All language subtitles for Silentium (Wolfgang Murnberger, 2004).english

We're taking you to the boss' house.

Don't worry,
he just wants to talk to you. OK?

Hold on, we gotta ring the bell.

You're about to see things
from a whole new angle.

Something just happened again.

And to the son-in-law
of the Festival president himself.

But interesting,

it didn't banish the old rumors
from Salzburg. On the contrary.

See, your typical Salzburg rain.

You're dry one minute
and drenched the next.

It stopped raining.

Nonsense,

I can feel it.

Normally, a priest is just supposed to

tum bread into flesh

and wine into blood,

but during hygiene hour

in the boarding school showers

his priestly shorts

turned into a sailboat.

With suicides,
you've always got the camps.

One side says dink,
the other says dank.

The childhood is to blame
The genes And, and, and.

But I say you can't see into people.

The next guy might
not have it easy either

and he still sees
the positive things in life.

Hello, ma'am.
Open your purse please.

- Lady, be reasonable.
- Are you crazy?

- Open it.
- Don't touch me!

Help!

Help!

What's wrong?

Please help me.
This man grabbed my breast.

I didn't do anything.

Yes he did, he groped her.

Would the lady please
open her purse?

Why good morning, madam.

- Is there a problem?
- Yes, she forgot to pay.

What an honor for our store

I'll come back when it's not so busy.
Good-bye.

What a shame.

Give your father my regards.

She has underwear in her purse.

He sexually molested her.

You're fired.

What about?

Fuck off.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Something for a headache please.

- Here.
- You got family-size boxes?

You got family?

Hey, you can't just swallow those.

They eat up your stomach.
You have to drink something.

Join me for a drink?

Good night.

Narcotics! Whatcha buy?

- Nothin'.
- Nothin'? Aha.

Let's have your parent's
phone number.

Come on, let's have it.

C'mon.

This is how you get started.

I won't do it again.

Honest?

Not bad this black Afghan.

I had a extra apartment key
made for you.

Don't need it anymore.

Gottlieb Dornhelm first made
headlines last year

when he accused the Salzburg
archbishop Michael Schorn

of having sexually abused him
25 years ago.

At the time Schorn was
the spiritual adviser at the Marianum.

Gottlieb Dornhelm was
a profoundly unhappy person

who we pity with all our hearts.

Last year he fell victim
to a media campaign

that used him to wage a crusade

against the Holy Catholic Church.

And now for the weather.

We expect a sudden
drop in temperature...

Open up! Police!

Open up, Rene, move it!

I'm coming!

You know why I'm here?

No. I can't imagine.
Is it my birthday?

Someone defaced some graves
at the Jewish cemetery

and I thought
you might know something.

I told you
I ain't in that scene no more.

- I'm a leftie now.
- A leftie?

Sure.

Can you be a little more explicit?

I'm for the same
basic income for everyone.

And you?

What were you doing so long
on the john?

That's private, right?

With me nothing's private.
So, what?

I feel embarrassed.

C'mon, let's hear it.

I was masturbating.

Lemme see your ID.

Look at that, a private detective.

We don't need no private snoops
in Salzburg, OK?

I'm just here for the sightseeing.

Careful I don't

catch you where
there ain't nothin' to see.

That won't happen,
I got a guidebook.

Hold on a sec.
Brenner?

Brenner, I know that name.

Didn't you used to work for us?

Possibly.

So you're Brenner?

Your ex-boss is a good friend of mine.

He says you were a lazy bastard

before he kicked you out.

OK, anything else on the agenda?

Where to?

The top of a mountain.

Which mountain?

Doesn't matter. Any mountain.

You're not suicidal, are you?

Nah.
I just wanna get outta this shit hole.

That's how a lot of suicides
start around here.

Why just yesterday some guy
jumped from Mönchsberg.

You want me to take you there?

Naw, that's OK.

It's got an awfully pretty view.

Mönchsberg was always popular
with the suicidal crowd.

It's like with the Eiffel Tower.
Where the French

will travel hundreds of kilometers

just to fling themselves off the top.

Belgians, Dutch,
Germans, all Eiffel Tower.

But with the Germans it's divided.

Some of them will say:
"Mönchsberg offers more quality

and besides I speak the language."

Excuse me.
You weren't thinking of...

Oh shit.

Nah, I'm just looking.

Well hello.

Did you at least
snag the right size yesterday?

You're sure you weren't thinking of...

I'm not desperate enough to jump.

Funny how people pick the most
scenic spots to kill themselves.

My husband jumped
from here yesterday.

I'm sorry,

I didn't know.

Say something stupid
so I don't cry.

I just did, didn't I?

Say something else.

Please.

You know what they make
Spam out of?

Leftover baloney.

And what do they make
baloney out of?

Leftover Spam.

And they make that
out of leftover baloney.

And it goes on and on forever.

What are you going to do now?

Go back to Vienna.

And what will you do in Vienna?

See what's up.

And then?

I dunno.
Maybe I'll come back to Salzburg.

And then?

Then I'll see what's up here.

I see, it's like with Spam.

My husband didn't jump
on his own yesterday.

Did he have such good friends?

That's an understatement,
so good they were practically holy.

25 years ago Gottlieb was

sexually molested by
our current archbishop.

Sexually molested?

Gottlieb was 10

and the archbishop was
his teacher there.

Taught him how to wash himself
properly in the shower.

So you think they killed him?

He's been on the archbishop's tail
for 3 years.

On his tail?
What do you mean?

Once he stood up
in one of his sermons

and confronted him.

He's been beat up twice.

By who?

The truest believers.

They're capable of everything.

You have to tell the police.

I chose to tell you instead.

You know him?

Nope.

At our school we have 33 boys

who will keep you busy

cooking and cleaning.

This food isn't for you.

It was prepared by Ms. Ding, our cook.

Every Saturday she makes food
for the homeless of the city.

She wants to know who you are.

I'm the boss.

Basically, everyone here does
what he or she pleases.

Come inside.

The boys are coming in now too.

To tell the truth, I'm surprised

that Brenner took the widow's case.

In effect,

scope out the old school
and see what you find,

because after 30 years
how are you supposed to prove

that Gottlieb got dunked a little
by the bishop?

Hotter!

What are you, a bunch of wimps?

Hotter?

Madam,
we've got a private shower for you.

Right this way.

Oh thank you.

But please don't lock me in.

Heavens no,
we only lock in children around here.

Razor?

Ah yes.

How's our leg today?

Oh dear.

Hey you.

What are you doing here?

Looking for the drivers.
Their lunch.

We're here, bring it up.

Razor?

No thanks.

Don't forget your toes.

Excuse me.

What's that mean?

Shut up! ...In Latin.

Your first time here?

Want to come up
and see me afterwards?

Yes.

Sport prefect Fitz.

How long have we been
out on the street?

Three days.

Soft drink?

It happens so fast,
one gets behind in the rent,

a divorce.

But even big problems
don't seem so big if we can talk.

Am I right or am I right?

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

If you're not ready yet,
I can accept that.

I could use some money.

Who can't?

Unfortunately,
we depend on donations ourselves.

Maybe I could do odd jobs
around the school?

Oh there's always this or that
to be done, we can't pay much.

Don't need much.
Five euros per hour?

Six.

Excuse me,
are we a little loony-tunes?

I mean,

that's an odd hobby
you've got there, huh?

I'm glad you think it's funny.

Wonderful.

Are you the helper today?

Yeah.

Then come on.

Cool. I remember
it was a German company.

They built these tables in the 60s.

OK so, you can talk,
you just don't want to?

What about the joker
at the tennis court?

- Herzog.
- Huh?

The German company is called Herzog
and it's in Hamburg.

Watch it. Watch your head.

Get a load of this.

We had the exact same one
in Puntigam,

at the pub
out at the train station.

Cool.

Thanks.
Did you restore it?

You up for a match?

I get an answer
for every goal I score.

Score one first.

Watch your ashes.

Sorry!

Tongue cancer.

Huh?

01:01

The ex-regent has tongue cancer.

No tongue, no sermons.

Ex-regent?

Yeah, he used to be
the boss around here.

You still gotta score for that answer.

No sooner said than done.

Then the Dornhelm affair
happened under him?

There's more work. C'mon.

Let's keep playing-

Come on.

Where does that lead to?

Our Lady's Grotto.
It's only for the very religious.

Take this to the carpenter's.
It's full of worms.

Who's gonna help me?

You'll manage.

I'm going into town for some tansy.

Brenner.

Berti?

Hey there, Brenner.

Hi.

You're still a paramedic?

Stay put.
You might have a concussion.

Be real,
I'd have to be unconscious, right?

You just were unconscious.

Look. Internal or external bleeding?

Your expert opinion?

You've got a concussion for sure.

No, I've got a headache.

No wonder. I always get a headache
when I sit in back.

- Where you goin'?
- Front seat.

Keep driving.

Keep driving? Why?

You know patients aren't
allowed up front.

- Then I won't go to the hospital.
- Brenner.

Don't Brenner me.
Either I sit up front or I get out now.

Like a little kid.

- Gauze is at the bottom.
- Don't need it.

A Band-Aid's enough.

So old and still so vain.

Hey, it's not a bullet wound.

What now?

You'll see.

Hello.

- Thanks, ciao.
- Thanks, bye.

Does this have to do
with saving lives?

A little side job.

Organ trafficking?

No, completely harmless.

Deliveries.
For the Salzburg Festival.

In the fall?

Yeah, it's the Festival president's
new invention.

Easter Festival, Summer Festival,
Fall Festival.

He even earns on
the Christmas carolers.

So what's your cut?

- 100 euros.
- Per month?

No, per delivery.

What?

You transport plastic bags
for 100 euros?

- Good, huh?
- What's inside?

Brenner, that's private. Please.

- C'mon.
- Trash?

Yes.

Where do you take it?

To the festival hall.

You take trash to the festival hall?
For 100 euros?

Yes.

That doesn't strike you
as a little odd?

It's totally on the level.

I make the delivery
and get paid immediately.

When?

6 p.m.

I'm coming too.

- No, I have to go alone.
- Turn right up here.

Now what?

I live here.

You're not coming to the hospital?

And there's no Santa
or Easter Bunny either.

The first day of training they warned us
about patients like you.

Can I borrow this?

It's not mine.

See you at 6.

Stay away from the festival hall.
Please, OK?

I don't want to lose this job.

Then go shopping at a gas station.

I can't let you have the car today.

Please don't scream.

That's ridiculous,
nowadays gas stations sell everything.

For Dornhelm.

Wait here a second.

Good evening. Two bags.

I think I'll hang on to this.

Why?

Why what?

Tell me why I always do
what you say,

and you never do what I say.

- Take your pick.
- Can you name one reason?

Age, beauty.

Screw you.

C'mon Berti, hey.

Fuck off.

Where are you going?

What are you doing here?

Hey you!

Stop!

Hey there.

Where did you come from?

Where are we headed?

- Take a guess, in or out?
- Not in, that's for sure.

Mr. Krawagner,
you're asking for trouble.

Really? Who from?

Mrs. Dornhelm is waiting for me.

Follow me. You wait here.

Are we not in Baghdad?

Then change your tone.
I'm the master, you're my slave.

Me your slave?

Or have you forgotten that Bassa...

sent you to me as my slave?

Girls aren't goods
to be given as gifts.

I order you to love me this instant.

Stop! Stop it!

Man.

Shit.

Excuse me.

If I might say something.

You're the Holy Mother, OK?
You're a virgin, OK?

You're the sky, the stars,
bright and clear.

Like the virgin mother in puberty, OK?

Write that down please, OK, Anita?

Alright then.

Isn't there any music?

How did you get in here?

I said I was here to see you.

Are you the boss here?

The boss' daughter.

You work in the family business

as is common practice among farmers.

- Is that against the law?
- No.

- I'm the master, you're my slave.
- Sweep, sweep.

Me, your slave?

What exactly is your job?
Garbage lady?

Come with me to the office.

Well?

What's with the trash?

I swear by all I hold sacred
that it's all perfectly harmless.

Oh, what's sacred to you?

It's an internal matter of the Festival.

Mr. Brenner, please.

OK, let's hear what's sacred.

Justice for my husband.

You loved him very much?

Child, you can't abandon me.

Schmidke is ready to quit
because of the weather.

He doesn't sing in this kind of cold.

Who's this?

Mr. Brenner,
who I mentioned to you, Papa.

Good evening.

Yes well, whatever.

I've got other things to worry about.

Talk to Schmidke.
Get him to calm down, OK?

You're so good at that.

Careful, precision instrument.

It's the same one
Hitler had at the Wolfsschanze.

Hitler had terribly

sensitive ears.

There was nothing he hated more
than noise,

but he loved Wagner.

Then the last thing this man hears

is the shot of a gun in a bunker.
Somehow tragic.

Yeah.

Gottlieb Dornhelm had a prettier view
before he died.

Let me tell you something,
Mr. Brenner.

Yeah.

When I learned
my son-in-law was dead,

the first thing I did
was open a bottle of champagne.

Can you imagine that?

No, you can't imagine anything.

My son-in-law wasn't a real man.
If you know what I mean.

Do you think there was any truth
to the charges?

Digging up old stories
does no one any good.

It doesn't matter if they're true.
After so many years

one should forgive.
Don't you agree?

Some people are justice fanatics.

You see? But not me.

I'm magnanimous.

Good for you.

And you, Mr. Brenner?

Are you magnanimous?

I don't think so.

Bad for you.

Why is that?

Stress, Brenner.

Petty people are always under stress.

He's willing to sing
at the Felsenreitschule...

if you have the roof closed.

But that's impossible
with this production.

Good evening.

We're looking for a Mr. Brenner.

- He lives here, doesn't he?
- He moved.

Pity!

We've got something for him.

Oh yeah, what?

Plane ticket.

Our boss would love
for him to have it.

I can give it to him for you.

Sorry, gotta deliver it personally.

Aha, how come?

We gotta talk to him

to make sure
he really makes use

of our ticket.

Because if not,

we got a problem.

Nice talking to you, now beat it
and leave Brenner alone.

How much will it cost anyway?

What?

You.

It's a combination of
my fee plus expenses.

Expenses are usually more.

I wish I could figure out
what makes you tick.

It's not money,
it's not prestige.

So what makes you work?

The truth is
nothing about me really works.

Good thing you're such
an old geezer.

Right.

Good night.

That goddamn motherfucker.

I'd just like to know why.

Stick it on there.

Konstanze Dornhelm.
Did you get home alright?

Yeah.

I'm calling because

I was sitting here at Gottlieb's desk
when a memo caught my eye.

Yeah?

Mr. Brenner, is something wrong?

No, everything's fine.

What about the memo?

It says: Petting 69.

Petting?

Yes, written exactly like

what we used to do as teenagers.

And after that it says 69.

I'll call you back.

Are you sure everything's OK?

Yeah sure.

Hi, it's me.
Can I sleep at your place?

You treat me like a flunky,
then you wanna sleep here.

Got any aspirin?

That stuff is poison.

It'll corrode your stomach.

And if you take too many,

they make your blood so thin
it seeps out your skin.

Why are you so pale?

No smoking.

Let me tell you a story.

That was a swell plan.

There they are.

Pay first.

You were at the bus yesterday.

I just brought lunch.

But the bus driver saw you.

Did you take anything?

No, wait a little.

You think it over.

Praise be to Jesus Christ.

Where are you going?

I need something for my headache.

There's no drug store here.

For me there is.

Why do these gentlemen
have to go?

No loitering at the train station.

Says who?

The rail road authority.

And you're the rail road authority's
private security guards, hm?

We don't want to waste
anybody's tax money.

Hello. Newspaper.

Thank you.

I'm not sure if you can help me.

It's easiest to help those
who believe in something.

- Sorry.
- Don't you believe in anything anymore?

I believe I'll go to bed tonight, and

I believe I'll wake up in the morning

and drink my coffee.

I can't know for sure,
but I believe in it.

Well, that's a start.

Another thing I believe is that
Gottlieb Dornhelm was murdered.

In heaven's name!

I doubt it was in heaven's name.

You're no homeless person, Brenner.

Good for you.

You know anything?

I know who it was.

What?

I can't tell you, Brenner.
It's a confessional secret.

The murderer went to ...?

Whoever or whatever you are

I can't tell you anything.

Unless...

Unless what?

Did you hear our little song, Brenner?

Lord, the paths

you show me

are often hard to fathom.

Indirect routes can also
lead us to God, Brenner.

What do you know?

- You gotta split.
- Why do I gotta split?

The police are looking for you.

Ritual Murder in
Right-Wing Extremist's Scene

Can I call you?

I'll call you.

Give him your number.

Tonight?

Something for a headache.

You again.

Did you finish that whole package?

Naw. I lost it.

You sure?

Honest.

Drink lots of water.

Or else they make your blood so thin

it seeps out your skin.

You've got a good memory.

Why?

Or do you recognize
every customer off the bat?

I usually don't forget the weird ones.

The church must be rich.

Salzburg's archbishop
Michael Schorn

will lay the cornerstone
at a ceremony

for the new Marianum annex

with a meditation room,
a sauna and an indoor pool.

The 2.5 million euros
won't cost taxpayers a cent,

they'll be paid for by donations alone.

Now that's strange.

Fitz collects small change
at the station,

the school has professional
sports facilities,

and they're spending millions on a pool.

And for who?

For 33 students.

That's strange, isn't it?

What are you looking for now?

If I always knew
what I was looking for,

I'd never find anything.

- Another typical Brenner line.
- Wait here.

Why wait here?

You're the cavalry,
in case I get in trouble.

I didn't bring my bugle.

We're on our way.

I'm scared.

I'll look out for you.

They were in my room.

Your room? Why?

They're looking for the passport
of the girl they took.

Do you have it?

Brenner.

She couldn't have been even 18
and a total babe.

- Shit.
- Terrific.

I hate to think what they're doing to her.

Just hope they don't think like you.

Moron.

Let's go to the police, please.

No, I'm not letting them
pin nothing else on me.

I'm not goin' back to jail again.

I keep tellin' you,
you gotta get outta here.

Let's take off together.

Tomorrow I must make breakfast
for the boys.

C'mon, be a smart girl.

We have to call the cops.

The cops?
They're looking for me.

You wanna be the cause
of another murder?

Sorry.

- I'm worried about the cook.
- The cook?

Yeah, at least we know where she is.
C'mon.

For you. It's Fitz.

My conscience is heavy.
Let us continue our talk.

What about confessional secrecy?

Perhaps if we look at it this way:

Today,
let me confess to you, Brenner.

We're on our way.

Don't make it harder than it already is,
Brenner.

Come alone, please.

Alright.

Where do we meet?

Hey am I resisting arrest?
You moron.

Thank you, father.

Excellent, Mr. Fitz.

Josef?

That's enough.

Stop it.

This isn't funny.

What did you do to him?

Nothing.

He tripped.

Tripped and fell.

He fought like a bull.

Watch your ashes, Brenner.

Man, does my head hurt.

You might have a concussion.

Why didn't you say so from the start?

What?

That on the night of the murder
you were with Mrs. Dornhelm.

Alright, gentlemen,
everyone gets half a pizza.

Your pizza Diavolo.

Shouldn't we file
a missing persons report?

Let's wait and see.
She's not a little girl anymore.

I'm sure there's
an innocent explanation.

I hope so.
We can't order pizza everyday.

Bon appétit.

Feeling better?

Yeah.

Here's that memo from my husband.

Petting 69.

We'll ask Mr. Fitz about this.

Let's go to the Marianum.

He won't be there anymore.

He's already on his way
to the benefit gala.

Benefit gala?

At the archbishop's palace.

Well then, off we go.

First we'd better go by
our costume department.

Do they have showers there too?

Reality is full of itself
and just disturbs rehearsals.

But none of us are singing now either.

Why isn't anyone singing?

Let's sing.
Singing clears the bowels, purifies...

And I ask myself:
Who's behind all this?

This is for you.

I'm speechless.
My favorite cream.

You can only get it in Paris.

How did you know?

I have my little secrets too.

Your father digs around in singers'
trash cans.

Pardon?

So he can give the right gifts.
Isn't that a lot of trouble?

- Good evening, Mrs. Dornhelm.
- Good evening.

I don't think this is
the right moment for this topic.

One can't always choose
the right moment.

It's getting harder to get the big stars.

They like that kind of thing.

I don't know much about high culture,
but isn't that a little Wild West?

Mr. Brenner,
all high culture is Wild West.

Good evening, Mr. Detective.
Are you enjoying yourself?

Fantastically.

We're conducting a survey.
What does Petting 69 mean to you?

I hope it's nothing indecent.

Your Eminence.

Have you tried the buffet?

Japanese food isn't my thing.

I shall wait humbly
for the goulash at midnight.

I hope they burn it a wee bit.

Ah burned.

You see,
that's what I always tell my cook.

A really good goulash stew.

Madam, before you go,

I'd like to offer
my heartfelt condolences.

Please don't.
I'd have to tell you

where you can stick
your heartfelt condolences.

Well, let's go see about the goulash,
shall we?

Won't you come to
the cathedral on Sunday.

You may find comfort through worship.

Frankincense always
makes me nauseous.

Your Eminence, please.

We really must
have a taste of that goulash.

Come,
let me introduce someone to you.

Wonder if now's the right moment
for that topic.

One can't always choose
the right moment.

I can't find Fitz anywhere.

He left town.

My father said he went to Rome.

Rome?

What are you going to do now?

Have a drink.

It's not that dangerous.

My daughter doesn't know
what Petting 69 means.

But we have to think of something
for Brenner.

Think of what for Mr. Brenner?

Child,

I thought I could spare you all this.

You mean spare yourself all this.

Unfortunately,
you're a little too impulsive.

You got that from your mother,
bless her soul.

Let go of me.

Child, we're all we've got.

Don't disappoint me.

Hey, were they Japanese or Chinese?

Japanese.

You knew right off the bat?

Sure.

How can you tell?

Look:

Chinese - Japanese,

owl -.

Foul.

Not bad.

What do you do at the top?

Drive back down.
Do I have a choice?

What would you do
if you were chasing us?

If I were chasing us...?

Can we discuss this tomorrow?

Tomorrow may be too late.

Then you tell me.

If I were them,
I'd get off at the second to last level.

- Get off here.
- What?

Drive to the down ramp.

- Drive to the down ramp.
- Why?

Wait for us and blow us away.

Quiet.

They really didn't follow us.

See, I told you.
International rules of the game.

Like in soccer.

They're building a new parking deck.

Cool.

Here they come.
Now I can drive back down.

Wait,
who says they're both in the car?

Shit.

No Entry.

We're exiting.

Shit.

Drive!

I'm faster downhill.

Don't overdo it,
I can't even see 'em.

We need a safety buffer.

This isn't helping my head.

Where'd they go?

Just drive.

You ditched them real good.

Now you're crying

when you have every reason
to be happy.

One mustn't cry
when one's been chosen.

Yes, you heard correctly.

You were chosen
among many other girls.

Don't be scared.

The man will be kind to you.

You won't be alone with him either.
Look.

The Virgin Mother of God
will always be with you.

Afterwards you'll receive a nice gift.

But the greatest gift of all
comes from practicing

what dear Jesus preaches in the Bible.

He who loves me,

let him take up his cross and follow me.

OK, watch this.

I'm gonna blow you away.

Goal.

Brothers and sisters in Christ.

Dear family,

dear students.

Finally, after five long years

one of our students has once again

been called to priesthood.

Hey, why is there only one ball today?

I bet it was the first graders again.

Feels greasy too.

Even-even.

Hey no fair.

What is with this table today?

Today two thirds of our priests
are over sixty.

And we know

what that will mean in a few years.

Deserted parishes,

empty churches,

believers who won't even
on Sundays

be able to celebrate Mass.

What happened to all the balls?

Those first graders
probably plugged it up again.

Can you tip it a little?

- Is this enough?
- OK.

I feel something.

Something soft.

Those idiots stuffed
plastic bags in here.

How do you do.

May the peace of the Lord
be always with you.

And with your spirit.

Hold out your hand as a symbol
of peace and reconciliation.

Ah, Mr. Brenner.

Long time no see.

That's how it is
with you private eyes, right?

Always there wherever there's action.

I've got this little problem.

My mom wants to see
one of these premieres. Could you?

Who's that?

- What's-her-face.
- Who?

The cook at the Marianum.

It was the janitor.

The janitor?

Yeah, the man served ten years.

For killing his wife.

We found the cook's gold chain
in his room.

He chopped her up?

23 pieces, yup-

He's still at large, but

we're searching the place.

You question anyone yet?

- The priests?
- Yeah?

No, they're all in the chapel
saying prayers.

But they're not going anywhere.

I'll talk to them tomorrow.

Excuse me.
A little interruption.

A quick question.

Leave this house of God!

I'm not sure if he lives here.

I'm calling the police.

Does anyone know where Fitz is?

As you can see, he's not here.

Can anybody help us please.

Yesterday your sport prefect
was still here.

Hasn't anyone seen Fitz today?

Do you know anything?

Please.

You're scared to talk
in front of your teachers.

We'll be at the soccer field

in case anyone thinks of anything, OK?

Mr. Brenner, please leave the church,

or I'll arrest you
for disturbing religious worship.

Let's go.

Anyone know what Petting is?

Petting 69?

We'll be outside
if you think of anything.

And we're outta here.

We'll be closing the school for a week.

We hope by then the boys' parents
will have calmed down.

And where will you go?

The Benedictines at St. Peter's
have offered to take us in.

You think anyone's coming?

Pretty soon I'm not gonna care.

Very soon, I reckon.

So what,
I need my distance too sometimes.

Have you ever
tried autogenous training?

Tried what?

Never heard of it?

Once you've tried it,
you won't want any other drug.

Sure.

Lie down and close your eyes.

I'll watch.

C'mon. Give it a try.

C'mon, once in your life.

OK, what do I do?

Lie down, close your eyes,

and breathe deeply.

That's 'cause you're not used to
so much oxygen.

Bullshit.

Keep going.

Breathe deeply.

- And now.
- Yeah?

Direct your breathing into your hands.

I can't do that.

And breathe deeply,
inhaling and exhaling.

Your hands are getting heavier
and heavier

and very tired.

Now we direct our breathing
to our heads.

Your head is getting heavier
and heavier.

Very tired.

Now we imagine the sky

and the clouds.

The clouds drift by in the wind.

Would you look at that.

My God are we stupid.

Excuse me?
Where can we find Petting 69?

Aw man.

We can't get around this way.

Thanks.
I wouldn't have guessed myself.

Hey look.

Where would you hide the key?

I'd take it home with me.

Right.

Hello, cuties.

Tell her lots of women
would walk to Munich barefoot

to spend a night in bed with me.

- Are you even pedaling?
- Of course.

You're cheating.

Me cheating?
I am not cheating.

OK stop pedaling for a sec.

See, same as before.

- Now's the same as before?
- Yeah.

Great, then I can stop pedaling.

OK, but I get to steer.

We're here.

Put on the brakes.

- We need the momentum.
- No.

Tell her I want to lick away her tears.

Wasn't she given anything to drink?

Yes. She's just a little uptight.

That's not helping either.

She should stop concentrating,

just relax and go with the flow.

Virgin tinkle is like
holy water for my vocal cords.

I know what will help.

Brenner, is that you?

It's OK, you can come down.

Wouldn't you like a drink
to help you ease your load?

I don't drink during the day.

Pity.

What if I just walk out the door?

By all means.
Don't let me keep you.

So much gun for so little brain.

Can you just tell me why?

Why what?

You arrange this shit for the money,

kill people if they find out,

and then spend everything
on soccer fields,

tennis courts and pools
for 33 students?

The church needs priests,

Otherwise it'll die.

You think people become priests
because of a soccer field?

Sports aren't as unimportant
as you think for a priest.

And the girls?

They enjoy "-

After the second or third time.

Hello, Mr. President.

Magnanimous as always?

Satisfied, my friend?

Do they have to see me here?

He who does right,
need fear nothing, Mr. President.

Easy for you to say.

Childproof doors.

Have they gone pee?
It's a long drive.

Of course.
Say hi to Lola from "The Ritze".

OK. What about her?

She goes back to Italy.

Shut up back there.

Time to see the boss.

I thought we just did.

There's always a boss above.

Let's go for a little walk.

Alright.

Yeah. C'mon.

Get my gun out of the car.

End of the line.

Friends,

take your pick.

I'm scared.

Me too.

Hey, what's the big idea?

What's going on?

They're still alive.

Why?

The bastards just won't die.

Oh dear, where did he stop.

Bring in the final chorus!

The final chorus!

What?

Final chorus!

We'll manage somehow.

Come to the Marianum.

And bring the girl.

You gotta be kidding.

We're calling in sick.

What do you mean?

Over and out.

We gotta go get the Filipina.

Climb up.

Lift her up a little higher.

Brenner, can you hear me?

Good evening.

Confess and you can go to purgatory.

Thanks, but no thanks.

But purgatory is much nicer than Hell.

They only roast you a little there.

Hell, Brenner, is much, much worse.

Why?

Don't you know?

The Devil likes his souls boiled.

What does he mean by boiled?

Shit.

Fitz. Give up.
You're surrounded.

Stop it please.
That's ridiculous.

Put my jacket over it.

Wrap my belt around.

The water's getting cooler.

Back off.

Stronegger,
criminal investigation Salzburg.

You people have a Petting
near a lake somewhere?

Yeah, that's the one.

House number 69.

Can you check it out?

Yeah, OK. Call me back.

Well?

When do you arrest
the Festival president?

My God, Brenner,
it's not easy with you.

With you genius and madness
aren't even on the same page.

Wait, we're witnesses.

To what?

What did you witness?

That the Festival pres
picked his pal up from the brothel?

And that horny pervert of a singer,

I mean what about him?

Yeah what?

Suzi is a minor.

- She doesn't even speak our language.
- What?

Now hold on.

Since when is going to a brothel
illegal in Austria?

Where's he going?

You have interesting hands.

Have these hands ever seen hard,
manual labor?

No.

Good evening.

So we meet again.

Do we know each other?

I think so.

I don't recall anyone with burn blisters.

I'd like to finish up my case.

The matter has been settled.

My husband killed himself.

What?

My father found
a suicide note yesterday.

You got off track somewhere,
Mr. Brenner.

I what?

Got off track.

That happens sometimes.

And please send me the bill.

C'mon, Brenner, let's go.

Forget it, Brenner.

We're in Salzburg.

The Bible says:
Forgive not seven times,

but seven times seventy times,

in effect, 490 times.

And face it, we'd have four dead people
less in Salzburg right now

if Gottlieb Dornhelm had done just that
and forgiven the bishop

instead of stirring up that old
boarding school affair again.

Because it is pretty interesting:

70 holy number

and 69 always kinda dank.

This is exactly what I mean.

We both want outta here

and who's the jerk
standing here hitchin' the ride?

You're the vanguard.

Either the cavalry or the vanguard,
but not both.

Why not?

You're an asshole
just like John Wayne.

Like who?

John Wayne isn't an asshole.

John Wayne is the biggest asshole.

Aha, how come?

John Wayne's the kind of guy

who will wipe out 200 Indians

and then walk in
and raise his hat to a lady.

- See what I mean?
- What's wrong with that?

Need something for a headache?

Where are you headed, ma'am?

Linz.

Linz is great for
getting to Graz or Vienna.

But I only have room for one.

You look better at night.

Yeah?

It's your painkillers,
they're seeping out my skin.

Nonsense,
you need some burn ointment.

What are you going to do in Linz?

See what's up.

And then?

Go back to Salzburg
and see what's up there.

And then back to Linz.

For all eternity?

Right. For all eternity.

It's like with Spam.

What?

You know
what they make Spam out of?

Leftover baloney.

You knew that?