All language subtitles for Volker.Schlondorff.Der.junge.Torless.1966.xvid.mp3.ZEiNAB

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YOUNG T�RLESS

BASED ON THE NOVEL
BY ROBERT MUSIL

Cinematography by
FRANZ RATH

WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY

Beineberg, please keep an eye
on my son.

You can count on me, sir.

That's a relief. I trust you.

Something solid and decisive about you
won me over instantly. Cigar?

Thank you, sir.

I wish my boy were more like you.

He always seems so insecure,
so unbalanced.

I have no idea what he'll amount to.

I'm glad to have met you all.

And knowing our son is with you
makes saying good-bye easier.

Especially since he's found
such good comrades.

Gentlemen, please contact us immediately
should anything happen to my son.

What could happen, Dad?

You understand, Mr. Beineberg?

Absolutely, sir.

My child.

What else could I do?

He sleeps with her, and the next
morning she takes him ashore.

But after a while,
he couldn't eat fish anymore --

- Watch it, idiot!
- Leave me alone.

What are you hoodlums doing here?

Go ahead, take one.

- Man, they're hot!
- Come here, my dear.

- Here, my boy.
- Thank you, pretty lady.

God be with you, child.

Stop fooling around.

Hi, sweetheart.

Is our little boy homesick?

Ah, the young gentlemen.
Come and sit with us.

- Something to drink?
- Wine. Four glasses.

No, eight. This round's on me.

Thank you.

Would you gentlemen like to play,
or are you afraid of losing?

Here. I'll bet 20.

- You lose.
- My tough luck. C'est la vie.

DAYS SERVED

Yet another day to tell
our grandchildren about.

What's that, T�rless?

Well?

I meant this was
another memorable day for us.

Since it wasn't
exciting enough for you...

you'll copy out
Horace's sixth ode for tomorrow.

Reiting, I was supposed
to pay you back today,

but could you give me
a couple more days?

Sorry. I need the money now.

Didn't you receive your allowance?

Sure, but I've got other debts too.

I owe Beineberg and Tschusch
from last month.

Go begging to them.
I'm not one to wait in line.

Of course not. You're my friend.

You shouldn't have
gambled away the money.

I wanted to double it.

My last word on this subject:

Pay me back tomorrow or --

Or?

Or you'll be subject to my terms.

What sort of terms?

You give me your allegiance
in everything I do.

If that's all, I'll do it gladly.

I'll stick by you.

But not just when you feel like it.

You must do whatever I say.

Blind obedience, as it were.

Well?

I'll bring you the money tomorrow.

Quiet, please.

"Eight-year sentence for murderess.

Wilhelmina worked in a coffee house
in Graz until she was 19.

Then she met Gunther K.,
an army deserter,

who introduced her to prostitution

and made her work for him.

Asked by the judge
why she had done it,

she replied,
'Because I was under his spell.

That night, when Gunther took me
to the Wiener Strasse to work,

I said, "I don't feel like it today."

Gunther then said,
"Then sleep with me."

I didn't want that either.

I resisted, so Gunther
beat me up and was really angry.

Then I had to kneel down before him

and worship him like a god
so he'd be good.

That night, I shot him in bed. '

Gross Sankt Florian:

One of the oldest parishioners,
retiree FranZ Braunecker,

was unexpectedly called from
this mortal life at the age of 91."

Miss, bring us two orders of venison,

coffee cake and slivovitz.

How much time do we have?

Two and a half hours.

What's for dinner tonight?

Beats me.
Some Sunday swill, I'm sure.

Tell me, Beineberg:
What do you want to be?

I don't know.

But I won't be a civil servant
or officer, that's for sure.

First I'd like to travel around
and earn a little money

without committing myself
to a profession.

Then maybe I'll go to India or Asia.

I've got a few ideas.

I have no clue myself.

Don't know what I'm good at
or what I'd enjoy doing.

I feel I know myself
and the world less every day.

Because you're a nutcase.

Often I just want to run away.

But you'll never do it.

You hightailing it!

That'd be the day.

The monotony here is killing me.

Of all that we do in school,
what makes any sense?

Where does it get us?

We're here to develop our minds
and prepare ourselves.

We'll live later.

Prepare? Develop? What for?

Here you are.

Where did you get the money?

I borrowed it.

Who was stupid enough
to lend you money?

Hoffmeier.

Look, Basini, why lie to me?

Maybe you can pull that
with others, but not me.

Hoffmeier himself asked me
for money this morning.

But Beineberg complained
his money had been stolen.

In a nutshell, you took the money
from Beineberg's drawer last night.

How dare you say that!

What a nasty thing to say!
That's vile slander!

You're just picking on me
because I'm weaker.

You're angry because I won't grovel.

You want to blackmail me,

but you picked the wrong guy!

I'll tell the whole class
of your accusation.

I'll go the principal.

Let's go. It's on me.

Thanks. Especially since
my money was stolen last night.

Really? Any suspects?

No, not yet.
But he'll be sorry if I catch him.

I only did it because I was in need.

I would've put it right back.

Please don't tell anyone I stole it.

I just borrowed it in secret. I'll --

I'll do anything you say.
Just don't let the class know.

Don't tell them.

So you'll accept my conditions?

Yes. I'll do what you say.

Good. I'll think it over.

Where to now? BoZena's?

Yeah, that's what we agreed.

You don't want to pay, eh?

Get the hell out of here, you swine,

or I'll deck you!
I'll tear you to shreds!

The dirty scoundrels want a good time
but don't want to pay!

What's going on here?

Good evening.

What sweet boys
have come to see me?

Come on, be quiet.

Have a seat.

Nice of you to visit me.

Or did the man in you bring you here?

Ah, be quiet.

What fine lads you are.

Don't be shy, boy.

Take a good look.

Your friend acts like
he's never seen a woman in his life.

His mother is
quite a stunning woman.

I saw her recently at the train station.

I'm sure she turned many a head
in her younger days.

Do you still have some slivovitz?

You know where things are here.

Thank you.

Why that bored look?

She'll think you're afraid.
- Let her.

I'm not in the mood anyway.

You don't like me
talking about your mother?

You people always think
you're better than us.

You don't think your mother
and I are alike, huh?

You think you're better than that?

You're wrong.

Terribly wrong.

I know your families better than that.

I spent enough time in Vienna.
I know what goes on there.

"My dear BoZena" here,
"my dear BoZena" there.

They were always very nice to me.

Until they noticed I was pregnant.

You should have heard them talk.

Not to my face, of course,

but among themselves
they spoke of nothing else.

And Madam --

She wore an expression
as if she drank nothing but cologne.

But soon after that, her cousin's belly
swelled out past her nose.

And did anybody know
that baby's father?

No.

Just as well.

I left for his sake.

I don't want to go back.
I'd rather die than work there again.

Is this yours?

Thank you. Nice of you.

Sometimes I wonder
why I let you guys in.

Certainly not for a couple kronen.

You and him and the other one.

What's his name?

Reiting?

No, not him.

Basini?

Yeah, Basini.
That's who I meant.

He's a strange boy.

You're all the same.
You belong together.

When your parents are around,

you don't know me.

As soon as they're gone,

you sneak right back to me.

You're just like your parents.

Hypocrites...

cowards and liars.

Where'd you get the broken nose?

You know who you remind me of?

My brother. I broke his nose.

It's funny how much better
a man looks with a broken nose.

What's wrong with that boy?

Homesick.

Poor boy.

And the naughty little boy
comes running to someone like me?

Well, what is it?

Give me a kiss.

See?

You're still alive.

And it's better
than what you do in your dorms.

- I've got him.
- Who?

- The thief who stole from Beineberg.
- Tell me!

Nobody knows yet.

- A servant?
- No.

Give me a hint.

Basini?

What's wrong?

Be careful!

Here's your money.

And here's the knife
Basini broke into the closet with.

What do you think
we should do with him?

Basini is a thief.

Yes, a thief!

And thieves are punished
all over the world.

He must be reported
and expelled from school.

Let him fend for himself out in the world.
He doesn't belong here anymore.

No. Why rush to extremes?

It's not all that bad.

How can you say that?

You want to go on living
with someone who's stolen?

Someone who's offered
to be your slave?

Aren't you exaggerating a bit?

You act like we're sworn
to brotherhood for life.

Nothing ties us to Basini,

except that a lot of pleasure
could be had from him.

Pleasure?

Look, Reiting.

Why do you keep
standing up for Basini?

Standing up for him?

Is that how it looks?

I don't know.

Again, a gross exaggeration.

What's with this idealism?

This enthusiasm
for the purity of the institute.

It's so virtuous and so boring.

Or do you have some special reason?

Some old grudge for which
you want Basini expelled?

Then come clean with it.

We're on your side.

Nonsense.

What do you think?

I say do what you want with him.

In lndia they'd cut his hand off

or drive a sharp stake up his bowels.

At least that would be amusing.

Hold out your hands.

Which hand did you steal with?

We've decided
not to report you... this time.

You'll be under our supervision,

and you'll have the chance to reform.

From now on, we will strictly scrutiniZe
your income and expenses.

Dealings with the rest of the class
will be subject to our consent.

Do you agree?

Do you agree now?

Yes.

Quiet, please!

Mail call, boys.

CanitZ.

Basini!

From my Dulcinea.

Now you'll see.

Did I promise too much?

You should have seen her corset.

I couldn't take that, of course.

The price tag's still on it.

You just bought it, you show-off.

- Did you get all that?
- What?

Those imaginary numbers.

It's very simple.

Just remember they're based
on the square root of minus one.

Yeah, but that's the problem.

That doesn't exist.

The square of a number
is always positive.

It's just a way
of calculating these numbers.

But how can you, when you know
for certain mathematically

that it's impossible?

The peculiar thing is that

you can actually calculate
with these imaginary values.

For example, you can build a bridge
using this kind of formula,

one that stands firm,

even though it was calculated using
something that doesn't even exist.

Is there a gap in our reality?

You sound like that Holy Joe of ours.

The chasm between the body,

which is made of matter,

and that which it embodies,

namely, the immortal soul.

Go ask our math teacher.

You want to know about
irrational and imaginary numbers?

Please have a seat.

I'm glad, T�rless, very glad.

Your doubts reveal a strain
of serious independent thought.

But it's not so easy to give
the clarification you seek.

Please don't get me wrong.

- Would you like one too?
- No, thanks.

How about a candy?

Look.

You spoke of the intervention

of transcendental factors.

I don't know how you feel about this.

The supernatural, that which is
beyond the strict bounds of reason,

is a very peculiar thing.

I'm really not qualified
to hold forth on these matters.

That material's not covered in my course.
You can view it different ways.

I certainly want to avoid
undercutting someone else's position.

But you should be able
to explain mathematics for me.

Yes, as far as mathematics is concerned,

a natural and purely mathematical
context does indeed exist.

But as a good scientist,
I'd have to use hypotheses

that you would probably
not yet understand.

And then, too,
we don't have the time.

And imaginary numbers?

You must get used to the idea
that such mathematical concepts,

entirely nonexistent values,

are purely notional concepts
necessary to mathematics.

Think about it:

At the elementary stage
of your present instruction,

it's difficult to provide
a comprehensive explanation.

Fortunately,
very few feel the need for it.

However, when someone like yourself --
and, as I said, I'm very glad --

comes to me, I can only say,

"My dear friend,

you must simply believe.

When you know ten times
more math than you know now,

then you'll understand it.

But in the meantime, just have faith.

Everything is about feeling,

even mathematics."

Always off in the clouds, eh?

What are you doing here?

Come along. You'll see.

- What's going on?
- Wait.

How's our great mathematician?

- How do you think?
- I get it.

What do you get?

He didn't tell you anything.

He put you off till later.

Then you'll understand.

The scales will fall from your eyes.

When they've "prepared" you
down to their level.

I don't think you can say that.

You needn't tell me anything.

I know these people,
stuffed full of formulas

they learned by rote
just like the priest learns his catechism.

Or do you think the world spirit
would give these bloodless creatures

a peek under her skirts?

He calls that watching over Basini.

What's going on?

Come to the room tonight.

- Reiting tricked us.
- I thought as much.

Oh, you thought, did you?

But you didn't notice it, of course.

No, not at all.

But I was watching closely.

You remember the story about
what happened here four years ago?

- What story?
- You know.

That story.
- Oh, right.

Only in passing.

I only know there was a huge scandal
over some obscenity

and a whole lot of them
were expelled.

That's what I'm talking about.

Reiting's doing
the exact same thing with Basini.

You think Reiting
is in love with him?

Of course not.

Reiting's no fool.

But it probably amuses him.

I never would have suspected
Reiting of that.

Well, I'll show them both.

What do you have in mind?

I'll remind them of the others
who were thrown out for it.

That'll give them
a little food for thought.

But you can't report them.

And I don't want to.

I mean, I don't care about Basini.

But it's different with Reiting.

And what he's done puts him
completely in my hands.

I think he'd be happy
if he could get me somehow.

See what I can do
now that I know this secret?

Sure, but --

One word from me

and he's finished.

We've gotta do something.

You still think
we should report Basini?

I'd prefer that we punish him ourselves.

The school would merely expel him
and write a long letter to his uncle.

You know how businesslike
that would be.

"Dear Mr. So-and-so,

your nephew has lost his head
and been led astray.

We hereby return him to you.
All hopes for his success."

And so on.

You think it means anything to them?

And what should it mean to us?

Well, maybe nothing to you.

You're gonna be a lawyer or a poet.

But I see my life differently.

I want to learn
from this situation.

How do you mean to punish him?

It's not so much about punishment.

I've got something else
in mind for him.

I'll just...

Iet's say,

torture him.

No need to be so startled.

What I've got in mind
is pure asceticism.

To rise above this world,

you must kill off
everything that enslaves you to it.

Feelings, for example.

When I take Basini to task,
I'll surely feel pity.

But that's inappropriate,
because Basini doesn't matter.

Somebody who does the things
he does isn't worth it.

So pity in this case
is a completely senseless emotion.

A waste of life force, if you will.

I intend to kill off
all these superfluous emotions in me.

Listen, what do you think of Basini?

What am I supposed to say?

He's a foul creature.

Isn't he indeed? Very foul.

You always get mixed up
in craZy things.

Not at all. And what if I do?

You gotta try everything once.

And if he's really that despicable --

Tell him to come to the attic tonight.

You mean the room?

No, not yet. The attic.

All right.
Shall we walk a little more?

Yeah. But I'm sure T�rless
has things to do.

Ah, there you are.

Stay right there.

We've decided to sit
in judgment over you.

The charges are as follows:

You've committed a break-in.

You've stolen money.

You've acted on your own,
against our express wishes.

You've attempted to set us
against each other.

You went over my head
and placed yourself in Reiting's service.

What do you have to say for yourself?
- Please, I --

Put your hand down.

Relax.

Aren't you ashamed?

Answer him!

You refuse?

What's wrong?

Are you crying?

Are you unhappy?

Come on, smile.

You won't, huh?

Then we'll give you a reason to cry!

Let me go!

Put the light out.
They'll see it outside.

What's wrong with you?

Isn't that like an eye?

You getting poetic on us?

No, but isn't it like
an eye into some strange world?

Pure nonsense.

Kneel!

You thought you'd get away
with everything.

You thought I'd help you.

You were wrong.

Please, I couldn't help it.
For God's sake!

Silence!

We've had it with your excuses.

We now know
just what sort of person you are,

and we intend to act accordingly.

Now say...

"l am a thief."

Are you deaf?

Say you're a thief!

I'm a thief.

That was smart of you, kid.

And now say, "I'm an animal.

A thieving animal.

Your thieving animal."

I'm an animal, a thieving animal,
your thieving animal.

- That's disgusting.
- Let the animal go.

Give it to me.

Damn it!

"l must be sick, insane.

Why else would things
that others find normal

disgust me?"

- Watch it!
- Open your eyes next time, you ass!

What are you still doing here?
Aren't you leaving?

No. It's not worth it
for just a few days.

We're only going to Sternberg's.

He invited us to his uncle's estate.
Wants to get in good with us.

What are you writing, a book?

Secrets?

Go ahead, but you won't understand it.

Hey, he's writing about us.
Listen to this.

"When I observe things dispassionately,
Basini's theft is a trivial transgression.

The way Reiting
and Beineberg punish him

is customary cruelty
among schoolboys.

But that doesn't explain it all.

This sober stance isn't enough.

A diZZying abyss
suddenly opens before me."

What do you think of that?
- Complete rubbish!

You can write what you want,
but kindly leave our names out of it.

Come on! The car's waiting.

In the meantime, don't get too bored.

Go see BoZena
and send our regards.

T�rless, aren't you going home?

No, Professor.

What's going on?

Come to the room.
I have to talk to you.

What are you doing?

I'm not gonna do anything.
Put that back on.

Sit down.

Why did you start undressing?

- I thought --
- You thought what?

- The others.
- What others?

Beineberg and Reiting.

What about them?
What did they do?

You have to tell me everything.

Even though the others
already told me.

Well? Are you gonna do it?

Please don't make me do that.

Or is this your own special way
of torturing me?

I don't intend to torture you.

I just want you to tell me
the whole truth for your own sake.

But I've done nothing
particularly worth telling about!

You're a pathetic coward!

Please don't say that.

You see what a coward you are?

You take it all.

They say if I'm obedient,
they'll eventually forgive me.

Those two?

Everyone.

How can they promise that?

I'm involved in this too.

They said they'd take care of it.

Did they say anything more specific
about how they'd do that?

No, just that they'd take care of it.

- What do they do with you?
- Who?

He's very friendly with me.

He usually has me read him something
about Rome and its emperors,

or Timor Leng, or lvan the Terrible.

All those bloody stories.

Then he usually beats me afterwards.
- After what?

Oh, I see.

And Beineberg?

He's repulsive.
Don't you think his breath reeks?

Be quiet.

Tell me, what does he do?

Same as Reiting,
only in another way.

He preaches to me at length
about my soul.

He has me sit down
and stare at a glass

until I'm sluggish and tired.

Then I have to get on the ground
and howl like a dog.

What for?

I have no idea.

And you let them do all that to you?

You do what they tell you?

What else can I do?

I want to be a decent person again
and be left in peace.

And what happened before
doesn't matter to you?

I can't do anything about that.

Listen to me carefully.

How could you steal like that?

I really needed the money.

I owed Reiting money,
and he wouldn't give me more time.

Nobody would loan me --

No, that's not what I meant.

I meant, how could you do that?

How did you feel?
What went on inside you?

Nothing at all.

I didn't feel anything.

I didn't think about anything.

It just simply happened.

And the first time with Reiting?

The humiliating service
you were too cowardly to refuse.

Didn't you feel torn apart inside?

Some indefinable shock,

as if some unspeakable change
had taken place inside you?

I don't understand you.

When they spit on you,
make you whimper and eat dirt!

What happens inside you then?

Doesn't the image
you have of yourself shatter?

Doesn't it shatter?

You're tormenting me.
I don't know what you want.

There's nothing to explain.
It all happens in a second.

Nothing else happens after that.

You'd do exactly the same in my place.

Hey, Hungarian.

Sternberg's got a great cousin.

Hi, T�rless. How's BoZena?

I didn't even go.

Wouldn't she let you in?

I'll swallow this worm
for half a krone.

You're on.

The nerve of that guy.

Does he really think
he's in the clear?

We've got to do something
about Basini.

He's used to having to obey us.
He doesn't mind it anymore.

He's getting chummy and fresh,
like a servant.

It's time to take things
a step further. You agree?

I don't know
what you have in mind yet.

We've got to humiliate him further.

I'd like to see how far we can go.

How to do it is another matter.

But I just might have a couple ideas.

For example,

we could tie him to a bed
and whip him.

And then make him sing
psalms of thanks.

It would be interesting to hear
the expression in his singing,

every note shrouded in fear.

But there's something else
I have in mind for him first.

Reiting, you may leave if you're too dumb
to grasp something profound.

You recall our conversation
about imaginary numbers?

We needed to find a way to overcome
the inadequacy of reason.

This force that keeps logic together
despite its gaps and shortcomings...

I call the soul.

I'd like to lure
this soul out of Basini...

by hypnotiZing him.

Because of your unworthy conduct,
you've lost touch with your soul.

You're about to find it again.

If you follow
my instructions exactly,

no harm will come to you.

But annoy me
with the slightest objection...

and I'll shoot you down.

Take this pendulum.

Hold your hand steady.

Observe the key carefully,

and imagine
it's swinging in a circle.

Look only at the key.

Concentrate on the key.

Imagine it making a circle.

You try to stop it.

But you don't succeed.

The key swings

faster and faster

with no help from you.

By my will alone.

See how strong
my influence is over you?

Now sit down.

Do exactly as I say.

Empty your mind of all thought.

Stare at this little light...

and don't blink.

Keep your eyes
as wide open as you can.

Don't think about anything.

Focus all your attention inwards.

Your arms are getting heavy.

Your legs are getting heavy.

Your entire body is getting heavy.

Your eyelids are getting
heavier and heavier.

As heavy as lead.

Your vision's growing dim.

Your eyes are watering.

Your thoughts are slowing down.

Slower and slower.

Stare inside yourself

until you find the point

where you feel only your inner self...

free of all thought and sensation.

You are now completely numb.

Your body no longer feels pain.

You see?

He's in a trance.

Your soul has departed

for its next existence.

It's no longer shackled
by nature's laws,

no longer condemned
to inhabit a fleshly body.

Follow the candle.

Very slowly.

Further.

When your mind stands still,

your muscles will let go too.

Your empty body
may float through space.

Lean forward.

Further.

Further still.

Damn it!

Swine!
You were only pretending!

Just wait! I'll show you!

Let me go!

Let me go!

I'll tell on you!

Cover his mouth.

T�rless, I want to confess everything!

T�rless, help me!

Don't go!

Help!

T�rless, you've gotta help me.

I can't take any more.

They'll torture me to death!

I can't help you.

You were nice to me a while ago.

Don't speak of that.
That wasn't me.

I can't take it anymore!

You feel you're suffering
and want to escape, right?

Do whatever you like.

But look what they did to me!

What's going on here?

Are you meeting with Basini in secret?

He asked me to protect him.

- He picked the right person!
- And I might have, too.

But this whole thing bores me.

We'll teach you
to make secret alliances.

Your guardian angel T�rless
will have his fun with you too.

No, Reiting, I won't.

- Just like that?
- Yeah, just like that.

I was looking for something before.

Second sight, eh?

Yes. And now all I see is brutality.

You should see Basini eat dirt.
You'd get a real kick out of it.

- I'm not interested.
- But you used to be.

Because Basini's condition
was a mystery to me.

- And now?
- There's no mystery there.

Things just happen.
Anything's possible.

There's not an evil world
and a good world.

They exist together
in the same world.

That's the whole truth.

- Brilliant discovery!
- Sure, make fun of it!

But you're senseless,
nauseating brutes!

Hold your tongue!

Dirty, thoughtless

and disgusting!

I forbid you to call us names
in front of Basini!

Forbid?

You think I'm gonna fight you
over Basini?

I hear you've been bad-mouthing us,

and in front of Basini too.

We'll forgive you this misstep
just this once.

Come to the room tomorrow night.

We'll punish Basini
and then hand him over to the class.

- Do whatever you like.
- But you'll be there.

No.

Why not?

You think we don't know why?

Think we don't know how involved
you've gotten with Basini?

No more than you.

That's enough now.

If you don't show up tomorrow, we'll tell
everyone you're Basini's accomplice.

Understand?

Basini, they're gonna
turn you over to the class.

Report it to the headmaster tomorrow
before they beat you to a pulp.

We've got a letter for you.

A nice surprise.

To Mr. Anselm von Basini,

Prince Eugen Boarding School.

From Mrs. Agatha von Basini.

Mommy dearest.

Read it.

"My dear son."

The poor little thing.

"You know that with the little money
I receive as a widow --"

I can't afford a lover!

"l have only a little left for you."

Give me that letter!

Stop it!

Let me through!

This is craZy!

- You wanna protect him?
- Let me through!

Did you join in his obscenities?

Are you one of his lovers?

Let me go!

Let me go!

No! Let me go!

Let me go!

I can't take it! Stop!

- Hang him!
- Up on the rings!

Let's go!

What's going on?

Open up!

Swing him lower!

Yeah, lower.

Open up!

Open up!

My God, it's Basini!

That's downright diabolical.

It's unbelievable.

This is the door.

It's simple. We tell the teachers
we didn't report Basini out of pity.

He mocked all our efforts to help him.

Yeah, we can all attest to that.

He was incorrigible and stubborn.

We'll say he kept getting into debt.

Which he could never pay back.

He shamelessly exploited
our generosity

and refused to heed
our well-meaning advice.

We admit we made a mistake.

But Basini kept provoking us
with his shameful conduct.

All our well-intentioned attempts
to reform him were met with scorn.

We didn't report him
only because we felt sorry for him.

Very well.

Do you have no explanation
for why T�rless suddenly ran away?

I noticed he'd been
extremely nervous the last few days.

His extraordinary moral sensitivity

must have made him feel guilty

that, even though he knew
about it all from the start,

he didn't report it immediately.

What are your plans?

I'll go back to school
for a couple of days.

Won't the teachers
punish you for running away?

I don't care.
I'm through with school.

I'll ask my parents
to take me back home.

- How much?
- Three groschen.

Come with me.

Unbelievable.

Can you tell us, T�rless,

the reasons that led you
to run away so suddenly?

We already know these things.

But tell us what led you
to conceal Basini's crime.

I don't know, sir.

When I first heard of it,
it seemed outrageous.

On the one hand, I told myself
I should report him to you.

And so you should have.

On the other hand,
I wasn't interested in punishment.

I saw it from an entirely
different point of view.

I was overcome by diZZiness
each time I --

You must express
yourself more clearly, T�rless.

For example, imaginary numbers --

Allow me to shed some light
on this obscure reference.

Young T�rless came to ask me

about certain fundamentals
of mathematics,

including imaginary numbers,

which are truly difficult
for the untrained mind.

Yes, I said it seemed to me

that we couldn't get to the bottom
of that through logic alone.

That we needed another certainty,
an inner certainty.

And I felt the same way
about the Basini matter.

So you feel drawn away from science
and towards moral, even divine, aspects?

T�rless,
is what the reverend says true?

Do you have a tendency to seek --
as you seem to be saying --

a religious background to things?

No, that's not it either.

Then for God's sake
tell us in plain words what it was!

We can't get into
philosophical debates here!

I can't help it
if it's not what you think.

Perhaps I haven't learned enough
to express myself clearly,

but I'll attempt to describe it.

Basini was a student like any other.

A perfectly normal person.

Suddenly he stumbled.

I'd thought of these things before --

humiliation and degradation --

but I'd never experienced them.

But it happened to Basini.

I had to admit it was possible

that man wasn't created
good or bad once and for all.

We all keep changing ceaselessly.

We exist only by virtue of our actions.

But if we allow ourselves to change

to where we become torturers
or sacrificial animals,

then anything is possible.

Then even the most horrific things
become simply possible.

Then there's no line
between good and evil,

and both merge imperceptibly.

Then perfectly normal people
can do terrible things.

The only question then was,
"How is this possible?"

To observe this,
I let these things go unreported.

I wanted to know
how it was possible.

What happens
when a person humiliates himself

or suddenly turns cruel?

I used to think it would mean
the end of the world.

Now I know differently.

What seems so horrific,
so incomprehensible from afar,

simply happens.

Quietly and naturally.

Therefore one must be
continually on guard.

That's what I've learned.

This young man
is under such emotional strain

that this school is no longer
the place for him.

His intellectual nourishment
must be monitored more carefully

than we can do here.

I'll send his father
a letter to that effect.

A peculiar person.

You think?

What's wrong, Thomas?

Nothing, Mom.

I was just thinking about something.

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