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(Siren howls.)

George?

What are you still doing here?

They make Paris. Do not you come out anymore? -And you?

I'm gone tomorrow. - Where? -Cassis.

Where is that? - Marseilles. I will embark.

I have a Danger visa for the USA. - What's this?

A visa for particularly vulnerable people.

You are particularly vulnerable, yes?

Listen.

My articles. The newspaper.

You can do me a big favor.

Is also money for you in it.

Hand over the two letters. - Why do not you do it yourself?

Are for the pasture. You know him, the writer.

The great. Was he once ... - I do not know.

But why do not you do it yourself? - I tried.

The hotel owner was so strange. - Did you get scared?

I would call it caution.

Who are the letters from? - One of his wife.

And that is important? - He is important to her.

The other is from the Mexican Consulate.

We were friends, have the same publisher ...

When do I get my money?

If you gave him the letters.

Hotel Ryad, Room 6. I am waiting here for you.

How do you get to Cassis?

(Siren)

Are you still dragging yourself? with the Heinz? -No.

Well. - Why good?

We still have a place in the car.

But only one.

Do you want to come?

I come with.

(Several sirens howl.)

(Church bell rings.)

(Rumble)

(French) Excuse me?

(Rattling)

(French) Why do not you wait below?

I rang the bell.

I did not hear. Obviously not.

I am looking for a room. - Please show me your papers.

Please show me a room first.

Choose one. We hardly have guests.

Which do you recommend?

One with morning sun,

Calm and... Bird chirping from the garden.

You are German. Are you from the authority?

All guests are registered. I was checked two weeks ago.

Morning sun and birds in the garden.

(German) If you please.

(French) Wait. I'll get a key.

(softly) The 16 is my most beautiful room.

Two large windows, south side.

This person has me many inconveniences.

He came on the 15th towards evening, shortly after the occupation.

I have not closed my hotel. I stayed.

My dad always said you do not leave everything back, otherwise it will be stolen.

Mr. Weidel came to me trembling all over.

I thought that was strange.

He asked me not to register him.

But Mr. Langeron persists on registration of all strangers.

Order must be, right?

Weidel did not want to sign up.

His wife and he always had this room.

They loved it.

And as soon as love is mentioned, I become weak.

That's how I am. Frenchwoman.

"Just one night," I said.

He did not come down in the morning, I opened the door with the duplicate key

and found the whole mess.

There he lay in his blood, very stiff,

the arteries cut open.

And where is he now?

I know someone in the police, that settles the matter for me.

Unknown dead, Crematorium, anonymous burial.

Weidel has caused me more trouble as the crew.

What do you want with his things?

Do you want to take her?

I just want, that everything is alright again.

Your papers!

(Whistle from a whistle)

(French) He is there! There!

(Men speak French.)

(Helicopter noise)

(Police siren)

(Voices of a woman and a man)

(Carried piano music)

(Beat)

(There is another knock.)

(French) It's me.

Where have you been? We were worried. - Claire, what are you doing?

You will find the chamber. - We say it's jeans room.

His secret room. He always wished.

(A man moans.)

The marzipan. I promised the boy.

Melissa awaits him in Marseille. Go with him to the mountains.

He can not do that.

I got some morphine and penicillin spraying.

Claire has already packed. - (Georg) He can not do that.

They comb the neighborhood.

A neighbor was here today.

She discovered the chamber. They will be here soon.

They have a camp at the Velodrome. They comb everything.

They call this "spring cleaning".

(He moans softly.)

Holy shit.

I have a lockpick for the door. You drive at least four days.

While driving Can you leave the shutters up?

For light and fresh air.

But with every stop you have to shut down. Otherwise you will notice.

OK?

When you arrive at Melissa, you wait a few days.

Then you go to Henry in the mountains.

How should he ... - With your help.

You will help him.

Take. More was not possible.

Thank you.

(Moan)

(Moan)

(Rattling)

Come on.

(Metallic clanking and male voices)

(Voices and clanking outside)

(Man) Exactly, you have to join the club.

The wheels are fine.

Where are you going on vacation? - In Marrakech.

That's great!

(Painful moaning) - (clanking from outside)

(The train runs.)

(Cry)

Ah!

(Moan)

Ah...

(Narrator) He did not remember how long he had looked at Heinz.

At some point he has the bag opened by the writer.

Out of boredom He started reading.

He sensed that this was his language his native language.

He came across words with which his poor mother had soothed him,

when he got angry and cruel.

Got it in this story a lot of crazy people,

very jumbled people.

They were almost all in evil, intricate things involved.

Even those who resisted.

All the people in the story, and one of them was like himself,

did not annoy him through their intricacy,

as they would have done in life.

He understood her actions, because he could follow her,

from the first thought to the point where everything came, how it had to come.

Only because the poet, who was dead now,

she had described so they seemed to him less bad.

Two letters were still in my backpack.

One from the publisher that his story to promise to become beautiful,

but unfortunately you print now such stories anymore.

The other letter wrote a woman probably his own.

He will not wait for her their life together is over.

He remembered the letters he had that Paul had given for the pasture.

They were in his breast pocket.

One from the Mexican Consulate

with the confirmation, the weidel I'm invited to come to Mexico.

Visa and travel money would be available.

The other was from his wife. She must see him again.

He should not hesitate, she is waiting for him.

He had to come to Marseilles at once

A confused letter. But a clean script.

No, not clean.

clean.

(Dogs bark.)

(Male voice over the air)

(Woman speaks French.)

(Dogs bark.)

(Whistle)

Heinz.

Heinz.

Heinz.

(Whistle)

(Man) Let me!

Let me!

(Woman) There's a window open in front!

(Man) What a stink! He is dead.

Let go.

I still get his things. - Yes.

(Melancholic piano music)

The next day he reached Marseille.

Blue sky, palm trees in the wind.

It was cold. The Mistral.

He was tired.

Nobody looked at him. That's the terrible thing.

Not that she's your dirty face staring at the torn clothes.

The terrible thing is that they are you do not see that you are not there.

She had tapped him on the shoulder.

And there he saw her.

She looked at him, shook her head,

turned away and left.

He looked after her.

The black, elegant coat, the fine shoes, the tired gait.

Once again she turned around,

stared at him and went on.

A police siren howled and a second,

and a raid took place and he ran away.

(He rings.)

(French) Could you put in the gate?

What time is it? - About 11 o'clock.

Do not you have to be in school? - no. Today is Sunday.

Do you want to play? - I have not played for a long time.

It's just a goalie. - Only goalkeeper!

Do you know what you are talking about? - Are you German?

Can you hear that? - No, but they love their goalkeeper.

I do not know if they love her. - At least they are good.

That's true.

Are you good?

Yes.

Really good?

Yes, really good.

Show me.

Terrible.

Why? - Why what?

Why did not I score a goal?

Because of your foothold. It shows where you're going to shoot.

(German) shit.

You speak German?

Shit, double pass, Borussia Dortmund.

That's all? - I can do a little more.

I have to talk to your mom.

My name is Georg. I am a friend of your husband.

We were on the way here.

He had an injury to his leg. She was kindled.

He is dead.

(Rattling)

(The woman is sobbing loudly.)

He was looking for a hotel, something where he finds peace,

could hide.

All hotels were overcrowded.

The seventh hotel.

had despite the sign "Complet" then free a room.

(French) One week in advance. - One week?

When a raid comes, I stand there empty-handed again.

You have no right to stay.

But I do not want to stay.

You have to prove that.

And how?

They go to the prefect

and give him visas and ship passage.

This means,

I can only stay ...

if I can prove that I do not want to stay?

How much?

He knew the woman would betray him, tomorrow, maybe today.

He was exhausted. " He almost did not care.

The price of the room, the woman who wrote him down was obscene.

Nothing was left to him.

He saw the others, they were hanging out in the lobby,

who were waiting for him, the new one, to tell their stories.

Which country grants Transits or Visa.

Later, up in the room, he thought of the poet.

He took his last manuscript again. But it did not enchant him anymore.

He was starving, and the cigarette tasted awful.

He lay down on the bed wanted to sleep away hunger.

He would do the things of the poet at the consulate

and maybe get a finder's fee and buy some food.

and then ...

Something is going to happen.

The hunger was appalling.

(German) This is my employment contract.

Caracas.

I am a conductor. Do you know Caracas?

Can you see it? On 1.9. I should start.

Hm.

The...

This is my visa. It came in time.

They want modern music. I wondered myself.

I am a specialist in Reger and Nono, but modern music there?

Who hears this? - Hm.

Twelve passport photos want to have.

Here, one, two, three,

four, five, six, seven ...

eight nine, ten, eleven, twelve, all there.

I am not laughing, you can see my ear.

Is a mistake, laugh and wrong position.

Yes. - I was sent back.

Oh, and tasted that ... That's the ship's passage.

The ship stops in the USA and in Mexico.

For that I need transits. You may think, 'He has everything.

The Transits arise by itself. '

But no. Fear.

They are afraid, that we go ashore and stay.

Uh-huh.

Do you have something to eat? - What?

No.

He looked at the conductor and all the others with their stories.

How they escaped death.

Of the children, the men, the women, they lost.

The horrible things they saw. He did not want to hear it anymore.

(Wife) Do not say that you find the sweet. I hate them.

I want to be the best Make minced meat out of them.

Include two Americans, Emmy and John Blumenberg.

Are head over heels in the last plane to Washington.

Can not I blame them. John is a Jew, like me.

The dogs could not go with it. I should bring her.

For that they vouch for me and I get a visa.

Now I'm waiting on the Mexican transit

and the verry veterinary proof.

I designed her house.

Then he thought, 'This is Marseille.'

A port city. ' - Da !

Port cities are cities, in which is told. That's what they're there for.

And these people have the right to tell

and that you listen inside. '

I do not want to stay in your Mexico, I ...

(softly) I hate her, she and her mutt.

This is too much. They want to scare us.

My life insurance. Crap. - That's insane.

(Woman) 813.

That's you.

Yes.

(Man in French) The passport. Thank you. You need ...

A visa? - Transit visa.

Where do you want to go? - To America.

What are you doing?

I want you to receive these letters and this manuscript ...

May I see your number?

This one?

Why is?

I am not the consul I'm just checking what it's about

and then forward it to you.

I come in the matter Weidel.

Weidel, the poet? - Yes.

I am... - One moment please.

The consul is waiting for you. May I help you.

(German) Your wife was here.

The two visas. The ship's passage.

A money order.

There is a Western Union branch at the Canebiere, open 24 hours.

Until the departure of your ship are only three weeks left.

So get yourself quickly Transits for the US and Spain.

They build warehouses in Aix and Cassis, then they begin the purges.

This is a misunderstanding.

There is no direct connection to Mexico.

They need transit. They all have big fear that you want to stay.

What's your wife's name?

The name of your wife.

You probably will not forgot her name.

She comes by almost every day

and ask for you.

Marie.

That's right, Marie.

She cried terribly.

She has left me.

One thing interests me. A question rather.

Who forgets faster,

the Abandoned or the, who left him?

I'm just interested in what a writer thinks.

I can hardly do it anymore remember her.

This afternoon I saw him for the first time.

He had cashed the money sat by the window,

ate the hot pieces of the Margherita

and drank the cool rose.

Outside, the people moved by with their shopping bags.

"In a few weeks will be here to be the fear and the chaos,

and they have nothing better to do to go shopping, "he said.

I told him about a movie in which Zombies besiege a mall.

"Yes," he said, "even the dead nothing better comes up. "

(Melancholic piano music)

(German) Do you feel like playing?

I brought you something.

I can not. I'm sick.

Is your mom there? - She has to work.

Do you listen to the radio? - Is broken.

Did that fall? - I do not know.

Can you fix it?

I can try.

Will you help me?

So...

OK...

Can you keep it that way? So?

Okay, and now ... now hold it over the flame.

Not too close to the flame, because the temperature is lower.

Yes, that's good.

I'll lend that to me.

OK. A little bit forward.

Let's see if that works.

Do not hold your breath. Take a long breath.

Like football, just keep breathing.

Now come on here with the ... spoon.

Yes.

A little closer. Yes, okay.

Path.

OK... Looks good.

Then let's have a look.

(Radio is running.)

(He's looking for a station.)

(Music: melody by H. D. Hüsch's "Abendlied")

What do you have?

I know this song.

That's what my mom has sung to fall asleep.

(Smgt) cod ...

comes home

Elephant ...

runs home

ant ...

raging home

The lights are on.

The day is out

(Door is opened.)

(Radio goes silent.)

Mom asks if that's your job.

Yes.

I have radio and television technology learned.

Did you finish an apprenticeship?

No.

Here are the fascists came between.

Can you sing the song again?

Mama wants to see you singing.

(sings) butterfly ...

comes home

Little Bear ...

comes home

Cod... No, wait a minute.

Swim home

The lights are on.

The day is out

Now comes the cod.

cod ...

swims home

Elephant ...

runs home

ant ...

raging home

The lights are on.

The day is out

Fox and goose ...

come home

Cat and mouse ...

come home

Man and woman ...

come home ...

(Narrator) He then broke off.

It made him lose his voice as they say.

He probably cried, he could feel it.

Melissa and Driss looked at him.

Driss said it was already late and if he does not want to stay with them.

He said he had something urgent would have to do. He then went to the hotel.

He had promised to spend the day with Driss tomorrow.

The song did not want to get out of his mind.

(Vocals) Everything is dreaming And everything is exchanged.

Back in life again.

The evening is already sitting On our house

(Police siren)

(Brakes squeal, siren stops.)

(Urgent steps in the stairwell)

(Beat)

(French) moment.

Papers, residence permit.

On the table. - Ah yes?

Then please show.

A bit faster, we do not have time forever.

(Rumbling and shouting)

(Children in French) Mom, Mom! - (woman screams)

(Wife) Let me go! - (children) Mom! Mummy!

Let me go! - Mummy!

He saw the woman. How extinguished she was.

He heard the screams of the man and the children.

He saw the others, who watched him.

Were they merciless? Facilitated, that she did not get caught?

In one of the room doors he discovered the woman with the dogs.

Their eyes met. For a long moment they looked at each other.

Then they lowered their eyes.

He knew what everyone was talking about and let go:

It was the shame.

They were ashamed. Shamed terribly.

The next day he picked up Driss.

That led him to one dusty fairground by the sea.

(Waltz music from a loudspeaker)

Mom and I will go to the mountains. Are you coming with me?

If you can do it ...

If you can do it, to kick the can into the gully,

Let's go exercise.

The gully there? OK. - Mm.

Wait a moment. It can not be too easy.

Foothold ...

Oh shit. - Nah. You still have a try.

Wait, that's too close. A little bit back. Yes.

Ah!

A cup of chocolate ice cream.

I have to do something shortly. I'll be right back, okay?

Where do you have to go?

Opposite, the house with the flag.

Does not take long. I'll be right back.

(Murmurs)

(Man) Do you want to eat something? - no.

(Voices)

(Mrs) Mr Weidel.

Mr. Weidel!

Yes.

Why are not you? sought a visa for the US?

Many of your colleagues have done that.

You feared that your visa application would be rejected.

Right?

The series of articles in the New Frontier

about the shooting of the unionists in Almeria using the CIA,

you were involved in that.

No.

The New Frontier is a communist newspaper.

I was not involved.

Why Mexico? Do you think there are communists welcome ...

I said I was not involved.

What do you want in Mexico?

What do you want to live from?

I'll try, to practice a craft.

What a craft do you want to exercise?

Radio and television technician.

You do not want to write a book about all this? -No.

But that's the job the writer.

As a little boy, there we have often school trips made.

They were ... sometimes very nice.

But unfortunately

came the next day the teacher and gave us the essay topic:

"Our school trip".

And after the big holidays there was always the essay:

"How I spent my holidays".

Or:

"My best holiday experience".

And even after Christmas, after Christmas and feast,

there was the essay:

"My Christmas".

At some point it seemed to me that that I only experience it all,

to write an essay about it.

And the writers, who were with me in the camp,

for those were the most terrible most terrible experiences

only experienced to write about it.

The warehouse. The escape.

The death.

The war.

I no longer write class essays.

That's a serious confession for a man like you.

(Muffled voices)

He is not upset.

(Melancholic piano music)

Excuse me.

Does not it taste you? Do you like something else?

Do you want to go away?

To America?

To Mexico.

When?

On 23.

With the "Montreal".

We can eat ice cream somewhere else. At the harbor?

Hm?

Or we go training. Foothold.

And then he saw that the boy cried.

As he tried to quench the tears.

I have to go.

He saw the effort he wanted to comfort the boy.

and explain why he has to leave.

(French) shit, you can all me!

(Ring)

(Someone knocks on the window)

(Dogs panting.)

How is the conductor? - He did not make it.

Can you invite me to dinner?

I beg your pardon? - Can you invite me to dinner?

The dogs eat so much. I hardly have any more money.

That takes so long with the veterinary certificate ...

Are you waiting.

The woman had given me a note. She was deaf and dumb.

I go...

Many refugees want that make a little money,

Note with a small toy put on the tables

and ask for a donation.

The woman here was looking for a doctor for her son.

and hoped with the Germans to find one.

He's going then, has been asking about refugees.

He has a doctor very quickly found in a hotel on the harbor.

A pediatrician from Kassel.

Good day. - Yes?

I was told, here there is a doctor.

One moment.

Is for you.

We urgently need a doctor. - Who is we"?

A boy, about eight years old.

What has he? - I do not know.

He gets no air. - Why are not you going to the emergency room?

He is illegal. He and his mother.

You not? - Yes, me too.

Is it far? - Ten minutes.

Wait, I'll get my bag.

(Doctor, softly) See you later. - Mm.

Did he eat something? - I dont know.

I got it yesterday last seen.

I am not the father.

He is the son of a friend.

The friend died. Not long ago.

The mother is deaf and dumb. - Whats the name of this boy?

Driss. - African?

Melissa, the mother, is from the Maghreb.

Driss has asthma.

(Doctor) Try, to breathe deeply into the abdomen.

You can get dressed again.

Were you out for the last few days?

You have to spend a few days stay in bed, yes?

Your mom should cook something for you.

Do you have a favourite meal?

Nee? You have to do something especially like it, right?

Pancakes or something? Yes?

Well, then your mom can that maybe cook.

I'll get her in there.

Come?

Only the mother.

It is a severe asthma attack. He has to stay in bed.

These are simple drops, three times a day after eating.

The mistral does not do him any good.

(Driss) Mom and I are going to the mountains. - (Doctor) That will do you good.

What did you do to the boy? - I beg your pardon?

Something you must have done to him, that he did not want to see you.

That you do not even in his room were allowed.

I will leave him.

You do not go to the mountains? - no.

He was hoping you would go along, at the father's place.

And why do not you go with it?

I will go to Mexico.

What?

What?

I want to do that too. - And why do not you go?

Are you still missing documents? - No, I have everything together.

When is your ship? - On Tuesday.

What is your problem then?

I too have to leave someone.

Whom? - A woman.

May I invite you to dinner?

We should have been three weeks ago can be gone.

You did not need one yet Damn visa, no transit.

Everything was clear I had the passages.

We were almost gone. The anchors were lifted.

Then she is off board.

And me afterwards. - And now you can not get out of here.

Me, yes.

I have a visa, the Transits, a passage.

On Tuesday, the "Esperanza" at 9 pm, hangar 12.

About Lisbon and Montevideo.

I got the transit today for Portugal and Uruguay.

You will go on board?

Everything will work here in two weeks down the drain. They're already in Lyon.

And do you want to leave them behind?

I have to build a clinic. I am expected.

It is my job I cant wait any longer.

Does she know it? - I told her.

I have to go, People in need are waiting for me.

She knows that. - Understand.

You understand?

Yes I understand.

You have a bad conscience and want my blessing.

I doubt, that you can bless.

Not even comfort.

Did you find him?

Here, eat something. - Thank you.

Come over.

You are the one who was looking for a doctor.

Yes I am.

The gentleman has already decided.

He goes to Mexico and leaves a child behind.

What shoud that?

They decided. Or did I misunderstand something?

They love the boy, that's obvious.

You were hurt when he did not hurt you wanted to have in his room.

They love him, but leave him behind. - He is not my son.

What does it matter? She is not my wife either.

(Doorbell)

He still heard her footsteps, the bright tone of the doorbell.

Then she disappeared.

He left Mont Ventoux soon after her.

As he turned, he saw the doctor leave and lonely at his table.

The doctor seemed to cry.

Then he went to his hotel,

into his own loneliness.

(Woman in French) Yes? - George.

(German) From last night.

He is not there.

You can wait. He will be back soon.

(In the distance a ship horn sounds.)

Tea? - With pleasure.

Where is he? - He went to the boy again.

Is something with drift?

No.

Control.

He is a good doctor, a great one.

Do you know a good one Secondhand shop here?

What are you looking for? - I'm not looking for anything, I want to sell.

Do not you have any more money?

That too.

Maybe he will be late too.

He will still be confirm the passage.

So he will leave? - Yes sure.

And you stay?

What is left for me? - Would you like to go away?

He said that you already as good as gone. What did he say?

"The anchors were thinned, she's off board. "

So similar. - Yes.

But now you would stay on board.

What has changed?

Everything.

(Ship horn from the harbor)

Who forgets faster,

the Abandoned or the, who left him?

What do you think?

He forgot me. - Who?

My man.

How do you know this? - That's what the consul told me.

Which consul?

The Mexican.

(Narrator) Had he guessed it? - I said, we have to go.

He sat and listened to her. - He wrote and smoked and drank.

While she was telling how she left Weidei ...

Then the Germans came. -... In Paris

and get started in the doctor's car.

and fled from the Germans.

It was easy to get into his car

and to write a farewell letter

a definitive one.

How she sought him, her husband, everywhere in Marseilles ...

at the Mexican Consulate, in front of the American,

on the Canebiere, in Mont Ventoux.

Your desperate, meaningless search.

Since then I have been searching.

Everyone had spoken to him. - Everyone spoke to him.

At the Western Union. - The Mexican.

The American Consul, the Mexican.

I always come too late.

(Mafia) The Forsaken Never forget, you say.

But that's not true.

They have the beautiful, sad songs. With them is the compassion.

(Marie) Those who leave, there is nobody with them.

They do not have songs.

(George) Marie!

He did not forget you.

He hides from me.

Why are you on board back then?

Did you want to go back to him?

I do not know.

Why are you looking for him then?

Because he has my visa.

I can not leave without him here.

I wrote him a letter that came an acquaintance to him to Paris.

I texted him, that he should come to Marseille,

that our visas are ready.

And he got the letter.

I know that.

Do you love the doctor?

(She cries.)

I will take care of you.

(softly) Who are you?

(The front door opens.)

(Doctor) What are you doing here? - I wanted to you.

Ah yes?

The boy is doing better. The cortisone hits.

In two or three days he can play again.

They bought backpacks.

And hiking boots.

That's amazing, what you're up to.

What do I want to do? - You want to cross the Pyrenees with her.

Have you already sold the passage?

Have you already sold the passage?

I can Marie visa and passage get for Mexico.

You can drive.

I will follow you with Marie.

On the 23rd with the "Montreal".

Now I'm curious, how much you want. 5000?

But you need say, 2000 as an advance.

You have to bribe officials.

But you have good contacts, we can be happy.

I do not want anything.

This answer makes you even less credible.

Go please.

I need the data from Marie.

We meet at 2 pm in Mont Ventoux,

and I bring Visa and passage with.

(Melancholic piano music)

He said he had through the glass See Marie and Richard sitting there.

Then she would have looked as if she had known that he stands there,

and she smiled.

Later, they sat together.

He had the visa and the passage.

Richard did not want to believe it and went to the Port Authority,

to have the passage checked.

I will check that. - Yes, then check it out.

(Piano)

They sat and waited, and they had they can consider a loving couple.

I saw that they held their hands.

And that Marie was crying.

He later said he never knew about Marie,

if there are tears of happiness or despair.

I saw that he kissed her. And that she kissed.

(Piano)

Then Richard came back they ordered pizza and wine.

and celebrated with reservations, as Richard called that.

Because there were still missing the Transits from Spain and the US.

When is your ship? - on 23.

This month?

Next month there will be no ship.

You have the transit for your wife should apply.

It will be difficult...

Enter it under the heading:

"Transit applicant accompanying person ".

Do you want to explain my work to me?

They are strange.

Because I am with my wife would like to travel?

Recently you did not want that yet.

They talked about true work

from the parasite of the writer.

How that disgusts you.

Do you want me now tell about true love?

Hm?

You both, Mexico, small cottage with garden.

They come from work, and your wife,

which I was allowed to get to know and the very ...

is very graceful,

she is sitting there,

cuts herbs for dinner.

You look at her, as she sits between the bushes ...

Maybe you should Become a writer.

You can do this against this document pick up the documents in a few days.

Thank you.

One more question.

What was the last, that you wrote?

(Georg) A man has died.

He should report in hell.

He is waiting in front of a big door.

He is waiting one day, two.

He is waiting weeks. Months.

Then years.

At some point a man passes by. The waiting person asks:

"Can you help me? I'm supposed to report in hell. "

The other looks at him from head to toe

and says:

"But my Lord! That's hell here! "

(Narrator) Richard did not want to accompanied to the ship,

but Marie insisted.

Richard shook hands with George,

Then he held the door open for Marie,

as if she were the one to leave.

He told me that he would go upstairs had gone to wait for Marie.

The wine bottle still stood on the table that they had drunk goodbye.

He sat down, went on drinking, alone.

He smoked. He was waiting.

He went to the window. He opened it.

Then he saw her coming.

(Door is unlocked.)

(Soft guitar music)

(Marie) Wait a minute.

(Ship's horn)

Come over.

Come over.

Excuse me.

For what?

What do you apologize for?

I am not coming.

I can not go with you. I stay here.

For what then all this?

I wanted Richard to leave.

He has to go to Mexico.

And you?

I'm looking for my husband.

Georg.

Wait.

Wait.

Marie, your husband is dead.

(Marie) No,

he is not.

(A car stops in front of the house.)

He told me that Richard already on board,

as some French officers the cabins were complaining.

and he and a few others had to disembark.

He had Richard and his depressing story still listened to.

Marie would have sat down to Richard, to comfort him,

that was inconsolable, utterly destroyed.

He, Georg, still had stood at the window.

It seemed to him as if he had stood there all evening.

He was gone sometime. He would have her left behind, there on the bed.

He could not remember how he said goodbye.

He had looked at Marie again. His eyes had not been returned.

He then went through the night and eventually to his hotel.

There he lay and thought that he would be gone in a few days.

There he had the evening song, he had sang driss.

He has never been so cold.

(A radio is running.)

Driss?

It's me.

(French) Hello.

I'm looking for Melissa and Driss.

This is your apartment?

They are gone.

Where?

Far away.

When did you leave?

Thank you.

Excuse me please.

Excuse me.

May I invite you to dinner?

Thank you.

Sante. - Yes.

Sante.

Where are your dogs? - Path.

Run away?

Dead.

I'm sorry. I did not know... - I do not want to talk.

I just want to eat and drink and not alone.

He said that she is still a cigarette has turned,

paid for the coffee, and then would they have walked in the evening?

Rudy Ricciotti was the architect ...

She would have talked then, about an architect,

Ricciotti, the passerelle,

so great the breading quarter connects with the former fort.

And that's why they're doing so, too was looking forward to Marseilles at that time.

(Woman) Also this cube, he has cased with this concrete pattern.

And when you're inside, you can see through it, what is beautiful.

Do I get one too?

They were still smoking a cigarette together.

He said that he is in this moment has felt lifted.

That he could forget Marie and everything was quiet and clear.

(A woman screams.)

(People are talking excitedly.)

He spent the last days, often lay in his room,

waiting.

He said he just wanted to leave.

He only went out at night.

Once he saw Richard, the one terribly desperate impression.

He said he was hiding like a coward.

He said he was scared Marie to meet.

Then he grabbed.

It was the last night.

He would come the next afternoon board the ship and disappear.

(Timid knocking)

(Police siren)

(Marie) I finally found you.

Everyone had turned to them.

My guests seemed a bit aggressive whether the passionate embrace.

One does not like the happiness of others, though you yourself are hit by misfortune.

It was also a depressed atmosphere in Mont Ventoux.

Avignon just became, as they call it, cleaned.

They had filled the warehouses, the deportations began.

Now they moved to Marseilles.

Later he told me that she kept coming back whispered that he should take her with him.

That she had been so terrified do not find him anymore.

You then went to him, she did not want to go to her.

She already has everything and pointed to her travel bag.

I'm really thirsty

I only have water.

No matter.

He told me she was exhausted next to him sat on the bed

and asked for a glass of water.

And later in the bathroom he thought again

To the unfortunate poet, her husband,

and he wanted to tell her everything.

When he came back to the room, There he saw her lying on the bed.

He looked at her, very calm and seemed gentle and peaceful.

For the first time he saw her like this.

She has to spend days and nights be around.

At some point it got light and they had to go to the consulate.

and then get on the ship.

I'll be right back.

He said he did not doubt for a moment,

the documents to receive in time.

You had three hours left, until the ship left.

He saw Marie down there, the morning sun shook the corner.

She had put her hand over her eyes. - Mr. Weidel!

He had to think about Driss, who also sat there.

Mr. Weidel! - Before the ice cream he did not eat.

(French) Yes. - Then he was called.

Marie!

(Autohupe)

Hey! (He whistles.)

(Georg) To the port, please.

Like Christmas shopping in New York.

Have you ever been to New York? - Yes.

He bought the coat for me there. - Richard?

No, my husband.

He is certainly at the railing and looks back to the harbor.

He's always on the train against the direction of travel.

Yes? - Yes.

Which railing?

Well, the one from the ship.

What kind of ship?

Our ship. The "Montreal".

What makes you think that, that he will be on the "Montreal"?

That's what the Mexican said.

You were at the consulate again?

Imagine his face,

when he stands there by the railing

and I whisper his name and he turns to me.

He will not stand by the railing.

But,

he will.

And he will forgive me.

I know him. He will laugh and forgive me.

(Marie) Hm?

You will like him.

This is your passage.

And...

you have to enter the number here.

That's the transit.

Yes? - Thank you.

You take care of that. - Yes.

Stop.

(Marie) What is it? - I forgot something.

Georg ...

is it important? - I'll be right back.

(He knocks on.) Hello?

Hello?

Richard.

What are you doing here again?

Do not you need to board? - I have a passage for you.

Only pack the essentials. - I do not understand.

He told me that the Richard was staring at him,

and then he knew he was fast a story has to serve.

There was no time for the truth.

He asked Richard for money.

Richard did not ask further, gave him the money, 5000,

almost all his cash.

He gave him the passage, Richard hurried to the street,

and he was standing at the top of the window and Richard below,

waiting for the taxi.

And when it came, Richard looked up again.

And was not there a little contempt in this view?

Richard thought he was a tug, a trafficker,

one who out of the plight of the refugees Capital beats.

He looked at the sea. At some point he heard the ship siren.

And then he saw outside on the sea the "Montreal".

When she disappeared on the horizon, he waited some more time.

He looked at me, his eyes very tired. He smiled.

I'm boring you. - He asked if he bore me.

What are you going to do now? - I have money.

The hiking boots of the doctor have fit.

I'll try it over the Pyrenees.

You said that's crazy.

Is Avignon already busy?

Yes.

Can I leave this with you?

For sure.

Marie ...

(Melancholic music)

(Police siren)

(French) Sorry. - Yes?

A friend should be yesterday to have left with the "Montreal".

And I wanted to ask you if you ...

Karim, take care of the 12th Hurry up. We do not have much time.

Could you look at the passenger list,

Did she really leave? - What's her name?

Marie. - Marie ...

Weidel. W e ...

e ... W-e-i-d-e-I.

Marie Weidel. - Marie Weidel.

Yes. -Yes? - She was on board.

Been?

I'm really sorry.

Usually we take care of each other to the relatives, but ...

They are at the city limits, the purges have begun.

What are you talking about?

I thought you knew ... - What?

The "Montreal" is early this morning Run to a mine in front of the Balearic Islands.

She has sunken. Nobody survived.

My condolences.

He was sitting with his back to the door.

Whenever the door opened, he pulled together.

It seemed to me as if he was violent strained not to turn your head,

not to look in the mirror.

And yet he did it every time.

Marie could show up again,

like shipwrecked by a wonderful Rescue on the coast appear

or like the shadow of a dead person with sacrifice and fervent prayer

was snatched from the underworld.

I had tried to warn him offered him a hiding place.

In the morning had the purges started.

But he ... stayed seated ...

(Steps)

and waited ...

on her.

(Music: "Road To Nowhere" from Talking Heads)

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