Mother Kusters Goes to Heaven Page #7

is a long time for two people

to be together.

I thought I knew him...

and I thought there was no need to talk.

We knew everything there was to know.

But that's not true...

not true at all.

We have no idea.

How my husband must have suffered

to have done what he did!

And I knew nothing about it.

Is that life?

Other people's problems,

that's what he talked about.

But we never really learned...

how to live together, or we weren't able

to get through to each other.

How desperate he must have been,

not knowing which way to turn!

He had nobody like you to talk to...

who might have told him what was right.

Things would have been different then.

And he wouldn't

have been used after his death...

to fill those magazines with lies.

My husband is no murderer.

And he's not crazy either.

He's a man who hit back...

because he was beaten all his life.

Beaten...

and trampled on.

If it's true what I've heard here...

that 1 percent of the population...

owns 80 percent of all wealth...

then he tried in his own way...

to fight this injustice.

The way he did it...

was wrong...

but I want to make amends for that.

I, Emma Ksters...

will join you in your struggle

for justice today.

Hello!

Congratulations!

What you said was very good.

Really? I just said...

what came to my mind.

Yes, that was right.

Everything else in there is empty talk.

I don't know. I like it here.

Because you think they care about you.

But you're wrong.

But...

You're for it with all your heart.

But them in there!

Take a good look at those people!

Do you think they mean

all they say, like you?

Yes.

That's why I joined the Party.

Because they misled you.

They're all talk and no action.

And so it goes on for years...

until the goals they once had

are forgotten.

But they want to help me

clear my husband's name!

You really believe that?

Sure, I believe you believe it.

But those people

don't give a sh*t about your husband.

When you talk like that, it makes me sad.

What you need, Mrs. Ksters,

is a striking action.

Something to make people sit up

and take notice.

To shake them out of their sleep.

Action?

What sort of an action?

We'd have to consider that.

But something can certainly be done.

You can always do something.

If you ever need me, my name's Knab.

Horst Knab. I live at 24 Westendstrasse.

You never know.

Horst Knab, Westend...

I don't understand a thing.

You impressed them

tremendously, Mrs. Ksters.

Did I?

I'm glad.

It was great, what you said.

It really got under their skin.

I thought I'd just talk,

as if someone were sitting there...

listening sympathetically.

That's all there was to it.

The people were all very quiet...

and I wasn't afraid anymore.

Yes, we could tell

you weren't afraid anymore.

That was good.

When I went outside...

to the ladies' room...

someone approached me...

and said such strange things.

He said I needed an action.

"An action." That's what he said.

Knab's his name, Horst Knab.

He's one of those who want to destroy,

instead of building things up.

They are people...

we can't even talk with anymore.

We have nothing to do with them.

They're...

anarchists, Mrs. Ksters.

They are our enemies.

I told him right away...

I'd joined the Party...

because I believe

it'll help me with Hermann...

and so on.

You can rest assured

we will not leave you in the lurch.

It's not much farther.

Here we are.

Thanks for everything!

Good night!

Haven't you promised

the woman too much?

She's just waiting and waiting.

I thought something would happen.

I sit at home...

but nobody calls, nobody comes by.

Why doesn't the Party do anything?

We wanted to go to the factories

and tell people the truth...

about my husband.

But nothing!

You must be patient, Mrs. Ksters.

It's a slow process.

But not that slow!

People forget so quickly.

If we don't act now, it'll just fade away.

But Mrs. Ksters...

we can't work miracles.

We promised to help you, and we will.

But we must act now,

while it's still fresh in people's minds!

Why aren't you doing anything?

My dear Mrs. Ksters, we are very busy.

We're in the middle

of an election campaign.

We need to gain new voters.

That's our main task right now.

We won't forget you,

but we have to put your case on hold.

There'll be time enough

after the campaign.

But I need it now!

Something has to happen now! Now!

You can't let me down like that.

No one's letting you down...

but we have more pressing problems.

"The Party's right in any situation,

fighting lies and exploitation!"

Karl!

Your party's a bourgeois party,

Mrs. Ksters, that's all.

Well?

All parties are.

But your party's a small party.

The smaller the party, the less power

it has and the less courage.

They certainly didn't help with Hermann.

Because they can't.

It's obvious.

They stick to the constitution

and try to keep a low profile.

But they promised me!

They have to lie, like all the others.

But we don't have to lie.

We're answerable only to ourselves.

We are free.

Maybe. But what can you do?

There are even fewer of you.

That's true.

But we make up for that with spirit.

We have more guts, Mrs. Ksters.

I was thinking.

We could just enter the editorial office...

and demand a retraction of the article.

We'd sit on the floor and stay there...

until our demands are met.

You understand? Four or five people...

and you.

Yes, I see.

- And you think that would help?

- Of course it would help.

The whole nation would take notice.

You want everyone to think about

your husband, don't you?

Yes, I do.

But...

There's nothing to be afraid of.

It's the only way to achieve

anything in this case.

Believe me!

I'll think it over.

I have to think it over first.

Maybe you're right.

Another cup?

Yes, please! Thanks.

I promised my Hermann.

Into his grave, I promised him.

Into his grave...

- We want to see Mr. Niemeyer.

- Yes. What is it about?

We want to tell him personally.

It's important.

- Do you know where Niemeyer is?

- No idea. You can see he's not here.

- Then we'll talk to the editor.

- He's in a meeting.

Then get him out! It's important!

We have important information.

Take it easy, young man!

I'll try, if you insist.

Dr. Linke?

There are some people here who say

they have important information.

No, he's not here.

Take a seat! He won't be long.

Well, what is it?

You have some information?

My name's Ksters, Mr...

Linke.

Ksters?

- But that's-

- Exactly.

She's the wife of your "factory murderer."

- Mine?

- Sure!

Your factory murderer.

He's not ours, is he?

No, he's not our factory murderer.

He's yours.

And you're responsible

for this defamation.

To be quite frank,

I can't remember the details.

It was some months ago.

For me, it's right here.

Closer than anything.

And I want you to print

the truth about my husband.

- That's why we're here.

- My dear woman...

if we printed a retraction

every time someone complained...

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