Moral 63 Page #6

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become a merchant or money-maker.

They are almost dry.

In a minute I'll be gone again, and leave

you with your Vivaldi and thoughts.

I'm not throwing you out...

into the darkness.

If I stay any longer, you'll be calling

out in vain to your brothers.

Like Joseph, so that they assist you.

Are you coming again?

- Why should I?

This pad is too romantic for me.

If I move out of here, how would

you find out my new address?

From your landlady. -What else can I

do so that you come back?

You have to know that yourself.

Many thanks for the warmth.

Your papers, please.

- There you are, madam.

How old are you?

- Just turned 21.

21. Very good.

We'll have to change your

hairdo somewhat.

Proof of age?

- It must be there.

Ah yes, here. Very nice.

Good evening.

Any special knowledge?

- Latin and French.

And what about languages?

I mean, no English? -Yes, that

too, but sadly not perfect.

That doesn't matter. You can make up for

all that here. And what about literature?

Oh yes, I have loved reading my whole

life. -Very good, my child. Take a seat.

Good evening.

- Good evening.

Are you musical?

- I think so.

Do you play an instrument?

- Flute.

Ah, you play the flute! That will

bring our guests great joy.

Good evening. Is Marion back already?

- No.

I also play the piano, of course.

- Do you love Brahms?

Actually, I prefer Bach. -Bach! That's a

perfect fit. You see, we have a spinet.

I will have it tuned just for you.

Good evening.

- Good evening.

Well, how was it? -I'll tell you in a

minute. I just have to get changed.

Did you find him?

- Yes, yes.

Goodbye, madam.

- Goodbye, my child.

Well, now tell me.

He is a nice boy. I wouldn't

have expected that of you.

Maybe... he is only an exception because

he wants to become a genius.

Genius? Genius. What a joke!

We don't produce those anymore. The

preproduction costs are too high.

Only two types still exist:

millionaires and non-millionaires.

You are convinced that money is

everything. Your son disagrees.

That is his perfect right.

I don't care if he values money or not, but

that he disrespects my work is too much.

When I look at the sons of my

tenants or colleagues...

They tear down their studies,

make money like their fathers,

and live like gods of the republic.

You have three children. You claim your

two daughters are real prodigies.

Isn't that enough?

Of course. They are everything to me.

But should my factory fall into the

hands of rotten sons-in-law someday?

No. I'd rather burn it down.

Say, you have now seen

him and spoken to him.

Maybe it would be a big and rewarding

task for you to take him into your hands.

Or into you bed. And try to turn

him into a sensible guy.

What is, to your mind, "sensible"?

That he doesn't study philosophy

or some other such nonsense.

Rather business! And he should think

about being my successor someday.

Don't you have any scruples?

I thought your wife had

a moral addiction?

That's good for the daughters.

They have to be without reproach.

But a young man needs

experience, not morals.

Emotionally. You have to approach

him emotionally.

Otherwise he won't respond.

It would be profitable for you.

I'll recognize you in my will.

Ladies and gentlemen, we find ourselves

at a dizzying height. Behind us is

Father Rhine. Under us is at least ten

meters, but for you, dear listeners,

we will not shrink from any danger. We

look through keyholes at totally unknown

beds, we photograph divides and chasms

of moral and human depravity...

Somebody fell out of a tree.

Can I help you? -Thanks, but I'll

make it to the car.

I saw you fall. -From the tree? -Yes, from

the tree. -I don't know how it happened.

You had to fall. -Why did I have to?

- It was sawed into at my instruction.

You inadvertently trespassed in my

zone of reconnaissance.

Who are you anyway?

Von Huempheden, Retired General.

I wish you a pleasant Sunday.

"Retired" must be a joke.

You're still quite active,

but be careful not

to step onto a mine.

"Retired". Old boob.

You see how nice we are. We're leaving

again. -You don't like us, hmm?

We don't like you either. You're

too stubborn.

But you could do your duty

as a brother anyway.

And that would be? -When Mom calls,

tell her we're sleeping at your place.

That we've gone to the movies with a

friend, and are then coming to you.

Why should I deceive for you? I can't do

that to Dad, who sees you as pure gold.

Don't make dear Dad unhappy.

- And don't be a party pooper.

We would say good things about you.

Will you do it, or is deception too

difficult for you?

Certainly not. After all, I come from

the same family as you.

We are ready to reciprocate your

favour. Your loving sisters.

Hello.

"Good evening, madam. I'm happy to see

you again. " -Good evening. Please enter.

It sounds pathetic, but

that's how it is.

I almost went crazy, because I was

scared you wouldn't return.

Really?

- Yes.

Who furnished this?

- An architect. How is it?

Pretty. Only a little impersonal.

Lipstick. With whom are you

cheating on me?

My sisters were just here. They needed

an alibi for tonight.

An alibi. Are they that young?

- Seventeen.

My father would kill them

if he knew...

Yes?

Good evening, Mom. To the movies.

Afterwards they're coming to me.

Yes, of course. I'll send them

home to you tomorrow.

Goodnight, Mom.

The holy family. One just can't

look too closely.

You don't seem to think much

of your family.

Everybody lies to everyone else.

Everyone does what he wants.

They all feign great happiness.

I hate this untruthfulness.

What will you have to drink?

If you keep speaking to me so formally,

I fear for the rest of the evening.

I'd like to have a cognac.

To me you are like a... singular angel.

I'm like all others. I take what I want,

and watch out that I don't pay too much.

I'm not buying it.

Why? Today we all find an excuse for

why we are the way we are.

You will also need an excuse sometime.

Until then, you're dreaming.

There are medications to

keep me from waking up.

Yeah. Me.

You'll have a hard time

getting rid of me.

I don't want to get rid of you.

I will be your lover.

No more... and no less.

And you won't ask any stupid questions.

In a year you will have

forgotten me anyway.

But I could bring you to your car.

With what? Besides, I can park in

front of your house with my car.

But that would be against our agreement.

Be peaceful, my love.

Society for the Purpose of Interpersonal

Relationships (Registered Association)

Pardon me, can you tell me what kind

of establishment that is?

I don't know, sir. Not yet.

It looks unquestionably like the societal

disguise of the secretive predecessor.

Why are you interested in it?

Are you also a journalist?

No, no. I'm interested in the

woman who just walked in.

She's probably on a mission for a

foreign power. -Why do you assume that?

Intuition, sir. An old soldier

lives on intuition.

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