Martha Page #3

-That's all right with you, my dear? | -Oh yes, of course.

Martha, not before breakfast.

It's good that someone watches my health.

How easily one forgets oneself.

Yes, Martha, that's true.

The worst thing when one's traveling...

is that one has to put up | with local customs.

In South America, for example, | there's no tea with breakfast.

One's compelled to drink coffee. | How I've suffered.

Every morning:
coffee...

for nine months. | And the food in general!

But one has to eat...

and one gets used to everything.

My God, yes. | We've never talked about food.

What's your favorite dish?

My favorite dish?

That's not so easy.

Pig's kidneys in Burgundy sauce, I'd say.

Pig's kidneys? My God, just like father!

But one has to avoid things like that | in southern climes.

One never knows what one's really getting.

Poor thing! | I hope your long journey will soon be over.

In the next few years I'll be in Germany, | Switzerland and Austria.

I can get home every weekend.

Would you mind creaming me?

-Martha, you've got such white skin... | -Yes?

I'd like you to get brown quickly.

All this white skin.

What if I get sunburned?

Ah, the sun's not really strong here.

All right. | If you want me to get brown...

What are you reading?

Professor Hans Kilian's | The Dispossessed Consciousness.

Is it interesting?

That depends.

If one understands the subject, | it's interesting.

Ilse's given up her job.

That's sensible.

If a man can support his wife, | it's embarrassing if she works.

That may be true of Ilse.

She hated her work.

But if a woman loves her work...

it can be something wonderful.

Still no better?

You fell asleep, Martha.

You mustn't sleep in the sun.

The body has no resistance then.

You are beautiful, Martha.

Am I?

Helmut...aren't we going home?

-Of course we are. | -But...this is the wrong direction.

We live over there, in my parents' house.

We're not going to live there. | I've rented a house...

Colonel Olbricht's house.

But Helmut... | a murder was committed in that house.

That's why it was cheaper.

You're not afraid, Martha?

No, it's just that...

I was used to my parents' house.

My whole childhood... | All those memories...

I was happy in that house. And now...

And now?

That's precisely the point, Martha.

We want to make a new start, | a completely new life...

Don't we?

I wanted to ask you a favor.

Here, in the house...

you know I can't stand smoking.

If you want to smoke, | do it on the verandah.

To please me, hmm?

Where is the verandah?

Please.

Maybe I could...

What?

Maybe I could have...

my own furniture?

But Martha... | the style wouldn't fit here.

You'll get used to it.

You shouldn't be so sad.

I, a whole week without you.

I'll be back on Friday.

I'll be thinking of you all the time.

Maybe your ears will burn.

Good morning.

Hello, Mrs. Salomon.

I said, "Good morning."

All right, I'll say it again: Good morning.

What are you doing here?

What am I doing?

I don't understand...

Your husband handed in your resignation | long ago.

-My job? | -Yes.

Oh, that's...

that's right.

My God, I...

I just wanted to borrow a book. | That's right.

Of course. Make yourself at home. | Drop in any time.

Hello, can I speak to Mrs. Ilse Salomon?

Oh...they're on vacation?

When do you expect them back?

In two weeks.

Can't be helped, then.

Thanks all the same.

Aren't you a bit too old | for a hairstyle like that?

Don't cry, please.

I was so looking forward to seeing you.

You did it for me, didn't you?

If I find your hairstyle funny...

I know that you meant well.

Laugh now, come on.

What have you been up to | the whole week, my dear?

Nothing much.

I tried to read a book. | But the story wasn't interesting.

-Helmut? | -Yes?

-Why didn't you tell me? | -What?

The business of my resignation.

What business?

You mean your job?

We settled that long ago.

I made it quite clear, | I didn't want my wife to work.

You hadn't forgotten?

-Come with me. | -Where?

-Where do you think? | -Now?

Dinner's ready and...

it's not dark yet.

I'm sorry, Martha. I hurt you.

Try to understand, | it's because I love you so much.

I've been yearning for you all week.

When I hold you in my arms | I don't know what I'm doing.

That should tell you how much I love you.

Martha?

Are you still angry with me?

No, Helmut, no. I'm not angry with you.

Now I know.

For a moment...

I was so frightened.

Oh, Helmut, forgive me.

Yes, Martha. I forgive you.

Come on now. I need you.

-By the way, Martha. | -Yes?

I bought you a present. A record.

That's good of you. Thank you.

Do you listen to this dreadful music?

What?

Donizetti, Lucia di Lammermoor.

Yes. I like it very much.

But Martha, that's not music. It's...

Slime. Pure slime.

I don't understand anything about music.

I just like to listen to it...

This is music.

This is what you must listen to.

Orlando di Lasso.

Yes, probably. Of course.

But...

I must get back to the kitchen...dinner.

That's what you must listen to, | over and over again...

-Until you understand what it is. | -Yes, Helmut. I'll try.

-What's this? | -That?

Pig's kidneys.

Pig's kidneys in Burgundy sauce.

I took great trouble...

I'm sorry, Martha. | Did you forget I'm allergic to offal?

I have been for years. Always.

No, Helmut. That's your favorite dish.

Pig's kidneys in Burgundy sauce.

There's no need to cry. No need at all.

I see that you meant well.

Yes, you can see that.

Of course, my darling.

Of course I see it.

You're just a bit confused. | You're mixing things up.

Don't worry about it. It'll pass.

Did your father like pig's kidneys?

Just think!

Father?

Yes, it was father's favorite dish.

There you are. We've cleared it up.

Let's go in the kitchen | and cook something quickly...

For me, anything will do.

Here's a book about dam engineering | for you to read.

You've a whole week to read it.

I want you to understand my work | so that I can talk with you.

For the vibro-compaction...

necessary for high-grade concrete...

the water-cement factor...

should not exceed 0.45.

Hello, Marianne. Martha here.

I've been trying to reach you | for over a week.

Yes, fine. At three? Okay, see you then.

How do you like married life?

It's all so...new for me.

And not as great | as you thought it would be?

I always told you...

not to have such high hopes.

But...

you know...

it isn't as you described it either.

How is it then?

Hard to say.

It's just so different.

You've got one of the most attractive men | I know.

You think so?

But...he's...

a bit strange.

What do you mean, "strange"? | He loves you?

Oh yes.

He loves me beyond all bounds.

And yet he still seems very strange.

Just you wait. | One day he'll seem very ordinary to you.

You think so?

Yes, that would be lovely.

It would be quite wonderful.

What's so strange about your husband?

I can't think of anything when you ask.

I don't want to say he frightens me, | but...

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