Beloved Sisters Page #10

I can write. He's helping me.

Let me stay a while longer.

You can stay as long as you like.

Yes, Line. Do you have all you need?

Lollo, let her finish this chapter.

She has to take the pages

to Tbingen tonight.

On those icy roads?

Never mind. I know the way.

Put it on the floor, Mother.

It doesn't matter.

Line, close the door.

It'll get cold in there.

Madame!

- I'm coming.

- Very good, Madame.

- I'll see you down.

- Thank you.

Why not stay here, Madame? I can take

the manuscript to Tbingen by myself.

No. It's my carriage, my horse. I'll drive.

And it's my manuscript.

You're just there for safety.

Is Dalberg on his way from Mainz

to Tbingen? Is he waiting for you?

Will you see each other tonight

in the same hotel room with the lilies?

He's rented the room

for your rendezvous.

I made inquiries.

All of literate Germany is wondering

who the author of "Agnes" could be,

never suspecting Anonymous

is in bed with theater director Dalberg.

You have no idea what it's like

living in a marriage like mine.

You two are one heart and soul.

But I don't want to go back to

Rudolstadt before I'm divorced.

I'll write to your husband,

he must see this can't go on.

Fritz, we three are coming back together

from great distances.

I missed you both desperately.

When I gave you both up in Jena,

it tore out my heart, my life.

When my novel is finished,

I'll be a free woman, a single woman.

We'll give a reception together,

all three of us, in Weimar, all right?

And you will tell everyone

who wrote "Agnes".

I could stand here

for hours on end with you.

Will it ever be like it was in Tbingen?

No, don't. Not here.

Wait till we're back in Weimar

and we're all living together at last.

I want us three to welcome the best and

greatest poets in our own house. Right?

Go inside. I'm afraid for you.

Remember how ill you were last year.

Come in.

AGNES VON LILIEN, PART 5

ANONYMOUS:

"Please release your wife,

Caroline ne Lengefeld."

Yes.

What?

"Please release your wife..."

"For the benefit of all concerned,"

exchange a notoriously elusive bed and

table companion for one who is faithful,

"who is willing to bear

the offspring you so desire."

Isn't that too direct, chre Maman?

What do you say?

Has the writer gone mad?

Is he in bed with my wife?

It is with certainty that I can...

Assure.

Assure you that no one

instructed Schiller to write this letter.

He speaks for himself.

He only meant well.

But as usual

he completely missed the target.

He has the opposite effect on me,

that much is certain.

"Dear child, Line,

why can't you prevent your brother-in-law"

from helping you in your private affairs

in such a clumsy manner?

Yours and Beulwitz's

is a marriage of convenience,

not some ridiculous,

petty marriage for love

that's over as soon as

love's out the window.

Schiller's letter is on a servants' level.

"Your marriage

has been seriously endangered."

Madame, I...

- "Your husband doesn't deserve this."

- Deserve...

"And I'm not happy about your

mnage trois in Ludwigsburg."

Your worried, loving Maman

Why so formal, Madame?

Have courage, even when ending things.

Haven't we always said

one sign is enough to consign

our little mutual agreement to history?

But I do have one last request.

The shame Caroline feels

penetrates her soul,

but she considers it just punishment

for betraying her sister in this very room.

Dalberg is a clever man.

He turns the hurt

caused by the separation around

and pays her better

than ever for her nakedness,

knowing it will intensify

her bad conscience and loneliness.

"'How generous of you, ' said the Prince,"

'to honor independence and the

freedom of his assignment so much

"that you let him go.'"

That could be tighter.

It's about Agnes, right?

On the next page you manage just that.

"Bright as nature

should our soul be in parting."

That's wonderful.

You can find a better solution

for this problem.

I don't know what you mean!

I like it the way it is.

What's wrong with, "Independence

and the freedom of his assignment"?

I want it to stay like that.

No, you can do better, I know.

"The free area of his action."

Or even better:

"The free circle of his action".

The circle tells us

he will come back to her.

That's how it must be.

I feel inferior and I hate that.

What can I do about it?

Do you want me to write?

Who's that?

Who is that? Well, I never!

Hey, young dad, protector of the herd,

come into my arms.

- Where does the man come from?

- Paris.

Five days of shaking and rattling,

but I'll have bigger carriages designed.

They're already

breeding bigger horses for you.

Who knew he was coming?

- It was supposed to be a surprise.

- That's what I call a surprise.

Look who's coming.

Look who's here.

Well, who do we have here?

He just woke up.

It's beyond words what's going on there.

Massacre, murder...

These words don't begin

to describe what's happening.

Guilty or innocent,

everyone's sent to the guillotine,

slit open alive in the

middle of the street,

kicked to death, ripped apart by horses

like in the Middle Ages.

A mob rules, whose evil is so abysmal,

whose lust for blood is more gruesome

than anything humanity has ever seen.

Shouldn't we have known, Wilhelm?

Yes.

Everyone.

Everyone who rang the bell for renewal

should have known.

It's what I believe, having been there.

Nothing but baseness

and hoping for the next blood frenzy.

Here.

You can buy them all over town.

Drawn from real life. No talent,

but in keeping with reality, you could say.

For the visitors of the Revolution.

The copies run into the thousands.

The proceeds go to the murderers.

This man's face was cut off.

He was guillotined back to front

because he fought back.

Crude. I don't want this.

Didn't you once read to us

about the Inquisition?

It's like that again.

Some evenings

I no longer wanted to live.

I hid in the hotel's cellar. I even

changed my aristocratic name for fear.

They often quarrel nowadays.

It's new to me.

I'll join you.

The little one has to sleep.

I know,

the floorboards in the kitchen creak.

May I sit on the bed?

I'm with child, Fritz.

I'm 4 or 5 months gone. I'm not sure.

I miss my period when I have cramps.

Her condition should be kept secret.

Otherwise Beulwitz

could annul the divorce.

Is he willing then?

He wrote that he doesn't want to talk

anymore. He wants a divorce right away.

If he found out Line is pregnant

and not by him,

he could go back on his decision.

Yes. That's true, yes.

To him it was always about progeny.

What about your mother?

Will she move out of the Beulwitz house?

She's doing it now.

We share the same roof

yet know so little about each other.

Your arrival here is linked to this too?

Do you want to have the child?

Yes.

Why?

Why not? She has...

Because I'm not sure

I'll ever be pregnant again.

Our dear doctor says

I have a disposition to pneumonia.

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