All language subtitles for The Clown [Ansichten Eines Clowns] (Vojtech Jasny 1975)

I went away six years ago.

As a clown.

Official job title: Comedian.
No church tax.

Now I get home, ruined,
barely even an amateur.

No one, not even my father,
knows how many of these factories

belong to my parents,
the "Brown Coal Schniers".

It must be in writing that we
educate our children as Catholics.

But we have no children.

Yes, but it must be in writing,
or we're not married before the Church.

And we also need
to have a civil ceremony.

I don't know...

We should wait a bit,
a year isn't important.

You don't understand
what it means for me to live in this state

without promising our children
a Catholic education.

Yes, yes...

I'll sign anything.

Even that document.

You only do it out of laziness,

not because you believe in the authority
of certain abstract regulatory principles.

Yes, I do it out of laziness.

I want to share my whole life with you.

I'll even transgress to the Catholic church
if it's necessary to keep you.

But words like, what was it...

"abstract regulatory principles"...

That reminds me of...
a torture chamber.

We're not talking about you or me
but about the rules.

Yes.

Please put it here.

Your health.

My god, please be merciful.
We can talk at breakfast tomorrow.

I had a terrible performance.

This tired smug contempt
when I'm on stage.

Just as stale as this beer.

I don't understand you.

First we argue about me signing
this form of blackmail,

then about the civil wedding...

I say yes to both
and you're worse than before.

Yes, it's much too quick for me.

Do you think I don't notice
that you avoid arguments?

What will you really do?

Bring the ashtray and lie down
next to me and we'll talk, please.

Come here.

There's something about this I don't like.
It doesn't sound like you.

Such as?

I don't know,
it smells like Bonn.

Like the circle around Zupfner,
Sommerwild and whoever.

Maybe your ears imagine
what your eyes have seen.

I don't understand.

So you don't know about
Catholics meeting here.

Yes, I saw the posters.

And that Heribert and Prelate Sommerwild
could be here.

- Here in the hotel?
- Yes.

- Why didn't you make an appointment?
- You were out all the time.

But now I have time, phone them.

They left...
This afternoon.

I'm glad that you've been breathing
Catholic air, even if it's imported.

Why are you so angry?

I'm not angry and you know it.

Say that you know it.

If she'd been crying.
I could have hugged and kissed her.

But I didn't, from routine.
I didn't want to.

I thought of Zupfner
and Prelate Sommerwild.

And that she had three days contact
with them without telling me.

Sure they talked about me.

Zupfner is in the organisation
of Roman Catholic laymen.

I must go the way I need to go.
Marie...

Pay the fare, please.

Oh no, I don't know whether
you can pay the bill.

You wash your feet in the sink
and so on...

Do I get my money
or should I call the police?

I'm giving you nothing.

Take this.

This is outrageous.
A shave in the corridor?

Okay.

Take this as compensation.

Crap.
Crap.

Yes.

My name is Kostert.
I'm the organizer.

We have to clarify the fee,
Mr Schnier.

I've nothing against that.

We agreed DM 150
for a clown worth 300.

I'm president
of a charitable Christian organization.

My conscience forbids me
to pay DM 150 for a clown

when 50 is more than enough.

Still listening?

Yes, I'm listening and waiting.

Make a suggestion, Mr Schnier.

Listen, Mr Kostert,
I suggest the following...

You buy me
a first class rail ticket to Bonn,

a bottle of schnapps,

then you come here,
pay my hotel including tips,

and leave enough money
for a cab to the station.

And you will be responsible,
with your Christian conscience,

for the transport of my luggage
to the station. Agreed?

- I wanted to offer you DM 50.
- Take the tram, that's cheaper.

You could take the luggage in your taxi.

Listen, I'm hurt, I can't carry that stuff.

I even have an agent.

He brought flowers to the hotel
after performances.

Champagne to the room.

We had interviews, applause.

Applause...

We collected newspaper cuttings.
My reputation.

Mr Schnier, here is Kostert.
You have to listen.

- Leave me alone.
- You need a doctor?

Give me my cash and go home.

Everything all right?

Yes, fuck off you lousy Christian bird.

- Hide all the issues.
- Get lost!

The ticket was second class.
The taxi fare was deducted.

So there's only DM 1 left.

My father would say,
that's poor earnings.

This is Bonn.

In this building there's an apartment
my grandfather presented to me.

I lived there with Marie.

There's a precondition for the apartment.
I can't sell or rent it.

Typical gift from wealthy people.

Monika Silfs remained our only friend.

We'd called her
before we came back home.

Then she cleaned the apartment
and did the shopping.

I don't just suffer from depression,
headaches and fatigue,

my worst affliction
is that I'm monogamous.

There is only one women for me...
Marie.

And since Marie left me
to marry this Roman Catholic Zupfner,

I live like a monk should live.

But I'm not a monk.

I was born in Bonn
and I know many people here.

My parents live here
and my brother Leo.

With the death of my sister Henriette
my parents stopped existing for me.

Henriette died 17 years ago.

She was 16 as the war was ending.

They said she should go and volunteer
with an anti-aircraft gun.

And she went,
but not really voluntarily.

Hello.

Where did Henriette go
on her excursion?

Excursion? Nonsense, she went to Bonn
to volunteer on an anti-aircraft gun.

Don't peel your apple so thick, my boy.

Look!

Understand
that everyone has to do his duty,

chase the Jewish Yankees
from our holy mother earth.

Our holy German earth.

And they are not far away now.

This "holy German earth"
is really quite funny

when I think about the money

that the "Brown Coal Schniers" made
over the last 70 years by gnawing at it.

- What are you doing?
- The werewolf.

- Don't you?
- Yes.

Lads, this is how you use the K98 rifle...

Fortunately Gerd was an orphan.

You'll do it better than that stupid boy.

I believe the living are dead
and the dead are living.

Not like Catholics.

For me a young boy like George,
who died from the bazooka,

is more alive than my mother.

I always can hear her voice,
but the voice of Henriette never again.

In 10 years he won a medal
for the destroying three Russian tanks.

What's his name?

- Rubezahl.
- Dirty defeatist!

Nazi swine!

Stop it!

You're under arrest.

Wipe it out with discipline.

Think, the boy isn't yet 12.

Where did you hear the words
"Nazi swine"?

At the Annaberger Hof.

I read it.

So it wasn't spoken.
You didn't hear it?

No.

The boy doesn't know what he said.

He doesn't know what he did.

Or I'd have to
raise my hand to him.

Raise it.

Hardness, unrelenting hardness.

There they all sit again.

Mr Bruehe who wanted me shot dead
17 years ago

and dear Kalik, who pleaded for
"hardness, unrelenting hardness".

Now they're getting
Prelate Sommerwild's support,

Papal Envoy
for matrimonial questions.

And as a special attraction
they've included a Rabbi.

Set another place, Kathe.

We have an unexpected
and unannounced visitor.

Yes, Madam President

I'm at the Central Committee
of the Society for Racial Reconciliation?

I'm a visiting delegate from the Central
Committee of Jewish Yankees

and I'd be grateful
for a cup of coffee.

Only tea is served here.

No place at the table
for the unexpected delegate?

For the unannounced lost son.

No coffee, only tea, when everybody
here knows I don't like tea.

You should have learned
that you have to adapt.

It could also be instant coffee,
Madam President.

Always these extravagances.

They should know that I was born
in this house and grew up here.

And everyone knows
how allergic I am to tea.

A rash, you know.

Most worrying for me, concerning the
guests of my mother, this lady there,

is the guilelessness
of returned emigrants.

They are so touched by remorse,
for their proclaimed pledges to democracy,

they do not comprehend
that the real terror is in the details.

To repent great things is so easy...

murder...

adultery...

political crimes,
Antisemitism...

but who forgives,
who understands the details?

Remember that these men
would have had no objection

if I had been executed 20 years ago
here in this garden.

And remember how my father was treated
when he asked for clemency for me.

But we all regretted it.

Even today they would like to kick me
out of here, though perhaps not kill me.

What has happened to your daughter,
Madam?

She was such a pretty, fresh,
funny girl.

What happened
to your daughter, Madam?

Can I talk to her?

I'm not thinking of volunteering
for the anti-aircraft gun.

After all, it says "voluntarily".

You shouldn't push the child
on this.

Some duties remain duties even if they are
called voluntary, especially in this situation.

Duties have to be done.
You have to do your duty.

I'd be happy to volunteer from here,
but not there.

Go away and hide at Uncle Walter's
or with Wienekens' aunt.

I do not permit defeatism
or tolerate requests for shirking.

You will never forget.

Forget?

Should I forget, Mama?

And where is Papa?

He has a meeting
of the Supervisory Board.

How he is doing?

He's become old.

And wise.

And Leo?

He is diligent, diligent.

They predict a great future
as a theologian.

Oh god, Leo of all people,
a future as a theologian.

It was bitter for us when he converted.
But the spirit blows where it will.

- And where is he?
- Here in Bonn in a monastery.

And how is Grandfather?

Fantastic, indestructible, he'll soon be 90.
It's a mystery how he does it.

It's quite simple, these old boys are not
worn out by memories or conscience.

But what's the real purpose
of your visit?

You're not doing well again, I hear.

You have work problems, I was told.

So now you fear
that I'll be asking for money.

But don't fear, Mama, not yet.
You won't give me any.

But I need to be legitimate. I need the
money because I want to go to America.

Someone gave me a chance,
a Jewish Yankee,

but I will do my best
to avoid racial stereotypes.

My concern is the principle,
the principle.

We should, in the next room...
alone...

Kathe, more tea, please.

We still have no date for the meeting
of the Executive Committee.

Schnier, performances here are dramatic
but not professional.

Why don't they give us
something amusing for a change, to relax?

I'm not an artist, I'm a comedian.

That's as different as a moral theologian
is from a canon lawyer.

And if something happens twice
then it's a double murder.

Schnier, Schnier,
I'm seriously worried about you.

They came to Bonn
to tell us about the enmity.

Come on,
wouldn't it be better to go home?

I know very well that they don't like me.
But you'll be surprised to hear I like you.

They must concede that I have the right
to enforce certain ordinances.

- If necessary with violence.
- Emphatically and objectively.

The issue here is so subjective,
uniquely so. This Zupfner...

Don't talk about Heribert.

They are witty.

Someone took my wife
and I should remain silent?

He is not "someone"
and Fraulein Derkum was not your wife.

He didn't take her away, she left.

Completely voluntarily?

Good Lord, Schnier,
they can't expect a Catholic priest

to encourage a woman
to continue living out of wedlock.

You can love a woman
without living with her.

Ah, now they start with the Virgin Mary.

And where is what they call carnality?

This is quite drastic, Schnier.

The process leading to the conception
of a child is pretty drastic too.

What the church preaches about this
drastic thing is all hypocrisy.

Basically you say this filth
is only legitimate in marriage.

Or you separate the physical
from everything else.

But the wife that suffers her man
only with her body, not even the whore...

I'm surprised, Schnier, how much
you've considered this matter.

Surprised I consider them thoughtless dogs,
viewing a wife as their possession...

These things need to be regulated.

Your regulations... you put nature
on a track you call adultery

but if nature breaks
into a marriage, it terrifies you.

Confessed, forgiven, sinned,
confessed again and so on, all regulated.

They don't understand anything,

The consequence of this
will be double adultery,

the one Marie commits
by marrying your Heribert

and the one she commits
when she leaves him one day.

Schnier, I know very well
what's wrong with you.

You are monogamous like a donkey.

They don't even know anything
about zoology.

Donkeys are not monogamous,
even if they look devout.

Sticklebacks, ravens and sometimes
rhinoceroses are monogamous.

Marie apparently not.

I'm sorry, Schnier,
I would like to spare them, believe me.

Where is she?

They went to Rome.

A honeymoon, or what?

So they say.

The whoredom is complete.

Maybe there's someone in the city
who'll give me a coffee.

I would like to speak to
a theology student, Leo Schnier.

Who should I say?

Schnier...
s-c-h-n-i-e-r.

What's that?

I am the brother of Leo.

Your brother is in the refectory.

The gentlemen are eating
and should not be disturbed.

And later?

Later they will pray
and they can't be disturbed.

The matter is very urgent.

A fatality?

No, but almost.

A serious accident?

No, an inward accident.

Oh, internal bleeding?

No, my soul.

A person consists
of body and soul.

Augustine, Bonaventura, Cusanus...
you are going the wrong way.

Please tell Mr Schnier
the soul of his brother is in danger

and he should phone me
after eating and of course after praying.

Soul, brother, danger.

The matter is very, very urgent.

An urgent soul matter.

Listen, may I offer
some well-meant advice?

Please.

Leave Augustine, formulated
subjectivity is far from theology

and is destined to harm young souls.

It's nothing but journalism
with a few dialectical elements.

You don't mind me saying this?

No, I'll go home
and throw my Augustine into the fire.

Right, into the fire.

God be with you.

With Marie's father, old Derkum,
I spent half my days.

I helped in the store and he tried
to explain Hegel and Marx to me.

- Dad, the key.
- Ah yes, thank you.

Anyone there?

Go!

No.

No, I won't go.

Where should I go?

Should I go to Cologne if lend me DM 20
and marry you later?

No, don't go to Cologne.

I always think of the women in Cologne
who do this for money.

This shouldn't be paid for.

So all the women whose men go there,
they're to blame.

I've read about so-called physical love
and the other love, I think it's nonsense.

I can't separate them.

Do you love me?

Do you think I'm beautiful?

Yes.

You're the only girl
I want to do this with.

I always think only of you,
if I think about it.

Already at boarding school,
I was only thinking of you.

What are you doing?

Make-up.

Would you rather go?

Please stop crying.

Always the same with you!
I need to drag you out of the pub.

Where have you been so long?

What did you do?
Your hands are freezing.

I did the laundry.
I wanted some fresh linen.

But we only have four pairs, always two
on the beds and two in the wash.

They lie so wonderfully warm
like two birds in a nest.

Don't you have hot water?

The boiler's been broken
for a long time.

What's up?

My god, I'm Catholic.
You know that.

But any other girl, Evangelical, Lutheran,
Jewish, would react the same way.

There really does exist
such a thing as innocence.

It's not only for Catholics.

I can't come here any more.

But why?

Do you love me
and think I'm beautiful?

But of course!

But I really like to hear it.

Yes.

I think you're beautiful.

And I love you.

You get up early every morning?

Father sleeps in the morning
and stays in bed till 9.

I open the store
and bring in the newspapers.

It's best if you leave the house
before half past seven.

Now I'll make coffee.

I feel I've married well.

Unwashed, dishevelled,
you're always like that for breakfast?

Even boarding school couldn't teach me
to wash regularly in the morning.

So what do you do?
You have to be fresh somehow.

- I rub myself with Eau de Cologne.
- What? That's so expensive.

I get gifts from my uncle,
big bottles full of the stuff.

He's a rep for 4712.

Remember how you got up last night
and washed the bed linen?

And do you remember how you warmed
my hands under your armpits?

You have to go now.

It's close to half past seven
and school children are coming.

Even the devil doesn't have
eyes as sharp as neighbours.

Good morning, Anna,
no breakfast for me.

No good end...

Hans, what's up?

I didn't know you played Chopin so well.

- Play the mazurka again.
- I have to go to school.

It's German topics in the first lesson.
I'll drive you in mother's car.

Not that stupid car, you know I hate it.

Come on, play again please.

- You don't want to know where I was?
- No I don't want to know.

I was with a girl.

A woman.

My wife.

When did the wedding take place?

It's Marie.

Derkum.

My god... no.

It is.

Here.

Thanks.

Mr Derkum... they are right.

Was that necessary?

With the whole neighbourhood
involved.

Was it really necessary?

You know we bent over backwards
for the damn graduation.

And now? Nothing.

Where is Marie?

Gone.

Gone to Cologne.

Where is she?

Take it easy, you'll know soon enough.

You want to start with love,
it's better to forget marriage.

Go now.

I'm curious what will become of you.
Go.

Where is she?
I have no address?

Here.

Anything else?

What are you waiting for?

I need money.

Money? You're joking.

Come, come on.

Excuse me.

Thanks.

May have some cigarettes?

I immediately followed Marie
to Cologne.

Many Catholics
were very kind to us.

We stayed in Ehrenfeld near the church.
The chaplain was a friend of hers.

He found a room for me
to workout in.

I must go the way I need to go.
Marie

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

I think of nothing.

It's impossible to think of nothing.

Yes, you can.

I'm suddenly very empty...
and it's like I'm drunk.

I'd prefer to get rid of my shoes
and clothes, be unburdened.

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

He'll need to bitterly repent
for this solemn quarter of an hour.

A scolding mother, no money
for new folders and books...

What are you talking about?

I've just seen a young boy outside in the
rain going home to some village nearby.

He is probably lying.

No one can believe
what he's actually done.

He'll say that he slipped and
fell in a puddle and his satchel got wet.

Why are you talking such nonsense?

Because it was what I thought
and what I saw when you asked me.

Come...

- Sorry, has a train recently departed?
- Yes, to Bonn two minutes ago.

Did you see a 12-year-old boy?
Soaking wet with a dripping satchel?

- Why? Is he in trouble?
- I just want to know if he caught a train.

I can only give that information
with permission from my superior.

Two cognacs.

You don't believe me.
I mean the story with the boy.

I believe you.

I'm scared of approaches by semi-drunk
Germans of a certain age.

They talk about the war
and how wonderful it was then.

And if they're quite drunk it turns out
they're killers and don't think it's too bad.

One more.

We were drinking buckets of cognac...
1944, buckets.

Burn the rest, not a drop for the Ivans.
Not a drop.

Not a single drop.

Marie was sick.

I never knew
if she really had a miscarriage.

She was convinced about the child,
that's what she called it,

could never get to heaven
because it wasn't baptised.

She always said
it would remain in limbo.

And I learned what Catholics
learn in religion lessons.

What have they done to you
in hospital?

It's a female matter.

Harmless.

But awful.

Yes.

Why did you make me wait, Schnier?
Trying to avoid your agent?

I was merely trying to have a bath.
Is that a breach of contract?

I can't see you today.

Your only humour is gallows humour.

Where is the rope dangling?

Let's talk about business.
It's stupid to bargain down the fee.

A contract is a contract.
The accident was the excuse.

You're almost human sometimes.

Rubbish.
I like you, if you haven't noticed.

A six-month break
then we'll start over again.

How am I going to live?

Your father will give you a little.

Be a loyal soul,
like the girl that travelled with you.

Loyal soul, you dog!

The best dog they can find.

Get the most out of your father.
As much as you can. Bye.

The kind Monika Silfs attempted
to reconcile us in the Bonn circle.

We accepted an invitation.

Marie was pale with excitement,
awe and pride.

She was very keen to reconcile
with the Church.

Propose to the C-C-Chancellor
that the d-d-death penalty is restored.

C-C-Chancellor, h-h-head off.

Stop the nonsense, Hans.
What's up?

Catholics make me nervous,
because they're unfair.

And Lutherans?

Their consciences make me sick.

And atheists?

They bore me
by constantly talking about God.

And what about you?

Me? A clown, a comedian.

But today I have rivals.

How is the father, the old one?

What would be our good old city be
without Derkum?

Yes, Mr Derkum told me
that Prelate Sommerwild

warned the Catholic children about
buying candy and pencils in his shop.

He's supposed to be communist,
which is worse than Nazi in Germany.

Our good old city would be dirtier
without Mr Derkum.

- At least he's not a hypocrite.
- Thank you, Mr Schnier.

You're welcome.

Let's offer a good toast.

Let's drink to Martin Derkum.

Yes, his health.

- Yes?
- Hans, what are you doing?

Your telegrams sound so dramatic.
Is it so bad?

Bad enough.

I went for a walk with the children.
Karl is at school camp for a week.

I had to get a sitter
before I called you.

Sabine, I'm completely ruined.

Professionally,
mentally, physically, financially.

If you're really hungry, you know there's
a pot of soup on the stove for you.

Did you hear?

I heard.
I'll come by tomorrow at midday.

Sabine, you have to hang up now
or you'll be killed by that German.

This country is full of ogres.

You must promise to come.

At last.

Pretty flowers.

Keep them.

Yes, they're for me.

Who are they from?

Zupfner.

Why?

Why shouldn't he send me flowers?

Maybe the question should be,
why should he send you flowers?

We've known each other a long time.

Maybe he worships me...

Father!

Hans.

Come in.

I don't know very much about clowns,
but bathing in coffee is unusual.

I don't bathe in coffee, father.
It was just a little accident.

A drink?

What's in the house?
Mineral water would be safest.

- Mind if I stay in my bathrobe?
- Yes, it bothers me.

I want to have
a serious conversation with you.

And I hate people looking shabby.

It's not shabby, father,
it's just being relaxed.

Just do me this favour.

Sorry, I haven't eaten
since 9 this morning.

I don't think it would be good
if I fainted.

You eat too quickly.
That was too fast.

Do you drink anything?

Yes.
I tried to make a coffee, but failed.

Should I do it?

Can you?

They say I make an excellent coffee.

I'd rather drink mineral water.

Very well...
As you wish.

Thanks.

I wanted to discuss money.

I assume you're a bit embarrassed.

Embarrassed, a carefully chosen word.

Here...

I won't be on stage
for at least a year.

Furthermore...

My God, your heart?

I'll call Drumman and ask him to see you.
He's our best heart specialist.

No need to consult Drumman.

You said it was your heart.

Maybe I should have said...
soul or mood.

I thought heart was appropriate.

Oh, you mean that old story.

Yes, that old story.

It sounds stupid when I use these words,
but you know what's wrong?

You lack what allows interaction,
and that's acceptance.

- I've heard that before.
- Well hear it again... acceptance.

How do you think I felt when Leo came

and said he converted to Catholicism?

It hurt me just as much...

as the death of Henriette.

It would have been less painful
if he'd said he was a communist.

That's understandable if a young man
dreams a false dream of social justice.

But this... no, no.

I won't think about volunteering
for the anti-aircraft gun.

After all, it says "voluntarily".

Some duties are required
even if they're called voluntary,

especially in this situation.

I'd be happy to volunteer from here,
but not there.

Are you sick?

Yes.

I'm very sick.

But not blind.

This isn't very clever.

Give me a straight answer.

I'll pay for you to study wherever.

Paris, London, Brussels...
only the best is good enough.

Studying is useless to me, father.

Exercise, work...

What do you want to do?

Carry on like that?

Excuse me...

No, but training for half a year,
a year, I don't know.

- Where?
- Here, where else?

I won't bother you
and I won't compromise you.

You have no savings?

No. No savings at all.

But I still have one Mark.

It's hard for me to believe.

Well, then...
What's your plan?

I need a thick rubber mat for training.

As big as this room.

Should I give you that?

I also need DM 1,000 a month.

1,000?

Well, how much did you think?

Here, from my mother.

"My conscience forces me
to disown you."

This is for her own benefit,

so as not to burden
her conscience or her account.

Can you postpone the rent?
We have no money.

What about work?

My husband is an artist.
Yes, an artist.

An artist. And a husband.

I bet the registry office was happy.

My God, speak loud and clear
and open your eyes.

Don't try this trick.

Was I talking to you?

Yes, murmuring.

But what I hear
is throwing away millions.

That's the only thing
you can and should understand.

I was thinking the matter over.

If you don't accept my conditions
for a solid controlled education

and you want to work here,

then you'll get DM 200 per month.

Hans...

I really want to help you.

I'll give you 600.

I want to tell you about the most
surprising experience of our childhood.

What?

The most surprising thing
when we were children

was not having enough to eat.

You mean you were never well-fed?

Yes.

We were never well-fed.
At least not at home.

I don't know to this day
whether it was principle or meanness.

I would prefer
if I knew it was meanness.

Could I get a fresh handkerchief?

Why do you want
a fresh handkerchief again?

You carry them around
but they're never dirty.

Keep in mind the detergent shortage.
We have national duties.

I insist on a fresh handkerchief.

Please get my coat.

Could you tell me something nice?

Sure.

It was nice that you placed
your hand on my shoulder

when those idiots condemned me.

It was very nice of you
saving the life of Mrs Wieneken

when the idiotic Major
wanted to shoot her.

I'd almost completely forgotten
everything.

And it's especially nice
that you've forgotten.

I haven't forgotten.

Here, your handkerchief.

Mother could be very unpleasant
if she missed anything.

She would accuse the maid
of theft or sloppiness.

Shall I order a taxi?

No thanks, I'm going for a little walk.

Fuhrmann is waiting near
the railway crossing with my car.

I would have loved
to make you a good coffee.

I can do that.

Yes, this is Hans.

Oh, you.

I wanted to thank you
for the flowers and everything.

I'm so sorry, it must be bad for you.
Can I do anything for you?

Yes, you can come here...

have mercy on my soul,
and on my knee.

I'm away for two weeks.

Where to?

A little bit...

Can I do anything for you?
I mean anything over the phone?

Yes.

You could...

You could play Chopin's
Mazurka B flat major, Op 7.

I don't like Chopin and play it badly.

That doesn't matter.
Do they have the score there?

Yes, but I'd have to practice a bit.

I'll practice and call again.

Now you see.

It's not your fault, it's mine.

You can't repeat moments.

We will never... never part again.

Till death do us part.

Henriette.

Hans, it's Leo.

Nice to hear from you.
When are you coming over?

It's hard for me to tell you this,
but I can't come.

You can't come?

Then I'll come.
Half an hour at the old cemetery.

Here, little bro, here.

It's me.

You?

That's you, Hans?

Haven't you seen me on stage?

No.

I'm in quite a hurry.

A hurry, when you're seeing your brother
after so many years... Leo.

I know it sounds terrible,
but I have to leave in five minutes.

If you come late,
will they excommunicate you?

Don't say that.

You shouldn't scoff.

If I'm late it's a strict exhortation.

In the garden, if I remember correctly,
I think it's the pruning shears.

Don't they trim you, little brother?

I'll need the papers
to give a presentation with Cortinium.

That sounds like dissecting insects.
What have they done to you, Leo?

My god Hans, do we have to argue
about our education system?

One can climb over the walls.
There are detours to take.

Yes, there are detours but I hate them.

I'll follow my straight path.

All straight paths lead to Stalingrad...

Drop it.

Do we have time tomorrow?

I could skip the lecture
and be with you at 9.

I might also get hold of some money.

What?
You don't have any money with you?

I couldn't find any so quickly.

My brother has no time, my brother
is dealing with pruning shears,

my brother has a future as theologian,
and my brother brought no money.

It's a strange kind of vulgarity,
your constant talk about money.

I'm in a fucking vulgar condition.
I don't have a penny.

I would have liked to drink wine
with my brother and talked.

I have to go.
I can just make it in time.

I'll come back tomorrow.

Better if you don't come tomorrow.

It will be a shame
if you miss the lecture

on Christian charity and compassion.

What kind of person are you?

I'm a clown.

And I collect moments.

Go, little bro, go.

The poor man
is named Johannes.

What I am not,

and you are not,

is almost a Christian.

What I am not,

and you are not,

is almost a Christian.

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