The Night Porter Page #4

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The elevator doesn't come up this far.

It's deserted up here.

No one can hear us.

Why this unexpected meeting?

Max is hiding a dangerous

witness in his apartment,

and he won't conclude his trial.

It will be concluded.

Max, answer me honestly.

It'll simplify everything.

Have you become a Communist?

Oh, God. The usual accusation,

even for the newly born.

I know you're not a Communist.

You're not a defeatist.

- You're one of us.

- Which means I'm rotten.

You bastard!

Max, we all want the same thing,

to live as peaceful citizens.

Each of us

has a respectable profession.

Even I have some honorable duties.

If you had wished, you could

have had another career.

Look, Bert.

If I choose to live like a--

like a church mouse,

I have a reason.

I have a reason

for working at night.

It's the light.

I have a sense of shame

in the light.

We are proud...

of having been officers

of the finest corps of the Third Reich.

And if I were born again,

I would do exactly what I did.

-Sieg Heil!

- Sieg Heil!

Here. Just put it there.

- And, uh, bring up the rest.

- All right.

The police are looking for you.

Your husband sent them.

They questioned us all. "When did

you leave? Who saw you last?"

Endless, endless questions.

They don't suspect me.

Klaus convinced them

that I was above suspicion.

They were very polite.

Klaus.

My God.

And I left my job.

I left the hotel.

I don't want

to leave you alone.

- Your order, sir.

- Thank you. Here you are.

- Remember. The same thing tomorrow.

- Yes.

Of course.

You've changed your lock?

I have to change mine too.

- Mine had to be changed.

- Oh, Kiki.

- Kiki.

-Just a moment.

- Would you please take your dog?

- But--

- Thank you.

Why all this food?

Well, it's better

if we don't go out for a bit.

Not even to look out the window.

Are you afraid?

How long is it going to last?

Well, it can end for you at once,

if you go to the police.

- Ah, you're late.

- Are we punching a clock?

Shut up, you two.

Jacob, the order I gave you yesterday.

It hasn't arrived yet.

I sent the boy over.

Your doorman said you'd left.

I'm here.

I'm still here.

Send the boy directly

to apartment 1 5, will you?

All right. All right.

I'll send him over again.

-Thank you,Jacob.

-My duty. What did you say you wanted?

- Some wurst.

- Certainly, sir. There's a choice.

Perhaps I can be of help to you.

My son Ernst, killed in Africa in '43.

He had the Iron Cross.

The Iron Cross, eh?

You must be proud.

- I'm still waiting for his pension.

- Fine looking boy.

We've got to start rationing...

what we have left.

It's ten days now.

No food has reached him.

- Nobody in the building noticed?

- Everything's under control.

I think we should move now, Hans.

How is Greta?

Not too bad.

She's getting along just fine.

Don't touch!

- Hello?

- Hello, Max? It's Oscar.

-You called me?

-Oscar, are you calling from the hotel?

No. You see, I can't call.

Oscar, listen.

I'm desperate.

I'm sorry, I--

I've got an appointment.

Uh, I can't come.

Are you frightened of something?

You see, I don't want--

I don't want

to get mixed up in--

You know what I mean.

Max, I'm still waiting

for my war pension.

Oh.

Thank you, Osc--

Thank you, Oscar.

Yes?

Hello. Yes?

Your little girl

doesn't know how to use the telephone?

What do you want?

I want to help you.

What can I do?

Send me a box of chocolates.

Listen, Max.

Our friends are not joking.

- Leave everything and--

- Erica--

My little girl-- You, you remember

my little girl, don't you?

My little girl

is waiting for me. Bye.

Hungry.

Excuse me, Frau Holler.

I can't leave my apartment.

Can you get me some food?

Anything.

Why don't you go out?

Are you ill?

- Someone here is ill.

- Listen. I'm not really going out.

- We're hungry.

- I told you. I'm not going out today.

- I implore you--

- If you please--

I'm waiting for you.

Adolph, will you get me

some food, please?

Right away,

if you give me the lady.

- Please ! Please!

- Well?

- He doesn't answer.

It's off the hook.

Tell me, Bert.

How long have you known Max?

Let's not talk about it.

You don't, uh,

dance for him anymore?

I've lost him.

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