The Reader Page #4
I'd rather listen to you.
There's no need.
I wrote the report.
Silence, please.
Order!
You've been skipping seminars.
I have a piece of information
concerning one of the defendants.
Something they're not admitting.
What information?
You don't need me to tell you
it's perfectly clear
you have a moral obligation
to disclose it to the court.
It happens this information
is favorable to the defendant.
It can help her case.
It may even affect the outcome.
Certainly the sentencing.
So?
There's a problem.
The defendant herself is determined
to keep this information secret.
- One moment, please.
- Sorry.
What are her reasons?
Because she's ashamed.
Ashamed of what?
Have you spoken to her?
Of course not.
Why "Of course not"?
I can't.
I can't do that.
I can't talk to her.
What we feel
is utterly unimportant.
The only question is what we do.
If people like you don't learn from
what happened to people like me,
then what the hell
is the point of anything?
Schmitz.
You have a visitor.
Quiet, please!
Gertrud Bauer.
Andreas Michael Springer.
Michael Berg.
Walter Schrlich.
Time's up.
Are you coming in?
You took your time.
What is it?
Where are you going?
I'm sorry.
I need to sleep by myself.
I'll just be a minute.
Nazi!
Nazi whore!
Silence in the court!
Silence in the court!
All rise.
The court finds guilty
the defendants Rita Beckhart,
Carolina Steinhoff,
Regina Kroit, Angela Zeva
and Andrea Lumen
of jointly aiding and abetting
murder in 300 cases.
The court finds guilty
the defendant Hanna Schmitz
of murder in 300 cases.
The court sentences the accused
as follows:
Rita Beckhart, Carolina Steinhoff,
Regina Kroit,
Angela Zeva and Andrea Lumen
to each serve
a total sentence in prison
of four years and three months.
Hanna Schmitz,
in view of your own admissions
and your special role,
you're in a different category.
The court sentences
the accused Schmitz
to imprisonment for life.
- Where are we going?
- I said
I'll tell you when we get there.
You told me you like surprises.
I like surprises.
She's grown, hasn't she?
I don't know, it's so long
since I saw her, how can I tell?
It's my fault.
We shouldn't have come unannounced.
Daddy's going to live
in his own house.
Mother, I'm afraid
I have some bad news.
Julia knows,
we've already told her.
Gertrud and I,
we're getting a divorce.
You don't come for your father's
funeral, but you come for this?
It's not easy for me
to visit this town.
Were you really so unhappy?
That's not what I'm saying,
and it's not what I meant
Well, then?
You mustn't worry about Gertrud.
I'm going to look after her.
Anyway, she's a state prosecutor.
- She earns far more than I do.
- Michael.
I'm not worried about Gertrud.
I'm worried about you.
"Sing to me of the man, Muse,"
"the man of twists and turns"
"driven time
and again off course"
"once he had plundered
the hallowed heights of Troy".
215, mail.
217, mail.
220, mail.
Number?
Open it.
Testing, testing,
One, two, three, testing.
The Odyssey, by Homer.
The Odyssey,
by Homer.
"Sing to me of the man, Muse,"
"the man of twists and turns"
"driven time
and again off course"
"once he had plundered
the hallowed heights of Troy".
"...and back he went
to the house of death".
"But I held fast in place hoping
that others might still come,"
"shades of famous heroes,
men who died in the old days"
"and ghosts of an even older age
I longed to see".
"Come, sheath your sword,
let's go to bed together."
"Mount my bed and mix
in the magic work of love".
"We'll breed deep trust between us".
"Not for all the world, not until
you consent to swear, goddess,"
"a blinding oath you'll never plot
some new intrigue to harm me".
"And she began to swear the oath
that I required".
"Never, she would never
do me harm".
"And when she'd finished,
then, at last,"
"I mounted Circe's gorgeous bed".
"When young Dawn with her
rose red fingers shone once more"
"they yoked their pair again, and
out through the echoing colonnade"
"they whipped the team to a run
and on they flew,"
"holding nothing back, and as the
princes reached the wheatlands..."
"In my end is my beginning".
"Astonishing. I'd always said it was
a trick but he went off to sleep".
"...the table and began stamping
his feet and flourishing the stick".
"...even a cake,
rather like a baba au rhum"
"known as a Zhivago bun".
The Lady with the Little Dog,
by Anton Chekhov.
"The talk was
that a new face had appeared"
"on the promenade.
A lady with a little dog".
"Dmitri Dmitrich Gurov"
"had spent two weeks in Yalta,
so he was bored with it"
"and always looking
for fresh faces".
"Sitting in the pavilion
at Vernet"
"he saw a young woman
walking on the sea front,"
"fair haired..."
I want to take out a book.
Which book?
Do you have
The Lady with the Little Dog?
Your name?
Hanna Schmitz.
The Lady with the Little Dog.
The lady with the little dog.
The lady with the little dog.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
"The lady with the little dog".
"The..."
The.
The, the, the...
The.
- No letter?
- No letter.
Sign.
You are Michael Berg?
Yes.
Thank you for calling me.
You got my letter?
I have it here.
As I say, Hanna Schmitz
is coming up for release very soon.
Hanna has been in prison
for over 20 years.
She has no family.
She has no friends.
You're her only contact.
And Im told you don't visit her.
No, I don't.
When she gets out she'll need
a job and somewhere to live.
You can't imagine how frightening
the modern world will seem to her.
I have no one else to ask.
If you don't take
responsibility for her,
then Hanna has no future at all.
It's kind of you.
Thank you for letting me know.
- You are Michael Berg?
- Yes.
- Louisa Brenner. Good morning.
- How do you do?
We were expecting you earlier.
I should warn you.
For a long time, Hanna held herself
together. She was very purposeful.
In the last few years, she's
different, she's let herself go.
I'm taking you
straight to the canteen.
They've just finished their lunch.
Table four.
You've grown up, kid.
I've got a friend who's a tailor.
He'll give you a job.
And I've found you
somewhere to live.
It's a nice place,
quite small, but it's nice.
- You'll like it.
- Thank you.
There are various social programs,
cultural staff
I can sign you up for.
The public library is very close.
You read a lot?
I prefer being read to.
That's over now, isn't it?
Did you get married?
I did. Yes, I did.
We have a daughter.
I'm not seeing as much of her
as I'd like.
I'd like to see
a great deal more of her.
The marriage didn't last.
Have you spend a lot of time
thinking about the past?
You mean with you?
No.
No.
I didn't mean with me.
Before the trial
I never thought about the past.
I never had to.
And now?
What do you feel now?
It doesn't matter what I feel.
It doesn't matter what I think.
The dead are still dead.
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