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Good evening, child.

'Evening, Mother.

Home already? I'm so glad.

Not so fast.

Mother, leave me alone. I'm tired.

I can believe that!

Your last pupil was three hours ago.

Might I know where you've been all this time?

Please.

No, not until you tell me!

I went for a walk. Do you mind?

I spent eight hours in my cage. I was tired and needed some air.

- For three hours? - That's right!

That's just great.

Just as I thought.

Where's the bankbook?

10,000 schillings!

Have you completely lost your mind?

Where's my dark-gray fall outfit?

No idea.

Give that back.

Bitch!

I remember that talk show.

The guy advocated fines for dog owners

whose dogs crap in the street.

Bullshit.

That creep was saying that women should be treated as inferior.

Nonsense.

If I may get a word in -

No one asked you!

You should have your hands chopped off.

Striking your own mother!

That outfit was far too gaudy anyway.

At your age, you should know what suits you.

Can't you drop it, you bitch?

Wasn't ruining this enough?

I wish - - What?

Can't even say it, right? No need. I know what you wish.

I could have had a heart attack from the agitation.

If that's what you want, keep it up!

Stop it, Mother. You don't know what you're saying.

I have a gash here.

And here.

I'm sorry.

But why do you do these things?

Why do you do these things?

I'm really sorry, Mother.

Let me look.

It's okay.

That's just how we are. We're a hot-blooded family.

Stop crying, now.

I'll make some coffee.

We'll have a cup together. All right?

Nothing in life is free.

You’ll just have to give more private lessons.

Your vanity's not going to stop us from buying our apartment.

I hope you're not going to say otherwise!

I paid this month's installment long ago. Don't worry.

Besides, the dress was only 6,500.

I'll put the rest back in the bank tomorrow.

I don't understand

why someone of your standing plasters the makeup on

and fritters money away

on outfits that will soon be out of fashion.

I could have worn that dress for years. It was a classic cut.

It doesn't go out of style.

If memory serves me right,

you had one like it when you were young.

You must be dreaming.

It was a designer label. The finishing was remarkable.

It would have lasted forever.

Do you still need the light?

Did they really get on your nerves today?

No more than usual.

You had the Schober girl, right? Isn't she on Friday?

Well?

She's not untalented.

She has a surprising affinity for Schubert.

Schubert's your department. Don't forget that.

That's not for you to say.

You're hardly a judge of what my musical department is.

If you want your pupils to have a career instead of you...

No one must outdo you, my girl.

Don't be foolish.

Don't worry, Mother.

THE PIANO TEACHER

A little less pedal wouldn't hurt.

That doesn't mean just taking your foot off!

A note might not be held as long as written

or written as long as it should be held.

Based on the Novel by ELFRIEDE JELINEK

... two... three... four!

Dogs are barking

Their chains are rattling

People are sleeping

In their beds

Do you have any idea what "coldness"means?

Or perhaps you just don't care?

And release.

The music isn't purely descriptive.

And it's not drenched in indifference and sentimentality.

And release.

You see?

Dogs are barking

Their chains are rattling

People are sleeping

In their beds

A wrong note in Beethoven is less offensive than mangling the spirit of it.

All you play are short phrases.

Keep ignoring the structure and you'll ruin the sonata.

Again from the top of the page.

I guessed you were here for the recital.

Allow me to introduce -

- Professor, do come in! - Hello, Auntie.

And your mother. Good evening.

Did you meet my nephew?

I was about to introduce myself. Walter Klemmer.

I know it sounds prosaic,

after sampling spiritual nourishment of such quality,

but for the break I've organized a buffet

to sustain the artists,

and, I hope, for your pleasure too.

My husband's very particular -

Excuse me, Auntie.

Sorry to interrupt, but I couldn't wait.

I hope I don't offend by kissing the hand

that plays Bach so beautifully.

Please stop there.

Where do you come by such outdated enthusiasm?

I'm delighted the tradition of private recitals lives on.

It's practically gone extinct.

First the masters die, then their music.

People today only listen to pop or rock.

You're right. There aren't families like this anymore.

Entire generations of laryngologists

once toiled over Beethoven's last quartets.

Now, at best, academics stamp their feet in time

to Bruckner's trumpety-trumps.

Disdaining Bruckner is a youthful error,

Mr... Klemmer?

Tell me: What enables you to speak of music so precociously?

Your aunt said you studied -

Low-voltage current.

It was made between 1620 and 1630 by Marcel Pichler of Hallein.

It's a rare piece.

It's played...

like a cello.

It's commonly called a treble viol or Quinton.

I recently found a painting that shows this exact instrument.

Not this type of instrument. I mean this specific instrument.

The painting depicts a concert of several viola da gamba

at the court of Duke Augustus Von Braunschweig-Wolfenbüttel.

Can I get you something? - No. Why?

Fascinating!

Look at them.

You think they give a damn about the benefits of illness?

Have you read Adorno on Schumann's Fantasia in C Major?

He speaks of Schumann's twilight.

It's not the Schumann bereft of reason, but just before that.

A fraction before.

He knows he's losing his mind.

It torments him, but he clings on one last time.

It's the moment of knowing what it means to lose oneself

before being completely abandoned.

I suspect you're a good teacher.

Thank you.

You speak of things as if they were yours. That's rare.

And I think you know it.

Schubert and Schumann are my favorites, that's all.

And my father died completely mad in the Steinhof asylum.

So it's not hard for me to speak of the "twilight of the mind."

If you really want nothing to eat,

perhaps you'd care for a drink of something?

Go ahead.

You have to sing for your supper here!

Dr. Blonskij is a real bore with his fetish for instruments.

Say...

that Klemmer or whatever he's called is a clingy one, isn't he?

Walter studies in the School of Engineering,

but his musicality belies his technical background,

as you'll understand when you hear him play.

Over to you, Walter.

My uncle exaggerates shamelessly.

After Professor Kohut's magnificent performance,

I feel twice as amateurish.

I had intended to play Schönberg's Opus 33b...

hoping my wrong notes would have a better chance of going unnoticed.

Not very funny, I know.

But a discussion during the break about Schubert and Schumann's madness

left me quite moved.

So I decided to set Schönberg aside

and play my favorite piece by Schubert:

the Scherzo from the Sonata in A Major.

"... dreaming of things they don't have, feasting themselves on good and bad.

Next morning, all has vanished."

And here the mood switches to irony.

D... D... D...

"Yet still...

they've had their share of pleasure."

That rhythm is the obstinacy of the middle class.

"And hope that what they left behind...

will be found once again on their pillows."

Excuse me, Professor. May I have a word?

Certainly.

Anna says you're not sure she should play in the anniversary concert.

I said a soloist needs more than talent.

Doesn't she practice enough?

Only she knows that.

She puts in eight hours a day.

It's the end result, not the hours.

Music's all she cares about. Look at her.

Schubert isn't a walk in the park.

I didn't say you wouldn't play.

We'll see how you do with the singer.

Excuse me. I have an appointment. Good-bye.

The professor is right.

Without total commitment, you'll get nowhere.

Now wipe your nose. You look awful.

Hello, Erika. Your mother wants you to call her.

I just got here.

I don't know. At least three hours.

No, Mother. Please!

Then I'll catch a taxi.

I'm not a baby.

I have to go now.

Could we play the trill the same? I'm starting on the upper note.

Bark me away, you wakeful dogs

Let me not rest in the hours of slumber

I'm finished with all dreaming

Why should I tarry among those who sleep?

Sorry to disturb you.

What is it?

Professor Kohut?

Yes. What do you want?

One doesn't burst in during a lesson here.

I apologize. I'm really sorry,

but I wanted to speak to you rather than ask just anyone.

About what?

The entrance exam. I'd like to join your master class.

That's very flattering, young man.

I hope you don't think interrupting like this

will arouse interest your talents don't merit.

Application forms are available in the secretary's office.

First floor, door 11.

Please excuse us. We have work to do.

Continue.

Go on.

The storm has torn asunder

The gray robe of the sky

Tatters of clouds flutter around

In feeble combat

- Mr. Walter Klemmer? - That's right.

Please.

Your program is particularly difficult.

Where do you wish to begin?

Wherever you prefer.

Professor, it's your class Mr. Klemmer wishes to join.

Which piece would you like to hear first?

I don't care. The first on the list.

Go ahead.

Well?

Stunningly brilliant.

Seriously, I think it wasn't too bad.

He just put "private lessons."

That's even more remarkable.

I don't know how seriously he takes his engineering,

but for someone whose priority is not the piano, bravo.

It's amazing.

I quite agree. He's very talented.

Ladies? Gentlemen?

- I vote in favor. - Me too.

No doubt about it.

Erika, what do you say?

Your opinion counts most. He's applying to join your class.

After such euphoria, it's hard to voice reservations.

I can't say I completely share your enthusiasm.

He clearly doesn't lack talent, but I have to wonder:

What does he expect from us?

He's too old for a professional career.

Choosing him would mean turning away a more motivated student.

And, frankly, I find his histrionics suspect, if not downright unpleasant.

I don't see what you mean.

In the Andantino there were no "histrionics,"

as you put it.

Everyone knows that our views on Schubert diverge.

Let's not waste time on that. Twenty people are waiting.

I'm not the person to nurture

Mr. Klemmer's artistic temperament or virtuosity.

Erika, dinner's ready!

Coming, Mother!

Sit down. I'm just getting the sauce.

May I turn off the TV?

If it bothers you.

You don't like the TV?

I'm tired.

I can tell.

Are the auditions that exhausting?

More boring than anything.

That's tiring too.

What's wrong with you?

- What do you mean? - Look.

Is that why you're in a bad mood?

Be more careful!

It's not very appetizing!

"Mare in heat seeks spirited and successful stallion

for jumping and dressage. Must be at least eight inches..."

Hello, Mr. Naprawnik.

Hello, Professor.

Who's that?

My piano teacher.

Don't bring out the inner voices so much.

Do you know where the melody is?

It's as clear as a dirty windshield.

Probably from all the images in your mind.

You approach Bach, Beethoven, and all the rest the same way.

What made you want to study music?

Your meager talent? I assure you it's not worth it.

Get a job playing in a strip joint

and stop wasting my time.

What?

- I'm sorry. - For what?

For earlier, at the newsstand.

Why?

Why are you sorry?

For what?

It doesn't work like that.

Sorry isn't enough if I don't know why.

Are you sorry because you're a pig?

Or because your friends are pigs?

Or because all women are bitches for making you a pig?

Or just because you got caught?

The lesson's over.

I suggest you have your mother come see me.

Perhaps she can shed some light on this.

Well?

What are you sorry for?

I'm listening.

The silence is deafening.

I'll see you next time - with your mother.

Now kindly leave.

I'll need my break to recover.

Good-bye.

This time I'm expected.

The break's not over.

And the lesson hasn't begun.

May I take out my scores while I wait?

You know I voted against you?

I don't believe you're seriously interested in music,

only the acclaim it brings you.

You know that's not true.

And even if it were...

would it be such a shameful motive?

Yes.

What did you bring?

You should forget about Schubert.

I fought to get your attention, Erika.

Give me a chance.

I know you're not as indifferent as you pretend.

I've neglected my studies for you.

It's true.

It may seem ridiculous to you...

but since that recital at the Blonskijs'...

you've been stuck in my mind like a nut on a bolt,

if you'll pardon the rather technical analogy.

But I never intended to apply here.

Stop lying. It won't work with me.

I'm not lying.

For next time, bring a copy of Opus 19.

Let's talk first. Please.

I don't see the point.

Don't just stand there. Sit down and start.

Is this your last lesson?

Please!

Pretend you have a migraine or something.

It's lovely weather -

Start playing or my migraine will end this lesson.

It's bound to finish late.

Today's our first Mendelssohn rehearsal.

So please don't call every five minutes. It's embarrassing.

And Viora of the Philharmonic's coming. He'll think I'm a little girl.

Is that clear?

If it runs late, take a taxi.

Yes, Mother. Bye.

I adore lying in the name of love. I'm so happy for you.

If she calls after 10:00, don't answer, all right?

It will be a pleasure.

Good evening. This is Mrs. Kohut.

May I speak to my daughter?

What's wrong?

What the...?

Shit!

Come back here!

Come back here, you cunt!

Are you crazy or what?

Your father died this afternoon.

Above all, keep calm.

You're taking all this quite casually! You realize the consequences -

Kind of you to honor us with your presence.

Might we know what kept you?

Stop the dramatics. What happened?

I have diarrhea.

Is it stage fright?

A pianist needs solid nerves.

- I don't know if I can sing - - That's enough.

We should be going up.

Don't be such a ninny.

They won't bite. It's just a rehearsal.

Did I overestimate you?

Dogs are barking

Their chains are rattling

People are sleeping

In their beds

Dreaming of many things they do not have

Feasting themselves on good and bad

Why then do I shun the paths

That other travelers take

And seek out hidden pathways

Through snowbound rocky heights?

And yet I've done nothing

To make me flee my fellow man

What is this foolish longing

That drives me into the wilderness?

You think I lack sensitivity, and yes, alas, I'm often superficial.

You see, I admit it.

But telling me to forget about Schubert was terribly unfair.

It's actually just the opposite.

There are days, like after our first lesson -

The sight of blood makes me ill. Go to her.

Play the brave protector.

- What happened? - Let me.

Call a doctor.

There's nothing to see here. Go back to the hall.

Come.

Wait.

Why?

Why?

Stop it.

If you don't stop immediately, I'm leaving.

Look at me, not your penis.

Be quiet.

Don't move or I'll leave.

I love you.

No one has -

If you won't be quiet, you'll end up all alone here.

Why are you hurting me?

I can't hold back.

I said be quiet!

Keep going. Come here.

That's it. It's coming.

Don't stop!

I'll write down what you can do to me.

All my desires on paper for you to peruse at will.

You don't seem pleased -

You can't leave me like this.

Come on.

I have no desire to touch it now.

Keep going, please.

Out of the question!

Hands off, Mr. Klemmer,

or we never see each other again.

It's totally sick what you're doing here.

And it hurts!

I sympathize.

Stop it.

Don't be stupid. You're ruining everything.

I won't touch you again.

I want you to stay like that, that's all.

Facing me!

Don't put it away.

I'm not the one who's stupid.

You are.

You should know what you can and can't do to a man.

Bitch... - Shut up!

The playing field has to be level.

If you think -

Wait.

I won't move. I promise.

I won't say a word.

You'll receive my instructions.

By letter.

Or in person. Or maybe over the phone.

Now you can put it away.

Facing me.

How about a little smile?

Come on.

Don't be so serious, pretty lady.

Come on.

Next time we'll do much better. I promise.

Practice will make you perfect.

At least two months,

with no guarantee of complete recovery.

That's terrible.

And she really played quite well. She has the nerves for it.

She played amazingly yesterday, despite nearly not making it.

Pull yourself together.

You'll be no help to Anna breaking down like this.

All we can do now is wait.

She mustn't neglect her left hand.

That's always her weak point.

She'll be scarred for life.

Just imagine. A pianist with a disfigured hand.

She's hardly attractive. Her talent was all she had going for her.

That's why we sacrificed everything.

You mean why she sacrificed everything.

Sorry?

You said "we sacrificed." It's Anna who sacrificed everything.

Yes, of course.

Who would do such a thing?

The police say it must have been another student

acting out of jealousy.

Can you imagine?

Being that evil?

She's always been a loner. She hardly has any friends.

They'll find the man who did it.

His hands should be chopped off.

My next lesson is waiting. I must ask you to leave.

Tell Anna she's welcome to drop in when she's better.

And remind her about her left hand.

I'll tell her. Thank you very much.

She'll come by. She admires you so much.

Chin up, Mrs. Schober.

Who'll take Anna's place in the concert?

No one.

No student could do it on such short notice.

I've been asked to fill in for the singer's sake.

Good. Anna will be pleased.

Good-bye.

Stop.

Back to the beginning.

You seem oblivious to the dynamics. What does it say?

- Piano. - Exactly. And then?

- Forte-piano. - And then?

Pianissimo.

And diminuendo, mezzo forte,

forte, fortissimo, sforzatissimo.

Schubert's dynamics range from scream to whisper, not loud to soft.

Anarchy hardly seems your forte. Why not stick to Clementi?

Schubert was quite an ugly man. You know that, right?

With your looks, nothing can ever hurt you.

Why try to destroy what could bring us together?

Can't you see? I can't even look at you.

If I do, I'll give in to the temptation to kiss your neck.

May I kiss your neck, Erika?

Shall I get you some water?

Thanks.

When can I see you?

We'll talk on the phone.

Let's go away together this weekend.

My mother and I have an engagement.

Cancel it.

Forget your mother. Think about us.

There's so much lost time to make up for. - You mean me?

I have lost time to make up for?

Dear Erika, stop always thinking about other people,

your mother, your scruples.

You speak of anarchy but sacrifice love to be with Mother.

Let yourself go. Allow yourself feelings for once.

Stop being so clingy!

You cough because you're so uptight.

I have no feelings. Get that into your head.

And if I ever do, they won't win out over my intelligence.

I love you. Don't be such a coward.

Is what you wrote for me just as cowardly?

Don't touch it!

Not now.

I want you to read it alone.

Now apply yourself to Schubert.

That's all you're allowed to do in this room.

Piano, huh?

Brahms would have put con intimissimo sentimento.

Are you crazy? What are you doing here?

I followed you.

I said we'd talk on the phone.

You can't drive me crazy like that and then run off.

Drive you crazy?

Let's go somewhere where we can talk in private.

Did you read my letter?

I'm not interested in letters. I want us to talk.

I advise you to leave now, Walter.

Never hound the woman you claim to love.

You should know that, even at your young age.

If you value my affection, go.

We'll make a date on the phone tomorrow, okay?

- Take off your hat. - What?

Good evening, ma'am.

I have matters to discuss with Mr. Klemmer.

What's that supposed to mean?

We won't bother you. We'll go in my room.

Come on.

Don't try to come in or you'll be sorry.

We have no food to offer him. I didn't expect visitors.

Don't worry, ma'am. I've eaten.

First read my letter.

You still have it, right?

Then please read it now.

You want to finish me off?

I said I wasn't interested in reading letters.

I'm here, you're here.

We're made of flesh and blood.

Don't be so scared.

I'm not. I want what you want. But read it first.

Is that why we barricaded the door?

Maybe.

Please.

I don't know how much longer I want to play this game.

Heavy.

Please sit over there.

"On the contrary, if I beg, please tighten the straps.

Tighten the belt by at least two or three notches.

The tighter the better.

Then gag me with some old stockings I'll have ready.

Stuff them in so hard that I'm unable...

to make the slightest sound.

Next, please remove the gag...

and sit on my face...

and punch me in the stomach

to force me to thrust my tongue up your rear end."

Am I supposed to take this seriously?

You're putting me on, right?

You want me to slap you?

"For that is my dearest wish:

with hands and feet tied behind my back,

to be locked in the room next door to my mother

but out of her reach, behind my bedroom door,

till the next morning.

Don't worry about my mother. She's my problem.

Take the keys to all the doors with you.

Don't leave a single one here."

What will all this get me?

Maybe you could open up that cultured mouth of yours

and comment on this shit!

"If you catch me disobeying any of your orders,

please strike me in the face,

even with the back of your hand.

Ask me why I don't cry out to Mother

or why I don't fight back.

Say things like that to me

so that I realize just how powerless I am."

What's going on in there?

Open up! Move that dresser!

Want to let her in so I can hit you in front of her?

Calm down, Mother. Be quiet and watch TV.

Open up or you'll be sorry.

- Stop making a scene! - Unbelievable!

Have you no decency, young man?

Bursting into strangers' homes in the middle of the night! The nerve!

Are you angry with me?

I hope not.

I know it's not very well written.

I'm a pianist, not a poet.

And after all, love is built on very ordinary things, right?

Well, take your time and think it over. You have my phone number.

Like I said, I want the same thing you want.

I have everything we need.

But it can wait till tomorrow.

Are you not talking to me?

I disgust you, right?

You needn't feel that way.

I've wanted to be beaten for years.

I've waited for you, you know?

What I wrote isn't a joke. You know that.

From now on, you give the orders.

From now on, you choose what I wear.

What's your favorite color? You haven't told me.

Aren't you talking to me? Are you angry?

Say something.

Erika, you're sick.

You need treatment.

If you want to hit me, hit me.

I wouldn't soil my hands.

One doesn't touch your kind even with gloves on.

I swear I loved you.

But you don't even know what that is.

Right now you repulse me.

Fuck it.

... came to North America with the Spanish.

Left to roam free, they became the famous mustangs.

Today a cowboy's most loyal companion is the quarter horse.

Very fast over short distances and with good stamina...

You really are quite shameless.

What have you done with him?

Is he still in your room?

It wouldn't surprise me.

But nothing surprises me anymore.

But you can do what you want.

At your age!

Good Lord.

All those sacrifices for this.

That is what you get in reward.

But just go right on.

You can set up a brothel here.

Who cares what the neighbors think, right?

As always, you do as you like -

Mother, I love you!

Stop it! Have you gone insane?

Stop this filth! You're out of your mind!

Shut up! I love you!

I love you too.

But stop it now!

You're mad!

You're crazy.

You're out of your mind.

Go to sleep now.

You're going to need all your energy.

Even if you're just filling in, you have to be prepared.

You never know who might be in the audience.

I saw your pubic hair.

Walter, may I speak to you?

Walter, someone to see you.

Is that your little sister?

Don't run off. He's coming.

- What do you want? - I want to talk to you.

I'm listening.

Not here. I can't.

Down there.

How did you manage to find me?

Right there.

Go on in.

Forgive me for the letter.

I was an idiot.

I shouldn't have done that to you out of the blue.

Like you said, we should have talked first.

Forgive me.

What are you doing?

Stop it. Get up now.

Come.

Lie on top of me.

You want me, don't you? - You're crazy.

Come on. I love you.

I'll never write anything you don't want.

You tell me what you want, okay?

Someone might come in. You're being ridiculous.

Get up!

Hang on. Let me do it.

I said let me do it.

I can't. Not here.

Stop. I can't.

- It doesn't matter. - I can't do it here!

I know you want to protect us,

but I don't care if people walk in. I don't care.

I love you.

I love you too.

Hold on.

Come on.

You have to help me.

- I don't believe it! - I'm sorry.

Don't look.

Don't look.

I must really disgust you.

No woman's ever puked with me before.

I'm sorry. I don't know what happened.

There... I'm clean now.

I'm all clean.

Like a baby.

Inside and out.

For you and thanks to you, darling.

Do you like me calling you darling?

It's absolutely marvelous.

You have to be patient.

I'll call you every name you like. We'll play every game you want.

You stink like hell. You know that?

Sorry, but you stink so bad no one could ever get close.

You'd better leave town until you don't stink so bad.

Rinse your mouth out more often,

not just when my cock makes you puke.

Who is it?

Open up.

Open up now! - What are you doing here?

I said open the door!

Quiet! You'll wake the whole building.

I'll open it.

Never do that to me again, okay?

- What do you mean? - Shut up, you stupid bitch!

Just now...

I was outside your window.

I was jerking off! That's what you want, huh?

Other people, you want to - Is that it?

You're a perverted bitch.

You want to give everyone your sickness, don't you?

Not me! - I already apologized.

Fuck your stupid apologies!

Wasn't last night enough for you?

Is this to be a habit now, raising a ruckus in others' homes?

- Go back to bed, damn it! - Walter -

- Get out! - Off with you... now!

This isn't how you imagined it, huh?

The police will put a stop to this.

You stay out of this.

Forget your mother.

We have time. We have all night.

Let's pick up where we left off.

Is this really what you had imagined?

Then what?

You'll be sorry.

You won't get away with this just because we're women.

Let me go!

This is unbelievable!

- At least this door has a key. - Open this door!

How about a key for your daughter's room too?

That takes care of her.

"As for my mother, pay no attention to her." Was that it?

That's an exact quote, isn't it?

"Slap me around, darling."

"Strike me hard -" no.

"Strike me in the face, and hard."

At your service, ma'am.

Is that what you want? - Please stop.

Then what?

Not that. Stop, I beg you.

What are you doing?

Shut up or I'll kill her!

Stop this!

- Where's some water? - In the kitchen.

Don't think you'll get me excited

by showing your pathetic body.

You know...

I do realize that all this isn't very nice of me.

But if you're honest, you'll admit you're partly responsible.

I mean, it's true...

yes or no?

Yes.

Am I right?

Yes, Walter.

- Are you all right? - I'm okay.

You can't get a guy going and then escape out onto the ice.

Not my face or hands!

Murderer!

You should be ashamed!

Stop, I beg you.

Don't touch my daughter.

Leave my daughter alone.

I'm begging you.

Why do you do that?

I calm down, and you get me worked up again.

Cooperate a little, damn it.

I'm willing to learn to play, Professor...

but it can't always be your rules.

You can't dig around deep inside people and then push them away.

So be nice to me, please.

You can't let me leave like this.

Please stop.

You have to give a bit too.

You can't leave me all alone now.

Love me, please.

You're telling me I should go, is that it?

I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone.

Besides, it's for your own good.

You can't humiliate a man that way and -

You just can't.

Will you be okay?

You need anything?

You okay?

You know, love isn't everything.

See you.

Is he gone?

Say something. Is he gone?

Open this door.

Are you okay?

Talk to me, for God's sake.

Oh my God!

Look at you!

What did that bastard do to you?

Hurry! We'll miss the streetcar.

I'm just getting some water.

Don't be so nervous.

You're just filling in.

Good evening, Professor.

I'm really looking forward to your Schubert -

I should take my seat. It starts in eight minutes.

I'll come up with you.

Good evening, Professor. I'm delighted to see you here.

Look at our little convalescent. Brave, isn't she?

She insisted on coming to hear you play.

How are you doing, Anna?

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm Mrs. Schober. My daughter, Anna.

This is my mother.

Nice to meet you. You must be very proud of your daughter.

Why? It's just a school concert.

She's filling in for a student.

That student is my daughter.

Where are you sitting?

Not far from us.

It's late. We'd better go. Shall we go up together?

Coming, Anna?

See you later. I'll go up with Mrs. Schober.

Break a leg.

Enjoy the concert.

Good-bye. It was a pleasure seeing you.

Well, well!

What a nice surprise!

George, it's Professor Kohut. - My respects.

Gerda, hurry up. Give me your coat.

I'll keep it with me.

Men! Always rushing you. You know how it is.

Have a wonderful evening.

I hope we'll see you later.

My respects, Professor. I can't wait to hear you play.