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Mother Kusters Goes to Heaven Page #8
- Year:
- 1975
- 108 min
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where would we be?
Write a reader's letter.
- No!
I can't wait any longer.
I want something to happen today!
I'm sorry, madam,
but I must ask you to leave.
You refuse?
I won't be blackmailed.
- Then-
- Then maybe this will persuade you!
But...
We declare the office occupied.
You are all our hostages.
Follow our instructions
and nothing will happen to you!
Against the wall!
And you! Call the guy
who wrote that article!
Yes?
What's up?
But that's...
Old Mrs. Ksters?
Others, too?
What do they want?
I see.
Hostages?
Of course. I'll be right there!
- What's going on?
- I have to go to the office.
- Where?
- The editorial office.
Some anarchists are up to something.
To what?
They've taken hostages.
Where?
At the editorial office, darling.
- What's that about my mother?
- Your mother?
You just said "old Mrs. Ksters."
Yes, darling. Your mother's with them.
Mother?
I don't believe it!
It's ridiculous!
Maybe...
maybe not.
Anyway, it has to do with my article.
That's why I have to go.
- Mother with anarchists?
- God! I don't know any details!
Why are you shouting? What did I do?
I'm nervous.
I'm sorry.
I'll give you a call, okay?
Bye!
Mother and anarchists!
Can you hear me?
This is the Ksters Commando.
We have occupied the offices
of the lllustrated.
They will be shot
if our demands are not met.
We demand restitution
for Hermann Ksters.
He has been wronged.
as a brutal murderer and a madman.
Which he was not.
He was a lone revolutionary.
In his honor, we demand the release...
the Federal Republic of Germany.
Or people will die here!
Who's that?
The chief of police? About time!
We don't want any bloodshed.
our hostages in a Mercedes 600.
Bring the car here.
The doors must be open.
Have a Boeing 707 ready,
with a crew of four...
so we can leave the country.
We're taking two hostages.
You know our demands.
The release of all political prisoners
in the name of Hermann Ksters.
The decision on life or death
is in your hands.
Long live the revolution!
About time you got here!
You're crazy!
Mrs. Ksters, tell them
to stop their war games!
Shut your trap, you pig!
Up against the wall!
They're demanding the release
of all political prisoners in Germany.
They're either amateurs or madmen.
Shut up!
The car must be outside
in one hour, as stipulated.
All hostages but two will be released.
Linke and Niemeyer
will remain in our hands...
until our demands are met.
We want no police
within a radius of 200 meters.
I'm warning you, we can see
everything from up here.
All doors and windows must be shut.
If our conditions are not met,
the first hostage will be shot.
Okay. In one hour!
After some time,
Mother Ksters and the others came out
with the hostages.
The girl has her weapon
trained on Niemeyer's head.
Knab is guarding Linke
Mother Ksters accompanies them
evidently bewildered.
Ernst sees his mother,
breaks through the police line,
and runs toward her.
Ernst:
Mom! Mom!Mother Ksters walks
toward Ernst as if in a trance.
Horst Knab (close up)
Knab:
Mrs. Ksters, look out!Mother Ksters (medium close)
A shot rings through the night.
Mother Ksters falls to the ground.
Then he is hit, too.
Corinna approaches, kneels down,
takes her dead mother in her arms
and lets herself be photographed.
We want to speak
to your reporter Niemeyer urgently.
- We have important information.
- I'll see if he's here.
Don't worry. He'll be here.
Or maybe he hasn't the guts.
What do you mean?
What I say.
Is Niemeyer there?
- There are certain persons here...
- Persons?
Well, some people. I beg your pardon? No?
Oh, well. Too bad!
Yes. Thanks.
I'm sorry.
He's in a meeting at the moment.
Just phone again,
my dear woman, and say...
that among the persons or people,
or whatever you choose to call us...
that Mother Ksters is one of them.
Understand?
As you wish.
Sorry to disturb you,
but I should tell you...
- there's a Mrs. Ksters-
- Mother Ksters.
Sorry! Mother Ksters.
Hello!
Hello, Mrs. Ksters.
Why didn't you say it was you?
Because I'm not alone, Mr. Niemeyer.
I'm by no means alone.
We demand the retraction
of your obscene article, Mr. Niemeyer.
Hermann Ksters was not
a brutal criminal, as you portrayed him.
Hermann Ksters was...
a lone revolutionary.
That's your opinion, my young friend.
But do you think...
this will help the memory of
your husband in any way, Mrs. Ksters?
We're not here to have a discussion.
We're demanding something.
And we will fight to obtain our demands.
Tell that to your editor!
That swine Niemeyer!
In '68, the pig was demonstrating with us.
- Now they're sitting on the floor?
- Yes.
And this, this... What did you say he's...
- Knab.
- Knab, yes.
Who is he?
Some washed-up anarchist.
Too scared to pull something really big.
Then everything's okay.
I'll take a look at them.
Corinna!
Listen, darling!
Your mother's up to her nonsense again.
She's staging a sit-down strike
here in the office.
They want me to retract the article,
or something.
Yes, with two inane anarchists.
Be a dear!
Get dressed and come over here!
You must make her see reason.
It's all so ridiculous.
No. That's the problem. I can't.
I have to interview that theater guy...
who's resigned.
Okay?
Thanks.
Look here, young man,
we're only the local office in Frankfurt.
The real decisions are made in Hamburg.
You know that very well.
Then call the police
and have us carried out!
What? All that bother?
With police and so on?
No. You'll get up on
your own when you're hungry.
And there's an end to it!
The appointment's at 5:00.
See you tomorrow!
And what should I do? I have to go now.
Just go home!
- This will sort itself out on its own.
- But if they phone America or something?
They don't have contacts with America.
Don't worry your head about that.
See you!
- Well, what do we do now?
- Wait and see what happens.
They're sure to take
It's the wrong method after all.
- Is it?
- Yes.
The only way to achieve anything
is to use force. Guns, hostages, blackmail.
Oh, no! No, no!
That would be wrong.
Quite certainly.
And everyone would be against us,
But we would have achieved something.
Roused people, shaken them.
But not with violence and threats.
You see, we do have much less power...
than the other side, don't we?
Goodbye!
Good night!
Exactly that.
And because we have less power,
but the more humane ideas...
we may resort to more desperate means.
I don't understand that.
No...
I can't understand that.
I'm clearing off.
The whole thing's futile.
I'm staying.
Mom!
Corinna!
How nice! Sit down!
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