All language subtitles for Acht Stunden sind kein Tag 1972 eng 4

EIGHT HOURS DON'T MAKE A DAY

A FAMILY SERIES

HARALD AND MONIKA

I have to go to school. If you
don't let me in now, I'm not going.

Got that?

- All yours.
- Thanks.

The head of the
household threw me out.

It's nothing to laugh about.
You can go back in now.

- Is everything ready?
- Stop acting so cocky.

Okay?

We have to buy toothpaste.

Toothpaste?

Toothpaste.

- Do you eat the toothpaste?
- I'm just thorough.

7. NYLONS, 8. EGGS, 9. TOOTHPASTE

So, what's she like?

- Who?
- Your mother.

- Oh! I forgot the toilet paper.
- We'll have to go back down.

- I always forget something.
- Women have to do that.

Now tell me what she's like.

Oh, you know, she's all right.

She's ill, so you'll have
to be considerate of that.

Does that mean we have
to change everything?

- We have to be smart about it, that's all.
- Smart, yes.

- That's easier said than done.
- We'll manage all right.

Now then, when she comes...

Two or three days later
I'll introduce you to her.

And we'll build it up for
her from there, got it?

- And?
- What?

Where?

- I mean, where can we?
- Well, we can't at first.

What?

- You've understood it right.
- Man, oh man!

I can't believe it.

Jochen, my mother's not coming till Monday.
We still have a whole night and a whole day.

- Promise me we'll spend the whole day in bed.
- Yes.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

- Every second?
- Yes.

Have you gone crazy?

- Are we crazy?
- Yes, I think so.

- If she says so. She's always right.
- Make it snappy!

Nice and easy.

Take your time, not your life.

Can't you even let a
guy sleep in on a Sunday?

Let me go!

Let me go!

Right. Manni's going to
make us breakfast now.

Do you think Grandma's
happy with Gregor?

Yes.

They make a good couple.

Father still says

Gregor is a bad
influence on Grandma.

Oh, come on.

Meeting Gregor was good for Grandma.

She wouldn't have had
a life at your parents'.

When old people have plenty
to do they live longer.

You think?

It's statistically proven.

Besides, it has rejuvenated her.

But they do argue quite a lot.

Of course. It keeps
you on your toes.

Arguing?

Sure!

You always have to figure out how
to be smarter than the other person.

Maybe, I mean...

Maybe it'd be better
if they got married.

Got married?

Why would they do that?

Since they're living together.

Or not?

Maybe you don't need to
marry if you like each other.

And us?

We're different.

We're young.

And...

people that have to, have to.

But...

maybe we don't need
to do that either.

I can't imagine that
at all right now.

Getting married.

No?

I... I don't know.

I mean, it can wait. Can't it?

Yes.

Probably, yes.

Who is that?!

I don't know. I'm
not expecting anyone.

Marion, my love!

Mama.

- Who is that?
- Oh! That's Jochen.

Jochen.

- Go out. Would you please explain this to me?
- Mother, there's not much to explain.

- Exactly. My house is no brothel.
- Mama, we...

- Now listen here, I've always believed...
- Don't be so stubborn!

Young man, please
get dressed and leave.

Mama, now listen...

Our distinguished son! Gracing
us with his presence again.

- Leave him be. He's a grown man.
- A grown man?

He's a child, that's what I say.

A child.

- Mama?
- Yes?

I was worried there
was nobody home but Dad.

Pretty quiet here
compared to earlier.

- Come in and have some coffee.
- Great.

Morning, Dad.

- Something up with him?
- Ask him.

- Something up with you?
- Don't talk to me.

- He wants to talk.
- Well, I don't.

- What is this?
- Dad's angry.

- Not angry, right.
- Someone offend you?

- You only come home to visit.
- I told you, he's a grown man.

Go on, take his side.

- I don't get what your problem is.
- "I don't get your problem"!

- He should move out. Why's he even here?
- He's his own man.

Then he should act like a man.

Beat it! You have no business
here anyway. Go on, beat it!

There was no need for that.

- Has something happened?
- Well...

Nothing has happened,
but, you know...

He's fond of you all.
Do you understand that?

And you?

- Are you getting along with him all right?
- Yes, I... I'm pretty happy.

I do like him after all.

And how is Marion?

Things are so-so.

Take care, Mama.
I'm off to Grandma's.

And...

- I'll be back this evening.
- Take care.

Come back in.

I'm coming, Wolf.

I'm on my way.

- Fritz hit me.
- He's much smaller than you.

Fritz! You can't... Just wait.

- You can't do that!
- You said you wouldn't butt in!

- He's hitting him!
- Let them work it out.

- You always know better.
- He hit me.

Yes, but why?

- Because he kicked me.
- And why did he kick you?

Because he took Sabine's...

He tore off its head.

You...

Sabine! Come here for a second.
He tore off the doll's head.

- It's wasn't a nice doll anyway.
- Oh, Sabine!

Oh, the lovely dolly.
Here, here. Look over here.

It was a nice dolly.

Dolly...

My dolly...

He tore its head off.

He hit me.

Yes, but that's no reason to
go tearing a doll's head off.

Look here, a doll is
like a little person.

- He kicked me.
- The door was open.

- Yes.
- He...

- She told me I was stupid.
- Is that true?

- Did you tell him he was stupid?
- Yes.

Their parents are in the country.
To get a bit of peace and quiet.

Now just leave those
children in peace!

- You want me to leave them in peace?
- Yes. You always have to butt in.

- But the children...
- He should buy me a new dolly.

- He has no money.
- He'll have to get a job.

Gregor!

He's a child!

- Pardon?
- He's a child.

He can't rip off heads if
he can't be responsible.

He can't think about responsibility
before tearing off its head.

- Yes!
- No!

- Yes, he can!
- He did it because she said he was stupid.

- Because he said the doll was ugly.
- It is. Look at it!

- Well, that's a matter of taste.
- Exactly.

- Where... Where are the children?
- What children?

What children?!

- Oh!
- Yes.

- Where are the children?
- Yes.

- Where are the children?
- Gone.

Wasn't that Jochen who
just came through here?

Hello. Hello? Who's there?

Say something, would you!

Hello?

Unbelievable!

Hello? Come on now, say something!

Are you trying to annoy me?
Unbelievable, the nerve of some people!

- It must be that...
- Jochen.

Yes, Jochen.

- You see?
- Hello? Yes, it's me this time.

Yes.

That�

Okay-

Well...

I love you, Jochen!

- No, my mother had a little mishap.
- That I have such a daughter!

- Stop laughing!
- I'll come at six.

You're not going!

Of course I am, Mother.

No, I can't come any earlier.

- You can't just contradict me! I am your...
- Your mother. I know.

- Not you, Jochen!
- Stop talking to him now!

Leave me in peace, the both of
you! I'll be there at six, bye.

I'm going at 5.30, no matter what
you say. I'm my own person after all.

Besides, J0chen's a fab guy.

You're mean, Mama.

He doesn't have
anything to do with it.

Why would you do a thing like that?

- I want to get married.
- Okay.

- What did you say?
- I want to get married.

This is a bit sudden, isn't it?

A piccolo of bubbly, please.

You know, I was thinking
that, as a woman, it's...

- Yes?
- It's...

It's more important than
it is for men because...

Because society... I mean...

People on the outside
they... Well, they talk and...

As a woman, it's
just tough because...

Somehow everything gets...

It probably all gets
decided by men or something.

None of that matters though.

I just need you.

It felt so strange being on my own.

Here you are.

Thank you. Let me do that.

Thank you.

Sorry.

I love you.

- You know, I...
- Yes?

- I've wanted to for a long time, but...
- But what?

- I want to work again, I...
- That's out of the question.

At least hear me out!

- Yelling puts you in the wrong.
- That's all you can do.

No clue about a thing, just smart remarks.
"Yelling puts you in the wrong." What a joke!

We've discussed this issue
at least a thousand times.

We've always agreed our child has
priority over your idiotic wishes.

Yes, idiotic. Great!

That's right, idiotic. What else?

They're not idiotic, Harald.

They're not idiotic at all.

I want to do something. I can't
just be there, doing nothing.

- Sure, if our child is nothing to you.
- Okay, Harald. Okay.

I understood your argumentation
until Sylvia went to school.

- But now you're just being mean!
- I'm not being mean.

- Just sensible.
- Sensible!

Yes, sensible.

Okay, what will you do with
Sylvia after school is over?

- Why can't we leave her with Grandma?
- Because your Grandma's a nutcase.

- Grandma...
- Sorry, but I'm talking now.

Your grandmother has
no clue what is proper.

Entrusting her with
children is almost criminal.

All I know is that the
kids are happy with Grandma.

Children don't need to be happy.

Children must be prepared for life,
Monika. And that means they need discipline.

Your grandmother isn't capable of
keeping her own affairs in order,

let alone preparing
children to do such things.

I think Grandma and Gregor
are very happy together.

Happiness again.

It seems to be the
only criterion you know.

I'm not interested in
whether I'm happy or not.

What is that anyway? Happiness?

I have to do my job, to
do what is required of me.

And I have to make
sure that I do it well.

I can be happy when
everything else is in order.

- Exactly. And that's why you are how you are.
- Yes, Monika.

I'm proud of that.
Proud, do you understand?

Yes, I understand you.

But I want to be happy, Harald.

And I want to be proud of
that, and of nothing else.

- Manni?
- Yes?

It's bedtime, okay?

Mann�. Cam you hear me'?

I have to say everything
twice before anyone hears me.

- Night.
- Did you brush your teeth?

- Yes.
- Then sleep tight.

Hey-

- Still offended?
- I wasn't offended, because I'm right.

Let me do that. You take a break.

Run around with men if you
like. Someone has to do the work.

- Where's the housekeeping book?
- In the right drawer.

Mama?

Yes?

Jochen and I want to get married.

We love each other very much.

What does he do? I
mean, what's his job?

Jochen?

Jochen makes tools.

Not hammers and pliers.

Important, very
precisely worked machines.

He's got genuine responsibilities.

They work from drawings.
They're extremely complicated.

Normal people wouldn't have
a clue what to do with them.

Jochen is pretty good at it.

He knows his work very well.

He's sure to be foreman or
something one day, you know?

So he's a worker, your Jochen?

Yes, Mother.

He's a worker.

And have you thought this
all over very carefully?

Yes, Mama.

I've thought it all
over very carefully.

Then I'll certainly
hold my tongue, but...

my approval, well...

A worker...

Do you know what breaks loose at my
house if I'm home half an hour late?

All hell, that's what.

"You cheated on me. You always lie.
You do as you please," et cetera.

I'd love to do as I please. What
do you think would happen then?

And if you have a drink, a beer or two,
then you're a drunkard, or a murderer.

At least you're not far off.

But...

But Marion, she...

She's different.

- Way different, honestly.
- Don't you think everyone has thought that?

I'd have sworn it. I'd
have bet my life on it.

- Bullshit!
- Then you'd be six feet under by now, right?

Well?

- Done for the day?
- No, our boy wants to marry.

- That merits a break.
- What? You want to marry?

Me? No, him.

You?!

Good grief! I thought you
had more brains than that.

You see?

He put it nice and simply.

If you've got brains,
you'll steer clear of it.

I do understand your mother, my dear.
After all, your father was a civil servant.

Mid-level.

You know exactly what I mean.

- And that Jochen...
- Jochen is just a worker, I know that now.

You just don't want to see
it. You're worlds apart.

Worlds apart? Perhaps you can
explain that more precisely?

A worker comes home after
work and is dead on his feet.

- Because he works.
- Great.

What do you get from a guy
who's always tired? What?

Why exactly are you
worried about my sex life?

Get your own, why don't you?

Marion!

Please forgive me,
but I'm pretty furious.

He'll get drunk every Friday.

- Not even you believe that.
- You'll see for yourself.

So what?

If a guy likes getting
drunk, or can't help it,

what would you know about that?

Ha! And his friends. They'll be
the people in your social circle.

Just the thought of it...

I didn't know you had
such a filthy mind.

Sorry, it's none of my
business. I can't judge it, fine.

I can only reiterate that it's
not our world. That I know.

You have no clue what your world
is, let alone other people's.

I've tried to explain
that to you so many times.

And how do you envision
things with your mother?

My mother is my mother.

And I'm me.

Monika!

Do you have 15 minutes or so?

Uh-huh. Okay.

You can keep typing, my dear.

I shall. One has to be
good for something, right?

I really can't take it anymore.

Just refusals and
small-minded arguments.

When he doesn't know what else to
say he says, "That's just how it is."

That's just how it is.

- Have you already figured something out?
- Like what?

I mean,

are you really serious about it now?

I just don't know,
Marion. I just don't know.

I'm so tired, so...

If I only knew what I should do.

And if you just looked for a
job and took Sylvia to Grandma?

See how he reacts when you get
serious and don't just talk about it.

What do you mean, "don't just talk"?

You try being married, then
everything is totally different.

Believe me.

Everything.

I really didn't mean any harm.

I just mean it's always better to take
action than simply talk all the time.

So are you scared of
thunderstorms or not?

- No!
- No? None of you?

- So what do you do then?
- I am.

- So you get scared?
- I hide under my covers.

- You do too?
- I get my brother...

- Me too!
- You all...

- If I hear thunder...
- Under the covers!

What are the features
of modern child-rearing?

It's crucial children
develop their imaginations.

I'd maybe write "freeing
their imaginations".

- Their imaginations?
- They'll want to hear something else.

Well, maybe, I mean...

Isn't it better to write
what they want to hear?

We can always do what we
feel is right, can't we?

- You're always trying to dupe someone.
- Of course.

But you're probably right. Write...

"Children must, at an early age,
learn that life is full of hardship

and they must, first and
foremost, learn how to conform."

- Yes, that's good.
- I bet they'll like that.

All right then, "Children must...

at..."

- Was that "at a premature age"?
- "At an early age."

Aeroplanes start off very slowly,
and then they go faster and faster

until they are going very fast,
faster than they can actually go.

Then they have to
fly up into the air.

Does he really hit
her? She's a grown-up.

- He really hits her, in the face.
- When I'm grown up, I won't do that.

- I think it's mean.
- You're pretty smart, aren't you?

If I really think
about it, I guess so.

Mama!

Sylvia.

- Grandma.
- Yes, Monika.

What's wrong?

You look pretty upset.

Are you troubled?

Oh, Grandma.

I'm so unhappy-

Why is she crying,
Gregor? She's a grown-up.

Yes, everyone cries sometimes.

It really helps you let
go of things, sometimes.

- Grown-ups too? - Yes,
grown-ups in particular.

- I never would've thought that.
- Well, now you know.

Just calm down now.

- Everything will be okay.
- Yes.

I'll get a grip on myself again.

There.

Now then.

Yeah.

That's it.

You really have to think about it.

Think long and hard
about it, because...

- That's quite a decision.
- That's right. The biggest decision, right?

The biggest, K�the.
You're right there.

And your Marion,
she's... She's very nice.

- But?
- No buts. She's most definitely nice, right?

Yes! She's very nice.

That's right. But if you're
not entirely sure, I mean...

You should think it over.

Yes, Wolf. You have to
think it over a few times.

There's no going back.

You'll be caught up in it, forever.

And forever, now that's
a pretty long word.

Pretty long, Wolf. Pretty long.

What's her mother like?

Well...

a bit of a crackpot.

But otherwise...

There you go.

A daughter's bound to end
up like her mother one day.

- Fiddlesticks, Father!
- Fiddlesticks? It's a known fact.

A known fact, plain and simple.
Everyone knows that. Everyone.

Yes, everyone knows that.

Believe your father.
He's right sometimes.

What does your mother say?

She's staying out of it.

She's staying out of
it? What does that mean?

- She's staying out of it.
- Staying out of it! Staying out of it!

I'm starting to feel like we
want something really awful.

- You don't want to anymore?
- Come on!

Just say. I can take it, honestly.

Oh, don't be silly! I'm me.

And I really don't care one
bit what other people say.

- But...
- But everyone can't be wrong, right?

Don't put words in my
mouth I haven't said!

Please.

Look.

You want to, and so do I.

And the others, they...

They have no idea about us.

Right?

No, the others have no idea.

I love you.

Love you more.

I'll get it.

- But...
- Who is it?

It's Jochen.

A little something.

- I just thought...
- Oh, they really are beautiful!

Close the door, Marion.

You said you just thought?

Me? Oh yes.

I just thought they might
brighten up your day a bit and...

No one has given me
flowers in years. Thank you.

Come on in. Marion's
nearly finished with dinner.

Are you not well?

- I'm fine, thanks. I'm fine.
- She's a little bewildered. Come on in.

Well, the food is ready.

Now that we have one
more mouth to feed

we'll just have to
ration everything a bit.

It sure tastes good.

Yeah?

- Marion can cook well.
- I know.

Yes, I had nearly forgotten.

- The taste,
right? - Uh-huh.

- Especially the sauce.
- Garlic sauce.

- Really, garlic? I wouldn't have guessed.
- Yes.

- If you don't know.
- It is garlic.

- Indeed.
- Marion and I want to marry.

She is a very nice girl. She's
attractive and she can cook.

- I wouldn't advise against it.
- Mama!

- Hello! Come in.
- Hello.

- Monika!
- Oh, you're here.

- Then maybe I'll go again, I...
- Come on in. Come.

Hi.

- Here. This is my mother.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- My sister.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Sit down. Are you hungry?
- No, thank you. I've already eaten.

- Oh, I'm so embarrassed.
- About what?

- I didn't know your mother and...
- She's great.

- Oh, thank you very much.
- Yes...

Yes.

- Go on, tell us. What happened?
- Well.

I went ahead with the
job like we discussed.

It was already my
second day there and...

I felt really comfortable there.

And today, all of a sudden, Harald came.
And he screamed, "Get out of there!"

I felt so ashamed.

I've never seen such
rage before. Never.

I tried to calm him down, of course.

No good.

He pulled me out of there and hit me,
really hit me in front of everyone.

I can't take it anymore.

Whatever should I do?

- We'll figure something out.
- Leave for a while. Pack your things and go.

- That isn't fair.
- Why should she be fair if he...

It's not right to react to someone's
bullshit with more bullshit.

Marion!

Well, it's true.

This back and forth has been
endless. What do you want to do?

Well, to end it. I want to end it.

But I don't know how. I
have no idea how you do that.

Okay-

Ending it is okay. You
just have to know how.

It has to be fair. You
agree about being fair?

Yes, of course. I just didn't
think it over long enough.

Exactly.

Yes, sorry, but...

- How can you be fair when splitting up?
- How?

By not playing tricks, secretly
packing up and running off and all.

- Pretty wise, my daughter, isn't she?
- Yes!

Right?

Oh, you're being ironic.

No, never.

- We absolutely get what
you're saying. Right? - Uh-huh.

Absolutely. Most definitely.

All right.

You go to him and say
you want a divorce.

You say, "I don't
want to argue with you.

I want everything to go smoothly,
peacefully and amicably."

You tell him, "I understand you.

I understand your ideas
and all, but I'm different."

And Sylvia has to stay with
you. He has to understand that.

So.

- You want a divorce?
- Yes, Harald.

There's no other
possibility anymore, sadly.

Fine.

Fine, I agree.

Yes?

Yes.

If you can no longer live
with me, then go ahead.

But...

But one thing has to be said.

My daughter stays with me!

There's no discussing that.

Hey, we'll manage it all right, hm.

No. You won't manage a thing.

Nothing at all. You
can depend on that.

MARRIAGE LICENCE

Well.

- Yep.
- That sure was a load of work, wasn't it?

I never dreamt we'd
need all those papers.

Come on.

Come on.

MARRIAGE LICENCE

- Yes, Manfred will be a good best man.
- I'm sure he'll be way more nervous than us.

- Irmgard too.
- Come again?

It's obvious Irmgard
will be my maid of honour.

Come on now, she's been
my friend for years.

- Speak German, you're better at it.
- Over my dead body.

- She'll bring us 3O years of sorrow.
- It's just a formality.

- But it will mean a lot to her.
- Never.

- She has a load of crap in her head.
- No, that's just all she's learned.

- Okay. But what's in it is in it.
- At her core, she's good.

- Says you.
- That's right.

- No.
- Yes.

- No.
- Yes.

- No.
- Yes!

- And I'm inviting all my girlfriends.
- Yeah, sure.

And I meant that seriously.

- What?
- What I said about my girlfriends.

Two coffees, please.

Now, be honest. They're sure
to be a bunch of silly women.

- Pardon me?
- Well...

I just mean a bunch of girls
are sure to be pretty ditsy.

- Ditsy?
- Well, yeah.

- Then your friends are crude.
- Because they're workers?

- Nice!
- I didn't mean that.

Sure you did. Just be
honest. Seeing as we're at it.

But I didn't mean it that way!

Please forgive me.

Here you are.

So we finally get
to know each other.

Look, my mother is ill.

So she needs help now and then.

I mean, a certain sense of
responsibility, everyone has that.

Okay-

I mean, I like your
mother well enough.

At least there's that. But...

Living with her?

I just don't know.

All right. Then where do you
want to live? With your parents?

- Well, I would rather do that.
- Rather than live with my mother?

Well, she is a bit odd.

Look at your family.
Like they're not odd!

Odd? They're not at
all odd! What's odd?

You said it! You said
my mother was odd!

She is.

Okay, fine. Then she's odd.

All the same, I'll never
move in with your parents.

- Never!
- Then forget it.

- Okay, if you say so.
- Fine, let's forget it.

It doesn't matter to
me. Not in the least.

- Don't be so angry. Life goes on.
- Leave me in peace, Mama.

Good, I'll keep my mouth shut.

- Oh, Mama.
- Well, you're right.

- What business is it of mine?
- Mama!

I'll get it.

Hello! What an eminent visitor!

- Troubles?
- I'm all right.

- Who is it?
- Monika.

Go on in.

- Hello. How are you?
- Well, things aren't getting any easier.

And you?

- I'm alive.
- Could be worse.

Look.

What is it?

A letter from Harald's lawyer.

What has he written?

- Hey!
- What?

What does it say?

Oh.

Yeah, well...

Seems Harald doesn't want to
agree to a divorce anymore.

What a dirty trick!

I mean, good God! We had
discussed it all nice and calmly.

We had come to an agreement.

And now...

I have to live under the
same roof as someone like him.

Well, you may really
want to rethink it.

What?

- Mama said you may want to rethink it.
- That's right.

I still don't think you
understand me. I'm not joking.

The way life is now is unbearable.
Unbearable, do you understand that?

Well now, it can't be all that bad.

After all, you did want
to be with him once.

- I mean, I told you back then...
- I'm not interested in what you said then.

I'm interested in how you act now.

He just means you may want to
reconsider your actions calmly.

I've considered my
words very carefully.

And I've explained exactly
why to you often enough.

We just mean that sometimes
people can be a little...

- Impulsive.
- Impulsive. Exactly.

- And...
- Thanks.

Thank you very much for your
help. Thank you so very much.

Now, Monika...

You guys really are a bit stupid.

All we said was that she
shouldn't jump the gun.

Oh yes, you're so clever.

Do you understand that?

No.

- Where are you going to go now?
- No idea.

Where should I go? There's
no one else I can go to.

Well...

We can go to Grandma's.

I didn't even think of that.

Of course. Grandma always
thinks of something.

You know,

our parents have no clue.

They're not being mean or anything.

- They just don't know any better.
- I know that.

Nonetheless, I still think

that sooner or later they'll get it.

How are things between you two?

- Do you still speak?
- Hardly. Just about the absolute necessities.

I come home at about six or so.

- A pretty nasty state of affairs.
- Nasty doesn't even begin to describe it.

It really is almost
impossible to bear.

And he grins the whole time.

He doesn't stop grinning.

You know his grin.

Sometimes I really
feel like hitting him.

But that's just what he wants.

For me to hit him.

- Or for me to get hysterical or something.
- Yes, probably.

Sylvia?

Oh, she's quite sensible.

I told her that she
should stay out of it all.

Because�.

She may have to stay there.

- Oh, I don't know what to do about anything.
- Come on.

Everything will work out.

Well, well, well, well, well.

- Now, that is mean!
- Typical lawyer.

- Yes. So mean.
- Right?

Yes.

Come on, love, have
a drink. It helps.

- Take it from an old woman.
- Grandma!

I always say that.

I've always said he's mean.

- Grandma!
- Yes.

I know that doesn't help now.

Still, it always
feels good to be right.

- Now, Grandma...
- Yes, I'll keep quiet.

So what should we do
now? Do you have an idea?

- If you don't have one, I certainly don't.
- Always the same. How about you?

- No.
- You?

Well, I...

- I have no idea either.
- Same as me.

Oh, yes I do! I'll have
a talk with Aunt Klara.

- Aunt Klara is worse than Harald.
- That's just it.

We have to cast out one
evil with another evil.

Advertising office, please.

I'd like to speak to Marion.

Who is calling?

She's asking who I am.

- Tell her the truth.
- But then...

- Come on, do it.
- Okay, whatever you say.

Hello?

Hello?

Hung UP-

- Who was that?
- No idea.

- Dial again.
- Whatever you say.

Three,

four,

two, four,

five,

nine.

Could you get me the
advertising office?

Hello.

Hello.

Yes, it's me again.

Our call just got cut off.

I'd like to speak to Marion.

I'm Manfred M�ller.

She's not in. Try
another time, please.

Was that Jochen?

Maybe it's better this way.

My goodness! It's what
you yourself wanted.

- No.
- Yes.

I forgot. Honestly.

_ Oh, hey! _ Yes?

Can I leave two hours
early today, Franz? I...

- I have to do something.
- Not sorted yet?

- No.
- Okay, then beat it.

Thanks. Thank you, boss.

If... If he calls
back again, then...

- Then I'm in.
- He won't. Not if he has any character.

Jochen!

- Come with me.
- You stay put!

I have to go.

- It's my fault...
- No, mine. I was wrong...

- No, I was.
- I insulted your mother.

- You didn't. In fact...
- Yes, I did!

- I insulted your parents.
- You'd never do that.

- I did. I said they're odd.
- They are.

- I insulted your friends.
- You said they were silly.

And they are. I called
your friends crude.

You didn't really mean that.
You can't have really meant that.

No.

Rm Pretty happy now.

Honestly.

So am I.

Once you've signed
this, you're married.

- Do you want to go first?
- No, you go ahead.

No, you go ahead.

All right, then.

Well.

Fair enough.

Fair enough?

Yes. Fair enough.

Right, and now you.

I hereby declare you man and wife.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Congratulations. Congratulations.

Next, please!

It sure is a strange
mix of people here.

Isn't it?

Well, sure.

Most of them are
already pretty drunk.

Most people are not pleasant
when they've been drinking.

It's all right.

You're not exactly very
talkative at the moment.

No.

- I'm so hot for you.
- Oh come on!

- Honestly!
- Oh, Wolf! Stop it.

But if I tell you I want you?

You have time for that later.

- But I want to now!
- No.

I'll never get married. Never.

It only brings unhappiness and all.

On the other hand

I'm not actually at all...

sure.

I had my honeymoon
in the Black Forest.

At a lake, Titisee.

But, if I'm honest,
it was pretty dull.

Aren't you going on a honeymoon?

Well...

- No, we're not.
- People don't do that anymore.

And it's right that way. Marriage
is a sensible, everyday thing.

Don't you agree?

Your grandma's great.
She always knows the deal.

I'm super-great, as
my Gregor always says.

Right?

- Are you a worker too?
- Got a problem with that?

No. But you don't
look like one at all.

- But I am one.
- Oh well.

None of that matters
nowadays anyway.

Of course they'll live
with me. My flat is big.

One person more or less
makes no difference.

The flats they build today, on the
other hand, are absolutely atrocious.

You should see our flat.

They're dumps, real dumps.

Then put cheese on the dough.

- And on top of that, fishes.
- Fishes?

Yes, fishes. Anchovies.

- Then bake.
- Bake.

- Bake. But not much. Okay?
- Okay. And then?

- Jochen, do you think I should get started?
- No, wait a bit.

Okay-

Whatever you say.

Grandma, you always have some
trick or other up your sleeve.

What? Was there something there?

- Should I dance with
Mother-in-law? - Mother-in-law?

- Jochen's mother-in-law,
of course. - Oh, of course!

- So you're Monika's husband?
- Yes.

So you're J0chen's
brother-in-law and Marion's...

- Brother-in-law too. - Yes,
probably. And what are you to me?

- There's no name for it. -
Mother-in-law! I want a dance.

- Are you drunk again?
- Leave him be. He has reason enough.

And it's none of your damn
business. Now, do you want to dance?

Yes, I'd love to. Let's go.

- Don't sit around sulking.
- That's easy for you to say.

Do you want to dance with me?

Sure. Let's go.

So are you having a good time?

It's all right.

- Do you want to
dance? - Uh-uh.

Maybe some other time.

Are you the one who
can't stand workers?

Me?

- Yes, well...
- No matter. You can always learn new things.

- Do you think so?
- Yes.

No one pays any
attention to me here.

I get the feeling you could
do just as well without me.

Aunt Klara, we could never do that.

- What would we be without you?
- That's right.

You'll have to take the reins
yourself if you want attention.

Please, K�the. You're drunk.

Isn't he a good foreman?

Yes, more or less.

More or less, I see.

Yeah, well.

- He can hardly make me compliments.
- He can hardly do that, yes.

- Most people don't put in garalic.
- Garlic.

Garlic, yes.

But very important, because taste...

is more.

- Come with me.
- Why? I want to stay here.

- I want you away from that wop.
- But he's very nice.

Swine!

- Spaghetti!
- Spaghetti's better than pork.

Come on.

You dance very well, really.

That's due to you. You know how to
lead. Most men can't do that anymore.

Oh! In that case...

You know how to hold your partner.

Well, girls? Enjoying yourselves?

- K�the's drunk.
- Klara wants a fight.

- K�the�s contradictory.
- Kiara's talking drivel.

You're both ill-mannered. Here,
Klara. I have to talk to you.

That's what you get.

- May I sit down next to you?
- Yes, be my guest.

- We've been dancing quite a while.
- I'm enjoying it.

Me too.

Well? "Lots of dreadful people"?

No, actually...

You're mean!

Sure.

- Harald is just too good for Monika.
- Thank you.

Why are you suddenly...

speaking so extremely
well of Harald?

Let me be honest with
you. I am fond of Harald.

- You're making fun of me.
- That isn't true.

There you go again!

Why don't you just come to me
and say, "I need your help."

- Because...
- I'll tell you why.

- Because you think I'm stupid.
- Oh, that's not true.

- Just a little.
- But I'm not stupid.

Besides, I don't think Harald and
Monika are right for each other either.

You see, that's where you start.

You go over there and tell
him he's too good for her.

He'll be certain to believe you.

Are you here without?
Without a girl, that is.

- I don't have one.
- Oh! You don't...

At your age, when one...

Life has let me down.

Oh.

I'm going, Marion.

- No one is paying any attention to me.
- Why is that?

There are lots of
lovely people here.

No one is paying
any attention to me.

- I'm going.
- You've had plenty to drink.

Yes.

Schnapps.

I drank schnapps.

I'm so happy!

Thank you.

- She dances very well.
- Better than me?

Well now... Perhaps in a way.

"A new broom sweeps clean."

That's exactly right.

- That's how men are. All of them!
- Now, now!

- You see it again and again.
- Yes. Men!

- That's right.
- And women? Well!

Cheers! May I have a dance?

It's really funny.

Unbelievably funny.

- What's that?
- How everyone keeps getting drunker.

You're the drunkest of all.

Me?

I'm not drunk at all.

Not at all. Not one bit!

You know, that got me thinking.

I mean, if she wants to split up,
then you should seize the opportunity.

She just not on a level with
you. She's working class.

That makes itself evident over time.

- And then...
- Don't waste your breath.

- I know Grandma sent you.
- Grandma!

Of course she did. Right?

All right then, yes.

But...

I do in some small
way mean it seriously.

All right.

You can tell her I've
basically come to terms with it.

I...

I accept that things between Monika
and me are pretty much wrecked.

Maybe it was that way
from the very start.

You can tell her I
agree to the divorce.

- And...
- Sylvia?

I think a child is better
off with its mother.

Perhaps that's more important.

Well, I only know her in hysterics.

- In hysterics?
- Of course.

She comes in and is always beside herself.
Oh well, that's how fate would have it.

Yes, how fate would have it.

- Time to move on.
- Her crown's a bit tarnished, isn't it?

Who knows? Besides, whose
crown isn't tarnished?

I think it's time I went home.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye. Have a safe trip home.

- And a very little flour.
- Flour?

Not much, but well steered.

- Not "steered". Stirred.
- Yes. And no cinnamon. No good cinnamon.

- Germans all use cinnamon.
- Germans no understand cooking.

- Oh, I had nearly forgotten that. Sorry.
- That's okay.

Well?

- Go on and guess.
- Guess? Come now, this is a serious matter.

Fine then. I was able to convince
him. He agrees to a divorce.

He agrees to... Oh, Klara, Klara!

- So quickly?
- What?

You managed so quickly...

- You were able to persuade him so quickly?
- Well, I talked quite quickly.

- Klara?
- Yes?

Not lying, are you?

How can you say that?
You know very well...

Yes, Grandma, but...

- But?
- He really will agree to a divorce.

You dance really nicely.

- Yeah?
- Yes, honestly. Very nicely.

No one else here
dances as well as you.

- There you are again.
- Why? Was I gone?

- Well, I didn't see you. Sadly.
- Why sadly?

- Because I think you're nice, despite...
- Despite what?

- Despite the fact that you talk lots of poo.
- Poo? Oh you mean shit.

No, no. I'm absolutely serious.
I really think you're very nice.

- How about we go someplace else?
- I'm the maid of honour.

A maid of honour can't just...

- Where to then?
- Someplace where...

Well, someplace different to here.

All right.

Have you seen my wife?

- Which one?
- I only have one.

Just one? Poor man.

What?

I'm a Mormon?

Yeah, he isn't a Mormon, you know.

He's not a Mormon.

No, he's not a Mormon.

Nonetheless, I would've
thought you had more than one.

Come on now, you know me.

You've known me...

almost eight years now.

You really should know
that I only have one.

Yeah!

How wrong one can be.

Think it over a bit. Maybe
you have more after all.

You're all drunk!

Drunk?

I'm not at all drunk.

- Not at all.
- I'm going now.

I'm not letting anyone call me
drunk when I'm as sober as can be.

As sober as can be.

- Are you taking a taxi?
- No, we're not taking a taxi. We're walking!

How was your wedding night?

Like this?

Ah, that was long ago.

- You don't forget something like that.
- You can't imagine what one forgets.

Even a wedding night?

Even a wedding night.

Could you please go
and get me a drink?

- Sure, Grandma. A shot?
- A double shot.

Straight away!

Okay, now brace yourself. Lean back.

He's going to agree to a divorce.

Grandma!

- Grandma, is that true?
- Yes!

Have I ever said an untrue word?

Here you go.

Right. To your future!

- Both of you!
- Thank you, Grandma.

Monika!

Come on, let's go.

They just aren't a good match.

She's a blue-collar girl
and he has a tuxedo on.

Different worlds.

Thank God!

Thank you, Harald.

Mama, I was looking for you.

It's a nice party, isn't it?

Yes, it's a nice party.

I have to discuss
something with you.

You're so serious.
ls something wrong?

Jochen and I have decided
to look for our own flat.

You want...

to leave me on my own?

No, Mama, we don't want
to leave you on your own.

We want to start our
own life together.

Jochen really likes you.

He likes you very much, but...

And me too, I think it's right too.

I imagined it being so nice, having
lots of young people around me.

Then I could have stayed
young longer myself.

I'm really not that old yet.

- I'm not all that old yet.
- Don't cry, Mama.

- Please don't cry. I can't see you cry.
- Forget about it, Marion. It's okay.

You have to know
what's best for you.

Just the two of you.

Mama.

I'm so terribly
tired all of a sudden.

I was so happy today.
I was really happy.

- I'll get you something to drink.
- Don't bother, love.

I'd like to go home, I...

Marion...

- Come on, I'll take you outside.
- Thank you.

Have you seen my wife?

A fat, little, dark-haired lady.

- Is this maybe her?
- Well, there is a certain resemblance.

- What is your name?
- Me? Ursula.

Like my wife. That's odd.

- And where do you live?
- Kreuzstrasse 23.

That's where I live
too. Kreuzstrasse 23.

How much did your husband
bring home last Friday?

- 323 marks and 2O pfennigs.
- This is my wife!

It must be her! That's
just too many coincidences.

- It'd be a few too many.
- May I take her home?

- Well, if you have to.
- I mean, I'm not entirely sure yet myself.

But I have to take
some girl home tonight.

Or my wife will bop me on
the head with a rolling pin.

And she is very strong.

I have to say.

Well.

Let's go then.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hello!

Gregor!

We can go.

My mission is complete.

Another mission complete, my
missionary. What was it this time?

You shouldn't make fun of me
all the time. It's not befitting!

She decides what's befitting.

- Yeah?
- Sure, because I know the score.

- Now tell him what your mission was.
- Monika and Harald.

- Monika and Harald?
- Yes.

- Harald has agreed to a divorce.
- Really?

- I've done it.
- And I'm done in.

All right, then. And
now hand me my fur.

- I really meant it when I said we were going.
- She really meant it.

No one dances as well as you,
honest. As light as a feather.

- Thanks, that's a nice compliment.
- Yes, every girl likes to hear that.

- Do you say that to every girl?
- Of course, if they all like to hear it.

Oh well, all the same.

- Don't you think it's good?
- Yes, I think it's good.

- It's sure to be right.
- There, you see.

- So K�the is already in bed.
- Yes, well, she's tired.

- And you're not?
- Yes.

- Yes, I'm tired too.
- Well, then go to bed.

Do you think I can just go?

- Sure. There's barely anyone left. Go on.
- Yeah.

Then I'll be going.

- Good night.
- Good night.

He's completely out of it.

- I'm taking him home.
- Don't let him fall.

- Thanks for the good advice.
- Sometimes good advice is useful.

- No harm meant.
- Sure thing.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

And the pigeon, much young,

with everything else in a pot.

With vegetables, potatoes and all.

- And then...
- I am drunk.

I feel sick.

Really sick?

Drunk.

Do you want to take
something? A remedy?

No.

Take me to a...

taxi.

- Me?!
- I have to go home.

Of course.

You.

Are you scared?

Giuseppe not scared.

All right.

Bye. Hold me up.

HARALD AND MONIKA

EIGHT HOURS DON'T MAKE A DAY

A FAMILY SERIES FROM WDR