All language subtitles for The.Marriage.of.Maria.Braun.1979

Do you, Hermann Braun, take this woman
to be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

The marriage certificate's outside.
Do we need it?

Of course we need it.

Hey, stay here!
Don't run away!

Stay here! Stay here!

Help! Let go of me!

CIVIL REGISTRY

Hermann!

- Are you all right?
- Come here!

Sign it! Sign it!

The stamp!

THE MARRIAGE OF MARIA BRAUN

A film by
Rainer Werner Fassbinder

For Peter Zadek

Is that you, Maria?

I was worried to death.
I thought something had happened to you.

Nobody wants wedding dresses now.

Too many brides, not enough men.

That's all I got for it.

There's so much shaving gear
on the market.

There, my dear! There.

Let's fry some potatoes with bacon.

We are interrupting this broadcast
of Beethoven's 9th Symphony

to bring a search call
for missing persons.

For each of the names mentioned
we have a message.

5,821.

Adler.

First name unknown.

Born around 1910,

paymaster from Vienna.

5,822.

Albartz, Eugen,

born around 1925,

non-commissioned officer,
married...

I still feel sick at the sight
of some of them.

I could do with a tea now.

The medical orderlies say
crosswise is not the worst.

If you get hit all on one side,
you can't even hold a crutch.

I've seen it going on for six years,
and I've been a widow for five.

I'd have been satisfied with mine
if only he'd come back.

How long were you married?

I still am married.

I just meant you didn't have much
from your marriage.

Yes, I did.

Half a day and a whole night.

Mine was killed right at the start.
In Norway.

He was in the Navy
until his ship was sunk.

Two soups, please.

He survived and swam through
icy water covered with burning oil.

Then he had to fight on land.

Then he fell into a crevasse
and died.

Why didn't you marry again?

In condolence,
they sent me a painting:

a picture of a wreath with a ribbon
floating on the waves

with "They died that Germany
might live" written on it.

Just imagine.

"They died that Germany might live"
and he's dead.

They send me a picture of the sea,
and he falls into a glacier.

There were once seas
where the mountains are now

before the last ice age.

How can you be so sure
your husband's not dead?

Because I want him to come back.

- What did he say?
- Something indecent.

I don't know what you said,
but you had no right to.

You must be crazy!

The divorce is pending.

That's why he told me:
because he loves me.

But her!

Since I have her husband now,
she said,

she was going to keep
his food ration card.

Ration card?

- And now?
- I don't know.

Shame on you!

All right, Grandpa Berger,
let's try it on.

The mistake people make is
to love one person all their lives.

If we don't have any potatoes,
we eat turnips.

If we don't have any turnips,
we eat gruel.

But in love, there's only one man,

and when he goes to war
and is dead five months later,

you have to mourn
for the rest of your life.

Does that make sense, Grandpa?

Much too wide!

Yeah, yeah.
It's no good being alone.

It was almost too tight for Karl

the last time he was here,
in May '41.

The men still looked like men then.

Now they all look
as if they'd shrunk.

You can take the underpants.
They're warm.

And no one will mind
if they're too big.

- Let's say three bundles of firewood?
- All right.

Look what Maria had!

Three weeks of being in love
and one day of marriage.

Now she stands there
with her search board.

Do you know why we always stick
to one guy?

Because there is only one
you love.

I don't know how Maria knew it
at such a tender age.

Here she is.

Take your things, Grandpa.

- She has her pride.
- How wide?

"Pride," I said.

There you are, at last.

I was just sorting out
your father's things.

Hello, Grandpa Berger.

It's nice to have a man
in the house to come home to.

- And it's warm, too.
- Yes, it's warm, too.

Why are you doing that here?

It's my way of remembering
your father.

Grandpa Berger can use them.
Father won't need them anymore.

And we need firewood.

I thought the same,
but father's belongings?

Father is dead and we're alive.

What will you give me for them?
Your brooch?

My brooch?

It's very valuable.

There's one missing.

- OK, then.
- Oh, Maria!

Wait, I'll go and get it.

Here!

Nazi gang!

Snotty-nosed bastards!

They're not proper men anymore.

What difference does it make

whether you're a man or a woman
if you're freezing?

Something has to change.

- What do you want to change?
- I don't know.

But something has to happen.

- Do you know Hermann Braun?
- No.

Don't cry for love alone

In this wide world,
there's more than one

There's more than one fish
in the sea

I look like a poodle.

You think so?

It's the latest thing.

I'll bet... the Americans
are just crazy about poodles.

My Willi wouldn't have approved.
That's for sure.

Hermann wouldn't have minded.

And they won't hire you anyway.

- We'll see about that.
- What'll you wear?

- What do you do with this?
- Play music.

Shall I play something for you?
Any requests?

Yes.
The German national anthem.

Cut it out!
For God's sake, stop it!

What use is it, if you can't even play
the national anthem?

Go on in.

Keep your eyes open here.

I didn't think you were coming.
I waited so long.

Hold this a second.

Black, size 38, short sleeves,

low cut.

It wasn't easy to come by.
Is it for you, or is it a present?

- It's for business.
- We all have to make a living.

- And the liquor?
- For my mother.

It helps her forget her troubles
with her daughter.

And it numbs her heartache.

I have a valuable complete edition

of Kleist's works from 1907.
Would that be something for you?

Books burn too easily,
and they don't warm you.

Oh well, if you look at it that way.

That's the way I look at it.

Maybe it's better that way
right now.

Thanks a lot.

And good luck.

- I am not going to sew it for you.
- You know I can't sew, Mum.

My dear girl...

Mum!

Come on.

If a girl has pretty legs like you...

...she ought to show them.

You father would turn in his grave.

I don't think it's right either.

I just pray your soul
doesn't come to any harm, my girl.

Make sure somebody gives you
a nice pair of stockings,

if you're letting yourself in
for that sort of thing.

Amazing, really amazing.

I learned it here on these bars.

- Is it a new way to apply for a job?
- Not really, but...

If it were...

...I'd have been hired by now.

We don't need anybody.

Maybe you won't need anyone
apart from me.

Come in here.

- We still have doors in our place.
- Well, we don't.

I need your name, address and age.

Are you married?

Yes.

Don't wear your wedding ring
to work.

And I need a health certificate.

Payment in cash or goods?

You can get dressed again,
Mrs Binder.

Everything OK?
Do I get a certificate?

No.

You'll have to take a break
for three or four weeks.

Have I caught a dose?

A bad dose, I'm afraid.
You won't be able to work.

That's tough.

Come back on Tuesday.

Bye, Mrs Binder.

And send the next patient in.

Little Maria...

You used to give me a kiss
on the forehead.

Did I really?

Yes.

Then I must have forgotten,

or learned to forget.

That's sad.

Yes, it's sad.

But tell me about yourself.

I need a health certificate.

Of course.
It's pretty cold this year.

I'm working in a bar...

...selling beer, not myself.

Even if I've had to learn
to stop believing people,

I still believe you.

You know what you're doing.

And if anything happens,
I'll obtain penicillin for you.

I'm not sure how,
but I'll find a way.

Nothing'll happen to me.
What is penicillin?

Forget it, Maria.

How is your mother?

The war hasn't made her
lose her sense of humour.

She shares my rations,
cries my tears, tells my lies.

But she leaves the thinking to me,
so that I have no time for dreams.

You can have my wife's bicycle
if you want.

It was as good as new
under all the rubble.

Thank you.

Why don't you ask about Hermann?

You don't have to believe
he'll come back.

It's enough that I know he will.

My gloves! They're gone.

Hey! You stole my gloves!

You rat! You bastard!
Filthy Nazi!

Stop it, you swine!
Nazi swine!

- I'm going to kill you.
- Don't make me laugh!

- Nazi swine!
- You're a Nazi yourself!

WHO KNOWS HERMANN BRAUN?

Stop it!

- Quiet tonight.
- It's Tuesday.

- It's not what you imagined, huh?
- I'm satisfied.

Then everything's fine.

- If you ask me...
- I didn't ask you.

You're here,
and your Hermann's not here.

He's somewhere else.

Maybe he's dead.

And love's only a feeling.

- It's not the truth.
- Sure, love's a feeling.

And a great love's a great feeling
and a great truth.

Truth!

The truth's what you have
in your belly when you're hungry.

Feelings are what you have
between your legs,

like an itch when you scratch it.

And for this here,
you need a full belly,

and someone who's here,

not just somewhere
or maybe nowhere.

Your friend over there,
he's here,

and he's really not starving.

- And he's sweet on you.
- What friend?

- Your Bill, darling.
- I don't know any Bill.

You hadn't even noticed him, huh?

- No. Which one is it?
- Him over there.

He's big and strong.
He just happens to be black.

Better black than brown.

Braun!

He was just a normal guy
till you came.

Now he's sitting there
as if he were paralysed.

He wanted to know everything
about you.

Look, just like Willy Fritsch.

- How do I look?
- Great. Why?

Because right now
I want to look great.

What are you crying for,
you silly cow?

Your man's not dead.

He's standing there
in front of you.

Thank your lucky stars
you still have him,

and that the same
didn't happen to you.

Hermann didn't suffer.
It was all over quickly.

No one came out, they say.

Hi! It's me.
Imagine what I have!

No, you won't believe it.

Willi?

You!

You're really back.

Betty, you have him back!

We're so stupid!

All we can do is weep for joy
that you're together

and that Willi's safe and sound.

Hermann is dead.

My dear!

Leave me alone.

Where are you going?

- To the bar.
- Darling, don't!

I have to go someplace
where I can be alone.

Beautiful.

Please correct me
if I say the wrong thing.

Thanks.

What are you thinking?

What are you thinking?

I was wondering
whether it's possible

to think about nothing.

Can you?

I don't think I can.

I think I can.

Do you reckon I'd have gotten over it
as quickly as Maria?

I hope you would have, Betty.

What's that?

Why?

It's nice being with you, Bill.

I was very happy just now.

Only just now?

I'm always happy
when I'm with you.

Me, too.

Then it's simple:

if we're always together,
we'll always be happy.

- Maybe.
- Not maybe. For sure.

I have something for you.

You shouldn't give me
so many presents.

It's something special this time.

And you must promise me
you'll accept it.

No, Bill.

I can't accept this ring.

I'm very fond of you
and I want to be with you,

but I'll never marry you.

I'm married... to my husband.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

- How positive?
- Maria!

Please, please, please...

Very well.

You'll soon feel it.

You'll help deliver it, won't you?
Promise me.

I can't, Maria.

I'm too old to live
and too scared to die.

It scares me the way you talk.

Nonsense!
Let's just say I'm quitting here.

I'm going to stay with my daughter
in the Black Forest.

My hands shake too much.

Not for me or my little boy.

I'll come to you when it's time.

Dear little Maria.

Yes, I'll come,

and you'll help me give birth to him.
It will be a boy, won't it?

- The chances are not bad.
- Really?

About fifty-fifty.

- You don't take me seriously.
- Yes, I do.

Do you have a father
for your boy?

Can't you have a baby without one?

The father's black,
and my son will be called Hermann.

- I'm not sick, I'm pregnant.
- Pregnant?

- You can also say "expectant".
- That's nice.

I'm expectant.

Mum! Grandpa Berger!

- Nobody home.
- We're alone at last.

Are you expectant?

Yes.

I'm expectant, too.

I'll speak German with him.

- And you?
- English.

Then he can decide whether
to marry a German or American girl.

American girls are ugly.

German men are ugly.

I know only one American man
who's beautiful.

I know only one German girl
who's beautiful.

- And strong.
- And rich.

And brave.

And brave.

And...

...tender.

And tender.

Guess who I mean.

Me?

Hermann?

Look, Bill.

It's Hermann.

Of course. It was off-limits.
Germans were not allowed in.

Except for the hostesses
who work there.

That would be a fair description
of your profession?

I was very fond of him.

You needn't look it up.

You wouldn't understand
the difference anyway.

I was fond of Bill.

And I love my husband.

You can stop questioning her.

It was me who killed that negro.

The baby will be ours.
We'll explain it all to him later.

Later is a long time.

What are you going to do till then?

I'll wait for you.

You're a young
and beautiful woman.

I'm your wife.

And how do you intend to live?

I've never learned anything.
I must learn to work first.

Then I'll get work. We'll begin our life
when we're together again.

Attention on platform 1.
Freight train passing through.

Shall I take it?

No. Things are tough
enough for you.

I know how hard it is for a mother.

It was a boy, too!

The Lord gave,
and the Lord hath taken away.

Maybe it has its positive side, too.

The poor creature
wouldn't have had it easy in life.

You neither.

I never said I wanted
to have it easy.

All the same... with a black child!

Now he's a little black angel.

A little black angel.
That's nice.

Will he always have flowers
on his grave?

I promise you he will.

What are you going to do
when you get back to your world?

I don't know,
but I have a lot to do.

I must go now.

The departure of train no. 309,
the express to Heidelberg,

will be delayed
by some minutes.

TO 1st CLASS

Leni!

Let me through!

Close the doors.
The train is about to depart.

I have to find my little girl!

- There's no girl here.
- I beg your pardon?

Your Leni, ma'am.

Oh...

It's a boy, not a girl.

You shouldn't have
called him Leni, then.

How much is the excess charge
for first class?

- Depends how far you're going.
- Depends how far I get with that.

- Can I go in now?
- Yes, that'll cover it.

- I don't travel first class often.
- Times are not easy.

See him? He's French,
but he has his factory here.

French?

Well, half French.
He's quite well off.

Hold this a moment.

Open the case
and turn your back.

And now?

You can close it again now.

I can't read clearly with just one eye.

Shall I charge for 23 or 32 km?

Have you noticed
how tiny the lavatories are?

I always thought they'd be bigger
in the first class,

because the people are fatter.

I didn't have any passengers
at first after the currency reform.

Now I even get people like you.

Now just put the dress back.
Don't forget the purse, and then...

Thanks a lot.

I beg your pardon?

You speak German?

I heard you were French.
I imagined you'd speak English.

I don't speak French myself.

Oh?

I don't speak English,
but I do speak German.

What can I do for you?

Just answer a simple question.

Is this seat free?

I believe it is.

It looks as if it is.

Please sit down.

Thank you. I don't like sitting
facing the engine.

- Haven't we met somewhere before?
- I'm sure we haven't.

- Sometime?
- I'm even more sure now.

Are you?

- Here are your ticket and your case.
- Put the case in the luggage rack.

- Have a pleasant trip, ma'am.
- Thank you, conductor.

- Dr Karl Oswald...
- Pleased to meet you.

- ...of Oswald Textiles.
- Pleased to meet you.

- Cigarette?
- No, thanks. I don't smoke.

Neither do I.

- You like travelling by train, too?
- Sometimes.

It allows you time to think.

That's exactly what I've been
trying to do the whole time.

I don't speak English, I'm afraid.

The lady's asleep.
Maybe you could...

Incredible!
What did you say to him?

I said you were Karl Oswald
of textile fame,

that you like to travel

and you want to use
the time to think.

- Where did you learn your English?
- In bed.

- May I invite you to the dining car?
- That's a very good idea.

I have something to discuss with you.
A business matter.

And after three months,
if we find we don't get along...

I'll be answerable
to no one but you?

No one.

You'll get along fine with Senkenberg
and the other men.

Are there no women?

Not in top positions.
Not yet, anyway.

Good. Then I'll be the first.

We've managed very well
without them up to now.

Senkenberg, you're being rude.

Forget it!
Caution is the better part of valour.

- That's right.
- Thank you.

And what is my exact title?

Let's say... personal adviser.

How personal?

That depends on the personal adviser's
abilities and initiative.

- Really?
- Really.

I told you about our venture
with the Americans.

Don't forget, it's always
a matter of money there.

However you meant that, Senkenberg,
you're perfectly right.

Let him talk. Senkenberg is
an affable person, as indeed I am.

Well, I'm not.

- Hermann will be sad about the baby.
- I'm not so sure.

Dr Konrad Adenauer,
adamantly rejected rumours

that he was in favour of creating
a West German army...

- You don't have any experience.
- She'll learn.

Don't move out!
Who will take care of you?

"We do not wish to take part
in a new war," he said...

I need my own apartment.

I have so much to do
before Hermann gets out.

"We have had enough dead..."

I don't understand you.

Maria is not like you.

"It must be made clear
once and for all,

"that I am against
German rearmament

"and the formation
of a new German army..."

Will you be earning enough?

And here, an excerpt
from Dr Adenauer's speech.

"If it is asserted that,
under my authority,

"the rearmament of Germany
will take place,

"I can only reply that
this assertion is a pure fabrication."

I'm sorry Betty.

I guess I've changed a lot.

Looking at you, nobody could tell
what you've been through.

- She didn't mean it that way.
- Don't worry. I'll take care of that.

- Maybe what Betty says is true.
- What?

That Oswald's really after Maria.

Do you understand now
why I have to move out of here?

We've only got 75 minutes,

so let's press on and play as many
of the songs you requested as possible.

We start with the song
"When The Bells Do Brightly Ring".

Were you very sad?

Yes, but it was a consolation
to know you'd be sad, too,

and that I can tell you everything,

and that I'm pleased you don't ask me
what you don't have to ask,

and that I'm going to build
a house for us

as you would have done.

There's a Greek word for people
who work for you.

Translated, it means literally,
"male footings".

I'm your "male footings".

No, that's not true.
I'm not your footings.

Just say I'm your wife.

It was a stupid analogy.

You're Maria.

You're my wife.

- And we're not Greeks.
- No, you really couldn't say that.

But you have courage.

You're beautiful...

...and intelligent...

...and I love you.

I may change in the next few years.

You've considered everything
very carefully.

Yes, maybe it's just that.

I'll always recognise you.

Your time's up.

On the contrary...

...my time is just beginning.

What did he say?

That Pency can supply the plant
as a whole, not individual parts.

I understood something
about handwork.

Senkenberg, we have enough problems
without you making new ones.

I'm just trying to prevent us
from having any.

I see no serious way of financing
more than two of these machines...

"We're a solid firm,
not a bunch of speculators."

I know that by heart now.
But it doesn't solve the problem.

- You have to take risks sometimes.
- We're not at the races here.

I know.

But the Americans are getting edgy.
We have to tell them something.

You're quite right.
Well, Senkenberg?

For once in your life,
stop being Senkenberg.

Be Napoleon, or Blücher,
if you prefer.

OK. We can take
three SE machines,

if we mortgage our stocks
and get an ERP credit.

- And if...
- If, if, if!

That's our job!
We're business people, not bookkeepers.

I beg your pardon,
but I am a bookkeeper!

Sorry. All I meant was
that taking a risk...

What did he say?

He summed up our negotiations.

Didn't he say he was sleepy?

He said he was tired,
meaning he's fed up.

What do we do?

It looks as if we've bitten off
more than we can chew.

Maybe this deal is a bit too big
for us after all.

That means dropping nylon

and giving German women
a woven...

- May I say something?
- Of course.

Go drink a brandy.
Give me half an hour alone here.

This is no way to do business.

That has nothing to do
with questions of interpreting.

Senkenberg, I beg you.

He's right. I don't know a thing
about business.

But I know what German women want
and about nylon and woven fabrics.

And I know a lot about the future.
I'm a specialist in that.

And what harm can it do
if the deal's off anyway?

You can always say "no"
when the time comes.

It's the first amusing idea all day.

With all respect, Mr Oswald,

Mrs Braun has absolutely
no experience in our field.

Then she's about to gain some.

Maria Braun, you have rendered
outstanding services to the firm.

Come on, Senkenberg, you too!

I'd prefer to drink to the company
in five years' time...

...if it still exists.

You're a bore, Senkenberg.
You have no sense of adventure.

You're the best accountant,

the most conscientious
financial manager,

but you haven't a mark's worth
of imagination.

- And I mean a Reichsmark.
- That's no reproach.

In your profession, imagination
would be detrimental to business.

Someone must hold on
to the money,

vouch for finances, secure credit.

Where would you and your firm be
without Senkenberg?

At the races?

Well said, eh, Senkenberg?

I'd like to drink a toast
to Mrs Braun.

With her alone,
we probably would be at the races,

but without her,
we'd be in the cemetery.

Please excuse me.

- It's been a long, hard day, and...
- And you want to work out

how long it will be
before we're bankrupt.

But seriously,
we two survived the war

and we three will survive
the peace.

The firm had to survive without you
during the war years, sir.

The only contact you had with us
was through your bank account!

Oh, I don't hold it against you.

Political developments
have proved you right

and made your noble abstinence
look like foresight and stature.

But I'm glad
we can count on you again,

as we did before 1933.

And I'm glad to have found

in you, Mrs Braun,

such a good
and unorthodox opponent.

Good evening.

You mustn't be angry with him.

I think he really likes you.

I'm not angry at all.

In a way, he's right,
not completely, but...

...he loves the company
heart and soul.

I did leave him alone
during all those 1,000 years.

I dreamed up
a cosy world of my own,

in which I had
a comfortable existence.

But now... in terms
of economic accountability,

I fully endorse his assessment
of the investment.

I'm more of a gambler than he is,

but I must honestly say,
we're expecting a miracle.

I prefer to make the miracles
rather than wait for them to happen.

You're a truly exceptional person.

- Shall we have another drink?
- No, I want to sleep with you.

Where's the bathroom?

First door on the left.

You're wonderful.

I'd like you to call me
Mrs Braun again.

If you insist.

You know,
I was very surprised just now.

- Didn't you want to?
- Yes.

Very much.

So did I...

...and...

...I want a clear relationship.

Do we have a relationship now?

Yes, a clear one.

That's the taxi to the station.
Senkenberg paid for the others.

Taxi back to the apartment,
and the hotel. That's all.

Something will be deducted
for breakfast.

Come in!

- Hello, Mr Oswald.
- Hello, Mrs Braun, Mrs Ehmke.

- Am I interrupting?
- Not at all, sir.

Not in the least, Mr Oswald.

- I just wanted to...
- I'm finished anyway.

We have to evaluate the conference.

I'll be in Mr Senkenberg's office.

Mrs Ehmke and Senkenberg:
the two conspirators.

Tell him I'd like to see him
in my office at four, please.

You too, Mrs Braun.

You too, dear Mrs Braun.

At four o'clock, Mr Oswald?

I just dropped in
to see you... privately.

This is not a private place.
It's an office in your company.

OK.

The office is closed
over the weekend.

Would you spend it with me
in the countryside?

I'm sorry, but I have to visit
someone on Saturday.

- You are...
- I am the way I am.

Last night you were
a different person.

Last night I was Maria Braun
who wanted to sleep with you.

Today I'm Maria Braun
who wants to work for you.

Are you afraid people will think
I'm having an affair with you?

I don't care what people think.
I do care what you think.

I don't want you to think
you're "having an affair with me",

when, in truth,
I'm having one with you.

But...

It's also true...

...that I'm fond of you
and that you're my boss,

and I don't want to confuse things
for your sake.

I have to know who I'm dealing with,
you or my boss.

That's a point of view I respect.

- Let's talk about my salary.
- How much were you thinking of?

I need to earn a lot of money
in the next few years.

Don't we all?

But I have a reason.

Well?

You know now how much
my work is worth to you.

That's how much I want,
and not a penny more.

Then I'll have to consider

how much you're worth to me.

Not me... my work.

Right. Your work, Mrs Braun.

I'm an old man
and I'm getting a little slow.

But I'll do my best.

And then...

Not now, please.

Oh, yes.

What about Saturday?

On Saturday you'll be going
to the countryside on your own.

Why shouldn't he know
I've slept with another man?

He hears me
when I tell you I love you.

That's not the same.

Exactly. And because it's not,
it won't hurt if he hears it.

And because it's not the same,
I want you to know.

If it were the same,
I wouldn't be here.

Is he good-looking?

He's good-looking,
he's courteous,

and he'd never hurt me.

And you should know
I wanted to sleep with him.

I didn't have to force myself.

Because he's my employer
and I'm dependent on him,

I wanted to forestall him
to retain my independence.

Is that how things are
between people outside?

- So cold?
- I don't know how other people are.

It's not a good time for feelings.

But that suits me.

That way,
nothing really affects me.

I thought you were in the countryside.

The flowers have wilted,
the chocolates have melted.

You have no claim on me.

I felt like a schoolboy.

That's what you are,
a dear, silly little schoolboy.

Why didn't you want to come
with me to the countryside?

Because you'd have proposed to me.

Precisely, and that's why...

How did you know?

With schoolboys,
you know those sort of things.

Sorry. You meant it seriously.
I didn't mean to belittle you.

I should have told you
I'll never marry you.

But if you want,

I'll be your mistress.

The belligerent tone adopted
by your union is repugnant.

We can give as good as we take.

It's no wonder with your
"we're-the-masters-here" attitude.

Mr Klenze,
the Minister of Trade himself said...

I know,
"We're all in the same boat."

But the boat belongs to you,
and we have to row it.

And it seems to irritate you that
we want to be paid well to do it.

I thought the talks had been adjourned.
We can argue next week.

Of course,

though I think some people
will never understand.

Let's have a drink, Maria.

- You know each other personally?
- Extremely personally.

I didn't notice a thing
these last three hours.

I'm a master of disguises:
a tool of capitalism by day,

an agent of the working classes
at night.

The Mata Hari
of the economic miracle.

Why are your notions of people
so much duller than yourself?

Let's go, Willi.

- Would you say a few words?
- Ask Mrs Braun.

Does she speak
for the management?

- Mrs Braun has power of attorney.
- OK. Thank you.

I haven't much time,
but I'll drive you home.

Shall we have a drink first?

Would you care
to say a few words?

The union's demands,
as presented here,

are little more than blackmail.

I'm going to the ladies' room.

Would you endorse
these tough words?

Of course.
Are you of a different opinion?

I have no opinion. I'm a journalist.

You've really made it, my girl.

Strange, us sitting here,
tearing each other apart.

It's better than that
"all-in-the-same-boat" crap.

How's Betty?

- Why?
- Why "why"? Is something wrong?

No.

It's just that I need someone
to talk with,

and all I have is someone
who cooks for me.

She does the things
she's learned to do.

Sure, but she hasn't learned
what really counts:

how to learn.

She's different from you,

and not as breezy either.

I have to be cheerful so Hermann
has something to look forward to,

something he's proud of.

A man can't look forward to
or be proud of a wife who's miserable.

How nicely you put it.

It was nice the way you said,
"You've really made it, my girl."

I've made it. I like that.

It's no use, Dr Klaus.

He's so down again today
and full of despair.

Don't cry, Mrs Braun.

I told you before,

I can help your husband
without this visit.

Believe me.

Money's no object.

I have enough, at least.

It's not primarily
a matter of money.

We must proceed
with the utmost discretion.

The right word to the right person
at the right time can work wonders.

It will require great tact and delicacy.

I know very well,

you're the only one
who can help him.

- Oh...
- It's true.

You'll help him and me.

I know you will.

But how long must we wait?

That depends entirely
on the political situation.

Eight days...

Eight years...

I don't want to know
where you were after the meeting,

but why you won't tell me?

Dining with Willi Klenze.

- Why didn't you say so?
- Because it's a lie.

I detest you.

I like you.
Why don't you love me?

- Because you lie to me.
- I wasn't lying.

You're driving me out of my mind.

I repeat, I don't want to know
where you're going tomorrow...

- Good. Thanks.
- Let me finish.

- Why?
- What do you mean, "why"?

Why don't you want to know
where I'm going tomorrow?

You're not interested in me.
I detest you.

I love you.
Why don't you love me?

I thought we wanted to eat first.

The mark of a good businessman...

...is that he can quickly
change his plans.

- Did you want to see me?
- Why? Can't I?

Don't be silly.
But why didn't you phone?

Because I want to see you,
feel your presence.

You're crying.

Maria, what's the matter?

I'm crying.

What do you know, I'm crying!

I don't know why.

- Now you're crying.
- I'm not crying at all.

I never cry.

Come with me.

- Where?
- You'll see.

My name's Karl Oswald.

Hermann Braun.

I'm a friend of your wife's.

I know. What do you want?

I wanted to meet the man she loves.

Do you remember?

Why don't they fix this place up?

They wanted to do more
for the children.

Don't cry for love alone

In this wide world
there's more than one

There's more than one fish
in the sea

I'll love each one who pleases me

Did I understand you correctly?
You want me to write it like that?

Yes.

You can't be serious.

I am, Senkenberg.

Would you joke about such matters?

You're crazy, both of you!

No.

We're very much
in our right minds, both of us.

I have only two or three years left,
and you know it.

I want to use that time...

...to live.

The idea can only come
from a sick mind.

Your brain is in worse shape
than your liver.

I'm sure you're right, Senkenberg,

but I have life...

adventure...

...the key to the universe.

Uh-huh.
And a dose of madness.

No.

But maybe...

...I live in a country of that name.

Madness.

Well?

Anything wrong?

You didn't come yesterday.

No, no. Everything's fine.

Do you have a hangover?

A bit.

It's nothing serious.

Don't forget,
it's my mother's birthday today.

Oh, yes. Should I pick you up?

No.

Happy birthday, Mum!

The things that go
in a basket like that!

- Shall I dye your hair for you?
- No, no!

You work so hard as it is, dear.

Go into the kitchen
and make some coffee.

This is Mr Wetzel,
a friend of mine.

A very good friend.

So good,
you can call me Hans.

Hello, Mr Hans.

Grandpa Berger!
How are you?

- Did you have to come out now?
- I must go to the bathroom.

- Now of all times?
- You can't deny the call of nature.

Go on, then.

- My name's Maria.
- Hi, Maria.

- Maria Braun.
- Glad to meet you, Mrs Braun.

You crafty old son of a bitch!

Well, how was I?

Sweet.

I can never decide what to choose.
Something sweet or...

Now one with the whole family.

Let me take it, Mum.

Oh, no, you don't!
The whole family must be in it.

Mr Oswald,
if you would be so kind?

Why not?

But Maria knows how hopeless
I am with technical things.

Any fool can take photos
with a camera like that.

If that's the case,
nothing can go wrong.

Grandpa has to be in it, too.

Set the focus at 12 feet.
The aperture's OK.

And keep still,
or we won't be in focus.

We're not very sharply
focused anyway.

Ready!

- Shouldn't we wake Grandpa up?
- No, it's more natural that way.

- He's always sleeping.
- And never sins.

At least he kept me warm
in those cold times after the war.

- Oh, yes?
- Yes. He supplied me with firewood.

He didn't even wake up
when Goebbels spoke.

Don't hear much of him these days...

Life has its own rules.

Somehow it never occurred to me
that my mother's a woman, too.

Then someone comes along,
and suddenly she is one.

I still don't think it's right at her age.
It's indecent.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned,
but that's how I feel.

When you're unhappy,
happy people all seem a bit indecent.

When Willi and I are alone,

at times I feel as if we were
already dead.

It's always the same old thing,
basically.

What do I mean, "dead"?

He's bored to tears with me.
That's the worst thing.

- Then do something about it.
- What should I do?

I'm no good at anything
except putting on weight.

We all put on weight.

- Soon I won't even find a lover.
- The lovers are getting fatter, too.

- Does Oswald know about Hermann?
- No.

It wasn't important at first.
Then it was too late to tell him.

Tell him now.

He'd kill himself.

You look sad.

I am sad.

Let's dance until we drop.

Until we drop.

- Tell me what's wrong.
- I'll love you forever.

As long as I live.

What's all this?

I want you to have everything,
to feel independent.

It's your money
and your life, Maria.

I live my life and won't let anyone
give me a different one.

But it's your money.

I've led this life for you. For us.

Take me back, please.

It's for you, Mrs Braun.
Dr Klaus.

When?

On the 23rd?

That's next week.

So suddenly? I...

Excuse me, I...

I have to...

I'm completely confused.

I have to sort out so many things.

So many things...

Things...

- Hello, Mrs Braun.
- Hello.

I've come to pick him up for good.

I won't be coming anymore.

You're too late, I'm afraid.
Your husband's gone.

He left this letter for you.

- Who?
- Your husband.

My husband?

He left over an hour ago in a taxi.

"Maria, I'm going away
to Australia or Canada.

"We'll live together
when I've become a human being.

"We'll have to wait that long.

"A rose every month
will remind you of me.

"Hermann."

Oswald. Is Maria there?

Yes, of course.

I just thought...

- Thank God.
- I beg your pardon?

I just thought...

- Yes?
- I don't know.

- Why are you here?
- I'm working.

- So late?
- Why not?

At night, I have my peace.

I'm nearly finished.

Then you can take me home, please.

Please.

- Downstairs on the left.
- OK.

No one in our family ever had
their own house before.

You're the first one, my dear.

Somebody had to be first.

If your father had lived,
he'd have built us a house.

But he's not alive, is he?

My dear girl!
How can you say such a thing?

Well, it's the truth.

- You used not to be so sentimental.
- That's not the point.

You've changed so much, Maria.
You're like a stranger.

- And I'm cold, aren't I?
- So?

- That's nothing unusual these days.
- Why doesn't she say so then?

You can put the crate in there.

I said put it down, not throw it!

But they're solid crates!

- Don't interfere.
- That's no way to treat people.

Nonsense.
He's paid to do his work.

I've a right to demand
he does it properly.

That's right.

You, who never did
an honest day's work!

- I guess that's it.
- Fine.

What's he waiting around for?

For a tip, I guess.

A tip. If that's the custom,
why don't you say so?

Ask for what you're entitled to.
Is that enough?

Give him another one.

So, now I don't have
to say thanks.

I'd rather pay than say thanks.

What's this?

There's a pair missing.
There were four of them.

She gave me a pair.

- Why doesn't she tell me?
- He hasn't worn them yet.

You thought Hermann
wouldn't need them.

He won't be coming back anyway,
you thought.

I can really use them.

That's not the point.
I don't like her lying to me!

At least I live as well as I can.
You don't live at all.

I beg your pardon?

I think she wants you
to ask her to move in.

You know I have this house
so I can be alone.

You know exactly what I want.

Yes.
To live like you were in a jail!

That's not bad,
from someone like you.

I have to pay for my sins.

- Or... was it your idea?
- Mine?

No. No, of course not.

You and your roses, your power
of attorney, and your money!

One rose a month!
That's all she hears from him.

It's like dying once a month.

Am I right?

We should also like
to express our surprise

that you are interpreting
the quality standards

contrary to the terms
of the contract.

We hope you will reconsider
your position without delay

and amend it
to comply with the agreement.

Failing this, we see ourselves
obliged etc., etc.

...to place the matter in the hands
of our legal department.

Mrs Ehmke,
don't drive me crazy.

We've written this sentence
a hundred times.

If I don't dictate it,
you don't have to repeat it.

But I always...

You've completed
that stupid sentence 99 times.

That's at least 98 times too often.
I've had enough of it!

I'm sorry.

That's all right.
We all lose our temper sometimes.

It's no wonder with you,
the work you do.

How about a coffee and a brandy?

You don't look at all well.

Don't interfere
in my personal affairs.

The way I look is my business.

Answer the phone!
But I'm not here.

Mrs Braun's office.

Hello, Mr Oswald.

- He wants to speak with you.
- I said I'm not here.

Sorry, Mr Oswald,
she's out of the office.

I don't want to lunch
with him either.

And she doesn't want to lunch
with you either.

Oh, my God! I'm sorry.

Hello? Mr Oswald?

What a laugh!

That was the funniest thing
I've seen in a long time.

Stop crying, now.

Call him back and tell him

Maria Braun is possessed
by the devil.

And if he wants to lunch
with the devil,

he can meet me in the Bastei
at one o'clock.

Mr Oswald...

You're late.

Sorry. I was almost afraid
to breathe anymore.

I had to remind myself that...

...I enjoy life.

Life's like that.

It's as if we had a contract
to enjoy life.

When we dine well,
we discuss how good the food is.

- You're cynical.
- Maybe I am cynical.

You're bored with me.

Maybe I am bored with you.

Why do we stay sitting here?

Because you're well brought up,
and I pretend to be.

And there's something between us...

...for which I can't find the words.

And...

...I also like living
the way we live.

And anyway, I have no choice.

It may not sound like much,
but it is, because it's reality.

The things I imagine,

I don't have. Nobody does.
Not even you.

We can't exist without each other.

- Do you want to leave me?
- Why should I?

We'd be even unhappier then.
That would be stupid.

Only if you've known unhappiness...

...do you still have hope.

I'm not bored with you.

There. The problem is,
she believes we broke up

because she was getting fat.

- She still thinks so.
- But it's not true.

In fact, she was losing weight.

Don't talk like that!

After all, Betty was your wife.

And she's my friend,

the only person
I can tell all my troubles to.

Because she doesn't listen.

Perhaps.

Just as you need someone
who listens to you,

maybe I need someone
who doesn't listen to me.

And her boutique is quite a success.

Her boutique! What a laugh!
It's your boutique.

Without you,
she'd be sitting on her fat arse...

Then it's true?

You haven't gotten over her.
Otherwise you wouldn't pull her to pieces.

It wouldn't matter to you.

This used to be our classroom.

Betty sat next to me
and used to copy from me.

And Anneliese?

- What's she like?
- What she's like?

Hard to say.

She's the type of woman
a man needs, his own equal.

She can talk, think...

She's my equal in every way.

- So women have to be men's equals?
- Sure.

Except that most men
don't have the awareness.

Human consciousness
lags behind the real developments.

- Did Anneliese say that?
- Why?

One day, you'll wish
you had your fat little Betty back.

Or do you already,
at night in your dreams?

Nonsense!

How can you, of all people,
say that?

Because with me it's the opposite.

Reality lags behind
my consciousness.

Sleep, my child, sleep

Your father was a sheep

From Pomerania your mother came

Pomerania's gone up
in flames

Sleep, my child, sleep

Your father was a sheep

From Pomerania your mother came

Pomerania's gone up
in flames

Maria Braun, take care
you don't become peculiar.

Mr Oswald? This is Maria Braun.

I need someone
who'd like to sleep with me.

Hello.

Mrs Braun...

What's wrong, Senkenberg?
Why are you staring like that?

Mr Oswald is dead.

His housekeeper found him.

Heart failure.

He died in his sleep.

Peacefully.

She said...

...he had a smile on his face...

...like a baby.

...in the words
of Chancellor Konrad Adenauer,

"If there were an end,
my friends,

"we have the right
to arm ourselves

"as much as we can,
as much as we wish."

And now to sport.

Less than 24 hours remain
before the start

of the World Cup football final
in Wankdorf Stadium in Berne

between Germany and Hungary.

The Hungarians are still
clear favourites.

That is the end of the news.
Bavarian Broadcasting.

It is 11:00pm.

- Are you hungry?
- Yes.

You're mean.

How can you think of food
at a time like this?

Maybe you'd like to take a bath?

I'll run it for you.

- Hot or not so hot?
- Medium.

I'll do it.

I'll be right back.

Here, catch!

Don't look at me like that
until I'm finished.

You have a beautiful wife, you know.
The opener's in the kitchen.

Oh, you don't know
where the kitchen is.

Here. You can put these on
after your bath.

There's a pair missing.

Hans has them.

Don't you want to know
who Hans is?

No.

I won't tell you, then.

- Are the women in Canada beautiful?
- Yeah.

- As beautiful as me?
- Yeah.

- You're lying.
- Naturally.

Why did you get dressed?

Yes, I did, didn't I?

I have to get to know you first,
Mr Braun.

And when you remind me
of someone I love very much,

I won't need a dress anymore.

We haven't even kissed each other.

Patience, patience, Hermann.

We were married only two days.

And our days are long.

Are you afraid?

- Yes.
- So am I.

Let's go on a trip
somewhere in the countryside.

A honeymoon...

...to get to know the things I love.

Why don't we go?

Because I can't just get up
and leave everything.

I have a very definite agreement
to keep.

I have to hand things over.

I need a few days for that.

Short days, Hermann,
not the long ones.

Maybe I should take a bath after all.

Maybe you should kiss your wife first.

Let me finish this first.

Tell me about things.

I did it for us, for you.
Because I love you.

And I can love you only
as your husband,

not as someone
you have to give life back to.

I haven't given you your life back.
It was a chequebook.

It was evidently a chequebook.

I wanted to be somebody for you.
So you could love me. Understand?

No, but I do love you.

It's a goal!
Goal! Goal! Goal!

I want to be your wife.
I've been thinking.

We'll draw up a contract,
saying everything I have belongs to you.

- Including your heart?
- That has always been yours.

Or it belongs entirely to me,
which is maybe the same thing.

I'm serious about the contract.

Dismissed.
I want a different contract,

in which I give you everything
I possess.

You mean it?

I mean it.

It meant so much to you.

But now I have it.

Fine.

But I'm a rich woman.

I shall certainly inherit a fortune.

Anyone can inherit things.

Anyone? Maybe.

Why do you want
to give me everything?

Because I'll become your husband today
and won't need anything anymore.

- Who can that be?
- What's the time?

- Quarter past six.
- What day is it?

The 4th.

It's Senkenberg
with a lady from Lyon.

Oswald deposited his will in Lyon.

Strange!

I almost forgot the appointment.

- Excuse me, I thought we...
- Senkenberg!

We had agreed...

- ...that man is a complex being.
- Yes.

- May I introduce Mademoiselle Delvaux?
- Hello.

Hello. Please go in
while I put something on.

And please begin.

- But...
- Senkenberg, no "ifs" and no "buts".

And certainly no "maybes".

- I'm sorry, mademoiselle, but we...
- No "buts", remember?

I'm Hermann Braun.

"In respect of the main provision:

"the right of ownership and use

"of all movable and immovable
company assets,

"with the exception
of the above limitations,

"and of my entire personal estate,

"with the exception
of the above limitations,

"shall pass in one moiety
to Maria Braun,

"who gave me more joy
than any other person in the world.

"The remaining moiety shall pass,
in accordance with the contract

"concluded at Kreuzhof Jail
on June 14, 1951 to Hermann Braun,

"who was my friend,

"although he loved
the same woman as I did.

"He respected a love
that was not his own..."

You knew about the contract.

Mr Oswald was very ill.

"...and sacrificed more
than may humanly be expected.

"Only those capable of great love

"are capable of respecting
the great love of others.

"Only those who can serve,
may rule."

I have a headache.

"Hermann Braun has earned
the right to power

"as few others have."

They've finished reading the will.

Senkenberg and Mademoiselle Delvaux
want to go.

Ask them to excuse me, please.

- Aren't you feeling well?
- Just a headache.

Don't forget I've given you everything.
All the money.

- It doesn't interest me.
- I've given you everything, too.

My whole life.
Do you have a light?

No... No!

THE MARRIAGE OF MARIA BRAUN

Mrs Braun!

Mrs Braun!

Maria...

It's all over! It's all over!

Germany is world champion,

having beaten Hungary 3-2
in the final in Berne.

After these 30 seconds,

you must excuse the reporters.

We shall now try to describe
the further course of events...