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YEARS OF MARRIAGE

At last, Baron Maximilian von
Zedlitz finally found a trace.

Soon after, he appeared seeking
Psyche's hand in marriage once more.

This time she did not refuse him.

They tied the knot, and took possession
of Kramow manor in Silesia...

...which was unoccupied since
the death of Zedlitz's parents.

Psyche gifted him with
two children. A girl, Mari...

They had two children.

The girl was named Mari,

the boy was baptized
in his father's name.

Although, the Baron promised
his wife total liberty...

Psyche never once left
the Zedlitz Manor...

in the first years of the marriage.

She lived for her family alone.

They continued the Baron's
charitable habit, to...

to help bind the fate of the
Manor's inhabitants together.

...she didn't write much from then on.

The Baroness stopped writing poems.

I'll sit over there.

Follow us!

Mari, I love you so much!

Where the water takes you.

- The Baron has come!
- We'll get some sweets for sure.

Oh, piggy, you're so beautiful!
So beautiful!

Greetings, Baron!

Good day!

So... Who's first?

I am.

Sit down.

- Where does it hurt?
- Here.

This one?

All right.

We'll have a look at it.

You're next?

Come on, don't be scared.

Sit down.

- Won't it hurt?
- Of course not.

- Is this the one?
- Yes.

All right.

Open your mouth.
Wider.

That's it.
This one?

It'll grow back.

Ew, that stinks.

Got scared, little Baron?

All right, Vaclav, you must inhale.

The cloth, please.

Above the bowl.

That's right.

Enough.

Is the ballerina in the court
your granddaughter?

Yes, unfortunately.

The bane of my life.

From my daft son-in-law.

The only one of my grandchildren
who must be forced to work.

Otherwise she'd dance all day,

Whirling round like a giddy sheep.

She's not that giddy, Vaclav.

Max, have a look.

Her motion is so unique.
You don't see that everywhere.

I wish she could come along.

These are the miners'
houses, Sir. The colony.

Near to the mine, but far from
their present hovels.

The dwellings are not beautiful, but
everyone has their equal space...

in accordance with the
specifications you gave me.

And will the miners wish to
move into these dwellings?

- That is not my business.
- But these houses are all alike.

Monotonous.

If everyone sees the same,
they'll feel the same too.

It's but one rung of the ladder,
a partial solution, of course.

But it's better than the old one,

and most importantly it is more
capable of supporting a new life.

No doubt. And the next
generation can do even more.

That also depends on us.

I'd like to have detailed plans,

- and an estimate of costs.
- Yes, Sir.

It's most important that
the arrayal of the...

colony eliminates the uncontrollable
anxiety caused by solitude.

Let them see each other's lives
behind the identical windows.

Maybe they can improve this way.

The windows are identical, Sir.

And behind identical windows,
their lives are identical too.

Let us not forget...

that we don't know them.

Good day, Baron.

Welcome, Baroness!

- Good day.
- Jan Viskoty.

I remember you.
Are your teeth all right?

- Yes, they are, thank you.
- Good.

Greetings.

- Frantisek Novak.
- Jan Viskoty.

Go and fetch Hupka.

Yes, Sir.

Professor, I'd recommend
those two men.

Those?

Yes.

I'm going to examine you.

Stand closer, please.

Stand by each other.

Hold this.

- Are you... brothers?
- No.

Polish?

Ukrainian.

Please hold this, Baron.
It's my notebook.

Your hat.

On what grounds do you
call something abnormal?

Alright...

go ahead, do your
measurements, Professor.

Your hat.

Are you satisfied with my men?

The children settle in quicker
than adults, without cares.

Yes, madam, they're playing
about everywhere.

Dear Baroness.

Lidi...

I inform you that an abnormal
state overcame me

when I heard of your marriage.

The possibility that something
like this would happen one day

has threatened me for a long time,

and I didn't do a thing against it.

But when it came true...

I felt like I couldn't bear it.

I distressed myself: what sort
of material is a man,

that wants his own
ruination so much?

I strolled the streets of Pest,
days ran into one another,

I barely knew where I was.

And then, suddenly,
I was at home in Avas.

I went up the hill from
time to time, where you...

flounced around me so much as
a chit, exposing your nakedness.

The trees have peeled
off long ago,

and even the soiled
earth is sweating.

As if it wants to sweat
everything out

that the factories
didn't take already.

Something has really died
in this region for good,

and only those that gain profit
from it think that it is progress.

The previous generation transmits
its defectiveness to the next,

which breeds more defectiveness.

And societies leave the birth of a
perfect order for blind coincidence.

Ideas fly high, but humanity
is staggering below.

My duty is... to create the system, that
can turn the life of all citizens...

of all states towards unequivocal
progress once it is inaugurated.

Because without it, humanity is destined to
high expectations and bitter disillusions.

At last, the dichotomy will be over!

I can be a scientist and
artist rolled into one!

My pensiveness is over! Over!

Okay, okay, it's quite
a noble thought.

I would gladly listen to it more, but
my driver will be here any minute,

- and we have to get going to Kosice.
- Your driver?

Is this why you're here?

- So you came to snoop around!
- Laci, you should know that a doctor...

...so you can make a good
anecdote from it, right?

Go away!

Out of my sight!

- Go to your friends.
- Madman!

I'm not your friend anymore.

- Go away! To Kosice! Go!
- You madman!

Away with you! Go!

For days, I couldn't move
out from my miserable nook,

which used to be
my fathers shoe-shop,

and the smell of glue and
etchant still hadn't vanish.

You must remember it, because
I taught the Honourable...

Baroness in her infancy to write here.

You must remember it,

because I taught the Honourable Baroness
in her orphan-age to write here.

The apprentice has gone far,

and I came closer and closer
to the beginning. Or the end.

I was cogitating upon this day after day,
restless and sleepless in the company of mice.

Then the opposite urge:
strolling around day and night,

wandering onto the streets
of the sphacelating past.

At dawn I met the
workers on the street,

I saw all those imperfect
bodies walking with a stoop,

saw all the sadness in
their distorted faces.

And one day, the thought that
has been hiding inside...

me for so long, encapsulated
the idea of my life in one hour.

I have arrived in the future.

I, who stand outside the
proliferating multitude of humanity...

...have realised that our troubles
lie in this unstemmed proliferation!

It will be my task to create
a system...

...to turn the ranks of the
proliferating towards progress!

My sufferings and half-hearted
efforts are over now

which, in the case of a person like me, can
only arise from the lack of the ultimate goal.

My syphilis, which I
saw as a blow of fate...

...was an early warning of this.

I, who am outside the proliferating
multitude of humanity have realised...

that the main problem is rooted
in the proliferation's chaotic freedom.

My duty is to create the system,

that will allow the states to turn the ranks
of the proliferating towards progress.

Therefore, I will not return to
Pest, but go straight to Vienna,

which is a more suitable
city for scientific activity.

I hope the Baroness will not refuse to
support her childhood love and friend...

...after you refused
his marriage proposal.

Fate willed you not to be my wife,
but you can be my patroness.

Fate willed you not to be my wife,

but you can be my patroness.

László Tóth, scholar and poet...

László Tóth, scholar and poet

Dance Mari!

I think we ought to have Ilse educated.

Dance, Ilse, dance!

- Educated for what?
- What do you think?

She has a talent for dancing.

You mean a dancing school?

There are masters, famous
institutes that train ballerinas.

In Vienna.

In Vienna, Paris, Naples...

Or in Vienna.

VIENNA

- I want to see Laci Tóth.
- Yes, please.

- Is he at home?
- Yes, please come in.

Be quiet, please.

He's still asleep.

Sit down, please.

The eye is one of our sense organs.

But can we trust it,

when, as in these circumstances,

it projects before us the
images of our fantasy?

Where can we find
assurance on anything...

in the world that surrounds us?

It has been ascertained,

that there is someone in the room.

The eye...

senses the honourable Baroness...

Who was once...

Erzsébet Lónyay.

The tou... the touch is...
insensitive... impersonal.

It reveals a woman.

A woman... who could be anyone.

The results of smell confirms
the experience of the touch.

It does not confirm that the
person in the room is necessarily...

the Baroness.

Who used to be called...

simply...

as..

Lidi.

Laci, what's the matter with you?

The sense of hearing...

Hearing!

Hearing...

is our most reliable sense.

But in the agitated state of mind...

it is capable of painting
minutely detailed visions.

For that reason... we can
not believe in anything.

Nothing exists...

only I.

And the cells of my rational mind.

There are no feelings...

...no memories.

Well, please be seated.

My illness is not a
bodily trouble, Lidi.

It's my soul that is
pining away in this town.

There's no more for me to learn here,

and I would gladly
accept any assistance.

Die Rolle des Individuum in der
Perfektion des Schicksals

Did you write this?

The Role of the Individual in
the Perfection of Fate

Get assistance for my
treatise and my person.

Baron von Zedlitz could ask Professor Lorenz
Ochsendorfer from Jena to sponsor me.

I understand that he
is staying at Kramow.

Deutschland

Paris

London

I am the last link,
the most perfect one.

The last link...

in a genetic chain.

Only decay and decomposition
will follow me.

Therefore, I must not procreate.

I have to achieve everything...

that I am destined to achieve.

Thus, if you want to put it that way,

the aristocratic lady...

is as much use to me
as a nightingale...

But...

now, now...

now when my career is rising...

as my lawful...

and predestined consort...

Your allowance.

Don't you do it! You...

Come here, you!

What should I look at?
It's daylight.

Do you see that house by the lake?

It's so close!

Is it sharp?

- Do you look at this all night long?
- At night, it's dark.

At nights I look at the other
planets and the stars.

I keep looking at you, Ochsendorfer...

- 35.
- Were you ever...

- a clergyman in Hungary?
- What an odd question, Baroness.

Priests are men of the soul.

A clergyman would have
never attained such thoughts.

So you don't agree with that
young scholar's idea either,

whose essay I read at night.

- Since he's been commended to my chair.
- What essay is it?

The Role of the Individual in
the Perfection of Fate

Heavens, Max!

It is Laci's treatise.

To hell with monomania!

God bless everyone. Come on,
Professor, your train is leaving.

I think, Professor, that it
is the poetic manner of...

the approach that captures the
reader in Herr Tóth's treatise.

The individual's attempt
at perfection,

and the adaptation of humanity as
a whole are two different things.

- Am I right?
- Yes.

That young man is very talented.

Only the world cannot
live by poetry alone.

Think about it: I don't spend my
money on some handsome lad...

or greasy hussar, but on my childhood
friend who cannot lie with me.

Besides, why are you
calling me to account?

Wasn't it you who promised, nearly demanded,
that I should keep my liberty in marriage?

Is this your great freedom?

You take me to task when I
go to see my childhood friend?

You didn't go away...

You became distant.

And I keep wondering
where you might be.

Do you?

Why do you always want
to know where I am?

You left me alone with the stars.

Without you, they are
nothing but cold lights...

in a celestial hall.

Have you brought new instruments?

Young Max is very lonely,
since Mari is at the Institute.

Forget the children,
talk about yourself.

Why won't you confess your regret?

Do you regret that you wanted to
possess that which can never be yours?

Be quiet!

Understand that I find no pleasure...

in my possessions or my constructions,
if you are not among them.

From now on I will support
that young scholar...

and poet personally. Forgive me.

What is it? What do
you want, Klara?

A theatre director wants
to have a word with you.

With me?

Yes.

A theatre director?

He said so.

His name is Rinnlingen.

All right.

Let him in, will you?

Klara...
Just a moment, all right?

Some even said that you were dead.

Your work is a masterpiece, dear Sir.

But...

What does a variety show theatre
want with my tragedy, Narcissus?

Of course, this excellent
work should be altered a bit.

But the translation has
mostly done so already.

My composer, who discovered the play,

has already musicalized a scene.

- Musicalized?
- Yes.

And the songs are so good
that they will surely...

become popular hits.

You shan't blind me, blind not...

No, thou shall not blind me.

Thou shalt not blind my eyes...

whoever thou art.

I solemnly swear, by this hand!
Thou shalt not blind me!

Thou shalt never blind me.

You must sign here.

We can also give you
an advance right away.

Accept it!

Sign it.

Here.

Narcissus... Narcissus...
It's you... It's you...

Or am I mistaken?

Echo knows my name.

Revered one, I'll respect you for ever.

I do not need your respect.

I'd rather you looked me in the face.

Come with me, dance with me.

Love me as I love you.

Oh, why all this pondering?

Love me to your heart's desire.

Come, Ilse.

Proceed! Proceed!

Terrible.

You beguile me with
your honeyed phrases.

But in your heart the poison rages.

O what anguish!

O what pain!

Because I gave my heart to
a paltry human!

Adjust the tone.

- What's with the pause?
- Proceed! Proceed!

Music.

Venus.

Great goddess.

Every mortal, every god...

knows you.

Did you hear the stamping?

- Knocking?
- I heard it.

And no stamping?

No, no stamping.

God damn it!

Is everyone in this house sleeping?

- I wasn't sleeping.
- Really?

- I wish I could.
- Really?

I've been insomniac
for twenty years now.

Really?

Do you all think that I'm an idiot?

Huh?!

I heard with my own ears, that someone jumped
out the window, and ran into the woods.

It was the colt.

He's escaped from the
hurdle in the afternoon.

He's rambling in the garden.

He wants to go back to his ma.

Maybe we could trace him in the morrow.

What kind of colt...

jumps out of windows?

- Pull it.

Why not? We'll take it in.

- It's stuck down.
- No, it isn't.

When I was a child, we
had a house like this.

I reached the shore early.

What a distance...

Some day we could travel across it.

You always search for distance:

the stars, the sea...

What are you running from?

It's just that I don't have
any money at the moment.

But the Viennese public
is looking forward...

to seeing Narcissus and Echo.

The fact is, Herr Tóth...

that we're withdrawing Narcissus
from the programme.

Withdrawing Narcissus
from the programme?

I don't understand.

The public is no longer interested

in a tale of knights and harlots.

Now people need enthusiasm,
patriotism and military zeal,

not decadent extravagance.

You too should listen.

A bearded Serb will
inflame people more...

than a lot of female legs.

I have sold my talent...

to your shady booth.

I will sue you!

Sue me?

You should sue world-history.

Let's travel even further South.
YEARS OF PARTING

Where no ships, packed
full with engines of war,

will remind us of Europe.

Even further South is almost North.

- Take it.
- What is it?

- A present.
- What for?

In case we should return.

Someone back there...

might remember us.

Come now.

Let's go even further South.
Even further.

The statements of income, Sir.
They are not very pleasant.

I must say, the estate has deteriorated in
the chaos of war over the last four years...

which you were fortunate enough
to spend on another continent.

Thank you.

You'll enjoy this.

Havana...

They've become a rarity lately.

Your administrants' accounts
are contradictory,

and the profits are declining.

Elise.

Here's last year's mail.

There were arsons, too.

The processing...

of the mines has almost ceased of
late, due to the known events.

My dear, excuse me
for disturbing you.

What would you say...

if we sold the estate and
returned to America?

To the North this time.

May I make an observation, Sir?

Given the present instability,
an estate is worth more than money.

Even if there's no telling how
the situation will develop.

And purchasers are very cautious.

No one wants to possess
latifundia nowadays.

And this complicates things.

Will you undertake the liquidation?

Are you determined
to sell it, Sir?

I'll give you a week, or I'll
find someone else to do it.

What about the castle's furnishings
and personal effects, Sir?

Auction them.

On second thoughts...
do not sell the family portraits.

My dear, I'm sorry
to disturb you again.

Is there anything you wish to keep?

Max... I'm leaving for Budapest.

And what about the
Argentine Consul's ball?

Are you together?

Dear Baroness!

So you're alive!

Yes, Ilse.

It's been two years since
we last heard from you.

The mail was congested in the
last years of the war.

Laci!

Laci, for Heaven's sake, look at me.

Ilse is already here,

she has come to bid me...

farewell.

I've awaited you impatiently.

I feared you wouldn't
keep your promise.

How could I have promised anything?

We returned to Europe only a week ago.

Someone was here,
I don't know who.

And said that you would
come to see me.

Why have you abandoned me?

Why...?

You abandoned me for good.

You're tired,

you should sleep.

I rushed to you as soon
as I got your letters.

Where are you?

Where have you gone?
Why did you leave me?

- Laci, I'm here.
- You are?

I'm here with you, I've
always been with you.

I can't hold it back,

I have to stool.

Can you get up?

Hurry up.

Quickly, dump it.

Klara...

Where can I...?

Over there.

Another one.

Lidi...

Lidi...

Come, help me.

No, no...

Go out, Ilse.

Turn around.

What are you looking at?

Do you still love me?

Erzsike...

Come, lie with me.

Stay put, Laci.

You can't even walk and yet
you want to make love.

We've loved each other all our lives,
yet we've never possessed each other.

I'm rotting away.

I'm falling apart...

and I haven't reached perfection.

The world hasn't...

even seen my tragedy, Narcissus.

At least my...

genes should travel...

Go where I could never travel.

What you want is sheer madness.

Sleep now.

Sleep.

Are you afraid of contamination?

My disease is no longer infectious.

As a doctor, I can state
this ex cathedra.

The only medicine for my
present acute condition

is that I should empty
my seed into a woman.

You wouldn't be infected,
and I would be purified.

- There is no such cure.
- Ilse...

I was searching for you in Ilse, too.

And now I expect your embrace, from
the world's most beautiful woman.

Perhaps that could resurrect me.

Another one.

Ilse...

did you really sleep with him?

You haven't caught his disease?

I've no desire for this,
but he is entreating.

I am afraid.

I fear he might die under me.

It's strange.

You are not crying, Baroness.

My love is fire, not water.

No one can desert me so easily.

Let's go.

Excuse me...

Who was that lady?

Baroness Zedlitz, the
patroness of László Tóth.

Why blanch over it?

My great love...

was terribly egoistic.

Just as egoistic, as the hero
of his poetic tragedy,

Narcissus.

Who was ill of mortal self-loving.
No one else could have written it...

but him.

I remember...

he started composing
it back in Sárospatak.

What is it about?

It's about the young Narcissus,

who was in love with himself.

Though he is a man, his
beauty is also feminine.

Inamorato and unreachable
inamorata rolled in one.

His adviser was Tiresias, who was born
as a woman, but transformed into a man.

That's how we were to him.

Klara, Agnes and the others.

We went after him
as lads ineffectually.

Why ineffectually?

Because...
Narcissus withers away.

He dies of unfulfilled love.

And that's how it happened. He knew it himself.
Nothing remains of him but this tragedy.

Epigrams,

some treaties, scientific notes.

I drank...

pain, poison and sorrow.

There...

I saw the lovely form.

I beseech her,

There I saw the lovely form.

I beseech her,

I weep, I beg,

I entreat,

I threaten,

I urge her.

She is silent,

she does not hear me,

does not understand me.

For she is dumb, deaf...

And cold.

Empty, non-existent

Because it's only water-reflection...

it's empty...

and has no existence.

Take it to the garage.

- This is the inner yard.
- How arresting.

What can that be?

I don't know, it's enwrapped.

Last week you
brought a cupboard.

But that was a cupboard.

And this?

Have a look at this coach.

That's the card!

The frame was made in
the eighteenth century.

But I have a buyer for it.

Who bought it?

What matter, if it's been sold?

Who bought it?

Dear Madam...

The Baron wanted a
discreet, private auction.

Is everything sold?
Then let's buy this carriage.

Elise, why would you need
an old vehicle like this?

Why... why are we aristocrats,

and why are we adopting their habits?

- And this?
- Baron Reithauser bought it.

Baron Reithauser

He received this
formality after the war.

- Then let's buy this drag.
- It's a good bargain.

- That's not for sale.
- You'll take it to America?

I don't know yet.

Why shouldn't he?

Everyone has expensive
things, family heirlooms,

that they're averse to parting with.

The Baron...

has something rather difficult to move.

May I have a dance, Baroness?

With pleasure, but let's
get inside first.

Is that man some local
Baron or Count too?

He's Mr. Reithauser, who tried to
work off his debts through the...

bulk manufacture of war-devices, but
he's now dealing with sewing-machines.

So now he tries to work
them off in peace.

Viennese doctor says that to do
that, he would need a lot of profit.

This Doctor has analysed
everyone except sewing-women.

You say arresting things, Baroness.

You're a real Baroness, right?

Europe is fascinating.

You see, I inherited millions,
yet I'm not a Baron.

Nowadays you could easily
buy yourself the title of Baron.

You know what...

I think we're talking about
a really serious issue here.

Lately I've been thinking a lot about
moving to Europe permanently.

You want to move to Europe?

Why are you surprised?
Europe is magnificent.

My husband and I decided
to emigrate to America for good.

Now that's a surprise!

I must say, I can hardly believe it.

Are you kidding me?

It's the truth.

Please, give me a chance to see you.

I would surely talk you out of it.

Then you'd better see my
husband. He's right here.

Max.

I want you to meet an
American war correspondent,

who also happens to be a millionaire.

- My name's Harold Scott.
- Pleased to meet you.

You know, it's prohibition
now in America.

Do you think one can live in a country,
that banned the drinking of whiskey?

Your whatever is real fine.

Will you drink with me?

No, not yet, excuse me.
Maybe inside.

Okay.

There's the telephone.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

What?

I don't understand.

I don't care much for the auction.
I didn't ask you to come here for that.

These things...

I have parted with them.

Cupboards, furniture everywhere...

A lot of paintings,

at least a hundred years old.

They'll just find another place.

That is all.

I assure you I didn't come
here for the furniture, either.

I've heard many good things

and many bad things about you.

That a lot about you.

But the play I gave you has
been thrashed about a lot.

The author is long dead.

I'd like you to make this
work known to the world.

You must understand...

It is of the utmost importance to me.

You don't have to ask
me anything, Baroness.

This play happens to be
suitable to present the results...

of our experiments in a coherent
narrative, which is also understandable

for simpler people, too.

As for my methods...

One can reach his
goals in each era,

or even each day
with other expedients.

I only care for the play.

Naturally, it is important for me too,

if I can present it adequate
to my conceptions.

So you stand by
your own approach.

I stand by the
adequate approach.

The era of the simple
people has come now.

People will have to breathe together.

And it is my belief...

that they'd better
try to do so in terms

of art or religion, not politics.

Otherwise, I would
only need a room,

so we could start
doing something.

Do you think, that this
one would be suitable?

Why not? It's perfect.

Then you'll have to wait.
We'll re-arrange the guests,

lead them out to the other room,
and the space will be free.

Telephone, Baroness.

- It's for you.
- Thank you.

I see.

I see.

I see.

Baroness, you promised
me a dance before.

- And you won't forget it?
- No.

But you've already left an entire
wreath of ladies behind.

What do you mean?

The president of the
ODI, for example.

- What is ODI?
- Open Door International.

Women's International Alliance.
It has a worldwide network.

You've never heard of it?

- There was a war, Baroness.
- Yes.

The lady is also the
head of several other...

women's organisations,
and an industrial artist.

I see.

Max, please take care of the guests.

Look, Dr. Jakse Knapitsch
is sitting alone,

with whom you were
in correspondence...

about South-America
and the Indian women.

- I hardly recognized you. - I understand
that your wife is of Hungarian descent.

I did something very interesting:

I designed Hungarian-style bridge-cards,

wherein the conventional King,
Jack and Queen are dressed...

in beautiful Hungarian
national dresses.

An original idea.

Allow me to introduce
Dr. Jakse Knapitsch.

Madame

Alphonse Struve, corvette captain.

And the doctoress is a versed
voyager and industrial artist.

I see.

And what kind of uniform is that?

I don't know for sure.

A lot of new countries have formed
in Europe during our long absence.

As a matter of fact...

with your collaboration.

He must be a representative of some
Balkan empire. But which one?

This is too much.

- Hildegard.
- Yes? What's wrong?

You can dance with everyone,
except that orang-utan.

Don't watch the Other.
It is also you.

You act, and the command
disappears from you.

You win, for the Other is also you.

You don't feel embarrassed,
because the act outstrips you.

The shame of the world is hovering
ahead of you, and you step beyond it.

Your will follows you with
allegiance, like a dog.

The Other is following you.

The Other is your determination.

Hope we won't go to the station
in this old drag.

Be calm, please. Three
cars are ready to go.

Hope you're not cold, dear.
- No, but...

The Baron has decided to set the
drag ablaze, but he wants a last ride.

Max...

Max!

What are you doing?

- You'll infuriate the horses.
- Never mind that.

I want to go along.

As you wish.

Mind your skirt.

Where did you vanish to?

Did you fly up amongst the stars?

Or were you in America, perhaps?

Our guests missed you.
Don't hit the horses!

Where are your cuff-links?
You really are a sight.

My money is in good hands. I've found
a reliable company to ship us over.

This is all very good news.

But your face is moody and ferocious.

- You're not being frank with me.
- I had a bad dream.

Why aren't you frank?

You've had a dream?

You never dream.

Did you sleep at all last night?

What?

What kind of ship is it?

Don't you carry me across the
ocean in some small barque.

It's a big ship, Elise.
It also has a swimming pool.

How original.

Neither of us can swim,
but the children will like it.

Perhaps after all these sea
voyages we'll learn to swim too.

Could be.

Elise...

that ship sails out in
a week from Le Havre.

Are you starting again?

Let's not go to Germany, Elise.

Not Germany,

but to a town where the
professor will stage Narcissus.

Where Laci will get the posthumous
recognition that he earned in his life.

Let's not go to Germany, Elise.

Stop whipping the horses!

Stop it!

Stop it! Stop the carriage!

Stop it!

I want to get off!

You've gone mad, Max.

Look, you've wounded her neck.

That is an old wound.

Have you still got the ointment?

We used to keep it under the seat.

It's here.

The goose-feather is there, too.

This is how Erzsébet Lónyay
made her exit from the world,

with whom diplomats and aristocrats...

fell in love, from Madrid to Moscow,

from Copenhagen to Constantinople.

That's how she died.

If they even existed at all.

Was it an accident, or did
the jealous husband do it?

It never transpired.

No one heard the woman scream.

This is how Erzsébet Lónyay
made her exit from the world.

Was it an accident, or did
the jealous husband do it...

it never transpired...

how Erzsébet Lónyay
made her exit...

from the world.

The Baron built a statue for her.

With one word on its pedestal,
how her loved ones called her:

Psyche

He built a statue in the
garden of Kramow,

an accurate portrait
of Elise with wings.

The husband never healed from
his sorrow, never married again.

He built a statue in the
garden of Kramow,

an accurate portrait
of Elise with wings.

With one word on its pedestal,
how her loved ones called her:

Psyche

And he died three years
after his loved one departed.

This is how she made her exit...

If they even existed at all.