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That day the sky was white

She wanted to go out, but could not find her umbrella

Then she put on gloves and a raincoat

And took the train into town

She saw him near the station right away

I stayed in Berlin during the summer

He did not see her

He was looking at shop windows and wearing a hat

She thought "Today is a special day."

"I'm wearing gloves and he is wearing a hat"

This made her laugh

She thought her laughter unpleasant

He walked slowly and she noticed

how exhausting it was for her to walk slowly

And how his relaxed gait offended her

He came to a halt at a bus stop

She thought about the distance between him and her

That it could be measured

No more than 50 metres

The people moving between them were rushing around

Soon it would begin to rain

It was her father's birthday on the following day

She had to remember to congratulate

The laundry had been in the washer for three days already

And the bread slicer was broken

He was waiting at the bus stop

She glanced at her watch,

He would have to wait for another 11 minutes

She went into the kitchen supply shop and bought a knife

At the register she said it wasn't necessary to wrap it up

But couldn't prevent the shopkeeper

From carefully wrapping it in paper

It didn't take more than three minutes

She no longer glanced at her watch

She left the store and crossed the street

She saw his back, and hurried the last few metres

How much will you get for this picture?

50,000

That would be enough, I don't want any freebies

I should hope so

You're the publisher now, so to speak

I'm investing in your self-confidence

I will come to the hotel tonight

Yes fine

I'm meeting the buyer at eight

Have you had breakfast?

Do you feel like going outside?

What's on it, actually?

On the painting, I mean

Oil paint

Rivetting

And you get 50,000 for that?

Why would you complain?

See you later

All the chit-chat, why doesn't he just give you the money?

Nobody would just give you money

He has got to be rich

Selling paintings at such prices

No idea, we usually don't talk about money

No?

What then?

About women

Does he paint women?

He paints utensils, tools

Have you seen my glasses?

No

And my other glasses?

Neither

I've an idea

Let's steal the money

We'll steal it from the buyer

We know where they want to meet

It's simple

And then we run

We'll run to the ends of the world

Louis?

Why don't we get married?

I can't find them

What were you saying?

I don't know anyone else who would eat an apple on an empty stomach

I'm not going to

Did you hear me?

Or can't you hear without your glasses?

What rhymes with "silver"?

Nothing

Are you going?

Are you staying?

Have you today's paper?

No. Do you want to go to the cinema?

Ok

Tonight perhaps?

Where did you leave Carla?

Downstairs

You have some nerve

I just wanted to see where you live

Do you have a phone yet?

Yes

But it doesn't ring

You mean it's broken?

How should I know if it doesn't ring?

- You can make calls - Yes, but there's no answer

But that means it's working

Try a different number then

I would like to speak to Mr Schuetz

Yes, hello

Of course

Of course, I would be delighted

That's the same to me

Sure

Yeah, certainly

Ten or eleven...

Eleven!

Yes, I know it

Goodbye

Very succinct

He's going to meet me, I've to be there at 10

Congratulations

Did he read it?

He knew who I was

And is he going to publish it?

No idea

Did you paint the walls like that?

It was like this

Do you like it?

This will never come off again

This isn't the flat I was looking for

I wanted a new building

A flat where nobody had lived before

And I wanted an elevator

And a balcony so I wouldn't have to go downstairs in order to be outside

So how do you like the place?

Empty

Are you free now?

To go to the cinema, I mean

Me?

I'm not sure, I think so

Perhaps

I don't know why one keeps oneself from what one really wants, at times

When what one wants is benign and natural

What do you mean?

There's a man living opposite

A man

And a woman

The man is standing behind her

He's touching her hair now

He begins to braid her hair

He's doing what?

He braidens her hair

He braids her hair

She's eating an apple

What colour?

Green

A green apple

Her hair is quite beautiful

He takes her apple

She turns around and takes off his watch

She's kissing him now

Imagine that

Yes?

Hi, where are you?

What? How long will you be gone?

No

No...suprised

You could have said something, I won't be able to see you before you go

I could have taken you to the airport

No, I'm not

I'm not!

Not sure about tonight

Perhaps later

Ok fine

See you then

Are you going?

No

Are you going to call back?

Why didn't you leave the room? How can I talk to him like this?

As you would normally

Why were you watching them?

Why, why

Or were you making it up?

You like stories

He's away for three weeks

Is that new?

Jessye Norman, Schubert...

You can have it, I don't like it

Wow thanks

You're welcome. Since when do you have a CD player?

- I don't, but including this I have 8 CDs - As long as you're happy

May I listen to it?

Yes, if you want to set up the stereo

- Where is it? - Next door

Are you bored?

He never tells me everything, just bits and pieces

Who? Thomas?

When I concentrate I forget him, but since I've known him I forget to concentrate

Describe him

Short dark hair

His face is a little square

Almost coarse

He has black glasses, also square

And he's tallish

And strongly built

He likes wearing jumpers

One of those who'll keep on their long pants on the beach

Who don't like short-sleeve shirts

I don't know

That's my guess

His hands are strong, too. I gave him a ring.

But he doesn't wear it.

He has a watch since I've known him. He doesn't like taking it off.

Why do you lie?

I'm not lying

Where is the second speaker?

I only have one. I'm not lying.

Fine, anyway, I hardly understood you

Whenever you talk about something personal

You get all quiet

Jessye Norman always screams when she's singing Schubert

As if you need that voice to sing such songs

Once you have a technique more advanced than others'

You no longer need to think

You don't say

And only they can afford to lie who are being loved

- Done? - No

- Since when do you smoke those? - Since yesterday

I don't like the long ones

I break off the filter, then they're normal

You've been doing that for years

Do you still listen to the radio all day?

Still

I think I'm in need of habits

Something that one starts

And then does for the rest of one's life

What for?

Or at least for years

It's easier

What are you looking for?

An ashtray

Do you think it's too emotional?

The ending?

Yes, that is supposed to be the ending

I'm not sure it's clear

You mean understanding her?

That she kills him, I don't understand the reason

They were in love, they separated, now one year has passed

But she had thought for a long time that she would harm him

Even when they were together

When truth was at stake

Where is that...?

She said to him: "Tell me the truth" and he said "What truth?"

He drew something quickly in a notepad

Later he showed it to her, it was a very long train

With a large dark cloud of fume

He reached out of the train window and waved with a handkerchief

That was when she wanted to shoot him in the eyes

And now she does. She kills him.

I wrote a story.

I imagined it, I wrote a story.

I know

"You know"?

Why are you annoyed?

- Because you don't understand - Sure I do

- I guess not, you're not helping - Yes, I am helping

That day the sky was white

She wanted to go out, but could not find her umbrella

Then she put on gloves and a raincoat

And took the train into town

She saw him near the station right away

He did not see her

He was looking at shop windows and wearing a hat

She thought "Today is a special day. I'm wearing gloves and he is wearing a hat"

This made her laugh

She thought her laughter unpleasant

He walked slowly and she noticed how exhausting it was for her to walk slowly

And how his relaxed gait offended her

He came to a halt at a bus stop

This is the road

The bus stop is here, and across the street is a knife shop

- She enters it and buys a knife\ - Good

She buys a knife

And he's supposed to be still out there when she leaves the shop?

You think he should have left?

Brilliant ending

Not as the ending. He should see her

This is the knife shop?

Over here is a newsagent

He enters it while she buys a knife

Then he sees her

As she is walking past

He forgets to pay and follows her

And then?

She knifes him

If that is what you want

He is injured

But then it has to continue

Fine, then it continues

Perhaps that's not so bad

Sche-lecht

What?

You said sche-lecht

schelecht - mispronunciation of schlecht (bad)

You're amused, but I don't know why

It's always like that

One is amused, the other doesn't know why

- Tell me a story then - No

- The story of the flat opposite - I don't know it

Then make it up, as a favour to me?

You will be disappointed

Why?

It's quite a simple story

As simple as you?

Not entirely

There is two of them

- You didn't see a thing - You're not playing this round

You're difficult

Do you love him?

And if I do, are you not going to visit anymore?

I will

And if I don't want you to anymore?

I don't know

Laugh

You need him for your stories

What do you mean by that?

Think

Is he waving at you?

No

I stare and stare, yet nobody will wave at me

Any other lines?

I don't feel like it

What do you feel like?

You wanted to go to the cinema

I'll call ticket information

Nadine?

I love you

Prove it to me

By amorous banter I lied my way into your heart

And now caught in my own web into earnest turn my jests

If now, jesting you rightully withdraw from me

The powers of hell draw near me And I shoot really shoot me dead (H. Heine)

Excuse me

Would you need a car?

Where are you headed?

No, you don't understand

I'm not driving any farther

I want you to take the car

And do what?

Go for a drive

I don't understand

I just want you to take it

Drive until you're sick of it

And then throw away the key

I don't need a car

Surely you want to drive somewhere?

I don't have a license

Neither do I

It's really simple, automatic transmission

Why don't you just abandon it?

Are you afraid?

Afraid? No. Of what?

I don't know

I'm not afraid

I just don't want to

Hang on to it all

I don't want it around me any longer

Well neither do I

Please, as a favour, I beg you

I beg you, please

What is your name?

Maltonius

What a strange name...

It's not a name, it's a word

A word

a word for what?

For myself

My name is Carla

Well Carla, then it should be you who throws away the key

- Do you think the money is in a plastic bag?

- No idea

Maria

Maria!

Louis, listen to me

I dreamt we were on a large cruise ship

I was a singer. In the evenings

I sang for the crowd at the bar

I saw you, but I did not know you

Your face was all black

You were standing at the back, listening to me

I loved you instantly

Then I searched for you

I ran through

Through countless pipes

It was dark in there

At last I found you

You said

"I will show you the sea"

With an axe you tore a hole into the hull of the ship

But the water did not enter

We saw it there

It was deep blue

Filled with light

I took off my shoes and slipped into it

I knew you would not join me

The water was warm

and

soft

I swam

And forgot you

Louis, wake up!

What are you doing with the money?

You know exactly what's going to happen

To hell with the publishing house

Why don't you think it over?

It's dangerous to contemplate random stuff that comes to mind

If you say so

I didn't say that

Well, but you have no response either

To what?

Whether we get married

It is embarassing to hope in vain

When did you ask me?

You get on my nerves

It's embarassing to have to ask twice

You always ask twice

Because you never respond

Because you only want to hear what you believe already

- I believe in the truth - Oh dear

What's true is that you lack imagination

All you can do is read

You can't swim, you can't drive, you can't do anything at all!

- I can swim - No, you'll drown

You would drown!

Have you been writing for a long time?

On this?

No, what I mean is

As I said, it is short and quickly read

It's all over before one can engage with the characters

One only gets a sense of your intentions, but doesn't experience it fully

The style is good

Perhaps lacking a little editing

You see, with young authors it's often like this

They have bursts

But no stamina

If you could decide to cultivate patience

I mean to encourage you

It would be rewarding

What do you do for a living, if I may ask?

I live off friends

It's not easy to make a living from writing, I'm sure you've noticed that

Only few manage it

As you can imagine, I look at many scripts

I do nothing but

Evaluate, reject, choose

Sometimes it's a rapid process, one gets an eye for these things

It's all very subjective, of course

I value this, making personal decisions

It shouldn't be any other way

It's easy to spot whether

One is dealing with a pro or an amateur

The difference is that

The amateur thinks of himself, while the pro also considers the reader

He knows he's writing for a reader

I hope I don't bore you with this

You don't bore me

What you say is interesting

Of course, among the professionals are good and bad writers

In the same way that an amateur's manuscript can be good or bad

What I mean to say is that what you lack

Is the craft

I understand

I do not want to discourage you

Then I did not understand

I consider you talented, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to meet you

But I get the impression, what should I say,

That you need to put in more work

What is your idea of "work"?

In this case I mean patience and stamina

And the intention to be clear

You mean clarifications

You can decide how you want to clarify

But there has to be clarity, in whatever form

What matters is to find that form

Is what I've written not intelligible?

Do you want it to be understood?

Certainly, I want to evoke memories

Like music

Sometimes you get a tune into your head

But you can't sing it, yet you remember everything else about it

The moment when you first heard it

Someone you were with at the time or

A feeling it evoked

But you cannot remember the notes

And you can't explain why you can't

When it was such a simple, poignant melody

Then someone sings it and

It all seems whole again

That for a moment there is truth that can be grasped

Or that can even be endured

Let's go for a boat ride

Pardon?

Let's go for a boat ride, it's more cheerful

I'm a little hot

Me too, and I'm tired, too

Why did you meet me?

I don't know anymore.

Subtitles for KG (2012) by stefflbw