The Mortal Storm Page #3

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The stove is ready.

You'd better light it.

I'll take the hot water.

Isn't it wonderful?

I was so afraid the

little thing would die.

But the crisis is

past, Martin says.

The stove is smoking.

Oh.

It tried so hard to get

on its shaky little legs.

Martin says...

yes, yes. Run along, Elsa.

I'm ready.

Don't trip with

that stove, child.

Martin says I was

a great help to him.

I'm sure of it.

Martin says that all we

have to do now is...

The greedy little fellow.

A little mare, Elsa...

a little girl, just like you.

I know it's a mare.

I don't know why you always

talk as if I was a child.

I'm nearly 16.

Well, listen to that, Mother.

The creature thinks

she's grown up, huh?

Oh, you're stupid.

I am grown up.

Of course I am!

Well, what on earth...

Elsa!

What's the matter with her,

Mother? I was just joking.

Take no notice, Son.

A girl in her teens...

at that age,

they are always between

smiles and tears.

But she was crying.

Do you think

she's unhappy with us?

No, no. She's glad

of the work,

and I am glad to have her.

It's all right, old girl.

We've saved your baby.

You have a real gift

for healing, Son.

It's a pity you've given

up your studies.

You haven't been

down to your classes

since that night

at the Roths...

The night Freya was engaged

to Fritz Marlberg.

Well, it's not that, Mother.

You love her, Son.

Poor little

thing's half-asleep.

She's half-tipsy.

Hello, everybody!

Miss Freya.

Hello.

Why, Freya,

the engaged young lady.

And very happy, I suppose.

Yes, certainly. Hello, Martin.

Hello, Freya.

Oh, look at the

darling little foal.

Is he sick?

No, it's been drinking.

How's the Professor?

Oh, he's fine. Mother, too.

They send you their love.

Thank you. I'm going in.

I have something in the oven.

Oh, that sounds very good.

We'd better get out of here.

Nellie thinks we're

up to no good.

Oh, but I am, Nellie...

at least I hope so.

Oh, look.

Hello.

Come on down to

the inn with us.

We've all been skiing... Otto

is there, and Fritz and Erich.

We want you.

I'm pretty busy, Freya.

You're avoiding us.

Well, it's best.

Martin, we've been

friends for a lifetime.

Don't you remember the pact of

eternal friendship we all wrote...

And signed with our blood?

Well, it's just because I want

to keep that friendship

that I'm trying to

avoid a quarrel.

But the boys are friendly.

They want to see you.

Oh, Martin, we ought

to make every effort

to save our old happiness.

We won't talk about

anything serious.

We'll just sing and laugh and

be silly, the way we used to.

Don't desert us now.

We need you.

You're so sane.

I hope I am.

All right.

You're the sanest

person I know.

Come on.

We'll ski down over land and

back. The snow is perfect.

How I've missed you.

It's wonderful!

Wonderful! Watch the tree!

Our glorious dead...

Oh, what should we say of

the day that they died?

We'll say...

Oh, why wonder why that

we hope you will die?

Sing...

The days of our sadness

have now disappeared

It's only the gladness

of life that we hear

And while we sing our toast,

there is nothing we need fear

So sing...

So sing...

Nothing like a good song

to raise the thirst.

We're out of ammunition.

Theresa, another bottle.

Here's Freya at last!

And with Martin!

Make it a couple bottles,

Theresa, something special.

I've brought the hermit.

Good work, Freya.

Hello, Martin. How are you?

Hello, Martin.

Sit down, you old bear!

Like old times. Where have

you been? We've missed you.

You've missed a lot

of excitement, too.

Hello, Theresa.

You're welcome.

I've had nothing stronger

than buttermilk for weeks.

The best wine we've got.

Good.

I hope this means

you're with us

in more ways than one.

We want you.

You're too good a man to lose.

We've always hung together.

Let's keep up the good work.

Holl, the district leader,

was asking about you

just the other night.

Fritz, please... no politics.

Says you could be a power

among the peasants.

Boys, I'm a farmer,

not a party man.

Freya just said no politics.

Prosit, Freya.

To... Our friendship.

Prosit.

Oh, Mr. Werner.

Well, well, Martin.

Glad to see you.

Good evening.

Freya, you remember

Mr. Werner, my old teacher?

Certainly I do.

He's teaching your younger

brother Rudi now.

Rudi thinks the world

of you, Mr. Werner.

There's Holl. What's he

gonna think?

How's your mother?

Fine, thank you.

She asked about you

several times.

Thank you.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler, Mr. Werner.

Good evening.

Mr. Werner, won't you

sit down with us?

Thank you, my dinner's waiting

at my usual table.

Perhaps later.

Go ahead, folks! How

about another song?

Name your choice,

what'll it be?

Good morning, beautiful

Miller girl!

I'll name a song!

A song that every loyal German man and

woman will sing with high hearts!

A glorious song

of a new Germany!

Close up the ranks

Let every man be fearless

Our victory's near

We'll crush our every foe

Our leader calls, and we

will follow him to glory

Unto our death

Our loyalty will grow

Our leader calls, and we

will follow him to glory

Unto our death

Our loyalty will grow

Let cowards quake

As storm troops

march before them

Our very strength

Will claim their

blood of life

Into the crowd we stand

before our great leader

All hail to him

In victory and strength

No race on earth

Can keep our land from glory

We are by birth

The rulers of the world

What's the matter with you?

That's the teacher again!

It's an insult!

Are you dumb,

or don't you like

our glorious song?

He's asking for trouble.

I beg your pardon,

but surely a man is free to

sing or not as he pleases.

I don't want to hear

any excuses from you,

I want to hear you

sing, understand?

I'm telling you to sing!

Huh?

Sing.

Take it easy, Holl.

This man's a friend of mine.

Oh.

Birds of a feather, eh?

If you know what's good

for you, Martin Breitner,

you'll keep your

snoot out of this.

Don't concern

yourself, please.

I'm leaving.

Come on, Mr. Werner.

I don't think you

want a brawl.

It's 8 against 2, you know.

Let them go.

Let them go!

I'm sorry you did

that, my boy.

It might get you into trouble.

Don't worry about me.

I can take care of myself.

Want me to go along with you?

No, no, please.

I'll be all right.

Thank you, Martin.

All right, sir.

Thank you very much.

I'm sorry.

I should think you would be.

Getting up from our

table to brawl

with the top man in the party.

Erich, I said I was sorry.

That old chap's been

decent to me.

I can't stand by and

see him bullied.

Look here, Martin...

We've been friends for years,

and I think it's time we had

an understanding about this.

Now, Fritz... I'll do

the talking.

We're in a state

of revolution.

If we follow the

will of our leader,

it will be a bloodless one.

I follow him.

And I. And I.

I hope soon to have

a share in enforcing it.

I see anyone who opposes it

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