Four Minutes Page #3

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Is it for me?

It's for tomorrow.

So it's for you.

For whomever.

Thanks.

Did you apologize?

To whom?

-You know who.

Try to relax.

-I am relaxed.

I'll go check.

Sorry.

You're up, Jenny!

Are you relaxed?

-Yes.

You were sensational.

You were wonderful.

I knew that you would make it big,

even before you beat him up.

It was a joke, Mr. Mtze.

Jesus...

I'm sorry.

You apologized, didn't you?

Yes.

So let's bury the hatchet.

Let's drink to that.

I thought you didn't drink.

-You're right. I don't drink.

I'll always respect him, but...

he does get on my nerves.

Like I do?

No, you don't get on my nerves.

Okay, I'll say it first.

And I never even said it

to people I've slept with.

I like you.

And you?

Do you like me?

Did you understand my question?

I'm not deaf!

No...

You're in the final round.

Practice...

Don't let it get to your head...

Pretend it's nothing...

Yes...

One last question, please.

I think that's enough now.

How come she ended up here?

A great talent like her.

That doesn't concern me.

Don't you find it strange

to sit next to a murderer?

As I said, it doesn't interest me.

And that she decapitated

and cut up that guy?

They found his head at the dump.

Half eaten by rats.

I'm only interested in music.

Why are you so upset?

You've never cared about her past.

Bye...

What do you expect to find in her file?

Mrs. Krger,

you've achieved something great.

You got media attention...

-If it's true...

... how can I keep on working with her?

-If you're worried about your salary...

... I'm sure we'll find a way...

-I want to see her file!

What?

Where is she?

No.

-What do you mean?

I don't accept your apology.

Is she sick?

Let's go.

-Give me the key, I have to practice.

Don't touch.

Mrs. Krger?

What do you want?

My name is von Loeben.

You've seen the photo.

-I've seen Jenny's file.

My daughter didn't do it.

We're not going to talk

about Jenny's file.

Then let's talk about your file.

We're not going to talk at all.

''February 4, 1945.''

Don't ask what archive I found this in.

I think you'd better leave,

Mr. von Loeben.

Don't worry, nobody knows about it.

Don't be afraid.

Have you calmed down?

Have you?

-Yes.

Yes.

You admire Mr. Furtwngler?

He was my teacher.

He supported you very much.

He writes that you're the...

... best German pianist

in your age group,

ideologically grounded,

but mentally hypertensive.

Yes.

Communist?

No.

Related?

What?

-Are you related to the convict?

No.

Friends?

Yes, I'm...

-No.

You're certainly not friends

with a parasite.

No.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm...

I was just her piano teacher.

''In the morning of February 2,

I, Traude Krger,

born on November 21 , 1926,

began work in the Wehrmacht Hospital 3

of Luckau Prison.''

''The hospitai ward where I work

fell victim to a terror attack

by the Americans at 7:45 a.m.

Several aircraft bombs hit the premises.

Buildings and Wehrmacht members

were harmed.''

''As I learned later,

an execution

was interrupted by the attack.

I know the convict,

Ms. Hannah Gebowski, fleetingly.''

''As a paramedic,

I have received several awards.

I can't explain why I violated my duty

and left my workplace on that day.

lt must have been

due to my state of exhaustion.

This negligence had nothing to do

with my acquaintance

with the convict.'''

Jenny never finished anything.

She ended up on the street.

There, or in some public restroom,

she met this cute little hustler.

The cheapest kind.

And then...

... this boy killed his father.

It's nice here.

According to the files

your daughter did it.

That's not true.

-Then why is she in prison?

Because she was convicted,

not because she did it.

She incriminated herself

to cover this loser.

He dumped her and got free.

She rejected any kind of help

because I urged her

to testify against the hustler.

He got her pregnant, did you know...

-Yes.

Then she got angry

and pulled me into this.

She mentioned our...

... our relationship in court...

What could I do?

Admit that I slept with my daughter?

My wife would have killed herself.

What do you want from me?

You canceled Jenny's piano lessons.

She's innocent.

She didn't do anything!

What is this?

Why aren't you playing the piano?

Hello, Mrs. Krger.

It's nice to have you back.

-What are you doing?

We wanted to surprise you.

Clara and I.

So, Clara, can you do a curtsy now?

Then I don't want your surprise.

You denied Jenny access to the piano

for three days. Is that true?

Well, I had to paint the music stand.

Go tinker somewhere else.

And you quit playing that negro music!

Negro music, huh?

I won't let you ruin your technique.

The concert is in one week.

We had an agreement.

-You lost us three days.

I do what you say.

I play the pieces you pick.

I work your f***ing Schumann

till my ears hurt.

So don't freak when I play

some good stuff. -It's noise.

It's mine. It's me.

Understand?

If I hear that stuff again, it's over.

You want me to do a f***ing curtsy, too.

You want your curtsy.

-No, I want you to win.

All you want is

people doing a curtsy for you.

But I won't do that, ever.

For no one.

Want to go inside?

Can't we still let her play the contest?

-After this?!

I know...

But we have such good press.

-The girl does.

''Melancholy behind bars.''

Considering she almost killed two guys,

that's good press!

That's not the whole truth.

-It's the bottom line.

How would the press react if we ruined

her chances two days before the contest?

She ruined it for herself, and I

don't give a sh*t what the papers write.

What if they write about you?

-Me?

''Petty prison officer

prevents world career.''

There's worse:

''Career-bent psychologist helps killer

and puts public at risk...''

That headline is a bit too long.

So how about:

''Prison warden forced to resign.''

Oh, really?

-You bet.

You mean...

-Yes, I do.

Well, I think Mr. Kowalski has a point.

I revoke the leave for your student.

Put her in strict confinement.

We'll investigate.

-You're destroying her life.

Jenny could try again next year.

Then she'd have more time to prepare.

Next year she'll be too old.

And so will I.

That's why I want to tell you something.

How dare you!

They said you're quitting.

Is that true?

Why were you so mean to me?

That hussy just uses our piano.

I donated 500 euros for it,

you know that.

Take as much as you need.

I don't want you

to give it all up, honestly!

And what about last night?

You ask as if I weren't a good person.

You're not all good, either.

It was your idea, wasn't it?

-What if it was?

Go tell warden Meyerbeer the truth.

I have family, Mrs. Krger,

I can't do that.

Oh, give me back my freedom.

Oh, give me back my freedom.

Oh, give...

-And wash away the shame...

... with blood in battle.

They're not allowed in.

Today is my last day.

I just want to get my piano.

Tell me, Mrs. Krger...

What do those guys have

that others don't?

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