All language subtitles for Summer.in.the.City.(1970)

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I said that he had stupidly long hair

and asked how he knew that I
was being released from prison today.

He said the lawyer told him.

I asked if there is
a heater in this car.

I asked, "Where we are going?"

Jonas wants to see you.

I said that I didn't want to have
anything to do with this old story.

That Jonas is crazy.

That I knew just as little
about where the money is as you.

That I didn't want to have
anything to do with this situation.

That I served my time in
jail and didn't rat anybody out.

I don't know anything, do you understand?

I said, "Put different music on or
at least turn the volume lower."

I asked him to stop at the next cigarette
machine and to give me a one mark coin.

Up there.

I complained that the jukebox
is still playing Italian records...

That I pushed my songs in
over fifteen minutes ago.

Could you turn up the music?

I said, "Could I have the telephone?

...and turn the music lower."

Yes? Hello.

Who is there?

I asked her to give me change for
50 pfennig. I only need one groschen.

Peter? It's me.

Yeah. How are you?

Nervous?

Ask him if you can meet him,
where, and preferably soon.

Yes, of course I can do that.
Where are you right now?

The sheriff shoots after him and...
and... hits the water container and...

the other guys say, "Now you missed"
and he says, "No, I did hit the target."

And then they flee through a desert and...
they find a gypsy convoy which was robbed...

and only one woman is still alive... and...
she just had a baby and... she dies...

and the three guys take the kid and find
a book about how to take care of a baby...

and they try to do their
best to take care of the baby...

and at the end... only Wayne is left
and... he comes to a town with the baby...

the town is called something like
New Bethlehem, or New Jerusalem...

he still meets some thieves on the way and...

and at the end when he comes to town
with the kid there is a star over it and...

that is like, like... somebody said,
how is it possible that John Wayne
suddenly has anything to do

with the three holy men?

And, all of sudden, he has
something to do with them, that's clear.

That's like... in Hatari, like they told
themselves, "How do we do it that
Wayne has a bird cage on his head?"

But it needs to be completely serious...
and it can't be funny.

I said that I was in the mood
to see a movie at the cinema.

What film would you like to go and see?

I don't know, but I would like to
see an old black and white film.

I don't want to see a new film now.

One could go and see Alphaville.

"Automatic Food Market"

I said, "I'll give you 20 Marks
if you just drive me around...

Lanzberger Street, straight up and far out."

I asked him if this is not the spot
where the Auguster Cinema once stood.

He said that they just recently
made a supermarket out of it.

Even the Crystal and
the Film Burg have closed down.

The Film Burg is now a flea market.

Hello? It's me...

Nothing... yeah...

It's alright.

Listen, can I stay with you for a few days?
Yeah, even tonight, if that's OK with you.

OK, listen. The street car is coming.
I gotta go... I'll be right over.

Aren't you very tired?

No, I am not tired.

Can you put a record on?

With pleasure.

I want to read a little bit now.
Don't you have any novels about criminals?

There is one right on top there.
I'm also gonna get you a blanket.

Here.

I am going to sleep now.

Good night.

Is it the TV that makes
the high pitched whistle?

Yes.

I said that I wouldn't know
any of these new records.

Don't you have any records by The Kinks?

The Troggs.

I wanna hear that one.

Did you sleep well?

At 7 AM the jack-hammer started making noise
downstairs. I didn't go back to sleep after that.

I said that I might go to Berlin.

I said that in Berlin, a house was
demolished on the corner of
Kurfursten Damm & Bleichtreu St.

A grey, five story house.

There were a bunch of people there...
and two big bulldozers.

It was in the late afternoon.
It was almost dark and the sky was
blue, even though it was November.

Over the hole in the ground,
the sky was devided vertically.

On the left side it was blue and on
the right side there a wall of dust
and smoke which reached into the horizon.

I said that the sky was
almost too blue and too dark.

Maybe a little stronger and heavier maybe.

Yesterday at around 5 PM,
I took a taxi into town.

Because of the heavy traffic,
we had to wait at many traffic lights.

Two times I observed drivers that took a pill
while they were waiting for the light to change.

Yes, he is here. Just a moment.

Hans? Hans... Jonas or something like that.

I have to leave immediately. Can you
give me The Troggs record... as a gift?

I am also taking the book.

It's me.

Me!

Yeah? Yeah... OK.

I'll see you in a second.

Shit.

No, he isn't here anymore.
He left an hour ago.

He said something about Switzerland.
I think he wanted to rent a car.

Christian, could you come by with your car?
Yes, it's very important. OK, bye.

Do you know the people in the car behind us?

We have to get rid of them.

The Chevy is too fat.

Where do you want to look now?

Somewhere in the area where he used to live.

Where do we drive to now?

The airport is our best bet now.
I bought a ticket for you.
4:15 PM on the Pan Am to Berlin.

Going to Berlin is a good idea.

I said that wish I could have
gone to the cinema in Munich.

In Berlin, they very rarely play good movies.

And the theaters are nicer in Munich, also.

In Berlin, near the place where
I used to live, there is a gas station
with the Company logo for "AMOCO".

I said that when I first saw the
word "AMOC" appear between
the old buildings, I got a big shock.

I could have never imagined this.
When I walked a few more steps,
the whole sign was visible.

I will probably never see
these "AMOCO" gas stations again.

It's probably an Italian brand.
The company logo is a oval with
blue writing on red background.

Or white writing on blue and red background.

(Difficult to understand. Something
about a forest, coal and people that
sell coal on the side of the road.)

There is not enough coal and some old
people died because they froze to death.

Is it my turn?

I went for a walk this afternoon.

I started to run after a while.

It was snowing unbelievably much.

When the storm all of a sudden stopped,
nobody was on the street and only
one car on the Kurfursten Damm.

And the snow plows arrived with incredible
noise and started to clean up the street.

The city looked like a
ghost town on that afternoon.

Can you start the record
from the beginning please?

I'm winning. Ha ha ha!

You always liked port wine.

Yes.

Did she have any idea that I would visit her?

What did you all this time?

I said, "One year in Straddleheim Prison.
She should know that."

Somebody should recount what
happened to them in a year... and it
would take a full year to tell the story.

One year prison.
One year telling the story.

The story only comes to you piece by piece.

You think that you have something
in common with the other inmates.

You want to speak to them and you
realize that they don't really want that.

You are together in the walking area,
but you are not together.

Every day we have to go for walks.
During the summer it's especially bad.

One side is in the shade and
the other side is in the sun.

On the sunny side everybody
pushes you and on the shady
side everybody runs through

and almost push others aside.

You have to deal with pimps
that tell you stories about
their whores and deals they make

and that you should invest in their shitty
schemes. Yet you still have to live with them.

The strange thing is that these idiotic
people are very stable in other areas.

They run their little businesses in jail.
They sell cigarettes and so on.

I said, "I never had cigarettes anyway.

I would have smoked way to much.

By twelve, all the tobacco
would have been gone.

Then you would have to wait
eight hours for more cigarettes.

Now they are lying in front of
you and you don't think about it."

"The Successwagen"

Somebody should write about it
or talk to somebody about it.

Tell the whole story
all the way to the end.

I just started reading a story and I am
a little mad that I didn't read it before.

Before I went away.

It's called 'Der Kutterer'.

- By?
- Bernhard. Thomas Bernhard.

He describes how this guy
is in prison, the Kutterer.

He is afraid to get out. He is
afraid of the day when the rhythm

in which he moves and the
thoughts that he's allowed to think...

will not return.

That he has to go back to his wife and
kids. Afraid that he can't do all the things

that he's able to do in prison.

He sat down during the night
with his notebook and after he
got used to the dark,

he wrote down his thoughts.

Simple thoughts that just came
into his head. So, while other
people slept and dreamed,

he wrote down his thoughts.

Every thing and every move that
happened to him during his locked-up life.

The time when he knew he wouldn't
be able to get away or change anything...

those are the things he wrote down.

Other inmates used to laugh
at him and make fun of him.

But at the same time, what he was doing
was so strange and foreign to everybody...

that they were too creeped
out to actually attack him.

He never attacked anybody else either.

He did things the right way. He
never acted pompous or arrogant

He always gave very short answers like
"Yeah, that's OK" and "Yeah, I know".

That's pretty much all he said,
but he wrote all his thoughts down.

Then he talked about mathematics,
which he really started to like

during the time he spent in prison.

How math is very clear.
Order within order.

How he can deal with math
and how he can move in math.

Do you have cat somewhere?

That's next door on the balcony.

Oh, I see.

You just know as you read the book,
I mean I haven't finished it yet but...

I can just imagine that
the story will end horribly.

Maybe they won't even talk about
what happens when he gets home.

The luck of being able to write
down all his thoughts while in prison.

At the end, he was even able to
tell other people about his writings

and they even asked him
to read from his notebook.

From all of his notebooks.

I don't even know if I will
finish reading the book.

As you read the book line by line,
you can just imagine how it will end.

It doesn't have to be death....
I'm just thinking of this stupid joke.

I have to tell you,
it's unbelievably stupid.

Some idiot in prison told me this.

Two frogs are walking on a
country road... behind each other,

on the right hand side. Suddenly,
the one in the back turns around

and screams. Turns
back to face foward and yells out:

"WATCH OUT THERE IS
A TRUCK COM-SPLAT"

Very strange!

Yeah I know. I laughed
hysterically when I first heard it.

Now I don't like that much anymore.

I asked her if she was
in the mood to see a film.

She replied that if I dial 115-12, I could
listen to what's playing at the theater.

(Listing movie titles playing)

I said, "The voice of the female
announcer was shrill and annoying.

She actually screamed the movie titles."

"Now she will play a record"
She says: "And now, some music."

Do you wanna listen to it?

Nothing good is playing?

Not really.

How much more do you have to read?

She said that in the newspaper there
are pictures of all the German cities

showing snow plows cleaning the
streets of all the major business areas.

Hamburg, Frankfurt, Munich and Berlin. On
the picture from Berlin there is somebody

that looks very much like me.

I said, "What was that? Show me."

That really is me.

I was at the Kurfursten Damm
yesterday during the snow storm.

I guess they'll be here very soon.

They will recognize me
from the photo, I'm sure.

I think the best thing would
be when I Ieave the country.

To America.

I said: "I was really in
the mood to go to America."

I will call Pan Am right away.

Yes, hello. I wanted
to get some information.

I want to fly to New
York in the next few days.

Are there formalities I need
to take care of before hand?

A visa?

How do you get one of those?

Shit.

I said: "I'm already flying tonight.

New York is not going to work.

It takes way too long to get a visa.

I would have to stay here for another
two weeks and that's just too risky."

She asked me, "Where
are you going to fly to?"

I said, "To Amsterdam, via Dusseldorf.

So I'm not going to be here tonight.

The taxi is still waiting downstairs."

I bought some glasses.

Do you like them?
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