All language subtitles for Berlin.Alexanderplatz.E06.1080p.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.

It's true, Franz.

I can't stand Trude.

I just can't stand her.

Do you understand?

She nauseates me.

She makes me sick.

When she eats,
I hear it like... explosions.

Or when she swallows...

or gawks at me, I could...

I don't know.
I could wring her neck.

I'm absolutely sick of her, I tell you.

I have to get rid of her. I just have to.

And I have to get rid of her today!

Today.

Then you have another one already,
Reinhold?

Yes.

Yes,

I've got another one.

Her name's Nelly.
She works in the market hall.

What a woman.

What a woman.
You wouldn't believe it.

She's a woman like...

Like...

I got the idea, Reinhold.

I know exactly what you mean.

But I'm not kicking Cilly out.

She's really settled in with me,

and she's a decent little woman.

I tell you Reinhold:
just put the brakes on things,

like any decent guy should.

It can't go on like this, Reinhold.

Hold on, Franz. Wait a minute!

I don't understand you.

I don't understand what you mean.

Is it because of the fur collar?

When Trude comes by,

she'll bring you...
what do I know?

a watch, a silver pocket watch...

or... a fur cap with earflaps.

You could use one, couldn't you?

No, Reinhold. No way!

There's got to be an end
to all this nonsense.

And I'll buy all that stuff myself
if I need it.

I've been thinking things over, Reinhold,

giving the matter some close thought,

yesterday and today.

The best thing is for you to keep her,

to keep Trude, come what may.

Man, you have to get used to it.
You can do it.

They're all human beings, even broads.

Otherwise you can get a whore
for 3 marks,

who'll be happy to move on afterwards.

But beguiling a woman
with love and emotion...

and then dropping her,
and one after another...

No, Reinhold.

Hey, what's up now?

It's all right, Franz.

If you can't take Trude off my hands,
then you can't.

I got by without you before.

Feeling better now, darling?

That's my business.

I want you to feel good, Reinhold.

I love you so much.

No!

What's the matter, Franz?

Don't you feel well?

It's nothing, Cilly.

It's nothing. It was just a dream.

You've broken out in a cold sweat.

Have I?

What were you dreaming about?

First, I was a horse,

an ordinary horse,

pulling a vegetable cart
to the market hall.

But I don't want to be a horse.

I don't want to run around
at night in the cold,

I'd rather be in the stable
where it's warm.

Then suddenly I notice...

that my toes are frozen.

And I want to die,

because I'm not allowed in the stable
where it's warm,

and because my feet are frozen.

And just when I feel like dying,
I really do die.

And when I'm dead,

I'm not just gone:

I'm a bird sitting in a tree.

And suddenly I see...

how a snake...

is slowly creeping up the tree
towards me.

I want to fly away because I think:

"You're a bird. You can fly away." But...

I can't.

I may be a bird, but...

I can't fly away. I can't move at all.

Part 6: Love Has Its Price

And the snake comes nearer...

and nearer,

and I want to escape. I want...

to get further and further away.
I'm getting increasingly scared.

And the snake's coming toward me,

and then it's next to me and bites me.

And once it had bitten me,

I wasn't a bird anymore.

I was myself,

and the snake was Reinhold,

but I'd still been bitten.

And then I knew...

I really had to die.

Sorry, Cilly. It was a stupid dream...

to wake you up for.

It's not a stupid dream.

It's not a stupid dream at all.

I can understand
why you were so afraid.

In Berlin, in early April,

when there was a breath
of spring in the air,

a Russian student, Alex Fränkel,
shot his fiancée,

the 22-year-old artisan
Vera Kaminskaya,

in her rooming-house.

The governess Tatyana Sanftleben,
of the same age,

who had planned to take her life
with them,

was seized with fear at the last moment
and ran away,

while her friend Vera
lay lifeless on the floor.

She ran into a police patrol,

told them her frightful experiences
of the past months,

and led them to the place where Vera and
Alex lay mortally wounded.

Homicide was alerted...

and sent officers to the crime scene.

Alex and Vera had wanted to marry,

but economic conditions
did not permit matrimony.

Well, how are things?
How's business?

Isn't there enough happening
in the world?

Can't complain.

Things could be worse.

I've got enough to live on.
What more does a guy need?

- I'm not one for luxury.
- That's true.

You're not a guy for luxury.

On the other hand, there's something
to be said...

for being able to afford things
and for the certainty of having...

something to eat in ten days
or three weeks.

It all depends.

It depends how you look at things...

and how much you have
to sell yourself...

to have that certainty.

Bruno, come over here a moment!

You, too, Theo!

Let's talk the matter over in peace again.

It's great how the boys jump
when he calls.

- He's sure got a hold on them.
- They make a good living with him.

- Pums needs more people.
- What should I do with fruit?

Fruit's not his only line.

He's a shrewd devil, Pums,

pretty shrewd.

But they're just like his employees.

They're dependent on him
like any other boss.

- Max!
- Yes?

Bring us two doubles.

Coming up.

You know, Meck...

Do you know what I say?

People...

are a really strange lot.

Have you just figured that out?

No, I don't mean it like that. I...

I mean something quite specific.
Do you understand?

If you mean something specific,
then spit it out.

Well, the thing is...

Here you go.

Thanks.

Cheers.

What I mean is...

It's Reinhold I'm referring to.

I agreed to take over his broads,

because he gets sick of them so quickly.

That's right!

That's what I did, twice:

first Fränze and then Cilly.

But the third time I said,
"No, Reinhold, no.

Cilly's settled down so well with me.

She's staying.
I'm not kicking her out."

So now he's stuck with his Trude.

Don't tell me you really made
an agreement like that.

Yeah, like I said.

That's the craziest thing I ever heard.

He must learn to stay with someone,

even if it's boring for him sometimes.

Do you understand?
There's something wrong with the guy.

But because he's my friend,
and I kind of like him,

I thought I ought to help him out.

- Cheers, Meck.
- Cheers.

"We'll sing a canon around
our table, Mabel.

We'll sing a canon around
our table, Mabel.

Three times three is nine.
We're boozing all like swine.

Three times three and one is ten.
Let's have a round of drinks again.

Two, three, four, seven..."

At 8:23 and 17 seconds...

another person enters the bar.

Another... One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven.

Mother's cooking beets in heaven...
Who can it be?

The King of England, you say?

No, it's not the King of England,

riding with his retinue
to the opening of parliament,

a symbol of the English nation's
sense of independence.

No, it's not him.
Who is it then? It's only...

Who comes shuffling up,
his socks falling down? Reinhold.

Sit down at the back there.

Bring Trude a beer and a coffee for me.

Coming up.

Hi, Reinhold.

You're pretty late.

Sorry, boss.

It's hard not to burst out laughing...

and die of laughter in the end.

It's no laughing matter, Meck.
It's not funny.

He's a subject of my education.

He's my pupil.
I've got him on a tight rein.

Wrigley P. R. chewing gum...

for healthy teeth, fresh breath,
better digestion.

Take a seat, Reinhold.

How are things at home?
Everything hunky-dory?

You can see for yourself:

Trude's still with me.

You get used to it.

See, Meck, we're putting things straight
in the world.

We're running the show.
Just let anyone say otherwise.

One penitent sinner is worth
more than 999 just persons.

And what about you?

Aren't you glad all that hassle
with the broads is over?

You'd like to play the physician?

Why not?

I've got experience in these things.

I know how things are.

You want to cure me by turning me
into a married cripple?

Cheers!
Long live the married cripple!

"Three times three is nine.
We're boozing all like swine."

Come on, Reinhold, sing along!

If you don't make a start,
you'll never reach the end. Cheers!

Just a minute.

What's up with them?

Do you understand...

what they have to whisper about all day?

Well, Biberkopf?
Still as stubborn as ever?

It's all quite simple.

You take over a vegetable truck.

Pums delivers the goods,

and the earnings are handsome.

And I told you I don't want to.

Think it over.

Just think it over.

You'll find me when you need me.

Come on, Meck.

- Bye, everybody!
- Bye!

I'm going, too.

I have to.

All the best, boys!

Take care!

What do you think, Reinhold?

What do you think...

about this business with Pums?

Well,

I'm in on it, too.

I don't know.

I'll think it over.

Cursed be the man, saith Jeremiah,

that trusteth in man,
and maketh flesh his arm,

and whose heart departeth from the Lord.

For he shall be like the heath
in the desert,

and shall not see when good cometh,

but shall inhabit the parched places
in the wilderness.

Blessed is the man
that trusteth in the Lord,

and whose hope the Lord is.

He shall be as a tree by the waters,
that spreadeth her roots,

and when heat cometh,
her leaf shall be green

and shall not be careful
in the year of drought,

neither shall cease from yielding fruit.

The heart is deceitful and
desperately wicked: who can know it?

Franz, you might at least have taken off
your boots.

Don't make such a fuss, Cilly!

Boots on, boots off,
boots on, boots off.

I can't keep taking my boots off...

Water in the thick black forest,

terrible black water, you lie so silent.

So terribly quiet you lie,

unmoving when the storm rages
around the forest...

and the pines bend, and the cobwebs
are torn apart,

and the splintering begins.

In the hollow you lie, black water.
The branches fall.

The wind tears at the forest,
but does not reach you down there.

No dragons, the time of the mammoth
has passed.

There is nothing that could frighten one.

What's up now?

Nothing at all, Cilly.

Sunday, April 8th, 1928

Is today a holiday, Cilly?

Yes, it's Sunday.

No, Cilly, a special holiday?

The bells are ringing like crazy.

Where?

Just now.

I didn't hear anything.

Did you hear something?

They were really booming, Cilly,

really making a racket.

You must have been dreaming.

No, Cilly,

I wasn't dreaming.

You don't dream things like that,

not bells ringing.

I heard it.

Who knows what happened
to somebody just now?

You shouldn't talk like that, Franz.

You frighten me.

Really. You frighten me.

It's all right, Cilly.

I'm going out to get a breath
of fresh air,

to see whether anything's happened.

Terrible black water, you lie so silent,

so terribly still.

Plants decay in you. Fish,

snails move. Nothing else.

Yet, though you're only water,

there's something uncanny about you,
black water,

terribly quiet water.

That's Bruno.

Of course it's Bruno!

What's going on here?

Hold it! You're coming to the station!
Do you understand?

Go to Pums!
Do me a favor: Kölner Strasse 17.

Go to Pums!
Tell him I can't come today!

- It's important. Can I rely on you?
- Sure.

Good evening, Mr Pums.

Good evening.

Mr Biberkopf.
Very pleased to see you.

Come in.

It's all right, Clara...
Come over here.

You're amazed I came to see you,
aren't you?

Well, what should I say?

I'm walking across the Alex,
and in Landsberger Strasse...

there's a scrap going on.

So I go over to see what's happening.

Well, there's Bruno slugging it out...

with some little guy.

Then the cops come along and cart him off.

So I'm supposed to tell you
he can't come tonight.

And that's it.

Strange,

I was thinking of you anyway, Biberkopf.

- Very strange.
- Yeah, it is strange.

So Bruno's not coming this evening?

In that case,

- you'll take his place, Biberkopf.
- What do I do?

Take a seat first.

It's all very simple, Biberkopf.

It's nearly six now.
At nine, we have to pick up the goods.

Today's Sunday.
You don't have anything to do anyway.

I'll pay your expenses,

and on top of that, I'll pay you...

Let's say...
five marks an hour.

- Five marks?
- Yes, five marks,

plus expenses...
Okay, then, five fifty.

What do I care?

Would you like a coffee,
or a small schnapps?

No thanks.

It's just that...

I should really get home.

My girl's there - Cilly.

I can't leave her all day Sunday
alone at home.

No, Biberkopf.
I can't let you go now.

Everything will fall through,
and I'll be left holding the baby.

No, not for some woman.
That won't do at all, Biberkopf.

You're not ruining everything for us
because of that.

She won't run away from you.

I know that.

That's the truth. I can count on her.

And that's why I can't
leave her sitting alone.

She doesn't see or hear anything
from me,

doesn't even know where I am.

That'll sort itself out.

By the way, this is my wife,

and this is Mr Franz Biberkopf.

He'll be joining us tonight.

Don't forget to take your pills.

No, I won't forget this time.

"No more child marriages in India."

"A cemetery for prize-winning livestock."

"Bruno Walter conducts his last concert
this season...

on Sunday, April 15,
at the Civic Opera House.

The programme will include Mozart's
Symphony in E-flat major.

The net proceeds will go toward...

the Gustav Mahler monument in Vienna."

"Driver, married, 32,

with 2a and 3b driver's licences,
seeks employment...

in private business or trucks."

Hello, Reinhold!

Hello, Franz!

Reinhold, I feel really at home
here now.

It's great that you'll be with us.
Now I don't mind coming along.

Come what may.

I see.

You're coming along, too?

That's what I just said.

That's right.

At least you've made
a decision for once.

This is the place.

You can throw the cigar away now.

Why?

Because I said so. Understand?

What are you doing here, Biberkopf?

You have no business here.

Stay down there and
keep a lookout!

Go down there!

Why? Don't I have to pick something up
here?

Nonsense!

Get down there... and fast!

Didn't anyone tell you?

No one told me anything.

Just get down there
and keep a lookout!

What is this here?

Where are we?

Robbery...

and murder.

They're stealing, breaking in.

I must get out of here.

I must get out of here
an ice rink, a slide.

Quick getaway: on the water,
all the way to Alexanderplatz.

Must get out of here.

Run after that idiot.

Hey, why are you running away?

Didn't anyone tell you?

Well,

it doesn't matter now.

Come with me!

No need to pull me. I'm coming.

- Okay. Come on, then!
- Sure.

For God's sake, faster!

Okay...

Stand here and keep a lookout!

Who gives the orders here?

Cut the crap!
There's no time for that.

Don't you have any brains?

Don't act so dumb.

Just stay here and whistle
if anything happens! Okay?

- Yes, but... Reinhold, I...
- Shut up!

So that's how it is.

Now I'm standing here.

They pulled a fast one on me.

They really hoodwinked me.

And that bastard hit me...

Reinhold...

hit me.

There's a robbery going on in there.

Who knows what they're stealing?

My God, what a fool I am!

I thought they were dealing in fruit,

but they're just burglars.

My God, I'm keeping a lookout.

Do you hear, Franz?
You're keeping a lookout.

After being locked in their cells,
all prisoners must go to bed.

In summer, they may stay up
until nightfall.

This here is a gang,
and Pums is the leader.

Klöckner, Humboldt, Deutz, Krupp Steel,
Mercedes, and they lured me here.

Come on, Franz. We're finished.

Let's go. Everything's okay.

What?
You're in on this, too, Meck?

Sure, Franz.

Didn't you know?

I'm driving the other car. Come on!

My God, Reinhold.

I'd never have thought
you were so strong.

That sure hurt...

when you hit my arm back there.

Shut up, man.

Shut your face.

Be quiet now.

If anyone follows,

give a signal up ahead!

Do you hear? If anyone follows...

Come on! Let's follow them!

Why, baby?

Let's see whether you're faster.

You don't have to say that twice.

They're following us.

My God, drive faster!
They're coming closer.

What are you laughing at, you idiot?

Are you out of your mind?

Why shouldn't I laugh?

It's nobody's business if I laugh, is it?

So, it's none of my business
if you laugh?

You no-good, two-bit jerk.

For me, you're nothing but a snake
in the grass anyway.

A stool pigeon: that's what you are.

No, Reinhold.

One thing you can believe about me:

I'd never rat on you.

Water in the black forest,
lying so silent.

So terribly quiet you lie there,

unmoving when a storm rages
in the forest and the pines bend...

and the cobwebs tear,
and the splintering begins.

The storm does not reach you down there.

Cursed be the man, saith Jeremiah,
that trusteth in man.

For he shall be like the heath
in the desert...

and shall inhabit the parched,
uninhabited places.

The heart is deceitful and wicked:
who can know it?

Love Has Its Price

Cilly was looking for him all afternoon.

Franz didn't come home.

Got to piss.

Franz is dead.

What did you say?

That Franz is dead.

It was an accident.

My God. Franz is dead?

Yeah, you heard right.
He's dead. Understand?

Dead! It was an accident.

- Hello, Meck.
- He's dead.

Heard anything from my Franz?

The guy just won't come home.

I'm waiting, and he lets me sit there.

You're his friend.
You must know where he is.

He's dead.

Your jokes are so bad...

that they're laughable.

It's no joke, Cilly. Franz is dead.

It was an accident.

Dead?

Say that again.

You filthy swine! Say that again!

Say that again, you dirty, filthy swine!

Say that again: that my Franz is dead!

- Say it again!
- Cilly, Franz is dead.

Dead?

Don't do that again, Cilly.

I won't take that a second time.

Do you understand?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I couldn't...
I'm sorry, Meck.

I couldn't control myself.

It just came over me...

It's all right, Cilly. It's okay.

Where's Reinhold?

Reinhold?

Why him?

Why? Yes, why?

Reinhold's his friend.

He always said he was his friend.

He's in the john.

In the john.

Reinhold,

did you hear?

Franz is dead.

He had an accident. Did you hear?

This is the men's john, Cilly.

Do you understand?

The men's john.

Say something, Reinhold, please.

Anything.

Surely you can say something.

What do you want to hear?

Well,

if you really want to know,

it's true.

He's dead...

Franz is.

It was an accident.

He fell in front of a car.

Reinhold,

don't you love me anymore?

Not even a little bit?

Sure,

Cilly,

sure I do.

It's long enough... ago now.

Is he dead?

I'm not sure.

There's blood here, too.

I think...

we must call the police.

Why call the police?

No one can see us here.
No one saw us.

And it's his own fault:

he fell out of the car.

We couldn't help it.

But we can't leave him lying here.
He might kick the bucket.

Like I said: it's his own fault.

He fell out. We're not to blame.

My God, Marianne, if this man dies,

and we could have helped him...

Could you ever forget it?

I could never forget it.

And what do you think will happen
if we call the police?

What do you think'll happen?
What an uproar there'll be.

Yes, you're right, Marianne.

It's sure to be unpleasant. As you said,

he fell out of the car.

We didn't have a chance.

But we have to call the police.

I think he's trying to say something.

Then he's still alive.

No police, please. No police.

Drive me back to Berlin, will you?

No police. Don't call the police.

Drive me back to Berlin...
Elsässer Strasse.

Do you understand?
Elsässer Strasse 26.

Please.

He doesn't want the police.

He wants to go to
Elsässer Strasse 26.

We should take him there.

What do you say?

You must decide that, Oskar.
You're the man.

You must decide.

Yes,

that's the best thing.

It's best if we do that.

Come on! Give me a hand!

Hell and Its Children

Shut up! I know that, yeah.

Reinhold!

Who is this?

Can you tell me who this person is?

No.

Cilly, what are you doing here?

This...

is my girlfriend Cilly.

And who are you, madam?

I asked you who you are
and what you want.

This is my apartment!

What do you want here?

I love you.

Well, that beats everything!

How can a person use words like that?

Do you know what I say to you,
madam?

You're an old sow.

Why did you do that?

What have I done?

I come home...

to my apartment and find
a strange woman.

And then she says she loves me.

For three days, I feared something had
happened to you.

No one need fear for me.

No one need worry about me.
Understand?

"Is that clear?" I asked.

Don't hurt me, Reinhold.

Please don't hurt me.

Don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me.

I've had enough of you.

I'm sick of you. Do you hear me?

I'm sick of you.

You're repulsive.

You nauseate me.

I never want to see you again.

Beat it!

Do you hear me? Beat it!

I don't understand, Reinhold.

What's the matter?

Did you hear that?

She doesn't understand what's up.

She didn't get it, the stupid bitch.

I have to go to the john.

I told you...

you make me sick.

You're repulsive.

And if you don't get out of here...

right away,

I'll do you in.

I'll do you in.

Do you hear me!

Please don't hurt me, Reinhold.

Get out of here!

I'll kill you!

No... no!

I've done it!

I managed to throw her out.

I just kicked her out.

Cilly!

I've managed to throw
someone out.

I've managed to throw
someone out.

Who'd have thought it?

Not even Franz.

Not even Franz would
have thought...

I could do it.

And it's important...

that we're happy
when the sun rises...

and the lovely light comes.

The gas lamps have to go out,

the electric lights have to
go out.

People have to get up
when the alarm clock rings,

for a new day has begun.

The world has gone on turning.

The sun has risen.

You can't be sure...

what's up with this sun.

People are very concerned with this sun.

It's supposed to be the central body
of our planetary system,

for our Earth...

is only a small planet. But...

what are we, then?

When the sun rises and we are happy,

one should actually be sad,

for what are we really?

The sun is 300,000 times
bigger than the Earth,

and there is no end of other numbers
and zeroes,

which simply goes to show...

that we are a zero ourselves,
absolutely nothing.

It's ridiculous really,

yet one's happy nevertheless.

You come out onto the street,

and feel strong.

Colors emerge,

people's faces come to life,

and there are forms that...

you can grasp with your hands.

What a good thing it is
that we can see,

that we can see these colors
and the lines.

And people always take pleasure...

when they can show what they are,

that they're doing something,

experiencing something.

We take pleasure in a little warmth.

We're happy that the flowers...

can grow.

But that other matter...

that must be a mistake,

there must be an error...

in those terrible numbers with...

all the zeroes.

There is no cause for despair.

When I continue with this tale,

telling it to its bitter, frightful end,

I shall often use these words:
"No cause for despair."

End of part 6