Original subtitles

HEART OF STONE (The Cold Heart)

A co-lour film inspired by WILHELM HAUFF

Script: PAUL VERHOEVEN, WOLFF V. GORDON

Colour Technology and Cinematography: BRUNO MONDI

Trick Photography: ERNST KUNTSMANN

Set Design: EMIL HASLER Music: HERBERT TRANTOW

Costumes: WALTER SCHULZE-MITFENDORFF

Make-up: F. C. HARTMANN

Sound: KARL TRAMBURG Editor: LENA NEUMANN

Production Manager: WERNER DAU

Assistant Director: FRANZ BARRENSTEIN

The Cast:

Peter Munk: LUTZ MOIK

Lisbeth: HANNAH RUCKER

The Glass Imp: PAUL BILDT Dutch Michael: ERWIN GESCHONNEK

Ezechiel: PAUL ESSER Hannes: HANDSGEORG LAUBENTHAL

Amtmann: WALTER TARRACH Peter's Mother: LOTTE LOBINGER

Lisbeth's Uncle: ALEXANDER ENGEL Master Anton: KARL HELLMER

Producer: FRITZ KLOTZSCH

Director: PAUL VERHOEVEN

A DEFA FILM IN AGFACOLOR

The world's swell, so brother, let's take a hike,

into the big world, where we like it well!

Ree-rah-how, summer is here now,

winter's lost the battle, summer shows its mettle, ree-rah-how!

Summer's here now.

We're not proud, we don't need wild horses.

Who could drag us away, when flowers hold such sway, ree-rah-how!

Summer's here now, winter's lost the battle,

summer shows it mettle. Ree-rah-how! Summer is here now!

Your turn!

Hompf! Ezechiel!

Right on target again, Ezechiel!

Straight to the bird's heart!

What if it had been a person?

Also straight to the heart!

Cut-throat!

Come and choose! This is the Glass Imp for Sunday's children!

Ancl this is Dutch Michael, for fearless men!

Be afraid of Dutch Michael!

If you want to know his deeds,

you have to read the horrific tales written down in this book.

Anybody can have this book for only 10 kreutzer!

Be afraid of Dutch Michael!

That was lovely.

Look at this! No money to pay taxes but enough to put your child on this ride!

I'll remember that!

- Move up, Ezechiel! - Sit on a chair!

Anywhere Ezechiel chooses to sit, there's enough space for me too.

Put your leg under the table!

If the Black Forest's two richest men argue for a seat at this table,

may I be so bold as to join them?

Stop your jabbering and sit, Amtmann. Wine, for me and Amtmann!

I say, you make such fine glasses, Master Anton!

A sturdy glass! Well-made!

I have arrived just in time, Uncle! For all this cake and wine!

It's hot!

Any property seizures coming up? Anything for us?

Timber, wheat, glass...

Old Winktritz' heirs are selling the glass works in the Lower Forest.

The glass works? We won't be bidding on that!

A glass works needs a hard-working man! And you're a Master.

Everybody knows what you can make from glass.

Glass doesn't sell too well nowadays.

The dance is starting!

Good musicians, do play! Do play a jig, play away!

Clean up, tidy up and lead us to the dance!

YiDDee! Yippee! Hooray!

Hey, aren't you going?

Lisbeth loves to dance!

- What a lovely couple! - If only it was the right time!

Who'll be King of the Dance? Who'll be Queen?

- Lisbeth! - Hannes!

Here's to you, Ezechiel. The most respected man for miles around!

And the best shot! To his health!

Don't you want to dance anymore?

Are you going to dance?

Hey, where are you going?

- Who's that? - It's "Coal Rat" Peter.

He's wearing his best clothes!

It's the coal maker's festive garb!

Let him be, please!

He must be shopping for a bride.

What are you after with your sooty hands?

I've been delivering coal.

You'll always be the dirty "Coal Rat" Peter!

"Coal Rat" Peter! "Coal Rat" Peter!

Play something!

Come on, Peter. Dance with me.

I wasn't going to come today. I was going to...

The Queen of the Dance may only dance with the King!

Queen?

Ridiculous. All of you are peasants!

So you went to the fair today as well.

It's still on tomorrow! And the clay after.

And in dad's Sunday suit!

I just wanted to see Lisbeth dance.

Well, well... Lisbeth...

- Eat! - I can't go on this way.

If my lot in life doesn't improve, I'm going to hurt myself.

Why can't I dance like Hannes can?

Why am I not as wealthy as that boastful Ezechiel?

They're salesmen, woodsmen and glass makers...

Why do I have to be coal maker?

When Father was alive, other poor folk would often visit us.

We'd often talk about rich people.

And how they went about getting rich.

Not everybody's better off because they're rich.

Some of it isn't natural.

I'm sick of being poor.

Oh, I know... Lisbeth!

Ha... Lisbeth!

Lisbeth and me!

And you've never spoken to her!

Why would I? Her uncle wouldn't have it!

Try it! After all, you're Sunday's child!

Mother, is it true that the Glass Imp only appears to Sunday's children?

Don't even think about the Glass Imp, Peter.

Stick to your trade. That will feed you.

Like your father before you.

Ancl live the kind of life you've led, you and father?

This miserable hut?

I'll go to the Glass Imp and make a wish.

Wishes...! You must work, like your father did.

I can't go on like that.

If I can't go to the Glass Imp then I'll go to Dutch Michael.

Peter, he's evil and brings bad luck!

Where else can I go?

You always talk of leaving.

Stay here!

The other coal makers around here work in the forest.

They make coal and they survive!

Yes, with dirty hands, torn rags and no money!

No, mother. I'm Sunday's child!

Mother, what about the Glass Imp?

By the big fir tree on a full moon,

you go to Tannenbilhl and you say:

"Guardian in the forest green,"

"you are already many hundreds of years old."

And what then, mother?

"You own the land where fir trees grow, and..."

What else, Mother? The last line!

- I don't know... - But you used to recite it.

- I forgot! - Pity! Never mind!

If I really am Sunday's child,

I won't need the last line!

I wish you a wonderful evening, Glass Imp!

Glass Imp!

Guardian!

"Guardian in the forest green,"

"you are already many hundreds of years old."

"You own the land where fir trees grow, and..."

"You own the land where fir trees grow..."

And... how does it go?

"You own the land where fir trees grow..."

I don't know the last line, Guardian!

But I'm Sunday's child!

You think I can't see you, Guardian?

Wait, little fellow! I'll soon catch you!

Stand still!

Stand still!

You want to see me?

Look!

See me!

Stand still!

- Stand! - Stand?

Look!

"You own the land where fir trees grow, where only by Sunday's child can you be seen!"

Peter Munk!

What brings you to Tannenbiihl? Speak!

I... want to go home!

Don't lie!

You think I didn't see you begging that dwarf?

It's just as well you couldn't remember those words!

He's a miser, that poison dwarf. How much do you need?

Are you, by any chance... Dutch Michael?

Help!

Stop, Peter!

A ditch marks the boundaries of my territory.

There's gold in Holland!

It can be yours if you want it! The price is low.

There's gold in Holland! Gold!

"Guardian in the forest green,"

"you are already many hundreds of years old."

"You own the land where fir trees grow,"

"where only by Sunday's child can you be seen."

So, you've met the rascal? Dutch Michael?

I snatched his magic wand and it'll be a long time before I part with it.

So you were that wood grouse that grabbed the snake?

I thank you for it!

Well, then. What do you want?

- Isn't it obvious? - I see, Peter.

You humans are a strange breed!

There is no person who is content with his lot in life.

If you were a glass maker then you'd want to be lumberjack,

and if you were a lumberjack, clear Peter...

Well, then you'd have to beware of Amtmann's power.

- Yes, but I'm Sunday's child! - That I know.

And for every Sunday's child who manages to find me,

I initially grant two wishes.

Only two wishes?

Only two at first, then a third if they're not foolish!

So I get three wishes?

Three wishes. But only two for now. Do you understand?

Yes.

Good. My first wish, then.

I want to dance better than Hannes Schlurker, King of the Dance,

and to have as much money in my pocket when I enter the tavern

as the wealthy Ezechiel, and secondly...

What a silly wish!

You want to dance? Ancl money to gamble?

- Ah, I understand. Lisbeth. - Yes!

Okay, granted! And your second wish? Make a more sensible choice!

Well, I wish to have Winkfritz's beautiful glass factory.

It'll be auctioned off tomorrow anyway.

Peter... nothing else?

Well, you could throw in a horse and carriage.

Horse? Carriage?

You should have wished for a better brain, Peter!

What do you know about the craft of a glass maker?

Nothing, but I can learn!

Yes, but when? At the tavern with Ezechiel? Or on the dance floor?

Fine. I'll grant you this wish too, if you like.

Thank you!

Take this and this and this.

And tomorrow you'll bid at the auction.

What were you thinking?

You embarrassed me in front of Ezechiel!

I've never seen you with that coal maker fellow.

Or have you had a fight with Hannes?

Did you want to get revenge, maybe?

I can't see that being the case.

Hannes is such a well-respected fellow.

You can't just let him go.

I'm not with Hannes!

You'll never find a finer farm than the one Hannes has!

I don't want him!

Lisbeth, how can you be so silly?

Poor girl. No parents. And you won't get much from me.

- You're just my uncle! - And your guardian!

I won't stand by and let people gossip about you!

Today, you will dance only with Hannes.

Ancl if he asks you to... Well, you know...

Then you will say "yes." It's all arranged.

Look, it's the new owner of the glass factory.

Who? Him?

Come on, Lisbeth!

Who lent you the horses?

You show up here like you're old Winktritz himself!

Me? You've seen nothing yet!

Come on, mother.

Look after the horse and feed him.

I don't want to wear this dirty cloth inside the bar.

- Buy me a hat! - A hat?

- What with? - But Peter...!

Only this morning you had all those gold ducats.

Well, I spent them on the glass works.

Look here...!

Ancl you want to go into the tavern with empty pockets?

Oh... the tavern!

I'll have money in there!

L€t's

Good morning!

Here, take a seat.

There's no room for you here. Off you go to the stables!

There's plenty of room here!

What's gotten into this impertinent coal maker?

Go and join the others on the dance bench.

At last, there you are!

Sir, please buy this necklace.

You want me to do what?

I need 20 thaler.

Otherwise, I'll have to sell my cow.

I only buy timber.

I'm going to Amsterdam tomorrow. I don't need farmers' beads.

Get lost!

Don't you have 20 thaler in your pocket?

What do you take me for? A pauper like you?

There you go!

A hundred thaler.

Thanks, that'll do!

So, mother.

Buy yourself that hat.

And he bought the glass factory this morning.

So where did you manage to find so much money so quickly?

You think you're the only one with money?

Come on, you won't regret it!

Did your uncle speak with you yet?

What about?

Well, about me! About my farm! About everything!

I don't know what you mean, Hannes.

Don't play dumb, Lisbeth.

Well, yes. Uncle spoke to me about that.

Well, and...? Are you interested?

I say we should wait until after the festivities.

I need to think about it.

You have somebody else in mind? I think I know who.

Give me the jewels.

Du you have 20 thaler?

I'll give you a hundred.

What do you like about him?

He can't even dance.

Peter Munk, the coal rat!

The dance is starting. I'm the Queen.

I have to go.

Come on!

Hannes, where is Lisbeth?

I have no idea where she is.

- She'll be back. - What's that supposed to mean?

Where is she?

Will you run off again the next time I want to dance with you?

No.

Things are different today.

This is the first time that you've spoken to me.

- We used to talk a lot as children. - I mean later...

- Never. - You were always with the other boys.

You expected me to wait at home for you?

We always used to look at each other.

What use are words?

I say, Mrs Munk!

Look at you with your umbrella!

A gift from my son, owner of the glass works.

A pity it isn't raining!

Yes, a real pity!

Courtesy of the King and Queen, they dance as well as you have seen!

Dressed to the nines, ready to dance in lines!

Hurry!

Come on, let's go!

Where have you been all this time?

Here comes the jump.

Eight.

Did Peter Munk really knock you off your feet?

It won't last.

Our wedding is in spring!

Everybody's invited!

These are the debts. I bought them all.

Peter Munk... Peter Munk... Peter Munk...

The noose is tightening around his neck!

Peter knows nothing about making glass.

But Master Anton, he does know!

But he knows nothing about how to sell it.

It doesn't matter how many clocks I make.

If we don't sell them then we have nothing to eat!

Calm down. What will the girls think if you're always moaning about Peter?

He'll learn soon enough!

All he's learned is how to throw dice, drink and dance!

He only dances with me. Who can he throw dice and drink with?

Ezechie|'s away in Holland!

Everywhere you go, your Peter is in debt.

We'll find a way to pay back everything we owe you somehow.

He's only angry because you didn't marry Hannes.

Tomorrow is my wedding clay. It'll put an end to all this gossip.

I wouldn't mind a husband, either.

This is the last time you add to your tab.

Let me tell you, your wedding tomorrow?

You won't be celebrating here unless I get my money today.

Just wait for Ezechiel to come!

Do you think that Ezechiel will lend you money?

Not exactly, but...

You used to be a hard-working fellow.

Well, I don't mind.

As long as you settle up.

Seven, nine...

Master, Mr Amtmann is here.

He's taking an inventory of the glass works.

428 bowls, 735 bottles,

286 jugs.

All the bottles and jugs are in a pile in the shed.

Here are some glasses!

Bohemian crystal.

Two, four, six, eight...

Do you keep records?

Yes! 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20...

22,24,26".

Pay attention, you oaf!

It only would have gone to the stock room with the rest.

- Can you pay your debts? - Give me a few more clays!

Tomorrow I'm going to auction this glass works and put you in the tower.

What's the rush? We have an oven and wood to burn.

The stock room's bursting with glass.

- And where's the money? - Don't you see? We're working!

One clay all of our glass will be sold!

Maybe, maybe not.

One last extension. Tomorrow morning!

Drive the cases home!

I'm thirsty.

Time to call it a clay, sir. Good luck tomorrow!

I'm sorry I can't help.

Well, then...

All the best!

Peter, why the long face?

My groom shouldn't look like this the clay before our wedding.

What ails you, Peter?

Never mind!

If the two of us stick together, all will be well.

Come on.

There's work to do for tomorrow.

They've loaded everything we need for the wedding onto the carriage,

and they're putting up the maypoles in front of the house.

I worry that my clothes won't be ready, but...

Anna and Use and BérbeL...

Are you ready?

Yes, mother has prepared everything,

The wedding planner wrote down exact instructions.

When the early bells chime, the men will fetch you on horseback.

Once you're outside the house, my uncle will lead you in.

I'll be waiting inside with the women and their families.

You'll come in, approach me and take me to the church.

Will you do all that?

You'll have to be very nice to me, otherwise I won't go with you.

Of course, Lisbeth.

Then I'll sit on the carriage in my wedding dress

with my uncle next to me and we'll ride through the village to church.

You and the men will ride behind us.

Apart.

After the ceremony, you'll sit next to me.

Just like now, but... we'll be husband and wife.

Yes! Lisbeth.

- Oh, you're nearly ready! - Yes, nearly!

- Have you seen Ezechiel? - No.

You'll be surprised at how Dutch he looks!

What? Ezechiel is here?

- Yes. - No!

- I'll be back! - Peter!

Come in, then. Ezechiel is here.

At last, Ezechiel. This time you were gone for ages!

Business was good in Holland.

Well, then...!

- I'm a good merchant! - How do you know?

- It's a well-known fact. - So...

- Sit down and throw the dice. - Do you have any money left to gamble?

Today we're not playing for pennies. Today we're playing for thaler!

Here's money for Antmann. Let him come for me.

As you wish, Mr Munk.

Did you sell your glass at last?

Just hang on. I'll tell you soon.

Seven!

Eight!

My throw was better!

I'll finish you off now, Ezechiel!

I'm out of money. I quit.

Well, Peter...

I'll finish you off!

Where is he getting all this money? He was broke this afternoon.

We're ready to seize his assets. He was going to the tower as you asked.

- But today, he... - Don't worry, Ezechiel is letting him win.

- Come and drink wine! - You know how thirsty we are!

There, sit down.

- At least four. - Eight!

' 16! ' 30!

Seven!

18!

A new cup and dice!

What's wrong with the dice?

Nothing, nothing.

One more.

The last one!

Everything!

13!

Go on.

18!

Now he's got more money than he can carry!

Let's keep playing!

An honest player helps others!

Lend me some!

I'll give you a hundred thaler.

I just need 10!

To your health, Mr Munk!

When in the tavern, you'll have,

just as you wished,

as much money in your pocket

as the wealthy Ezechiel!

A game's a game.

You lost, I won.

Goodnight!

Peter Munk, those winnings aren't yours. You must pay off your debts.

- Yes, but my pockets are empty! - Where did all that money go?

Look“.

I don't believe it. Cheat! Grab him, let's have a look!

Where's the money? Cheat! You're using tricks!

To the gallows!

- To the gallows! - To the gallows!

To the gallows!

Cheat! Such a cheat!

It's real.

You lowly, lazy fellow!

These are your just deserts for your pathetic wishes!

- Brains, Peter. You're lacking brains! - I'm as clever as anybody!

Don't I get a third wish?

Give me 200,000 pieces of gold right now!

Don't you dare laugh, or else...!

You evil fellow!

There they are!

Peter isn't with them.

There, we've got him.

He isn't there!

Sit down.

He didn't come home last night.

Has something happened to him?

- I'm off. - Me too.

Come on!

The shame!

The shame!

I know he'll come.

Dutch Michael!

Dutch Michael!

Dutch Michael!

Come!

You're afraid, right?

You're terribly tall.

Wait, little Peter. I have just the right remedy.

You're still afraid, no?

What? I much prefer you like this.

You see, Peter! You can trust me. Come on!

- Where to? - To my home.

Is everything there so terribly big, too?

My house grows and shrinks like us. It grows with me!

Everything inside will be familiar to you. Oh, yes.

A Black Forest house like this is gloomy, isn't it? Narrow!

You should go out into the world!

There are great rivers! Trees!

- The sea! - I've never left the Forest.

That's no life for a real man!

You can't be anybody here.

Oh, Well.

Do you have debts?

That dwarf is a miserable miser.

I felt sorry for you back then, in the woods.

I thought, what a useful fellow.

He could become somebody in this world!

He only lacks the courage to try his luck.

A pity!

If it was necessary...

I would have the courage!

You? I only have to look at you to make you tremble.

Was your heart in your mouth when you summoned me?

Yes... a little.

Your mouth went dry.

It felt like there were daggers in your head.

And your stomach ached.

- Correct? - Yes, that's correct.

There's the problem!

Give me your beating heart and see just how good things could be.

What good are courage and power...

if a few beats of a feeble heart can make you tremble?

And the torture of love!

Of honour! Of faithfulness!

Why would a sensible man bother with those things?

And what makes you dig into your pocket?

Every time a man holds out his hat to you?

Your heart!

Not your eyes or your tongue. Not your arms or your legs.

Your heart!

Because you always take everything to heart!

Yes, but if I give you my heart, then...

then I'll have to die!

I can change that.

Come with me!

Look. They threw away all fear and sadness.

None of these hearts beat with worry, and their former owners are happy

to have expelled these anxious guests from their homes.

Here you'll find the most respected hearts in the entire Black Forest.

Everybody who gave me their heart is rich.

And they have power out in the world.

Yes... but...

What is in their chests in place of a heart?

This.

A heart of stone.

But it must feel cold in the chest.

Definitely, but pleasant!

Why should a heart be warm?

The warmth's no good in winter. You need brandy more than a heart.

Ancl in summer...

when it's hot and sticky...

you won't believe how nice and refreshing a cold heart feels!

Is that all?

I wanted money.

And you're giving me a stone!

Once you carry this heart in your chest, the millions will follow soon after.

Millions...?

That would do nicely...!

Great!

Do it!

Well, Peter...

Now, put your trust in the water.

It's cool and cold, like your heart.

Use it and become rich!

Go to the raftsmen.

I'll give you mighty tree trunks.

Let yourself be carried down rivers, float down the Rhine.

Ancl float the timber to the shore near Cologne.

- What is this from the Black Forest? - Mighty tree trunks this time.

I've never seen better timber for building boats!

What's your offer?

' 500! ' 600!

- 700! - Hell, 800!

That much? Are you mad?

Bid 900...

and it's yours.

900.

You're in my way. Move!

- Cheers! - Yes!

Sign, then!

Another beer? Coming up!

Coming!

For you, yes. Well, cheers! Cheers! Yes, yes, at once.

Yes, that's all in order.

Buy me a drink!

Buy your own beer if you're thirsty!

Behave yourself! We've seen bigger dwarfs than you here in Cologne!

You think you got a good price for your timber, right?

I'm satisfied.

You're such strange fellows. You cut down a tree.

Then you lug it to the river and raft it over here.

And what do you get in return?

Not even a quarter of what the Cologne timber merchants will get in Holland.

What? Doesn't the timber stay here in Cologne?

What would we do with all that timber?

No, he's going to Amsterdam tomorrow morning.

Interesting, isn't it?

Sit down, will you? I'll get you a beer.

Are you gentlemen staying the night?

NO, no! no] no:

We're sleeping on the raft tonight.

Alright.

- What are you doing there? - Carry on!

What are you doing?

Where are you taking the timber? It's been sold. It's not ours.

Shut up!

Hannes, it's you! How lovely! Come in!

- Is Lisbeth here? - Yes, of course. Step inside.

Lisbeth! Hannes is taking you dancing! Why don't you go out for a change?

I have a lot of washing to do. Good evening, Hannes!

Good evening, Lisbeth! It's been a very long time!

I rarely get out these days.

Leave the washing and go with Hannes!

You used to enjoy dancing.

And you never used to like it!

Well, going dancing after a year of being inside, that's different.

Come on, join me. There are new musicians here from Schorndorf!

Really? I'm not even sure that I remember how to dance.

That you'll never forget!

You two used to be King and Queen of the Dance, didn't you?

Uncle! Maybe I really should go.

But first I need to change.

Yes, yes. Hurry, then!

- You bought white horses and a carriage? - Yes, over in Cannstatt!

The only ones in the entire land!

I believe it! From Schorndorf?

No, from Cannstatt!

No, I meant the musicians!

The musicians are from Schorndorf, but the white horses from Cannstatt!

What's the matter, Lisbeth? Hurry! Go on!

I can't go with you.

Peter Munk!

I'm your friend!

- Give me the grain! - You know the price!

You're ruining me!

- I can't pay that price! - Then don't!

All the grain silos in Amsterdam are empty!

Mine are full.

The Mayor promised me all the taxes in the province if I can bring grain!

I only want money.

Another recruit for the Legion has run away from the officers.

The boy's right. I wouldn't sell myself as cannon fodder either.

Peter Munk!

Let's change the subject.

Fine, I'll buy the grain at your price.

These gents invited us in. A feast in our honour!

On the table!

Aren't you ashamed?

Aren't you ashamed?

Unbearable fellow!

Captain?

- I hear you lost a recruit. - Bunch of cretins!

They're not secured until you deliver them to the colonies.

The transport was prepared and I was ready to leave.

100 men and each man costs us 12 guilders.

What will you pay me if I can find you a replacement?

Well, 12 guilders!

Make it 15...

and he's yours!

You'll find a compatriot here!

I know.

Him.

What do you want?

What are you doing?! No!No!No!

Ezechiel!

What happened to you, compatriot?

- A pleasure to see you in Amsterdam. - Be my guest.

Up!

Sorry, what does this...

this... feathered beast...

So, you've made yourself at home here. I can understand that.

What of the Black Forest?

It's growing.

- And the nectar? - It's flowing!

What else is new?

Winter's coming, like always.

What, no news at all?

Now that you ask...

Hannes is getting married!

And I know who to!

Handsome fellow, that Hannes!

And once again the best dancer in the Black Forest since you left!

The bill, innkeeper! My horses! I'm leaving.

Where to?

To make sure the Black Forest's trees don't grow into the sky!

Thank you for your company.

The wedding celebrations are over.

Why are you locking up?

I always opposed this wedding.

He's miserly!

Such an affront!

Peter!

Peter!

That's not all!

I have more money and assets in Holland!

You're a rich woman!

Please!

Go!

I have forbidden this! Don't give them anything!

No more, hear me? No more of giving my wealth to beggars.

If I catch you again, you'll feel my hand!

Where are you going?

Lisbeth!

Nice of you to visit me!

It's too cold for me to get out of bed.

You should light a fire.

You still have firewood.

The last of it.

Who knows when you'll be able to bring me more?

Maybe today.

And if Peter notices? There'll be trouble!

He's such a rich man.

Why does he mind me having a warm stove? Ancl some food?

Mother, I'll find a job in town.

- Lisbeth, don't you care about him? - I do!

I do, but I can't stay with him!

He's not the same Peter...

I've been waiting all this time for.

Being away from here hardened his heart.

He used to be different. When he still slept on that bed.

They all want to borrow money! But nobody wants to pay it back!

Get off my property! Now! Get away from there!

Quick! Before my feet freeze off! Get down, now! Off!

- Cut-throat! - Leave it. It won't get you anywhere.

Good boy!

What's that?

- It's mine! - No, it's mine! Get lost!

You, Klaus!

Lady, have pity on an old man.

My feet. I can't go on in this cold.

Let me sit next to your fire for a while.

Alright, come in.

Are you leaving?

Don't do it, that's my advice!

I mean, it's bitterly cold.

You're better off by the hot stove than outside in the cold.

Such is the lot of a poor country soul! He can't trust the weather!

We all have our own lot! Come, sit yourself down.

And have a drink! It'll do you good.

There you go!

In my whole life I've rarely seen such generosity in a person!

You have a good heart, lady.

And such a heart will find its just deserts!

You will have your reward at once!

My best wine!

My best glass for this unwashed mouth!

And what is this? Here!

Take your just deserts!

Forgive me, Peter!

I can't be what you want me to be.

I forgive you.

What's the matter with her?

You murdered her!

It's you, Guardian! Do you plan to take me to the gallows?

I'm just a stupid, pathetic spirit.

This is what I get for keeping an eye on you.

This woman, who never stopped loving you.

She wanted to stay close to you so that you would have a warm heart nearby.

And you... You club her to death.

I sold my heart because of you! Her blood is on your hands!

It's you who killed her!

You can't escape.

You'll face just punishment from the executioner!

Ezechiel?

What do you make of death?

You end up in a grave.

And...

the executed?

They rot on the noose.

And...

their hearts?

Food for the ravens.

And if somebody no longer has a heart?

You mean to say I'm heartless?

You have one.

But it's made of stone.

What do you think?

What becomes of our hearts?

I once asked a scholar.

He said that when we die, our hearts are weighed.

The light ones rise. The heavy ones sink.

I suppose our stones will be heavy, alright.

But that's a long way off!

No.

Not for me. Not for me!

I want to live! You hear me? I want to live!

What? What got into him?

Guardian...?

Guardian!

Guardian!

Listen, Guardian! Save me from the gallows. I want to live!

What kind of miserable life is it that you want to keep, Peter?

Don't I get a third wish? Now you have to grant it!

Can hearts of stone make wishes?

Well, remove the stone.

Did I strike that bargain with you? Go to Dutch Michael!

He'd never grant that wish!

I do pity you, wretched as you are.

I'll help you for Lisbeth's sake.

If you're begging for your life as well as a warm heart,

let me offer you counsel.

You can't get your heart back by force.

You will only get it by...

cunning!

Because Dutch Michael is Foolish Michael.

His clever appearance notwithstanding.

You killed your wife? Great! I would have clone the same!

You'll have to go abroad for a while so they can't arrest you.

There'll be a lot of uproar when she's found.

Michael! You lied to me. I still have my heart!

How else could I still feel guilt? It's your fault!

What, you still have your heart?

Yes, you merely stopped it from beating!

It's still in my chest. And Ezechie|'s, too!

Ancl he told me you're a liar!

That you can't do what you say!

What? What are you saying? Follow me!

Here, read out the names.

Hannes! Amtmann!

Ezechiel. Ancl here...

Peter. See how it beats?

That could easily be made from wax!

Mine's still in my chest!

I'll prove the difference, you fool!

Come on.

Do you feel how your heart beats now?

Now, then.

Give it back to me.

I don't want to!

Then you have to die!

I'd rather die than give up my heart again!

Peter...

Now you'll feel like a true human again.

With the heart of stone I had no regrets.

I never cried. But now...

I was awful.

I have brought ruin on my creditors.

I set the clogs on the poor. I didn't respect my mother.

And my clear Lisbeth...

I don't want to live, Guardian!

Beat me to death so that my miserable life can end at last!

It's not as simple as that, clear fellow! You think that you die ancl that's that.

Who dries the tears?

Who mends the sorrow that you've caused?

How could I ever start over again?

You can try.

What do I have to do...

for them to love me again?

Live your life with those who belong to you.

You can do it!

Get up!

Look!

These trees keep growing.

Ancl there's your axe!

Well, but...

Start now!

Strike it.

And let all your deeds be erased!

Peter!

Peter!

Lisbeth!

Come with me.

THE END