All language subtitles for Berlin.Alexanderplatz.E05.1080p.Bluray.x264

Together with major contributions...

by many others, present:

A film in 13 parts with an epilogue,
based on the novel by Alfred Döblin.

An enormous amount of capital
is squandered in the world.

In America,
they even let the wheat rot,

- whole crops. Did you know that?
- Sure. Everyone knows that.

It's even crazier in Australia.

They have prehistoric lizards,
outlandishly long.

They live in swampy, murky pools.

No one knows what they live on.
No one!

Look at him.

The big shot over there.
He's the boss here.

Which one?

The well-dressed guy over there.

His name's Pums.
Weird name, isn't it?

Who's the guy
standing next to him whispering?

That's Reinhold.

He works closely with Pums somehow.

But nobody knows anything for sure.

Meck.

Part 5: A Grim Reaper with
Powers from Almighty God

Come with me.

He wants to meet you.
Wants to say hello.

Sure. Why not?

Another beer, please.

Coming up.

Our friend Meck here has told me
a lot about you.

Has he indeed?

Yes. He's always going on
about his old friend Biberkopf.

Tell me,

what line of business are you in?

I'm going into newspapers again.

Well, nothing against newspapers,

but maybe...

maybe we could do some business
together sometime.

I deal mostly in fruit.

Why not?

It depends on the earnings.

You're right.

You are quite right there.

It depends on the earnings.

That's exactly what I say.

Handle that guy with care.
And shake well after use.

Do you know the story of
the American who gets married...

quite unsuspectingly,

thinking his wife's white.
But it turns out she's black.

"What?" he says. "You're black?"

Bam! He throws her out...

When I say I had seven beers,
then I had only seven, not eight.

Quiet!

I should think so too!

The guy's crazy.

Don't get upset Max!
Give us two doubles!

Coming up...

Here you go!

Cheers, Meck.

- Do you reckon he's a communist?
- Who?

The tall guy over there
with the little blonde.

Looks as if he had consumption.

They should put him in a sanatorium,

and not let him run around like that.

What does he do anyway?

The same as the rest of us.

Fruit mainly.

Another one in fruit.

What sad eyes the guy has!

He's certainly done time.

Come here a moment!

Go on. You never know
what he may want, right?

He's thinking that
I must have done time, too.

I'm sure that's what he's thinking.

I just bet that you've done time.

And I also bet...

when you saw me,
you thought that I'd done time, too.

And you'd be right, buddy:

four years in Tegel.

So, now you know.

What do you say to that?

I'm sorry,

I haven't done time,

not once.

I was politically active once...

when I was younger.

We wanted to blow up a gasworks,

but someone blew the whistle on us.

They didn't get me, though.

And what do you do now?

The fruit trade, for example.

I work in fruit, and I help out.

And when there's nothing going,
I'm on welfare.

Anything else?

No, that's it. Thanks.

Funny,

almost everyone here's
in the fruit trade.

Fruit.

And they seem to earn
quite well from it.

It's simple:

Pums supplies us.
Pums is our wholesaler.

No...

No. I'll stick with my newspapers.

You know best.

You must know what you're doing.

Goodness me! Mr Biberkopf!

How nice!

I heard...

I heard I could have
my old room again,

my working quarters.

Meck told me.

Yes, that's right. Quite right.

Well, come on in.

Nothing's changed.
I haven't touched a thing.

Everything's just as you left it.

Only Miss Lina came
and took her things,

but otherwise everything's
as it always was.

Well, thanks very much.

Nonsense.
No need to thank me.

Well, maybe not...

My God!

I've been waiting for three hours,
thinking you'd come any second.

What? Three hours?
I'm sorry about that.

Forget it!
You don't have to be sorry.

You couldn't know
I was waiting here for you.

What a fool I am!

Don't say that!

You're not a fool.

But the fact that you pay
my rent every month...

That's not necessary.
Do you understand?

It really wasn't necessary.

Nonsense! The room's so cheap
I don't even notice it.

And I've been so happy
in this room with you.

Sure,

but in this abode,

I also lived with Ida.

And it's here...

that I struck Ida...

and killed her.

And afterwards, Lina was here.

I lived with Lina here, too.

With Lina, and...

Come here, Franz. Come to me.
Let's do it again, here!

Just one more time. Come on!

- No!
- Please!

- No.
- Why not?

Not like in the past. Just for fun,

because I can't forget you.

It doesn't have to be
as it was in the past.

I've known for a long time that
you don't want to anymore:

that you don't want to be
a pimp anymore. That doesn't matter.

But this... is completely different.

Okay, then.

Labor government in Oslo falls!

Six-day cycle race in Stuttgart ends!

- Six-day race in Stuttgart ends!
- Hands up!

My God! Did you scare me!
Are you two out for a walk?

Just strolling around.

Fränze wanted to do
some window-shopping.

You know her.

You saw her that first evening
when you came back.

Hello.

If you can afford things,

- you can go window-shopping.
- That's right.

If you go window-shopping,

but can't afford anything,
it's depressing.

- Pretty cold today.
- Yes. It's pretty cold today.

Are you dropping by this evening?

- Yes.
- Great!

We can have a drink together.
That's great!

Come on, now!

- See you this evening, then.
- See you this evening.

Bye!

Bye.

Labor government in Oslo falls!

Labor government in Oslo falls!

Six-day cycle race in Stuttgart ends!

Labor government in Oslo falls!

It's you.

Do you have you have a second?

No.

You'll have to wait.
My bladder's full.

And when I start to pee,
it never stops.

Take your time. I can wait.

Women...

These idiotic, crazy women.

Nothing but trouble,
always the same old shit.

Always the same old bullshit
with women.

Boy, oh, boy!

You sure take the broads seriously.

I'd never have thought it of you.

What do you mean "seriously"?
You know Fränze,

who's always trailing
around with me?

You've seen her, haven't you?

- Sure. The girl you're always with.
- Exactly.

She's married to a drayman who
works for a brewery or something.

Well, Fränze ran out on him,
you see?

She left him for me.

What more do you want?

What more can a woman do than
leave another guy for you?

My God, that's just it:
I don't want her anymore.

I can't stand the sight
of her anymore.

Then let her go.

That's what's so difficult.

Women don't get the message,
not even if it's in writing.

Have you given it to her in writing?

I've said it a hundred times.

But she says she doesn't understand.

Says I must be crazy.
She can't understand it.

So I have to keep her...
what do I know?

until I kick the bucket
or something.

Well, maybe you do?

You see,

that's what she says...

My God, don't be so stupid!

Hold on. It's none of my business.

You're such a sharp young guy,

planning to blow up the gasworks
and all that!

But in a situation like this,

you sit there singing the blues.

I don't understand you.

Take her off my hands.

And what should I do with her?

You can give her the boot.

Okay,

I'll take her off your hands.

You can rely on me.

But you'll end up in diapers again
if you're not careful.

Thanks, Franz.

I knew I could count on you.

You'll have to try her out first,
of course,

but I reckon she'll be
right up your alley.

She's really okay.

Tomorrow at noon,
I'll send her over to your place.

I'll give her something
to deliver to you.

Then you can slip it to her.

You can handle it.

It's no problem with broads.
You'll manage.

And then,
when she wants to go home,

I won't be there.

She doesn't have a key anymore,
so she'll go looking for me,

but she won't find me anywhere.

Besides,
she'll have a bad conscience.

So what will she do?

She'll go back to you.

And I'm rid of her.
It's as simple as that.

...whether all the relay
runners are ready,

and the track referees are in position.
The tension's rising...

Come in!

That lady's here again, Mr Biberkopf,
who came at lunchtime.

She says she has to talk
to you again.

She's all upset. Shall I?

Yes, let her in, Mrs Bast.
It must be Fränze.

Isn't that funny?

Her name's Fränze and mine's Franz.

I'm sure you'll like her.

Go on, then! Let her in!

As you wish, Mr Biberkopf.

Come in, Miss.
Mr Biberkopf will see you now.

The man's too good-hearted.
I've always said so.

Franz!

Hey, Fränze. Why are you crying?
What's happened?

Mrs Bast!

After I left you here, I go home,

but I realize I don't have a key.
So I ring the bell,

and who doesn't open? Reinhold.

So I think: "Maybe he's out boozing.
Sure he is."

So I go to all the bars
where he might be,

all the places I've been to with him.

Normally, he doesn't drink,
only very rarely.

But when he does drink,

he really knocks it back,

and I know I'll find him somewhere.

But then I realize
he's not to be found anywhere.

So I go back home and ring
and ring the bell.

But no one opens the door.

Then I see my suitcase
in front of the door,

so I think I'll come back
to your place.

Come on, Fränze, stop weeping!

It upsets me when
a girl cries like that.

Fränze, stop it.

You... didn't tell him...

about what happened at lunchtime,
did you?

My God, Fränze.
How can you think I'd do such a thing?

You should be ashamed.

First, I haven't seen Reinhold,

and second, I'd never let on
about something like that.

No way.

Never!

You're right, Franz.
I should be ashamed of myself.

You'd never do a thing like that.

Forgive me, please.

All's forgiven.

Thanks.

But what am I going to do now?

What on earth am I going to do?

What should you do now, Fränze?

The logical, most sensible thing:
that's what you should do.

Yes,
but what is the most sensible thing?

What is it, Franz?

My God, the most sensible thing is
for you to stay here with me.

Do you want to run around
at night in the cold?

You'll catch your death of cold...

My God, it's so nice with you.

You see.

And we go so well together...

this way...

and that way, too.

Yes, we go well together, Franz.

Especially since your name's Fränze
and mine's Franz.

I'll tell you
what I'll say to him.

"Reinhold," I'll say,
"don't worry about me.

I don't need you anymore.
I've got someone else.

It's none of your business who he is,"

I'll tell him.
"None of your business at all.

I like him much more than you,
much, much more."

He's been so strange to me
the whole time.

Fränze had a pliant heart,

although she was completely
unaware of this until now.

Franz observed with pleasure
how she settled in with him.

He was familiar with the routine:

initially, women were always
busy with underwear...

and darning socks.

But Fränze polished his boots
every morning, too.

Thank you.

This is Franz, my best friend,

the guy I told you so much about.

Window-shopping again?

Not today, really.

We're just taking a stroll
with no real purpose.

Cilly,

go look at the display!

There's modern furniture.
You're interested in that.

I don't feel like
looking at furniture today, Reinhold.

Cilly, please.

Why should I, if I don't feel like
looking at furniture?

Cilly, please go look at
the window display!

Women!

They just won't do
what you tell them!

Usually, she loves the displays.

She gets on my nerves,
always wanting to look at the displays.

She looks great, your new girlfriend,

almost like a movie star.

Cilly's her name?

Yeah, Cilly... or so she says.

But who would be called Cilly?

Who cares?

I've been wanting to
ask you something.

You've given Fränze the boot,
haven't you?

No. Why should I?

Fränze's a cute little thing.

She's a hot number in bed.

She can cook,
and she does the laundry.

But you promised to
get rid of her quickly.

It's too soon, Reinhold.

I didn't want a new woman
until the spring.

When it comes to summer clothes,

I noticed Fränze doesn't have any.

And I can't buy her any either.

So in the summer she'll have to go.

Do you know what I say, Franz?

Fränze looks pretty shabby as it is.

She doesn't wear
real winter clothes either:

more like things
for between seasons,

all wrong for the temperatures
we have now.

You can never predict the weather,
Reinhold.

You never know how it will be.

I think there's going to be
a severe frost, Franz.

That's what I think:
a really severe frost.

And look,

Cilly's got a rabbit fur.

Just look!

So that's what you're getting at.

I see.

But what should I do with a rabbit
pulled out of a hat?

I've already got one at home.
What should I do with two?

Business isn't exactly booming.
How do I manage without stealing?

Did I say anything about two?

Would I expect a guy to take on two?
You're not a Turk.

That's what I'm saying.

I agree.
When did I say you should have two?

Why not make it three?

Chuck her out.

Or don't you have anyone for her?

Don't you know some guy
who'll take Fränze?

Who then?

Someone else can take...

Fränze off your hands.

My God!

You're really slick, my boy.
I have to hand it to you.

We could open a chain business.
Really inflationary.

Why not?

There are too many broads
around anyway.

Yeah. Far too many.

You have some weird friends.
Really weird.

Wouldn't you like to have
a woman again?

What?

You leave the merchandise unattended
just to ask me if I'd like a woman?

I don't know, Franz.

Lotte's been dead,

let me see... one...

It was six years ago,

Lotte's been dead for six years.

And for six years
I've been living alone.

- And how is it?
- How is it? How is it?

I take care of myself.

I clean the apartment
and try to get by.

Okay, so you try to get by.
And I ask you:

what does your apartment look like?

I can't always keep things tip-top,

and I don't always feel like it.

As far as cooking goes,

I'd rather eat out than
cook for myself.

But that's much more expensive.

Sure it's more expensive,
but that's life.

No, Eddie, it doesn't have to be.

If you had a woman, she'd keep
things neat and tidy for you.

She'd do the laundry.
She'd cook for you.

Sure,
there are things to be said for it.

But when it comes to fights
and trouble,

you ask yourself whether
you're really better off.

Who says there has to be
trouble and strife?

Who says so?

It could just be that
a woman looks after...

everything that needs looking after,

cooks and cleans what has to be
cooked and cleaned,

doesn't quarrel, and brings
a little life into the home.

Couldn't that be?

Can't you imagine something
like that?

A Bundschuh.

Well, can't you imagine it?

Well, if you look at it like that,

and if there were a guarantee...

that there'd be no quarrelling
and fighting...

I've had all that, you know.

I've really had my share of it.

Why are you asking me all this?

Because I've got one for you.

- What does that mean?
- It means I've got one for you.

Thank you.

You're welcome, Miss.

Hello, gentlemen!

Thanks.

There.

Did you make this coffee?

Yes, of course I made the coffee.

This isn't coffee, Fränze.

It's dishwater.

Pardon me?

I said this isn't coffee.

It's dishwater!

No, no.

It isn't dishwater. It's coffee!

When I say it's dishwater, Fränze,

then it's dishwater,

and not coffee.
Do you understand?

And I say it's coffee, not dishwater!

The one time we have a guest,
Fränze,

you put dishwater on the table.

Like I said, Franz,
it's not dishwater.

It's especially good coffee,
especially strong.

Franz, really!
I don't think it's dishwater.

On the contrary, it's...

very good coffee. Really, Franz.

There, you heard it yourself:
it is coffee,

very good coffee,
in fact, not dishwater!

Okay, okay. Have it your way!

If he thinks your coffee is coffee,

and not what it really is,
namely dishwater,

then make coffee for him!

If he thinks your dishwater is coffee,
make it for him!

Come on!
How can anyone get so upset...

about coffee, whether it's?

It's not a matter of
whether it's coffee or not.

The thing is we never have guests,

and today,
when we do have a guest for once,

she puts that on the table!

She dares to serve
something like that!

Oh, come on, Franz.

The coffee tastes good to me.
Really Franz.

Okay. Go ahead! Take her with you!

I really don't have to
put up with this!

Then beat it
if you don't want to put up with it!

Pack your stuff
and get out of here!

Very well, Mr Biberkopf.

I don't need telling twice.

Do you understand?

You'll only say a thing like that
once to me.

I hope so.
I hope I have to say it only once!

Pack your junk and beat it!

Come on! Pack it up and beat it!

With Eddie for all I care.

Make him coffee,
or do whatever you like with him!

I'll be glad when I don't have to eat
any more of your stuff.

No, Franz, really!

Kiss my ass!

Miss, be reasonable yourself,
at least.

How can anyone fight like this
over coffee?

You heard what he said.

He told me to beat it.
That's what he said.

Okay, if that's how you want it,
with pleasure!

He's a bastard anyway, a dirty,
stinking bastard.

Hey! Those are my cups.

They're my cups you're smashing.

You know I don't have many cups.

I'll buy you a cup, Franz,
and have it sent round.

Please do!
Buy me one and have it sent round!

Miss, why are you doing this?

I can't stand it anymore.

I can't stand being treated like this.

You're quite right, Miss Fränze.

You're quite right. But...

a person can lose his nerves...

Things can go too far, though,

and this time it's gone too far.
Much too far.

Here! This is yours, too, isn't it?

Thank you.

And here, this picture belongs to you.
And this tome, too.

Go on, pack up your junk!

It gets on my nerves:
you and your garbage!

Franz!
Really, I don't understand you.

I don't give a shit
if you understand me or not.

Wait, Miss Fränze!

- I'll take your suitcase.
- Thanks.

You're a pig, a filthy,

disgusting... A disgusting...

Learn how to talk properly
before you mess with me!

Learn how to talk first,
you stupid bitch.

That's enough! We're going.

You filthy pig!

You can come in, Mrs Bast.

Mr Biberkopf!
What have you done now?

Such a nice girl, Fränze was,
so hard-working.

She darned your socks,
sewed on your buttons,

mended your underpants.
She went to a lot of trouble for you.

You're quite right, Mrs Bast.
Fränze's a good girl,

really a good girl.

I liked her a lot.

I really liked her a lot.

Take a seat, Mrs Bast.
Drink a cup of coffee with me!

I'd love to.

Thank you.

The coffee tastes good, doesn't it?

Of course the coffee tastes good.
I made it myself.

Do you think I couldn't taste that?
I know your coffee, Mrs Bast.

I don't understand a thing.

The whole quarrel was
about the coffee.

I was thinking out there:
"What does he want?"

"The coffee's the same
as I've been making for years."

Something must have happened.

Yes,

that's the way I see it too:

something must have happened.

And she was so nice,
a really nice girl,

and really hard-working.

I think... I think the doorbell rang.

That'll be Fränze.

She's come to her senses and
wants to straighten things out.

Maybe,

but maybe not.

You beast.

There's a lady at the door with
something to deliver. So she says.

A lady? With something to deliver?

Yes,
a lady with something to deliver.

Well, let her in, then.

As you wish, Mr Biberkopf.

Come in, Miss!

Hello, Mr Biberkopf!

Reinhold sent me.

And you've brought something
from Reinhold?

How nice.

Leave us alone for a moment,
Mrs Bast.

Just for a moment.

Of course, Mr Biberkopf.
Of course I'll leave you alone.

Well, then...

What's the matter, my dear?

Something hurting you?

Is anything wrong?

No, it's really nothing,
Mr Biberkopf.

I'm supposed to give you
his fur collar.

Pretty classy!

Where does the guy find
all these fine things?

Last time it was just
a pair of boots.

Boots last time,
and this time, a fur collar.

I guess Reinhold's
a real buddy of yours?

My God!

Now and then he sends me food,
and clothes...

that he doesn't need anymore.

Like I said,
last time he sent me a pair of boots.

Wait a minute.
You must take a look at them!

Here, look, Miss Cilly!

These are what he sent me.

What do you say to them?

Real galoshes, eh?

You could get three guys in them.

Three guys, I tell you!

Come here, a moment!

Come here!

Stick your foot in it!

There, you see, Miss Cilly.

It's simple.

You just stick your feet
in boots like these...

Off you go!

Quack, quack, quack!

No, stay like that!
It looks so nice. Don't turn around!

Like a slippery washhouse floor.

Glide around, Cilly!
I think I'll join you in them.

I said there was room
for three in them.

Yes!

You...

Reinhold's waiting for me, but...

Don't tell him anything. Please!

How could I, baby?

I wouldn't do a thing like that.

You wouldn't do it.
You wouldn't do it.

There is a Grim Reaper
whose name is Death,

with powers from Almighty God.

Hello?

Who's there?

He whets his knife today,
sharp for the foray.

Soon he will shear a path,
and we must bear his wrath.

Good evening, Reinhold!

I didn't expect to see you today.

- How are things?
- How should things be?

Any plans for tonight?

It's less than a month.
Time for a change again?

No, no. Nothing like that.

Well, actually Cilly's waiting for me
at home, but...

- she's used to my being late.
- Good, then come with me!

Where are you going?

- Bingeing at Walter's place?
- No, I'm not going on a binge.

What! Not going on a binge?

Let it be a surprise!

No one would deny that milk...

is a valuable nutrient...

for children,
especially for infants and babies.

It's also recommended for
fortifying the sick,

especially in combination
with other nutrients.

Another medically recognized form
of nourishment,

unfortunately not much appreciated,
is mutton.

So there's nothing against milk,

but the propaganda
shouldn't be crude and misleading.

I'll stick to beer.

There's nothing you can say
against a well-matured beer.

Do you want to know
where we're going?

Not necessarily,
but if you want to tell me...

To the Salvation Army.

What?

That's right, to the Salvation Army
on Dresdner Strasse.

Lord, we thank Thee that
we may gather here in Thy name...

On Landsbergerstrasse,
in Friedrich Hahn,

the former department store,
they held a clearance sale.

It's gone the way of all flesh.

The streetcar and the 19 bus
stop there: Turmstrasse.

The building that housed
Jürgens's stationery store...

was demolished and
a construction fence erected.

There, an old man sits
with a doctor's scale.

"Check your weight for 5 pfennigs."

Brothers and sisters, swarming across
the Alex, treat yourselves to a glimpse...

of this dump through the opening,

where Jürgens once flourished,
and the Hahn store still stands,

empty, cleared out, gutted,

with only red shreds
sticking to the windows.

Before us lies a garbage heap.

"For dust thou art,
and unto dust shalt thou return."

We have built a splendid house,

but no one goes in
or out here anymore.

Rome, Babylon,
Niniveh, Hannibal, Caesar:

all have fallen. Think on this!

What are they doing now?

They've been called to
the sinners' bench.

To the sinners' bench,

do you understand?

First of all, I may observe, these
cities are being excavated again.

Secondly, the cities have
fulfilled their purpose,

and one can build new cities.

You don't lose any tears over
old pants when they're worn out.

You buy new ones. That's what
makes the world go round.

Reinhold!

My God.

What's up?

Why did you run out like that?

You have to be careful
with those guys.

They keep working on you until...

they wear down your resistance
and you'll say yes to everything.

Hold on a minute!

Not with me. They'd have to
get up earlier to fool me.

I want to give up the broads, Franz.

- I've had enough.
- What a pity!

I was looking forward
to the next one.

Do you think I like
having to come to you...

to ask you to take this blonde, Trude,
off my hands?

No, that way...

It's no big deal for me, Reinhold.
Why should it be?

You can rely on me.

You can send ten more broads,
for all I care.

We'll find a place for all of them,
Reinhold.

Leave me in peace with the broads,
Franz.

I want nothing to do with them!

Then it's quite simple:

just keep away from them.
We'll take care of them.

I'll take the current one.

But then steer clear of them.

Two times two is four, if you know
your arithmetic. Do you get it?

There's nothing to gape about.

Boy, you sure can gawk!

If you like,
you can keep the last one.

Well,

what do you say?

I've been here twice
to the Salvation Army.

I even spoke to one of them,

give my pledge,

stick to my bargain.

Then I go back on it.

What about it?

You know how quickly
I get sick of the broads.

You see for yourself.

After four weeks, it's all over.

I don't like them anymore.

But at first, I'm crazy for one.

You should see me: completely crazy.

You could lock me in a padded cell.

Then afterwards:

nothing.

Out she has to go.

I can't stand the sight of her.

I'd throw money after her
just not to have to see her.

My God.

Maybe you really are crazy.

So, I went to the Salvation Army,

and talked to a guy.
I told them all about it,

and...

then I prayed with one of them.

What?

You prayed?

When you feel like that
and don't know what to do!

And it helped...

for six weeks... eight maybe.

You think about other things and...

pull yourself together.

It helps. It helps.

Reinhold, maybe...

maybe you should go to
the Charité hospital.

Or, maybe, you shouldn't have bolted
out of the hall just now.

You could have sat
on the bench up front.

Don't feel ashamed because of me.

I've had enough of it!

It's no use!

It's a load of nonsense!

How will it help me,
crawling up there and praying?

I don't believe in it.

I can understand that.

If you don't believe, it won't help.

I don't know how
I can help you either, Reinhold.

I'll have to think it over.

Maybe you need something that'll
turn you off women for good.

Something like that.

God, I could puke at the thought
of that blonde, Trude.

But tomorrow...

or the day after, you should see me,

when Guste or...

Nelly or whatever her name is...

when she gets going!

Then you should see old Reinhold
with his red ears:

when he's got to have her!

Even if it means spending all your
money on her, you've got to have her.

There is a Grim Reaper whose name
is Death, with powers from Almighty God.

Soon he will begin to reap.

Guess who I ran into?

It doesn't interest me.

I ran into Reinhold.

Reinhold?

What did he have to say?

Lots of things,

lots, lots.

Did he now?

And you listen to everything
he has to say...

and believe it all, do you?

Don't be like that, Cilly!

Then I'm leaving, right away!

First I wait three full hours for you,

then you come with your tomfoolery.

My God!
I just want you to tell me something.

What's the matter?

I don't understand a thing.

It's all very simple.

Just tell me something
about Reinhold.

All right,

if that's what you want,

I'll tell you about him.

That guy Reinhold...

is neither a lover nor a pimp.

He's not a man at all.

He's just a bum!

Out on the street,
he's like a sparrow,

pecking around
and picking up the girls.

There are dozens who could
tell you a tale or two about him.

Don't think I was his first one,
nor his eighth for that matter.

Maybe the hundredth.

He doesn't know himself
how many he's had.

And how he's had them.

You wouldn't know it
from looking at him,

when he sits there brooding,

not touching a drop of alcohol.

Then suddenly he snaps at you.

Yeah, he told me all that.

At first you wonder what
the guy wants.

Then suddenly he starts to talk...

and he talks and talks.

And he can dance!

What? He can dance?

Why not?

Where do you think I met him?
On the dance floor on Chausseestrasse.

Well, I'd never have thought
he could dance,

that Reinhold can dance.

He gets you, Franz,
no matter where you are.

Even if a girl's married,

he doesn't give up. He gets her.

"Swear me no loyalty,
no oath to be true.

We all wish for novelty,
to find something new.

For hearts ablaze will find no rest,

Seek stimulation:
there lies the quest.

Don't swear fidelity, nor to be true.
For I want distraction, just like you."

You laugh about it.
Then you're just the same?

No, Cilly, no, no.

You know,
it's just that he's so funny,

and then he yammers to me that...

he can't give up the women.

Now he's got a blonde called Trude.

Maybe...

What do you think?
Should I take her off his hands?

Quiet!

What are you screaming for?

They must have dipped
you in chocolate!

What's all this about Trude?

Say that again about Trude!

I told you before not to
scream like that.

I haven't even bitten you.

No, Franz, you haven't bitten me,

but how naive can you get?
Damn naive!

Okay, so I'm naive.

But if Reinhold's my friend,

and he's in a fix,

and even runs to the Salvation Army
on Dresdner Strasse to pray...

I have to stand by him as a friend,

don't I?

You think I shouldn't take Trude...

off his hands?

And what about me?

"With you, with you,

with you, I'd like to go fishing.

With you, with you, with you,
I'd like to go fishing."

My God, Cilly,

then we'll have to talk about it.

We could have a drink and
figure out how to go about it.

Leave me in peace.

Just look at the boots,

like galoshes.

They were from him, too.

You know,

you brought me the fur collar.
Remember?

Well, the one before you...

brought me the galoshes.
That's how it is.

That's how he is. But he's my friend,
and I wanted to help him.

I don't want to fool you.

What a low-down bastard.

What a miserable bastard you are.

If Reinhold's scum,

you're even worse.

You're worse than the worst pimp.

No, Cilly.

No, I'm not.

If I were a man...

Well, it's a good thing you're not.

Don't get upset about nothing, Cilly.

I've told you everything
there is to know.

And when I look at you...

In the meantime,

I've thought everything over.

I won't take Trude off his hands,

and you...

You're staying here.

I'm not putting up with it anymore.

He destroys people.

I just won't go along
with it anymore.

Something's got to happen.

You know what?

Tomorrow morning,
after Reinhold's left home,

we'll go to Trude and talk with her.

We'll talk with her,
and I'll stand by her.

She can count on me.

End of part 5