Moral 63 Page #3
- Year:
- 1963
- 100 min
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Because, it is written,
"Beware of scribes".
Why are you repudiating me? -Because you
don't do so yourself, or take your cross.
You'd rather get into your Rolls Royce.
You're so rich, you won't have
an easy time getting into heaven.
But affluence is also a gift from God.
- Of course, everything comes from God.
Your beauty, his affluence.
- Even my cooks. -Even them!
That's why I won't thank you for the
invitation. Rather, I will savour the food.
And, was everything okay, Pastor?
I will have to let you go, Rosie. You
cook too well, and will seduce the pastor
towards overindulgence.
He will get over it. -You haven't been
to confession in a long time, my child.
You know it anyway, Reverend.
It's always the same.
Bad enough. -Should I prepare
one of the guest rooms?
No.
Whoever tries to lead one of these small
ones who believes in me to sin,
it would be better for him to have a
millstone around his neck and be
sunk to the bottom of the deep ocean.
Amen. -Cold coffee, Reverend?
- Yes, as usual. For my friend, too.
Dr. Kaempfer's house. Doctor,
Bonn is on the line.
Connect me to the gentleman.
- I'll hand you over.
Yes?
He plays very nicely.
- Yes, it always starts that way.
They all fall for it.
When one hears him play like that,
one can forgive him certain things.
But he's a real hypocrite, as
the pastor always says.
In his business dealings, as with
his dealings with women.
Yet, you should read his editorials.
They drip with moralism and
other such sanctimony.
Does he always have 2 or 3
girlfriends at the same time?
Of course. Starting with friends
who want to be amused.
But naturally he tries them out first.
Is he generous? -Well, a small apartment,
a few clothes, maybe a cheap bracelet.
And, uh, how does he react when
he is rejected?
It doesn't matter to him.
He can pick and choose.
Get dressed. We're going.
You're not placing any worth
on getting a position from him?
What's this supposed to be?
We just wanted to say goodbye and
thank you for the nice afternoon.
You must be joking.
Why would that be a joke? It's totally
normal to go home at 11 p. m. -Oh
Besides, tomorrow is the start of a new
week. -Pfft, what's starting for you?
Do you want to call all the numbers in
the Yellow Pages to find a new position?
No, tomorrow I have to look nice.
I want to try heavy industry.
Rubbish! Pure rubbish.
It's much too arduous to try to talk a
young woman out of nonsensical ideas.
You're no longer fifteen, and I'm
no longer twenty-five.
I haven't understood a word.
Whatever you say.
Sh*t! What are you
going to do now?
Do you think he'll follow you?
Then you don't know him well.
He doesn't need to.
Where do you live? -Oh, down there, 10th St,
on the right. -Nice, I'm across from you.
Are you waiting for a taxi?
- Can I drive you somewhere?
You take it. I don't have far to go.
- OK, bye. I'll take the ride.
We can go. I live straight ahead.
Hey, do we want to go get a drink?
- No, we don't want to. I have to go home.
I told you to go straight ahead, please.
Don't talk nonsense. It's 11 p. m. You
sashay down the street looking for
a pair of pants. I stop, you get in,
and suddenly you play the fancy lady,
and I'm supposed to be your chauffeur
who takes you home.
Even the nutcases are laughing.
You have lost your mind.
What are you thinking?
Let go of me! -I only want
the taxi fare. -Help!
Help!
- Hey you!
Are you hurt? Here,
I'll help you.
Did you call for help? -Yes. -The guy
who took off as I turned the corner?
Yes. A light-coloured Mercedes.
Did anything happen to you?
- No, no, my glasses are broken.
Where do you live?
Here. I was just coming out of the cinema
when the stranger started bothering me,
and this gentleman saved me.
Well, OK then. Have a good night.
That way one becomes the
protector of virtue.
But it was very kind anyway. -I need a
taxi. Can't drive without glasses.
Get in. I'll drive you. -What, do you
know this car? -Yes, yes.
The doctor said you need to rest.
- Wait a minute!
Here, you have to take
this medicine, too.
It's not a concussion. Only shock.
Thank you.
Hello, Editorial. Why didn't you answer,
miss? So, please write this down.
On the edge of the box on the first page,
in semibold is the lead, under "Local".
Maybe you will find a suitable
picture of me in the archives.
What? Of me! Now, on
to the text, please.
We all know that Dr. Alois Kaempfer,
publisher and chief editor of our paper,
abhors being mentioned in his own
newspaper. Got it? "Abhors".
Our readers all know Dr. K as a tireless
fighter for freedom, rights,
and cleanliness, and against
corruption and immorality.
It corresponds completely with the
Kaempferesque character of Dr. Kaempfer
that he rescued a woman from the clutches
of a sexual fiend this evening.
serious jaw injury.
We believe we shouldn't withhold this
information from our readers,
even at the risk of arousing
our boss's displeasure.
We wish Dr. K a speedy recovery.
That's it. Thanks.
Where are you going?
- Home.
Stay... please.
You're not my type.
You would have to come up
with a lot.
I could make something of you.
- Really?
What, for instance?
To begin with, a lady. -Haven't you
noticed that I am one already?
Yes, but you're missing a few things.
Such as jewellery.
Please give me my suit coat.
Here, as a small jump start.
There would be much more
in there for you.
Thank you kindly.
Yes, what is it? What sort of headline?
Oh, for my article. Can't you find one?
So just write, "Good Deed in Silence".
I decided to become his
employee after all.
He had a lot of power. With his
newspapers he could lift up people,
or topple them, too, provided
he knew enough about them.
I taught him the necessary
elements of intimacy.
And that's how I became, for a
while, his right-hand woman.
I don't know if he suddenly became
frightened of me because I knew too much.
At any rate, one day he told me he
wanted to open a liaison office in Bonn,
whose management I was to take over.
It was fine with me, because as time
went on, it became more complicated
to live next to him.
Hurry up, guys!
Please love Bonn, madam,
please love Bonn.
Where German hearts soar with pride.
Please love Bonn, madam,
do you know Bonn?
Thank you.
Where, however, red
roses never wither.
Do you love Bonn, madam? -Pardon?
- Do you love Bonn?
I don't know yet.
A purely rhetorical question I ask
every visitor, because then he can still
say something bad about Bonn.
Once you know the city, you will see that
there's no truth to what some people say.
Many good things can be said about Bonn.
Such as that it is situated on the Rhine,
and that it doesn't cling to the old.
That's visible in all the new buildings,
and the appearance of the
Bundestag building.
These walls seem to be built to last.
No Entry!
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