Faust

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Prollne Fllm

Saint Petersburg

with support from The Mass Media

Development and Support Foundation

and

The Russian Cinema Fund

presents

A fllm by

Alexander Sokurov

Based on the tragedy by

Johann Wolfgang vnn Goethe

You've told us so much about

the composition of the human body...

...but not a word about the soul.

I haven'! found ii.

Where does one look for the soul?

The skin is (hi n, perforated...

Large and lung...

The soul. And life...

Where are they hidden, then?

In the head?

There's only rubbish in there!

Or in the heart?

Sometimes I have the feeling that...

...both reside in the feet.

- How do you mean?

- If one is startled...

Up, up, up, up!

...Then one suddenly feels...

...so much life in the startled feet.

Nonsense!

You clean up here!

The rag is dirty, too.

- That rag ls clean.

- Smell for yourself!

I made a mistake.

It's the formalin!

Do you thlnk that

I'm already dead?

- That was an accident.

- Like the berries with carbolic acid...

...you served me last night?

Carbolic acid dulls the pain.

The paln of the world.

And the pain of the soul.

What the soul ls and

where it resides...

...only God knows.

And the Foe of all mankind.

Qult babbling.

Carbolic acid, carbolic acid...

And one of them has finally flown!

Su, where will Hind...

...these two gentlemen?

- God is everywhere.

- Thus He ls nowhere.

- And the Devil:
they say...

...where there ls money,

there you find the Devil.

- I have no money.

- Then you're not the Devil.

Thank you. That's very reassuring.

- Who ls he then?

- No one knows for sure.

Word has it, the fat guy In the square

might be something of the sort.

Really?

- What would you wlsh for?

- From the Devil?

Two things. Firstly, I'd wish

to rid myself of the entire world.

Secondly, I'd wlsh to see you

more often.

How could you see me more often...

...if the world were gone?

Simple.

The world goes away,

except for you and me.

Try someone else.

I'll stick with humanity.

For the common good.

The corpse can go. Be quick...

...it ls sta rtlng to stink.

- How shall I pay...

...the gravediggers?

They must walt untll tomorrow.

Then I will pay them.

- Come In. You can take hlm.

- What about our money?

- Tomorrow.

- Always the same.

So cold. That's that.

Excuse me.

Everything comes and goes

according to law...

...only man's Ilfe ls overcast

by faltering fortune.

The God who dwells within

my breast...

...who can shake my soul

in its depths...

...who slts enthroned over

all my powers...

...outside me He is powerless.

Professor, when shall the two

of them come by tomorrow?

I don' want to hear about ii.

I am starving.

- I'm off!

- Where tn?

Where, where? There!

Hold him tight.

Why are you standing there stock-still?

- But he ls kicking!

- Old fool! Why are you kicking

Nothing has changed.

Your son, Doctor.

I see. I'll he dune shortly.

Why does this place always stlnk

so terribly?

My father. An honourable man,

lost in the dark.

What use is all this to him?

What are you up tn!! Get out!

Thief I

Go and see what the Professor

is doing over there!

Tell hlm people are trying

to work over here!

You're wanted.

You are breaking his spine!

What do you want?

Nothing. To see you.

To see what? I'm not A painting.

It's too tight.

And you're charging money for this?

And whom exactly would I be charging?

Those people over there.

My patients don' have anything.

Untie him, please.

Good method.

Tested on many a patient.

- And how many have survived?

- I've never counted.

As usual.

- Can you walk?

- I don't know.

- Steady on your legs?

- Yes.

- Then get out of here!

- What the heck?

Tomorrow you will be hopping around

like a rabbit.

Are you sleeping poorly?

I don' sleep at all.

Someone has survived the rack.

- At last!

- You love your rack.

One can't work on

an empty stomach.

True.

These are God's gifts.

Come, brothers. The flesh is calling.

Nothing has been cleaned!

I always have to do everything myself!

That George!

- Smells nice! What ls it?

- Here I am!

Out!

Mine!

It ls my due!

Who is the meat from?

From Frau Weber,

whose appendix you snipped.

- Didn't earn much.

- I don't have such huge needs...

...as our dear professor.

- Needs...

...I don't even have enough money

for ink.

I'm wllllng to forsake

everything -the house...

- Slt down.

...food. Anything.

- To do without ls good for one.

- If only I were certain...

- Of what?

- That what I'm doing has meaning.

No. I'm not giving you any.

No!

What? What do you mean?

Surely you want money?

He who limits himself...

...creates his own small fortune.

His own small fortune.

Heard tha! a thousand times.

One must work and never beg.

- You again!

- I've been waiting for two hours.

I'm sick. too.

What is it now? Let's have a look.

You are like an onion!

There is no getting close to you!

Lie dawn!

Help me.

I don' understand -what is this?

Pass me the vaginal speculum.

Hold her legs down.

I work day and night.

I love no one, I have no family...

...I never sleep or eat.

I llnd your reproaches unjust.

I'm doing my best.

What good ls it to me if my soul

is empty! I feel no happiness...

...no anger, no compassion.

- The soul...

...one can do without it.

Why complicate things?

Matter. Black.

Hollow.

My hammer strikes the knee and

the leg twitches.

Tha!'s ii.

- That ls not enough for me.

- Then leave.

I have no money for you.

Nor the meaning of life.

Let's look at what we have here.

Tha!'s a pity.

Venus. Venus.

What are you doing"

He is a good man, your father.

A good man.

A good man, in his darkest yearning...

...still knows the one...

...true way.

Must do without.

You must do without.

That is the eternal song.

The eternal song.

The eternal song.

The eternal song.

- Let me through!

- Don't be so greedy!

- No! This has been ordered!

- Enough]

Shut up!

Would the gentleman have

a few pennies tn spare?

- No. I'm sorry.

- Just a few wins.

- We are starving!

- So am I.

Such a fine gentleman and no money.

Nothing in the pockets?

Noblemen are su forgetful,

aren't they?

- Snotty brat!

- Me? A brat? I'll smash your face in!

Watch ynurjewelsl

- I'll knock the stuffing out of you!

- Swine!

- Bastards!

- Dirtbagl

- Cunny!

- Boneheadl

- Get lost!

- Let me. I'll show him!

I'll let you fly.

Who is this?

Good day, dear sir.

Who is this?

Black. like Death himself.

Good day, sir.

Or is Death grey?

Father Philipp. You're here already.

I thought I'd he late.

Debt after debt I have amended!

Yes, the affair ls settled

as far as you're concerned.

- There ls my coach.

- A remarkable pair.

Death and a priest.

Death and a priest.

And I, a starving man.

You're hungry, too?

Everybody is starving...

Who is this from?

From Lenz, the poet.

A strangely unhappy man...

No need In return ii.

The unhappy are dangerous!

Good day, sir.

My name ls Faust,

Doctor Faust.

I salute the learned gentleman!

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