Four Minutes Page #4

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One's a murderer

and the other raped his niece.

I'll miss you, Mrs. Krger.

Thank you.

In about four hours

all hell will break loose.

Goodbye.

So farewell, my dear little table.

Manon in Manon?

Get a good price for it.

You've got a lot ofjunk.

-Your dress is over there.

Your shoes are polished.

-Who'll get all this when you're dead?

Hurry up.

You still need to change.

I'm going to have some water.

Hello, this is Mrs. Krger...

I'm calling about Jenny von Loeben.

Yes, we're coming after all.

I'm glad, too.

Are you in charge of the contest?

Please fetch him.

I thought you didn't drink alcohol.

Jenny, put some clothes on!

-I thought you didn't drink, general.

Please.

He was here?

-Not now...

No, we'll talk about it now.

-Jenny, we need to hurry...

Hang up and tell me

what my f***ing father was doing here,

or I'll have a fit right now.

It's true, he was here.

-F***ing sh*t!

Stop it, please!

-Oh, sh*t!

He bought you.

He planned the whole thing!

No, he didn't.

He checks out the prison,

follows the pathetic teacher

into her pathetic apartment

and opens his fat wallet.

You've got it wrong.

-You lied to me.

No.

-Yes, the whole time.

And the dress?

Did he pick it?

Did he buy the goddamn dress?

And the hand ointments?

Did he choose the music, too?

Did my father pick Schumann?

He probably got me out of jail.

Since you weren't able to, granny.

Believe me, I never took any money.

I don't care about money.

I only love music.

Nobody only loves music.

You get off on having a hot student.

You're vain and eaten up by ambition.

You don't care about me.

But Jenny...

I told you from the start

that I don't care about you.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Away.

We could still make it.

Open the door.

Look at this.

-What's it about?

Who I am.

-I know you're a stupid whore.

No, I'm a stupid lesbian.

-See?

What did you say?

That's your way of talking, isn't it?

I once loved a woman.

She's dead.

I still love her.

It's all in there.

Eat it. Come on.

-Jenny...

You don't believe me?

-Eat it!

Eat it, goddamn it!

Jenny, don't...

-If you follow me, I'll hit you!

Jenny, wait!

You little rat!

You hit me.

I warned you.

Did anyone see us?

What was she like?

Different.

-It says 'communist' here.

That's what I mean.

No one saw us.

Hannah knew what hatred is.

And she knew what love is.

Most people are happy

to be kissed good-night.

She took the photo three days

before her arrest.

A comrade of hers was tortured

and gave away her name.

Hannah was going to be decapitated.

But...

... on the day of her execution

a bomb destroyed the scaffold.

So they thought of something else.

Am I supposed to cry now?

Do you think it's easy?

You think today was an easy day for me?

Why do you think

I've stayed here for 60 years?

Because of a dead body?

Great!

A lesbian who likes corpses.

You're a perverted freak, madam.

How dare you!

How dare you talk like that?

I've worked very hard for this day.

I've overlooked your respectless manners

and your fits.

I got you out of prison.

I told you about the only person...

... I care about,

and you walk all over me!

I didn't mean to... -You don't know

about the ease of annihilation!

How dare you

flush your talent down the toilet?

Listen...

-Shut up!

They just murdered this woman.

Even though, unlike you,

she hadn't done anything!

Maybe she had a talent, too.

Perhaps she would have done anything...

to live out that talent.

What else is there in life?

What's our purpose, Jenny von Loeben?

To break someone's skull?

Or to waste away

in a prison cell for decades?

Or to reduce the world to rubble?

We all have a job to do, damn it!

I don't know what my job here was.

Maybe just to persevere.

But yourjob...

... is as clear as a bright day.

It is yourjob...

... and excuse my language...

... to get your lazy ass out of my chair

and get moving.

Yourjob starts in two hours.

In the Deutsche Oper.

That, Jenny... is yourjob!

Good evening.

It's already started.

-I'm a finalist.

At the youth competition?

Jenny von Loeben!

I called two hours ago.

We were delayed.

I need to see her ID.

-Please!

Or something similar.

-I'll be right back.

This is indeed Ms. von Loeben.

-And you are?

Her father.

Her name is on my family swim pass.

Schumann... is a good choice.

I hope you win, Jenny.

I hope you die, Daddy.

He knows nothing about Schumann.

It was my choice, not his.

You'll play it beautifully.

Two minutes to go.

Good luck.

Beautiful hands.

Thanks.

Ladies and gentlemen...

... please welcome

Jenny von Loeben.

We are going to hear

Schumann's A Minor Concert.

I did it, I got her out.

Oh my, Mrs. Krger,

now we're in deep sh*t.

Give her those few minutes.

Please.

Please.

-What do you mean by a few minutes?

Four.

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