All language subtitles for Schlussakkord (The Final Chord) (1936) -- Douglas Sirk

Cigarette?

Haven't you a light

for an honest trader?

Aren't you feeling too good?

Chin up!

Listen,

In the New Year,

all you need is humour.

That's what's important.

Humour.

Help!

What's happened?

Have you seen a policeman about?

There.

On the bench.

Ah.

Suicide?

And on New Year's Eve!

Happy New Year,

Mrs Burns.

I wanted to ask,

has your husband returned yet?

No, Mr. Smith.

I've been waiting three days.

I can't stand it any longer!

I can't!

Stop this.

Are you related to John Burns?

No, my name is
Washington Smith.

That's his wife.

Mrs. Burns,

I have bad news.

We found your husband.

My husband?

We found him in Central Park.

Dead?

I have to know...

Forgive me.

Is this your husband's gun?

Yes.

A European model...

Are you a foreigner?

I am German.

- And your husband?
- Also.

But Burns is an English name.

He was Christian M�ller.

He was involved in
an embezzlement.

We had to leave
Germany overnight.

Even our child,

I couldn't bring him.

Sit down. This heat!

Those outside are also scorched.

Oh, just a moment...

I can wait.

- Ah, it's in the other bag.
- You see.

- His papers.
- Show me.

They're not his real parents.

Poor boy.

The allowance money
was spent on drink!

I don't know what
people see in alcohol.

It tastes bad
and makes you ill.

If you'd seen the
poverty that I...

I know.
Your name?

What is your name?

He's very shy,
isn't he?

He's been badly neglected.

Come on boy,
we won't hurt you.

Look!

Stop it! That's enough
to frighten anyone!

Nurse,
has Mr. Garvenberg...

Who's this?

He's just been brought
to us, Professor.

His foster parents
neglected him.

I fear for his
mental health.

Oh, please.

- Pardon?
- It's absurd.

All he needs is the
company of other children.

Tell me young fellow,
what's your name?

Tell uncle Obereit your name.

Peter who?

So you're M�ller's Peter.

Where are your parents?

America.

That's a long way away.

Now, you go take

a good bath.

Nurse?

If Mr. Garvenberg arrives,
I'll be in my office.

He's coming after his rehearsal.

We'll now repeat
the Fourth movement.

If you please.

Hear that?

He's playing the flute.

- Look.
- What is it?

There's Garvenberg.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening, my dear friend.

I'm glad to see you.

That was very good.

It's a pity you're needed

here by the children.

I could use you
on my world tour.

No distractions, no
honours, no women.

We'd play Bach,
Haydn, and Mozart.

And Schubert.

Excuse me, Professor.

- The new boy...
- Peter M�ller.

- He's uncontrollable.
- I'm coming.

This'll only take a moment.
You can come too.

Peter, be a good boy.

You must sleep!

Professor, I'm glad
you're here.

I don't know what
to do with him.

What's your problem,
young fellow?

Aren't you sleepy?

What shall we do with you?

Look what I've got here.

Blow.

Look, like this.

It only obeys me.

Can I try?

Shall we let him?

Well?

Oh, you are silly.

- What was that?
- He said you're silly!

You want to try?

How about that!

The watch obeys him, too.

It didn't open for me.

It only ever does it for me.

Isn't that sweet?

Men can be so childish!

I shall leave it with you.

But you must sleep,
or it won't do that again.

Did you hear what
uncle said?

You would make an
excellent nanny!

Stay until he's asleep.

Whose child is he?

His parents abandoned him.

His foster mother almost
starved him to death.

What are you thinking?

Oh, nothing.

Her temperature's up again.

She refuses to eat, doctor.

Then the best doctors
can't help her.

I'll call again tonight.

Do you have a moment, doctor?

May I smoke?

Of course.

Would you like one?

No thanks, my voice.

Oh, you've a radio?

Yes, borrowed.
I wanted to...

But it might disturb
Mrs. Burns.

What would?

The whole world
will be listening...

You're exaggerating.
The whole world...

listening to what?

Garvenberg conducting
Beethoven's Ninth.

Garvenberg...
never heard of him.

Classical music can't
do any harm, though.

You really think so?

Modern physicians...

Today, from the
Berlin Philharmonic...

Symphony No. 9 by
Ludwig van Beethoven.

February 16

As with all signs
of the zodiac...

they are not
superstitious fantasies.

They have deep
symbolic significance.

The sign of Gemini...

depicts not only the
richness, but the balance

of those born
under this sign.

In summary:

Astrology is based on
scientific principles...

and has nothing
to do with sorcery.

Personally, I've
no reason...

to fear the cold
light of science.

I have been able to prove...

by word and in writing,
that my gatherings...

serve the interests of truth,
knowledge, and progress.

Now, a short break.

I will demonstrate the musical
correspondence experiment.

I'm sure most of you
are fond of music...

and will find in this beautiful art...

the function of
subliminal forces...

as we experts define them.

How interesting.

What a speech!

He is a genius, Carl-Otto.

And you're a tease, Baron.

Wonderful, as always.

I must leave now for
my husband's concert.

I'm sorry, I'll see you out.

Please excuse me.

You could hear music here, too...

but I understand your
husband's wishes.

A charming lady,
Mrs. Garvenberg.

Why are you so nervous today?

I must hurry!

To avoid complications
with the keys,

I had them copied.

- How sweet of you.
- And tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

I don't know yet...

Not now.

Have a good evening.

With Beethoven.

Impossible,
the concert has begun.

- Those are the instructions.
- It's only just started.

Please lower your voice.

You're causing a disturbance.

Don't you lecture me.

By the way, I'm Mrs. Garvenberg.

That was Garvenberg's wife.

- It was?
- Indeed.

How embarrassing.

Leave me alone.

He turns every concert
hall into a church.

It's easier to see a
prima ballerina than him.

It is more "respectful".

Millions listen to him tonight,

but his wife isn't even there.

I think "mother" Freese is angry.

Your own mother couldn't
have made up more lies...

than I do every day.

Why were you late?

- I was delayed.
- Delayed?

Look at me!
By this Carl-Otto, hm?

Whom your husband isn't
supposed to know about.

So what?
What do you know of him?

I know all there is to know.

Even when you were
a little girl at school,

I only had to look in your eyes.

I knew that Garvenberg was
not the right man for you.

You were impossible to dissuade.

You only married him
because he's famous.

Is that so?

I love him.
Yes, I love him.

Sure, what you call love...

I'll never leave him.

I'm sure.
Nor the other one either.

- That's not your business.
- Of course not.

I do love him.

But sometimes, Freese,

he's like a stranger to me.

He lives for his Bach,
and Beethoven and so on.

I can't help it if
I'm not musical...

Don't cry.

Arrive before the end of the concert.

Tell him it was beautiful,
that'll please him.

Oh, Freese, shall I?

Didn't that clown Carl-Otto say...

February 16 would be unlucky for you?

It's February 16?

Where is my coat?

What's wrong, Mrs. Burns?

The Ninth!

What are you doing, doctor?

I'll explain in a moment.

Come into Mrs. Burns' room.

You'll hear the rest.

Here's the radio, Mrs. Burns.

But you must lie down.

Did you hear that, doctor?

Hear what?

"The cherub stands before God"

Yes, but please sit down.

You can listen much better.

You know this piece?

I've heard it before,
in Germany.

- Doctor, I won't die, will I?
- Of course not.

- But you must be strong.
- I will.

I must go back to my child.

Very moving, sir.

Excuse me -my wife.

- Good evening, darling.
- Charlotte.

It was magnificent!
You know the...

- I thought you had missed it.
- What made you think that?

I didn't see you...

Because my seat was empty?

I sat at the back.

Excuse me, Madame.

Please forgive me for earlier.

Pardon me sir,
I couldn't let your wife in.

It's all right.

Because she was late.

Thank you. You've done your duty.

Excuse me.

Why did you lie?

Sir, the audience is calling for you.

Well?

He found out
and it's all over.

Go and talk to him.

May I enter?

Aren't you speaking to me anymore?

Don't you want to sit down?

Must you always be so polite?

I'm not being polite, I'm tired.

Charlotte, we just don't
understand each other.

My God, you're so pedantic!

I tell a little story, and you're angry at me.

Schoolgirls tell stories,
women lie!

But it's not that.

You don't always tell the
truth in other matters.

Other matters?

There are things in your life
I know nothing about.

What, for instance?

I don't know,
but it is something very ugly.

Charlotte! Why don't you
call me Charlie anymore?

I think we should separate.

I refuse the idea!

I think you need your freedom.

I don't need freedom,
I need you!

You think it's easy
living with you?

You're such an
exceptional man, a genius.

But I'm scared of you.
Scared, you see?

It oppresses me.
I can't take it!

I know I am worth nothing,

I'm frivolous and vain.

But I love you,
I love you so much.

You're incapable of returning my love.

You can't know love. You're

always far away,
with your music.

And all the others.

- What others?
- Cultivated ones...

Erich, I'm so
terribly lonely.

That is why I meet others.

Charlie, things would be different

if we had a child.

Enjoying your meal, children?

- What about mine?
- No.

You see, nothing for me.

He can have some.

I am used to being ill-treated,
but Peter M�ller,

he can have a second helping.

How much does he weigh, nurse?

- 20,500 kg.
- My word!

Good morning.

Will you join us
for breakfast?

Yes. Er, no, no.

- What's on your mind?
- A load. I've got to tell you.

I've talked to her,
I was unfair.

No, I've done so wrong by her.

Look, I've my music,
but she...

Perhaps it would be best for us,

to have a child.

His parents
left for America?

You think Charlotte
would want a ruffian?

The novelty would wear off.

No, she's full
of good will.

Here's the gang now.

Hello, Peter.

Yes, here!

Remember me, Peter?

Yes, you're the man with the watch.

Correct.

But I have no time,
I want to go play.

You see, he recognised me.

So early?
Come in, then.

Sorry, I will tidy a little.

We had a late session last night.

You'll have to excuse the mess.

But broken china brings good luck, no?

But why are you standing?

Ah, let me introduce you...

Mrs. Burg, of New York.

The widow of a
safety pin manufacturer.

He died last year.

She wanted to contact his spirit

to ask permission to remarry.

So I obliged.

The spirit said yes
and to celebrate,

and she drunk us
under the table.

We couldn't move her.

What's the matter with you?

You make it easy for me.

What is it my dear?

Don't touch me.

It's over.

Farewell.

She's in the bathroom.

Let her know we're here.

Come and see the fish.

Ooh yes, fishies!

Here they are, the fishies.

They're beautiful!

Shh! He's back already.

Are they made of silver?

Yes, silver and of gold.

The big one,
he's called Peter, like you.

Why aren't they all that big?

They don't eat as much.

What's your favourite dish?

My favourite dish...
I like sausages best.

Sausages? Magnificent.

They're delicious.

Here's your new mummy.

Here he is.

He's so cute!

You're a handsome little boy.

What's your name?

You don't know?
Let's find out.

So that's your name.

What's wrong with him?

I don't think he likes me.

No, he's just a little
shy. Isn't that right?

I'm dying to see my son again.

These pans
might be useful to you.

No. I can't accept them.

You may need them...

You still don't believe it's possible

to go to Europe without money...

These days,
miracles don't happen.

Life would be unbearable,

if it weren't for miracles.

And it's Dr. Smedley

who has achieved a miracle.

I could kiss him for that.

Yes, please, madam.

But, it's no miracle.
How are you?

You won't be travelling
free of charge.

There will be plenty
of children on the ship.

It will be your responsibility

they don't
fall overboard.

The children.

Now you, Madame.

Thank you.

Your parental rights and
such duties are recognized.

According to law,
they fall to you both.

- Are you content?
- Very.

Why the racket?

To make daddy come!

Daddy's out and mummy has visitors.

And you will really...

No no, I want nothing
more to do with him.

But Carl-Otto is so charming.

Yes, charming he is.

Lower the sound a little.

The boy is asleep.

How does it feel,
being a mother?

Very good, thank you.

It is a great change
but a fantastic one.

But dear, to adopt a child,

is it not a bit risky?

What do you mean?

One doesn't know
about the parents.

The boy's still being troublesome.

I'm coming.

I wonder, would you like I
should introduce our boy?

I'll bring him down.

A charming whim, my dear.

Mrs. Garvenberg is pulling
out all the stops.

There are ladies and gentlemen,
and you will meet them all.

Carl-Otto is here.

- Carl-Otto?
- He is in the office.

Well don't just stand there.

Tell him to clear out.

The opera is almost finished.

Peter, go back to your bed.

Behave yourself, I won't be a moment.

Sorry to disturb you.

What's gotten into you?

You didn't respond to my letters.

You must leave at once.

Why so distant?

You know why.

I know what you think,
but you're mistaken.

You will not get rid of me.

I'm in an awkward
situation.

It was unforeseen.

I was to leave abroad

but I find myself
without the finances.

You believe I can
raise that somehow?

You'd abandon me now?

Sir is arriving.

- Will you help me?
- Tomorrow if I can.

- Where is the boy?
- In the nursery.

- What is it?
- The boy is not in his room.

Where is he?

You should know, you are his mother.
His door was open.

- Please, the guests.
- I couldn't care less.

Mister Garvenberg,
don't get so worked up.

What's going on?

The child is missing.

Missing?

And who have we here?

Little rascal!

They're looking everywhere for you.

From cellar to attic.

Here's the little runaway.

A child of the male sex
has been found.

The papa and mama
who worry

are requested to collect him.

He's here,
the baron found him.

The baron?

What are the foster parents like?

This sudden interest
is a little strange.

You left him for America
and did not write...

I couldn't.

I wrote 100 letters,
and tore them up each time.

I didn't have that right.

You know that my husband...

was being pursued.

The money he had
left for our child

was confiscated by the police.

One day,

I smuggled a letter
to Germany.

The foster parents had moved.

And nobody knew where to.

You believe

that I left my child
for the fun of it...

Where is he?

He's better off now
than he was with you.

Better without his mother?

You're a naughty rascal.

He was afraid.
Right, Peter?

Convey my apologies
to your guests.

Won't you join us?

Yes, but first I must
phone Obereit.

Don't go, papa!

But you can't refuse
me my own child.

- Your child?
- I am his mother.

Paragraph 1765

of the Civil Code...

I don't care about some paragraph.

Very well.

But know the boy
cherishes his new father.

My boy?

One moment.

Not here.

The professor left.

Who?

That you, Erich?
What are you...

A nurse for the boy?

There's the young girl
I always recommend.

Not her?

Another, then.
I must think of one.

I may actually have...

someone.

Well, tomorrow.
I'm tied up all day.

I'll pass by after the opera.
Bye now.

You wanted to know who
adopted your child?

Do you like music?

You'll join me tomorrow,
at the opera.

Here, in the opera?

- A dancer?
- No, him.

Who is...?

His new mother?

His mother? The lady.

- Are we alone?
- Of course.

Here's the money,
all that I could gather.

I hope it is enough
to get to the border.

Are you glad I'm disappearing?

- I must be going.
- You just got here.

Always in such a hurry.

Let me be.

So then I've no more chance?

Please.

Really, please.

Just leave me in peace.

I'm sick of misleading my husband!

That so?

I didn't know.

You love your husband?

No, please.

Goodbye.

Your glove, Madame.

I'll help you if you
promise me something.

You must tell no one
you are Peter's mother.

Until I say so.

It's difficult.

Cigarette? No?

Have no fear,
nothing classical.

Leaving already?

Let me go!

You want to tell me
you hate me?

I do not.

I hate only myself.

I can vouch for her completely.

In that case...

I accept.

Come in, please.

Mr. Garvenberg has agreed,
you'll make a fine nurse

for his son.

On one condition.

I want you to meet him first.

It's important that you like him.

I'm sure I will.

And he must take to you also.

Take her along.
His suitcase is at the hotel.

If you don't mind.

I'm leaving tomorrow for Vienna and
want you to meet my wife.

Madame has retired early.

Mrs. Freese,
this is Ms. M�ller.

She'll take care of Peter.

Please prepare her room.

Good evening, Mrs. Freese.

Come and meet the boy.

You can have a look.

But be quiet.

Daddy, I'm not asleep!

You see what you're dealing with,
he is still not sleeping!

You know who this is?

No.

You see, this lady is...

What is your first name?

This is Hanna.

She's staying with us from now on.

You like her?

She is spectacular.

He pleases you, too?

That's settled then.

I'll be right back.

Peter! Peter!
I finally found you!

Finally, my son,
my little Peter.

Don't you recognise me?

But you love me, don't you?

Just who are you?

I am here for the boy.

It's lovely here, no?

Yes, but it's hot.

Don't look into the sun.
Keep your eyes closed.

Hanna,
it is getting all dark.

A cloud must have passed the sun.

- It's me, the cloud.
- Uncle Obereit!

Daddy is with you?

Of course, on the riverbank.

Daddy!

You are two little lazybones.

Daddy, where are you?

How are you?
Good, no?

It was the best solution.

Yes, but...

You'll find me ungrateful.

Nonsense. What is it?

I can't bear it.

Who am I here?
A nanny.

I can be dismissed whenever.

Who would want to do that?

Not Mr. Garvenberg.

Then?

The two ladies.

The Queen of Spades.

Queen of Spades?

Near the ten of Hearts,
after the highway,

the small road, the seven.

The Queen of Spades.

Next to her, near to her.

And where am I?

You?

Here, the Queen of Hearts.

And so far from him.

Wait.

What do you see?

What dirt!

Something wrong?

Nonsense.

I'll...make some tea.

It is Martha's day off.

Madame Cironka is
coming to tea, no?

What are you hiding from me?

There's nothing to say.

Things are as they are now.
And that's it.

Evening, dear Madame.

Come in, ladies and gents,
the show is about to begin.

Hurry now, always at the mirror!

It may be sold out.

That would be terrible.

Mister director,
have you a vacant box?

- How much?
- 3,000 pfennige.

Expensive!

- For Hanna it's free.
- Thank you very much.

Where are our seats?

At the front.

Next to Mr. Cock-a-doodle-doo?
I'm honored!

What's on, tonight?

Snow White and the Six Dwarfs.

I thought there were seven.

I've only got six.
The seventh is broken.

It's starting.
You have to clap.

Already?

You are silly, Hanna.

When I tell you to.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall!

Who's the fairest of them all?

Queen, you are the fairest here.

But Snow White,
beyond the 7 mountains,

with the six dwarfs,
is fairer than you.

What did the mirror say?

Fetch the hunter, Obereit!

The hunter arrives.

And the hunter? Quickly.

I am here, your Majesty.

Go and find Snow White.

The one

with lips as red as blood,

cheeks as white as snow

and hair as black as ebony.

That's right, dear hunter.

Go and kill her.

Bring me her lungs and liver.

To prove the deed is done.

- Did you like it?
- Marvellous.

I'll continue.

He is very theatrical.

I wonder who he gets it from?

From me, of course.

You are not his real father.

That's true, but you love him too

yet are not his real mother.

Miss M�ller.

Downstairs,
it's the police.

I'll just say goodbye to Erich.
He must be with the little one.

Certainly.

Mrs. Christian Albert M�ller?

There's an arrest warrant
against your husband

on an embezzlement charge.

The New York police

notified us of his death
on January 1st. Correct?

A suicide?

Now, the part where Snow White
bites the poison apple.

A puppet theatre, how adorable.

All these animals...

I just popped in to say
goodbye to you both.

- Goodbye, Peter.
- What's the matter now?

By the way, did you know,

your nanny is the
wife of a convict?

Daddy!

May I see you downstairs?

Why are you leaving?

Snow White will
spit out the apple.

She isn't really dead.

May I see the
death certificate?

The warrant will have no effect.

Can I send it to you?

Ms. Hanna?

Nothing serious, I hope?

No, everything's fine.

I'm glad.

Farewell.

- Leaving already?
- It's time for the opera.

And?

And what?

What do you intend to
do about Mrs. M�ller?

To be particularly nice
to her from now on.

Aw Peter, is the show over?

Everyone left me...

I returned, no?

What's a convict?

A convict?

Aunt Cironka says you're
the wife of a convict.

Mrs. M�ller?

Yes, Madame.

I'll put Peter to bed.
Have the night off.

Where did you come from?

Evening, Mr. Garvenberg.

Charlotte, come see!

- Been for a stroll?
- I was at the opera.

Tonight?

You should've asked me for tickets.

Don't make fun of me.

It once saved my life.

That music?

Yes, in New York.

I heard Beethoven's
Ninth on the radio.

I was gravely ill.

That music gave me
the will to live.

I understand.

There is nothing more beautiful

than--which was it?--
the third movement.

The adagio?

Yes, that's the one.

It gives one the feeling of
sitting in a deserted garden,

after a storm.

You can see far into the horizon.

Drops trickle
from the leaves.

It smells so good.

Of summer rain and resin.

And wet timber.

You put it nicely.

I remember it exactly,

It was February 16,
the broadcast from Berlin.

February 16,
it was I who conducted.

Is that so?

Then we've known each
other a long time.

It's incredible.

What is it?

I knew it.

I knew it.

This is Garvenberg.

Forgive me for
calling so late.

A family member isn't well.

The concert should be cancelled.

Please cable Copenhagen.

Yes, I'll be at home.

Good, I'll await your call.

Why did you cancel?

Not because of me?

I can't stay here any longer.

Only...

the boy...

If anyone has rights
to the child,

it is you.

Pardon me.

Garvenberg residence.

Mr. Garvenberg?

Sorry, he's away at the moment.

Can I take a message?

Yes, I'll note it.

Go ahead.

The performance is
sold out for weeks.

Royal family will be present.

As such

cancellation

is impossible.

I'm grateful you didn't
cancel the performance.

How is your family?

Mr. Garvenberg!
I must speak to him.

Mr. Garvenberg!

What is it, Hanna?

I must tell you something.
It could change everything.

The story with your husband?
Who do you take me for?

Bye now. I must be off.

It's something else.

I'll be back tomorrow.

I am Peter's mother.

I cannot hear you.

I couldn't get in...

I have something for you
from Madame Garvenberg.

Your salary until the first.

But why?

It shouldn't be difficult to guess.

Madame Garvenberg, I...

What do you want?

Well, Peter.

What do you want from him?

Want?

I can't keep you from the music

room, but I can
from the nursery.

Why are you talking like this?

This is my house.

And he's my child.

Your child? Your child?
My child!

Just ask Professor Obereit.

Get the police,
they've been here before.

He is my child!

That's enough now,
we've had enough!

You know where the door is!

You can't do this...

You can't take my
child from me!

You mustn't be too kind
with her sort.

I would have taken her keys.

What's the matter?

Freese, he takes after her.

Oh, he takes after nobody.

Can I help you?

I must see Professor Obereit.

The Professor is unavailable.

But it's very important!

What is all this?

What's going on?

They want to take my child.

Come in.

Madame is just coming.

My God, I can't wait.

Hello, Baron.

Your hand.

Pardon, my dear,
the surprise visit.

It's a matter of
great importance

concerning our mutual friend,

Carl-Otto.

He has returned.

The story behind
his having left

is all sorted.

Do let us sit down.
I so hate standing.

Imagine, my dear,

he even began
to write poetry.

These are not really
poems he writes.

He wrote a novel.

A love story.

A story of some scandal,
seen through the keyhole...

He is really talented,
that Carl-Otto.

The book has yet to be published.

You can still buy the rights.

I told him that I
thought it only fair

for him to give you first option.

How much, this ransom?

"Ransom" isn't the right word.

It's in your interests.

How much ransom is it
to keep him in Paris?

Listen, my dear,

Surely you don't want to
drive him from his home?

What's the difference,
whether here or Paris?

All that matters is
the novel, no?

I have a proposition.

I'll write down the minimum
acceptable amount.

And you write what
you're prepared to pay.

- Then we compare.
- I haven't anything!

Then write down
what you don't have.

May I?

Surely, my dear,

this is a joke?

It's hilarious, is it not?

Charlotte, my child!
What's is it?

Do you hear me?

You, get out.

Be reasonable,
control yourself.

When Mr. Garvenberg returns,
everything will be fine.

Don't you see that
I cannot wait?

What's that, you can't?

You can't just go and
steal the child.

Who knows?

Don't do anything stupid!

Get this from the
pharmacy immediately.

If it returns,
give her ten drops.

Ten drops, understand?

You are responsible, any
more can be fatal. Alright?

Of course.

Good night.

Ten drops.

Do not exceed the dose,
it is dangerous.

I am not ill,
it's something else.

- Do you think he'll come back?
- The Master? Of course.

He'll be back tomorrow.

He thinks only of her.

What did you say?

I've forgotten about the money.

What money?

- He must have the money.
- Carl-Otto?

Yes, to keep him away.

Forgot the scoundrel.

I have no money.
What about you?

I'll gladly give you
all my savings.

Was that the bell?

The telephone?

No, the doorbell.

No no no. You really worry me.

Oh Freese, you're all I have.

She wants my child too.

She was talking nonsense.

He's so fond of the boy.

A swindler, is all she is.
You're more beautiful than she.

You think so?

See for yourself.

But she is young.

Young? Look here.

Erich once told me that

I was the most beautiful
woman in the world.

And you are.

Get me a cloth.

And some cream.

Not that one,
the night cream.

There's none left.

- Buy some more.
- In the middle of the night?

There must be a chemist open.

I'll try,
I'll just get my coat.

It's me, my darling.

Why did you keep me waiting?

Be quiet, would you, I can't hear a thing.

We're celebrating my return.

You made quite a fool
of the baron.

I must talk to you.

Take a taxi and come join us.

How?

What?

If you're not here in 30 minutes,
I'm coming for you. Get it?

Is the front door locked?

Mrs. Garvenberg, excuse me.

What are you doing here,

this time of night?

I just came to...

Oh my God, Mrs.
Garvenberg, what's wrong?

My heart.

What can I do?

My drops.

One.

Two.

Three...

Ten.

Where are we going?

Shh.
Finally, I have you.

You want night cream?

Tell your Madame she can
buy it when it's daytime.

Even if it's made for night.

People who are in pain,
I don't mind opening up for.

But for night cream.
How absurd!

It's a fine wide bed.

You're staying several nights?

Several? No.

Just one night.

Please fill this out.

The boy's name, etc.

Certainly.

M�ller?
Is that your real name?

That's right. It just so
happens that it is M�ller.

Well, I'm back.

You want your medicine?

What did you do?

Garvenberg's coming.

What do you want?

Thank you for letting us in.

Are you crazy?

Forgive us, Mr. Garvenberg.

We came to invite
your wife out.

You are not in Copenhagen?

I took the night flight.

What are you doing at my house
in the middle of the night?

Carl-Otto.
I don't believe we've met.

- Carl-Otto?
- Scientific astrologist.

Your wife is a
follower of mine.

Was. She no longer busies
herself with such rubbish.

Look. Make no mistake we have
a relationship both working

and personal.

That's enough now!

Excuse him, Mr. Garvenberg.

He is a bit...
The champagne, you know?

How dare you slander my wife?

I placate her in your absence.

I know a lot about your wife.

Mr. Garvenberg!

What is it, Freese?

Oh thank God you're back.

Charlotte is up there...

Dead!

Dead?

M�ller? Is that your real name?

No, I didn't do it!

Didn't do what?

The kid's name is Garvenberg.

What do you want?

What's happening?

Get dressed, you're under arrest.

You are accused of administering
to Mrs. Garvenberg

a lethal dose of morphine.

I recapitulate.

You don't deny having waited
outside the Garvenberg's house

in the hope of retrieving
your son.

You had planned to
take the child,

by force,
if it was necessary.

You saw Mrs. Freese
exit the house.

Well, then?

Tell the court
what happened then.

I've told everything.

I have nothing to add.

I know I'm the only one
under suspicion.

And I was in the house
without permission.

I saw Mrs. Garvenberg,
I gave her ten drops.

Ten drops.

By God, only ten drops.

You gave her the correct dose

without the intention to kill?

I might have had thoughts...

What thoughts?

I mean,

not murder.

But when I poured the drops,
I had the thought

that I was able to put
Mrs. Garvenberg to sleep.

And you didn't do it?

Yes. I didn't shed a drop more
into that glass.

Of that I'm sure.

Yet you had a dream,
the morning of your arrest,

in which you gave Mrs.
Garvenberg the lethal dose?

I dreamt it.

How can this Court draw the line

between reality and dream?

I'm telling you the truth!

Calm yourself, madame.

Please go easy on my client.

Sit down, please.

I have no further
questions for the accused.

Senior Prosecutor?

We'll hear the evidence.
Call witness Garvenberg.

Witness Garvenberg!

Erich Garvenberg, aged 42.

Orchestra conductor.

No relation to the accused.

Only through the adoption of her...

That is irrelevant.

The Court would like to know

whether you think
the accused is guilty

or if you have any suspicions.

Of course not.

Why did you remove
from your wife's bedroom

the morphine bottle, which
was later found broken,

with the fingerprints

of the accused?

I have answered this
question a hundred times.

I have nothing to add.

I have a question for the witness.

You claim

to have acted impulsively.

I put it to you that
Mrs. Freese told you:

"She didn't do this herself".

Is that not so?

"She didn't do this herself"
said Mrs. Freese,

"Mrs. M�ller did it".

"She gave her the drops".

Do you deny those were
Mrs. Freese's words?

We must conclude that

you knew that you were
removing the bottle.

You thought at that moment

that Mrs. M�ller had poisoned
your wife with the morphine.

Oh, Mr. Garvenberg,
how could you think that?

Please calm yourself, madame.

My apologies, Mr. President.

We're dealing with a murder.

And the murderer inspires in you,

due to certain sensibilities,
the urge to protect her.

This woman is incapable of murder.

Not even in thought.

Do you wish this witness
placed under oath?

I want to hear the
next witness first.

Return to the witness bench.

We will call on you later.

Please call Mrs. Freese.

The witness Freese!

- Is my turn coming?
- Wait.

Mrs. Freese,
you know why we're here?

I don't know anything.

Nothing.

Your lack of memory may hold
you in contempt of court.

At least tell me

what kind of relationship the
deceased had with a certain...

Witness Freese,

you were very intimate
with Mrs. Garvenberg.

She told me nothing.

Be wary of what you say.

Your statement helps decide

the fate of the accused.

I know nothing.

May I pose a question?

Can you tell us about

the relationship between the
accused and Mr. Garvenberg?

Garvenberg is innocent.

That was not the question.

Did Mrs. Garvenberg have reasons
to be jealous of the accused?

I know nothing.

You'll have to, later,
swear to this court

that you withheld nothing.

I know nothing.

Sit down.

The witness Carl-Otto.

Silence, please!

Here.

Members of the tribunal...

- Witness Georg Carl-Otto.
- Gregor.

Gregor Carl-Otto, age 39.

No relation to the accused.

You too were at the Garvenberg house.

What brought you there
on the night in question?

I will gladly divulge.

As an astrologist,

I found dark aspects in my
client's horoscope long ago.

I felt her life to be in danger.

On the night Garvenberg died,

this idea formed itself suddenly

in the form of an enigma.

I was in good spirits that night
with my circle of friends

but some cosmic force

drew upon me to
pick up the telephone.

I called Mrs. Garvenberg and
begged her, worried for her life,

to leave the house
and join us.

In a very cheerful voice,
she declined my offer.

Feeling anxious, I went to her house.

As I rang I heard
footsteps behind me.

It was Mr. Garvenberg.
He seemed very upset.

And he didn't believe me,
when we spoke.

Now please be clear about this.

What impression had you as to
the mental state of Mr. Garvenberg?

He was appallingly alarmed
to see me at his door.

To be perfectly honest,

I couldn't help but think it was

the shock that follows
a traumatic event.

No longer in possession
of his faculties.

Why didn't you say so before?

Out of respect for the dear departed,
Mr. President,

I couldn't just say
that her husband...

You had the impression,
the night of the murder,

Mr. Garvenberg
could be an accessory?

What does that mean?

After much soul-searching,
I would have to say

yes.

This is untrue!

Don't believe him.

Mr. Garvenberg is innocent.

Witness Freese, come closer.

I knew you were
concealing something.

She's either crazy,
or she's involved herself!

Me? You! You harassed
Madame Garvenberg to death.

And you want to accuse
Mr. Garvenberg?

I demand the court's protection.

You don't look as if
you need protection.

Stand aside for a moment.

Mrs. Freese.

This individual was always
harassing my Charlotte.

Until he destroyed her.

He would not release her.

She wanted nothing to do with him.

Always at her heels,
he and his friend, the Baron.

They extorted money from her.

Until she became so
desperate that she...

put an end to it.

If I understand correctly,

Mrs. Garvenberg

committed suicide?

Can you be sure?

I was with her when she died.

Please then, elaborate.

It happened like this.

On my return from the chemist,

I called out that I was back.

She was hanging over
the side of the bed.

She spoke in a strange voice...

You want your medicine?

What did you do?

It's empty.

Don't be afraid.

I'm dying.

You're just play-acting.

Don't tell anyone
about Carl-Otto.

My husband mustn't know anything.

Don't say a word.

Don't forget.

You!

"You."

"Charlotte, my child."

"It's you."
I repeated that to her

but she didn't hear me.

That's how it was.

And you were willing to commit perjury

and cast this woman
who's done you no harm

into deep trouble?

I'm sorry, Mrs. M�ller.

Mr. Garvenberg, forgive me.

I couldn't talk.

I promised.

On her deathbed.