Lost Zweig Page #2

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Thank you, darling.

Look, tell Yolanda that her

cuddly favorite has come back.

Look, that American, Welles.

You see, Mr. Zweig?

I carry it wherever I go!

One night in NY, I drank...

I literally drank your book...

your love poem to Brazil...

along with two bottles

of Wild Turkey!

Naturally I pissed out

that poisonous bourbon...

but your description of paradise

stayed right here...

and right here.

I was almost born in Brazil.

Did you know that?

No. But thank you for your

kind words, Mr. Welles.

I just wrote what I saw and felt.

Besides, paradise is only possible

when you look back.

And don't we do that

everyday of our lives?

Mr. Zweig... "tudo Brazil"!

- This means "all is Brazil"...

- I know, I know.

...the wonderful country

of the world!

All is Brazil!

All is Brazil!

Good evening.

Good evening.

Every time I see these

poor Jewish girls...

my heart sinks.

That's life, my dear.

What could we do to help them?

Nothing!

The Jews themselves exploit them.

You know,

Welles practically lives here.

He has fallen in love

with our black girls.

If you don't enjoy life, my dear,

it becomes mournful.

Good evening.

You look gorgeous.

In Brazil we say that

men who sleep with whores...

are the most faithful

to their wives.

She is ready for you.

You just cares

about luxury and wealth

Everything you see you want

Oh my God

How I miss Amelia

That's what you can call a woman

Amelia had no vanity at all

Amelia was a true woman

Amelia had no vanity at all

Amelia was a true woman

Amelia had no vanity at all

Amelia was a true woman

Stefan?

Who is this?

Leave us alone!

Well, Herr Zweig, this is me here.

- I go up there.

- Yes...

- You will be okay on your own?

- Fine, my boy. Fine.

You're really too kind

and generous to me.

Don't worry.

My dear, sweet young man, forgive me.

I... I didn't..

Good night.

Welcome home, Stefan.

Petropolis,

perhaps our home forever.

It's not Salzburg nor London...

but we are alive.

Frederica...

Frederica...

"So many storms,

such destruction at sea...

and within each wave

seen death's own eyes. "

"So many storms,

such destruction at sea...

and within each wave

seen death's own eyes.

All the wars on land,

such hypocrisy...

this disgusting,

compulsive enterprise!

Is there a refuge for human frailty?

Some safe port for our

ephemeral lives...

where serene skies unleash

no well-armed squall...

to rage against creatures...

that are so small?"

Good morning,

Frau Lotte, Herr Zweig.

- Sorry for being late.

- It doesn't matter, Lourdes.

Thank you.

"No further resistance possible.

The whole British Empire hears

news with deepest mourning. "

Excuse me.

What a disaster!

Singapore is now in the hand

of the Japanese.

The whole world is at war...

a war we are surely losing.

And I have to go and

see that Pontes fellow!

I don't know what

you're worrying about.

He seemed a nice man to me.

Why on earth does he want

to see me this morning of all days?

He knows I have

tonight's lecture to prepare.

Please, try to stop

fussing all the time.

Perhaps Pontes wants

to discuss the visas.

Besides, don't forget:

we are just guests

here in this country.

Herr Zweig.

Pleased to meet you.

Take a seat, please.

Santos Dumont

is a grand Brazilian.

He solved the mystery of flight

before the Wright brothers.

Brazilians, you see, not Americans...

were the first humans to fly.

So you say, yes...

Herr Zweig, I'm sure...

you didn't know everything

about Erasmus, Fouch...

Americo Vespucci,

Marie Antoinette...

Kleist, and yet you researched...

and look what wonderful

biographies you produced!

I was interested

in such characters.

Let me explain something

to you, Herr Zweig.

Just for your own good,

you understand.

Brazil is an open country...

made up of all races and creeds,

including Jews...

who live in harmony

with each other.

But we are also trying

to build a new country...

and it is very important how we

are seen by the rest of the world.

That Orson Welles character,

for example.

The Americans think

we are ignorant and stupid.

And they send that...

that communist to film our slums...

to film the worst aspects

of carnival...

a bunch of n*ggers jumping up

and down like the Devil himself!

Forgive me, but...

is this president Roosevelt's

good neighbor policy?

To blacken the name

of our government...

telling Americans that Brazil

is the Eldorado of poverty...

lust and decadence?

Mr. Pontes,

I understand your concern...

but, really, I cannot abide...

simply cannot write to order.

Are you afraid of losing your

readership in the US, Herr Zweig?

But, of course, take your time.

I'm simply a middleman,

a messenger of the President's will.

Mr. Pontes...

I thought we were meeting

to discuss the visas...

your government promised.

Oh yes,

for your Jewish friends in Germany.

Herr Zweig...

forgive me, but these are

troubling times for us all.

The world is at war.

The President promised

almost two months ago.

They may not survive

for much longer!

Just one more thing,

Herr Zweig, about this book.

Santos Dumont's death.

Perhaps you should omit...

that one unholy matter.

To put it in a nutshell, Herr Zweig:

no one, in Vargas's Brazil

kills himself.

Like all geniuses of his kind...

my eulogy may cause

this talented Austrian...

of noble lineage

some embarrassment.

But I need not tell you

what an honor it is...

to have this rare opportunity...

to hear the man who "reinvented"

our country with his book...

"Brazil:
Land of the Future".

Stefan Zweig...

is an example of the unyielding,

unbendable intellectual.

This man is an example of

resistance and moral coherence...

when many others prefer

to conform or abandon ship.

This man is a true champion.

Please let's welcome

Herr Stefan Zweig!

Please, girls. Please. Hurry up.

Hurry, hurry! Quickly.

Thank you. You can put it here.

There. Thank you.

In these times...

we live through

facts excessively quickly...

and we live through

too many facts...

to remember them properly.

I am unable to identify...

the "I" of my passport...

with that of the writer

in permanent exile.

A man without a country,

ironically, is a free man.

Our country has been taken

by your pal Vargas!

He's right!

Put yourself in our place!

Some of you...

question my devotion to freedom.

Well, I've always spoken

publicly against oppression...

against the violence

that dictatorships wield.

Against the suppression of freedom...

which I have known, believe me,

all too frequently in my life.

I have no freedom!

What about Vargas?!

It is impossible for anyone

to remove himself from the world.

- Quiet!

- Respect!

But I think an artist should

never subjugate himself...

to any party or

to the ideology in fashion.

He who allows himself

to think freely...

honors freedom on earth.

Jew, out!

My book has been misunderstood.

It's so unfair. Don't they see

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