Mother Kusters Goes to Heaven Page #5

He was himself to blame.

Added to which he killed Dr. Berthold...

causing serious harm publicly...

to the firm and the staff.

The publicity has seriously affected

industrial relations.

I can assure you...

you have no legal claim.

The secretary of the chemical

workers' union confirmed that.

As you can see,

I've explored all possibilities.

I am very sorry.

You needn't be sorry.

You needn't be sorry at all.

I have my two hands.

I'll manage.

Well, thanks a lot, Mr...

Holzapfel.

- But what are you doing? Why?

- I'm moving out, Mother.

But why? There's enough room here.

Don't worry about me. I'll manage.

Don't you like it here?

Of course I like it.

But I don't get along with Helene, and...

Helene! This is my home, not Helene's.

Now everyone's deserting me.

I'll come to visit, Mother.

But I also need to be alone.

Everyone needs that.

- Everyone needs a place of their own.

- I understand you.

Don't cry, Mother. I don't like it

when you cry. Please don't cry!

You're moving in with

that man, aren't you?

Mom! It's my life.

I'm not the youngest anymore...

and Ernst and Helene will be back soon...

and you won't be alone anymore.

It's all right, my dear.

If you don't mind,

I'd like to come and see you.

I need to talk to someone.

My daughter's left, too.

Now I'm all alone.

We told you, you're welcome anytime.

Mrs. Ksters. She wants to come by.

We'd be delighted, Mrs. Ksters.

I'll be right there. It's not far.

Thanks. See you soon.

Come in, Mrs. Ksters!

I'll show you something,

and you can tell me what you think.

- I'll make you some coffee.

- Thanks.

This is my paper.

I've written an article

that also deals with your husband's case.

You know that dreadful story

they published in that magazine?

I want you to compare it

with what I wrote.

Yes, it was terrible.

Terrible!

When I read it, everything was a blur.

I felt all dizzy.

And I trusted him!

The swine...

the filthy swine!

He's not a human being,

that reporter, he's an animal.

He wanted to write the truth, he said...

the truth about Hermann.

He was quiet and even-tempered,

my Hermann.

Now he's portrayed

as a drunkard and a bully...

- and he can't defend himself anymore.

- Your husband must be rehabilitated...

his name cleared!

That's why my husband wrote the article.

Read it yourself!

That's better, much better!

What you've written is true.

But who'll read it?

That's only read by...

Not very many yet...

but more every day.

And time, Mother Ksters...

time is on our side.

It would be good, very good,

if lots of people would read this...

and not just the magazine story.

But that's how it is.

We're in God's hands.

No, Mother Ksters.

It's not God-given the way things are.

Things can be changed.

And any change...

can only be for the better.

- But God-

- God is God...

and life is life.

And people are responsible

for their own lives.

I don't know...

Maybe you're right.

But what you wrote is good.

I thank you for it.

You don't have to thank me.

It was no more than my duty.

It didn't stop raining,

and it didn't get properly light.

You should have gone south.

It rains in the south, too.

He did nothing but complain

and was in a terrible mood.

With that weather!

There are lovely woods up there.

He was just too lazy to go for a walk.

If you slave away all year...

you want a restful, lazy vacation.

I slave away all year, too.

But sitting down.

Oh, yes! Mother and son!

Stick together!

I'm not taking any more of this.

Always arguing, ganging up on me.

I'm moving out!

You can stay with your mother.

I'll manage.

But...

She doesn't mean it, Mom.

She's just sore about the vacation.

It didn't turn out as she'd planned.

She doesn't like being in the wrong.

And in her condition!

I had children, too,

but I didn't behave like that.

Nobody's done anything to her.

I'm moving out.

That does it! I'll show you!

Hello, I saw your ad in the paper.

You have a furnished apartment?

Yes, I'd be interested. Is it quiet?

Oh, I see.

That's too bad. Goodbye!

- Ernst?

- Yes?

You planned this during your vacation.

Moving out.

But, Mom!

Never mind!

It's all right.

Hello?

Yes, I'm looking for something furnished.

Three rooms if possible.

No?

Well, thanks anyway.

Goodbye!

All the same, I'll manage!

Me, too, Helene!

I'll manage, too.

Even if you all desert me,

it doesn't matter.

On the contrary, it gives me strength.

I promised Dad into his grave

that I'd cherish his memory.

You two couldn't care less.

But I'm going to fight.

What kind of talk is that, Mom?

And what does it have to do with Dad?

That's my business.

And now I even ask you both to move out.

I ask you to.

But, Mom!

- Well, Helene? Have a good rest?

- Not bad.

To what do we owe the honor

of your visit?

I just want to pick up some stuff I forgot.

Don't worry! I'm going again.

What's going on here?

No idea!

- Mom's just talking nonsense.

- I'm not talking nonsense!

- Never mind, Mom, we're all nuts.

- Maybe you are.

I've got my wits about me.

Mom keeps talking about fighting.

Do you know what it's all about?

Leave her! She has her own notions.

Mom, today's my first show in Frankfurt.

Want to come? With Ernst and Helene?

- Thanks. I'd rather stay at home.

- Then you come with Ernst.

If you think so.

And if Ernst goes.

Great! See you tonight! Bye!

Singing! Don't make me laugh!

You see, I'm all international tonight.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I have a sensation for you.

Something that's never been seen before!

Ladies and gentlemen,

what I'm presenting tonight...

is more than just a smash hit.

It's nothing less than a miracle!

A slip of a girl...

but with such a voice...

with so much power and drive,

so much strength,

she'll bring the house down.

You'll get your money's worth tonight.

I present to you...

I don't want to brag too much,

or I might disappoint you.

At fairs, they used to show

the female torso...

and the bearded lady. Do you remember?

The lady with three breasts...

None of that I can offer you tonight.

What I can offer is something more.

An experience, a sensation.

Polish your glasses! Loosen your ties!

That's right!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you today, here, at this hour...

the sensation!

Ladies and gentlemen...

I present to you

not the living female torso.

I present to you...

the daughter of the factory murderer!

Oh, my God!

How can they allow that?

Here she is!

The streets, they stink

of dirt and sh*t

My chances sink

'cause Fred has quit

The sun is low

He let me go

I'm digging my grave

and no one says "no"

says "no", says "no"

Men, they forget

us women so quick.

That skin of theirs

is so damned thick

Women are women

from their heads to their toes

But sadly, with men

you're not clear how it goes

They brag about courage

they don't really have

Then they take their bow

without asking your leave

My Fred was all right

his kisses were sweet

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