Phantom

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PHANTOM:

BASED ON THE NOVEL THA APPEARED UNDER THE SAME NAME

IN THE ILLUSTRATED BERLIN NEWSPAPER.

"WHAT WERE YOU JUS THINKING ABOUT, LORENZ?"

"ABOUT MY FORMER LIFE..."

"WRITE THE STORY OF YOUR

LIFE IN THIS BOOK, WHICH

FATHER GAVE TO YOU."

"DO YOU THINK THE

MEMORY WILL BECOME LESS

PAINFUL THEN?"

Hereby, I, ex-convist Lorenz Lubota,

write down at my beloved wife Marie's urging,

the story of my crimes and my atonement...

"MELANIE DOESN'T SEEM TO

HAVE TIME FOR THIS, DOES SHE?"

"CALL LORENZ!"

"YOU WITH YOUR BOOKS, LORENZ --!"

"LORD KNOWS YOU DON'T EARN

ENOUGH MONEY TO AFFORD THEM!"

"LET ME BE WITH MY BOOKS, MOTHER."

"THEY LET ONE AT LEAST DREAM

ABOUT ALL THE THINGS

ONE WOULD NEVER EXPERIENCE..."

ISN'T IT TIME FOR

ART SCHOOL, HUGO?"

I'LL BE A BIT LATE

COMING HOME TODAY."

"I WANT TO HELP AUNT SCHWABE

WITH SOME ACCOUNTS."

"I DON'T WANT YOU TO HAVE ANYTHING

TO DO WITH HER -- THAT...

PROFITEERING WITCH!"

"SHE'S GOTTEN RICH OFF HER CUTTHROA BUSINESS! ...AND I'VE WORKED LIKE

A HORSE MY ENTIRE LIFE..."

THE NEIGHBORS:

"LORENZ SHOULD BE HERE SOON."

"IT SEEMS MY CHILD THAT YOU

SEPARATE YOUR DAY BETWEEN

THE COMINGS AND GOING OF LORENZ!"

"DOES LORENZ KNOW?"

"HOLD ON TO YOUR HEART, MARIE!"

"AS SOON AS LORENZ WAKES UP

FROM HIS DREAM WORLD..."

"HERE ARE A COUPLE OF POEMS

THAT I'VE WRITTEN, MR. STARKE."

"I'D LIKE TO HEAR

YOUR OPINION ON THEM."

"BOY O BOY! NOW EVEN

YOU WANT TO BECOME A POET!"

"PLEASE, DON'T HOLD ME UP!!

I HAVE TO GO TO WORK!"

"WHAT KIND OF WORK

DO YOU DO ANYWAY, YOU --?"

"WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE SILKY RAGS?!

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN RUNNING AROUND

NIGHT AFTER NIGHT?!"

"CALM DOWN, MOTHER!

YOU'RE RID MOF ME NOW!"

"I HAVE NO DESIRE TO WITHER AWAY

AND ROT IN THIS MISERABLE HOLE!"

"I CAN STAND ON MY OWN TWO FEET!

I DON'T NEED ANYBODY'S HELP!"

"MISERY, HUNGER, POVERTY--

EVERYTHING'S COMING DOWN ON ME!

AND NOW THIS DISGRACE!"

"CAN'T LORENZ LUBOTA

EVER GET TO WORK ON TIME?"

"WHEN THE GOOD LORD WAS ANGRY,

HE MADE LORENZ LUBOTA THE CITY CLERK!"

"WELL THEN, FAREWELL MOTHER!"

"MELANIE... WHERE YOU'RE HEADED TO...

THERE'S NO WAY BACK..."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT HERE?"

"WHY ARE YOU CHASING AFTER

OUR YOUNG LADY?"

"SO, MARIE, I'M TELLING YOU...

LORENZ, WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT!

THIS IS MORE THAN TALENT-- THIS IS GENIUS!"

"HEY, MR. LUBOTA!"

"OLD MAN STARKE DOESN'T BACK JUST ANYONE,

PROFESSOR, BUT THAT LORENZ IS A GENIUS!"

"ARE YOU THE ONE, OH MUSE,

WHO ENLISTS ME IN HER SERVICES..."

"...AND LIKE THE SPHINX TEARS THE SONG

FROM MY BREAST WITH HER CLAWS?"

"LORENZ! ARE YOU SICK?"

"HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT IT ALREADY?"

"FROM YOUR SISTER?"

"HOW AWFUL--!

HOW TERRIBLY AWFUL IT ALL IS--!"

"I WANT TO GO AND GET SOME FRESH AIR.

MAYBE THEN I'LL FEEL MORE AT EASE."

"HEY BOY! YOU'RE A GENIUS!"

"I GAVE YOUR POEMS TO A MAN

WHO WOULD CONSIDER IT AN HONOR

TO BE YOUR MENTOR."

"ONE FINE DAY AT THE TOWN HALL

WHERE YOU WERE ONCE A MEAGER CLERK..."

"...YOU'LL BE MADE

AN HONORARY CITIZEN OF OUR CITY!"

"DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE...THAT I'M A POET?

...THAT I COULD BECOME A FAMOUS MAN?"

"I BELIEVE THAT NOW THE BOY REALIZES

HE'S A POET, HE'S LOSING HOS HEAD!"

"WHAT'S THE NAME OF

THE DAUGHTER OF THE HOUSE?"

"VERONIKA!"

"I CAN'T GIVE YOU MORE, CHILD...

I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING MYSELF."

"IT'S EITHER THE MONEY OR THE PAWN TICKET...

THERE HAS TO BE SOME ORDER IN THIS WORLD!"

"THIS MUST BE YOUR FIRST TIME WITH SCHWABE

'CAUSE YOU THINK YOU CAN PERSUADE

THE OLD BAG BY PLEADING."

"YOU KNOW MR. WIGOTTSCHINSKI,

RIGHT LORENZ?"

"PRETEND I'M NOT HERE;

ACT LIKE YOU'RE AT HOME."

"I GAVE A NUMBER OF POEMS

THAT I COMPOSED IN MY SPARE TIME..."

"...TO AN EXCELLENT JUDGE OF LITERATURE--

A CERTAIN MR. STARK."

"NOW HE WANTS TO INTRODUCE ME

TO A FAMOUS PUBLISHER

WHO IS SUPPOSED TO PRINT MY POEMS..."

"OH BOY, YOU MIGHT BECOME

QUITE A FAMOUS MAN."

"HOW COULD AN OLD PRO LIKE YOU

BE SO FAR OFF THE MARK IN YOUR JUDGEMENT?!"

"THE POEMS ARE QUITE NICE...

BUT THEY ARE DEFINITELY NO PUBLISHING MATERIAL!"

"NOW I DON'T DARE TO GO TO THE PUBLISHER...

WITH MY SHABBY SUIT..."

"CONSIDERING YOUR IMPENDING FAME,

YOU REALLY DO LOOK PRETTY SCRUFFY..."

"...WE'LL JUST HAVE TO FIX THAT FOR YOU..."

"THE OLD BAG SEEMS

TO HAVE TAKEN A FANCY TO YOU..."

"...SHE USUALLY ISN' DECEIVED THAT EASILY."

"I THINK I'LL ACCOMPANY MY WRITER FRIEND

TO PICK OUT SOME NEW CLOTHES..."

"...I'M SOMEWHAT OF AN EXPER IN THAT FIELD."

"ARE YOU COMING BACK AGAIN?"

"THIS SO-CALLED PROFESSOR CLAIMS

THAT LORENZ'S POEMS ARE WORTHLESS."

"YES, BUT...

WHAT WILL LORENZ SAY TO THAT?"

"NO ,NO, MY GOOD MAN--

WE MUST DRINK TO THE VERY PROMISING..."

"...BEGINNING OF

THIS LITERARY CAREER!"

"WHERE IS LORENZ?"

"...AND WHY ISN'T MELANIE HERE YET?"

"FIRST OF ALL, SOME CHAMPAGNE!"

"EVEN IF WE BURN

THROUGH ALL THE MONEY--"

"THE OLD BAG HAS MORE

IN THE CASHBOX, RIGHT?"

"CHEERS, POET!"

"I'LL LOOK AT WHOMEVER I PLEASE!"

"YOU'VE MADE A CONQUEST, LUBOTA!"

"BUT HE'S MY BROTHER!!!"

"HAVE YOU HEARD, THE OLD HARLAN WANTS TO

HAVE HIS DAUGHTER VERONIKA ENGAGED

TO THE RICH WIEDENBERG!"

"IS THAT TRUE-- WHAT YOU'VE JUST SAID

ABOUT THE ENGAGEMENT OF VERONICA HARLAN?"

"SAY THERE, LITTLE ONE, YOUR BROTHER LORENZ

IS IN GOOD WITH OLD SCHWABE, ISN'T HE?"

"MY BROTHER LORENZ IS THE MOS HONEST MAN IN THE WORLD..."

"...AND THE ONLY ONE MY AUNT SCHWABE

DOESN'T THINK IS A SCOUNDREL!"

"WE WOULD LIKE TO INQUIRE

AS TO WHY THE CITY CLERK LUBOTA..."

"...HAS BEEN AWAY FROM WORK

WITHOUT AN EXCUSED ABSENCE?"

"MY SON IS ILL..."

"WE HAVE RECEIVED COMPLAINTS AGAINST THE

"INDISPOSED" MR. LUBOTA WHO HAS BEEN..."

"...GALLIVANTING AROUND IN BARS

AND CAUSING A SCANDAL IN FRONT OF

THE HARLAN HOUSE."

"ACCORDING TO THE COACHMAN,

YOU'VE ALREADY FOLLOWED

MISS VERONIKA AROUND ONCE..."

"CITY CLERK YOU USED TO BE, MR. LUBOTA!"

"DO YOU KNOW WHERE

LORENZ IS TODAY, FATHER?"

"I'M IN NO HURRY TO TELL LORENZ

HOW UNSUCCESSFUL HIS POEMS ARE."

"WELL, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE LORENZ,

WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU AND THE HARLANS?"

"MOTHER-- LAST NIGHT--"

"--THE WORLD FELL DOWN AROUND ME!"

"IF YOU LOVE ME, MOTHER, DON'T ASK ME!

I HAVE NO TO LOSE! ..."

"...I HAVE TO GO THE HARLANS!"

"IF I ONLY KNEW HOW I COULD GE YOUR BROTHER TO REALLY TAKE

THE OLD BAG TO THE CLEANERS."

"I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU ONCE!

LEAVE MY BROTHER OUT OF THIS!

HE'S TOO GOOD FOR THIS!"

"DEAR MADAM... IS IT TRUE...

THAT YOU WISH TO ENGAGE YOUR DAUGTER

TO MR. WEIDENBERG?"

"I KNOW I HAVE NO RIGHT IN THIS MATTER!

NEVERTHELESS, FOR GOD'S SAKE...

HAVE PITY! --ANSWER ME!"

"CALL MY HUSBAND!"

"DEAR MADAM...

I'VE ONLY SEEN YOUR DAUGHTER ONCE..."

"...BUT I CAN'T LIVE WITHOU THE HOPE OF WINNING HER FOR MYSELF!"

"DON'T THINK I'M A FOOL, DEAR MADAM!

THIS LOVE OVERTOOK ME LIKE FATE! ..."

"...TO GIVE UP ON IT WOULD BE

LIKE ME GIVING UP ON GOD!"

"WON'T YOU SHARE YOUR WORRIES WITH ME,

MOTHER LUBOTA? IS LORENZ SICK?"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM!

HE ISN'T MY LORENZ ANYMORE! ..."

"...HE'S A STRANGER...

SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW...

WHO DOESN'T KNOW ME!"

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