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Thomas! Christian! Your caps!

Want to race, Buddenbrook?

To Grosse Petersgrube? - First one to reach the Trave!

My wagon!

Careful!

You rascals! I'll get you!

Run, Buddie! Run!

Hey, stop!

I'll pull you by the ears!

Come on! - Kiss me first.

Hermann Hagenstrom!

Come on!

A film by HEINRICH BRELOER

From the novel by THOMAS MANN

It is always so splendid.

We'll see about that.

It's like a play in which we all have a part.

Oh! Every dance has been reserved.

- I wasn't asking... - Your daughter is playing Princess of Lubeck again.

Hinrich Hagenstrom. You are and will always be a stinker!

The first dance is with her brother.

My father says the Hagenstroms always do it that way.

How do we do it? -With your elbows.

The Hagenstroms are very industrious.

One must give them credit.

Yes, they are the future.

To the Buddenbrooks. Long live the family.

Look at how she sweeps across the floor.

Yes, but never with the same partner.

And Hagenstrom? It's already his third dance with Huneus' daughter.

A dowry of 2 million. Between brothers.

- She's already a bit plump. - Well,

ideal for bearing children.

Hats off! Quite an impressive sum.

Money marries money. - Isn't that everyone's desire?

Flowers for the gentlemen? - Oh yes.

You really have...

very nice flowers.

Christian would love to take the basket home.

Including all it comes with.

Unsellable, gentlemen, with all it contains.

Madame Senator.

James,

you are not allowed to eat that. Think of Dr. Grabow.

Fraulein Hanna?

- You truly have the loveliest flowers in town. - Thank you, Herr Buddenbrook.

Princess, may I?

If the orchestra returns.

I don't believe the two of us... - Together with a violin.

Hermann Hagenstrom!

Should I call back the violas, too?

What about Fraulein Huneus? - On her way home in a coach.

It's midnight. I have to go.

Like our first evening. Remember?

As we rode along the meadows in the dark. - In the dark...

Yes, as always.

The people... the company...

Now you're making that face again.

I'm making that face, am I? - As if you were far away.

You have quite a scent.

And you? Roses?

Definitely roses.

And some warm, damp soil.

Buddenbrooks. Polished on the outside.

Black on the inside.

Countenance.

Discipline.

Balance.

Balance... - The company requirement.

I am breaking into your family circle. One converses. I beg your pardon.

Herr Grunlich, a business associate... my wife.

My due respect.

This is my son, Thomas.

How do you do? - How do you do?

My second son, Christian.

How do you do?

Please join us for a cup of tea.

I have no intention of intruding.

I have a business matter to discuss.

My daughter, Antonie.

You came from Hamburg this morning?

I am on the road a great deal.

Hard work pays off.

Ceaseless activity is indispensable to my life.

You speak my deepest sentiments.

Tony, please!

We have relatives in Hamburg. - The Duchamps.

I am acquainted with them. Excellent people, such heart and intellect.

True Christians.

Yes. One finds in them such faith, such charity,

...such sincere piety. - And always a cup of tea.

I have a weakness for architecture.

Fraulein Tony, just stay there for a moment?

Madame Buddenbrook, see how the sun plays in your daughter's hair.

I have never seen more beautiful hair. - Don't put notions in her head.

I shall not cause any further inconvenience. I came on business.

It would make us very happy if you would stay in our home during your visit.

I am deeply obliged. I have taken some rooms at the City of Hamburg Inn.

Let us go to the office.

A pompous windbag.

"One converses!" We weren't conversing at all.

Rather silly, isn't he?

So well-bred and urbane.

Good quality, Consul Buddenbrook.

Dry, wholesome flour for grinding.

As ordered.

And paid for.

1,000 sacks of wheat from Russia now safe in port after crossing the sea.

By the grace of God, Grunlich. The Baltic is certainly no puddle.

Thomas, come on.

But we only know the worth of a shipment

when the good shave been sold with profit.

Heinrich, everything all right at home?

Thanks for your help, Herr Konsul. - Fine.

Careful! Watch out!

Perhaps I can accommodate you with my associates in Hamburg. - Accommodate?

Or represent my business interests?

I'm a broker. I'm certain you wouldn't deny me a commission.

Bendix Grunlich.

The man comes here and says nice things to everyone,

then leaves. Now he writes me a letter saying

...he "conceived a deep affection for me." - He is asking for your hand.

I don't know anything about him. - Formally.

Father has already seen him in Hamburg.

You would be introduced to the finest circles there.

You are old enough.

It is an opportunity for future happiness.

The Buddenbrooks would profit from your acceptance. - No!

Never!

Don't be impertinent!

He is disgusting, don't you see?

Look, Tom will one day take over the firm.

And by marrying a merchant

you will go the way you must.

Yes, I know.

But Grunlich, of all people!

And that... wart!

The way he talks!

Papa!

Yes?

No! - I threw myself into the next coach

to hear that decisive word.

I will not consent. - Since the moment I first saw you,

your name, Tony...

You're mistaken! - Your name has been engraved in my heart.

I said no.

A house, servants, clothing, a coach...

I would cater to your every whim.

You reject me?

Do you have a heart?

A feeling heart?

The way you look at me...

Don't do that.

You see before you a man

who is devastated,

who will perish.

Here I lie. Can you find it

...in your heart to say: "I despise you."

No! Now do stand up!

I don't despise you, Herr Grunlich. How can you say such a thing?

You do not wish to slay me?

Nobody wants to slay you! - Ida!

Don't!

The sea will do you good.

And Travemunde is far away.

"Fraulein Tony! Just stay there for a moment.

I've never seen such beautiful hair."

My goodness! I don't love him.

Shouldn't one marry the person one loves? - Not necessarily.

Thomas!

But when you're lucky, Tony, both things come together.

You must be our guest. Fraulein Buddenbrook?

Were you swimming?

Yes. Yes, it's healthy.

I am Morten, the son of the harbor pilot.

Morten?

Heart...

...Aorta...

Nothing for you, Fraulein Buddenbrook.

Just blood and guts and misery. You're expected at the beach.

But if one wants to be a doctor, one must know all that.

It isn't something we see all the time.

No. Thank goodness.

When we see man in all his beauty, as he was created by God...

What am I saying?

Go on. I like listening to you.

Look at that!

40 million years.

The pine forests vanished back then. And this mosquito remained intact.

I'm really a dumb Dora and know very little about the world.

She is staying with the harbor pilot.

What about the young man?

He is certainly not the harbor pilot.

I love the seaside.

But sometimes it can be boring.

And now?

What? Boring? No.

Not at all.

Let's go back.

That's the "Burgermeister Steenbock."

It's heading for Russia.

I wouldn't want to be on it.

It must be more atrocious under the tzar than here.

You're starting in on the nobility again.

Is it right that someone, by virtue of being born noble,

looks down on us with disdain?

Nobody wants to look down on you.

You're just saying that.

No, I'm not just saying it.

My father says the Buddenbrooks are like an aristocratic family.

And you are the daughter of a patrician from Lubeck, and I...

I'm the son of a harbor pilot. - Don't talk like that.

I like to be with you on the beach.

Can you keep a secret?

Look at this.

What does it mean? - It means that I belong to a fraternity

in Gottingen. "Dangerous Democrats."

Now you know.

But don't ever tell my father!

There would be a terrible misfortune!

This was the happiest day of my life.

For me, too.

I'm going to work hard and study.

Promise you won't forget our afternoon until I come back as a doctor.

Then I will plead our cause with your father.

You'll be a doctor in Lubeck.

Here, this is for you.

I'm sorry. It was Grunlich.

He demanded it of Father.

What tales? - Mama, please!

Julchen Hagenstrom got engaged to August Mollendorpf.

- Hinrich Hagenstrom will be pleased. - Why not?

Your father will also be pleased when you...

No!

You haven't eaten anything all day.

I can't eat anything. - This is hot chocolate.

You're a Buddenbrook.

We are not born to pursue our own small personal happiness.

With our shortsighted eyes.

Yes.

We are links in a chain.

It is inconceivable that we would be what we are without those

who have preceded us.

Chronicle of the Buddenbrook Family

I, Siegmund Buddenbrook, was born in 1728.

Anno domini 1780,September 6th,

I was wed in a priestly ceremony, my second marriage consecrated.

In 1810, our son had smallpox. Everyone had given him up...

Anno 1599 Jodokus Buddenbrook of Grabau, a councilman...

and his son, Kaspar, a tailor,

was wed in Rostock, and the marriage was harmonious.

...for the rest of their lives.

And he conceived 13 children.

Trading grain...

In 1744, after Pentecost,

I traveled to Bergen.

Our Lord gave me a healthy body, so I could work with joy.

My beloved wife Clara died in childbed.

The happiest year of my life.

The time I spent with her was the happiest year of my life.

Our forefathers looked neither to the left nor to the right.

But Morten loves me!

Love...

Yes, it is nice.

But you are a Buddenbrook.

What about your love?

What was it like?

"The happiest year of my life."

It was a short year.

You cannot forget something like that!

Mother was a good catch, wasn't she?

A godsend.

The Lord who guides us

and has not yet lifted His protective hand from the Buddenbrooks.

Is that God's will?

Someone must simply be born, in order to be special?

Grunlich has your word.

I never gave him my word!

You owe your parents obedience.

The Lord has let my daughter Antonie mature in His honor

and endowed her with virtue, so that the will He has infused her with

shall be fulfilled for life.

...infused her with

shall be fulfilled for life.

Antonie Buddenbrook engaged on 22 October, 1845

to Herr Bendix Grunlich, merchant from Hamburg.

The traditional cash dowry for a young woman

from our family is...

seventy thousand marks.

But...

a firm grows, a family prospers...

Good heavens, you didn't even allow me to finish.

Otherwise you would know that I am ready to add to the seventy thousand

without further ado...

another ten thousand.

Eighty thousand, then...

Yes.

By the grace of God.

Ida, you're crushing my heart! - Sorry!

Dear child, whining doesn't help.

Jean, do you think she'll be happy?

She is at peace with herself.

It is the most stable happiness we can achieve in this world.

James!

He is not allowed to. Just ask Dr. Grabow.

This way!

Stop!

Are you proud of me?

Yes.

She will now join the finest circles.

And Mr. Richardson will teach you the ways of British commerce in London.

Oh yes, my dear.

And you?

Good luck for...

Coffee, spice, rubber,

petroleum, wood, indigo.

Here you will gain insight into international trade.

There's a dispute in Lubeck whether we should join the Customs Union. - Why?

The larger the market, the bigger the opportunities. Money must accrete.

The way you say that! As if money were alive!

Who knows?

Tonight we have been invited to join a group of merchants.

A very exquisite circle.

Very interesting.

The host and his daughter.

The mother died at an early age. A tragedy.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

But she's turned down every suitor up to now.

Gerda Arnoldsen played a few pieces.

She looked magnificent.

And although I understand nothing about playing the violin,

I must admit that she played so poignantly

that it almost brought tears to my eyes.

By the way, she has a Stradivarius.

My father gave it to me. - I'm sorry.

We Buddenbrooks are merchants. We know little about music.

But you were moved.

Yes. - You see?

When you play it, it seems to be alive.

Yes, you're right.

One must play it every day, or it will die.

It falls silent.

Its sounding body.

That is ultimately the secret.

The bride is certainly worth 300 thousand marks courant.

"I passionately worship Gerda Arnoldsen.

But I am not in the least inclined

to delve deeper into myself to determine whether and to what extent

the large dowry contributed to my enthusiasm."

A transaction of considerable stature.

How much? - 300,000.

I call that love.

Yes, there is such a thing as love.

What do you know of love?

I know.

"I love Gerda Arnoldsen, I adore Gerda Arnoldsen.

When I go to see her, time simply flies."

Heinrich Heine.

"The Book of Songs."

A bit extravagant for a merchant, isn't it?

But at least a merchant with a yearning.

Don't betray me in Lubeck.

Dear Mama, Our villa is lovely.

If you want to know about Grunlich, he is very busy.

He leaves for town in our little yellow buggy every morning and comes back late.

I have begged Grunlich often enough to buy us a coupe,

so that I can go to town alone sometime. He has more or less promised.

Herr Kesselmeyer! - Madame Grunlich.

Do I deserve a coach or not? - Tony!

You are my banker. He claims I'm driving him to ruin.

You?

That's very funny!

Really fabulous, wonderful!

You?

One of his friends, Kesselmeyer the banker, often visits us.

He has a merry way.

Sometimes he pats my cheek and says... - What a good little wife.

Grunlich can count his blessings that he got you.

It is strange that Grunlich doesn't like to have me at social functions.

He is apparently displeased when I talk with people in town.

Should I be jealous?

Be patient, Thomas. Gerda just can't decide yet.

Give us time.

Herr Arnoldsen... - Have a nice trip.

Everyone deserves civil liberties.

The senator will approve.

Gentlemen, please! Get back to work!

Revolution, Consul!

But there are splendid fellows, their eyes flaming with hatred and excitement.

I'll-mannered young people who want a rumpus.

Gosch, let's go to the council meeting.

Careful! They threw a stone. It was the young butcher Berkemeyer.

Trine!

There he is! Berkemeyer! - Come on, Trine! Stay here! Trine!

Be careful, Jean!

We want human right!

Human right!

Get away from here!

We need some powder and lead to teach this riffraff a little respect.

What times we live in! Times of tempest and trouble!

Quiet! Be quiet, people!

Now be quiet!

What sort of foolishness are you up to now?

This is no foolishness, Consul. We're demanding a new arrangement.

Go home! Don't disturb the public order!

Not even the lamps have been lit yet! That's carrying revolution too far!

There's revolution everywhere! In Berlin, in Paris. - Carl Smolt,

what is it you really want? Speak up!

Well, Consul, what I'm saying is: The people want a republic.

You nincompoop! You already have one!

Yes, Herr Konsul, maybe they want another one.

This is no joke!

We want a real republic, Consul.

Just you wait.

Another order? - Yes.

Then I'll be sitting up on the sofa

in a silk dress,

and you'll be waiting on me. - I'll be waiting on you?

Yes.

That's...

Suits me well, doesn't it?

Get up, Trine! Get up and get out of here!

We can do without your services.

Let me tell you this!

No more hot chocolate for breakfast in your dressing gown! - Go!

No more lazing around and farting in silk sheets.

Coachman, let's go!

In 1848, a turbulent year,

the revered father of my dearly beloved wife Bethsy died

at the age of 81.

On behalf of his agent, Mr. Richardson, my son Christian has traveled

from London to Valparaiso. A bankruptcy in Bremen,

the Westfahl Brothers had shaken the firm to its foundations.

Rostock rye, 70 promissory note.

70 promissory note. - 59 cash. 59 cash!

70 one fourth cash. - 71 cash.

How much? - Three times.

A large amount of grain we had delivered on a bill of exchange

was lost for the firm.

We're talking about the loss of 80,000 marks in "cold cash."

Konigsberg wheat, paid 60.

No, a fixed price, but not this rate.

It is said that his son-in-law in Hamburg is broke.

Don't drop me.

Not one more day! You promised me first 12 and then 16 percent.

And I kept giving you an extension. - I'll sign you a note at 20 percent.

No.

No, no.

No!

Write to your father-in-law. - What if he refuses?

Then we'll have a little bankruptcy.

Dressing gowns!

Ball gowns!

And hats!

And more hats!

You are ruining me with your extravagance!

My father is a wealthy man. If he knew how you treat me...

Then wait for the day when his riches do us good.

What did you say?

Do you want Father to die?

Has business been bad, Grunlich?

Grunlich has been obliged to stop all payments. Sit down.

You do understand me, don't you?

Grunlich is bankrupt.

If I don't or shouldn't give him any more money.

Is he to blame?

Is he dishonest?

I'll have a look at his ledgers.

How much are we talking about? - A large... a very large sum.

Losing that sum would be a blow to the firm.

Good.

Never. You shall not do it!

Do you want to go bankrupt, too?

Oh, Papa...

Wouldn't it have been better if...

Yes...

Perhaps.

I've always loathed him.

Four years...

That's settled.

Your claims against Herr Grunlich total 150,000 marks courant.

And you are not prepared under any circumstances to grant...

Grant?

Very good. By no means.

It's out of the question!

We'll allow things to take their course. I won't stop them.

May I be so bold?

So you can not pay?

That would be an excellent opportunity after the Westfahl bankruptcy.

The Buddenbrooks could prove the strength of their firm.

To prove my solvency,

I have no need to throw my money in the nearest ditch.

Aha!

Do you want your daughter to be ruined as well?

Once before, only 4 years ago, with the knife already at our throat,

the engagement to Mlle.

Buddenbrook was announced at the exchange before it had ever occurred.

Kesselmeyer! - How did we manage that?

Snapping up both the daughter and the 80,000 marks? Oh yes,

of course. One presents Papa with very pretty books,

and three-quarters of that dowry is already promissory notes.

I made serious inquiries.

The rest was God's will.

God's will! Yes! Yes!

And inquiries were made?

With whom?

Bock?

Massmann & Timm? Goudstikker?

Petersen?

Really?

They were all in on it.

They were in it up to their ears.

Get out! Do you think I'll weep great tears for you?

I only married you for your money!

But it wasn't nearly enough! - Go away!

Just go back home!

I'm fed up with you!

Fed up!

Believe me, Tony. It wasn't easy for me to give him your hand.

I made reliable inquiries. - Forget it, Papa.

Now I'm coming back home again.

Grunlich is...

...bankrupt.

His fault?

Yes.

I am still young.

Yes.

And still pretty?

You are.

Still.

Life hasn't even started yet.

La Plater 154 three-quarter share, 154 three-quarter.

154 cash.

Money and husband gone?

Quite unpleasant, isn't it?

My dear Hagenstrom, the entire Grunlich affair...

It was fraud.

Our princess... sold to a fortune hunter.

The entire chap was a rotten deal. - Yes... fate.

71 paid. To you. - Three times.

Herr Consul? Mecklenburg wheat 166.

For you? - Rostock rye, 70 promissory note.

59 cash, 59 cash. - 70 one fourth cash.

71 cash. - How much?

Three times.

71 paid. To you? - From you.

Konigsberg wheat, 60 paid.

Hagenstrom grabbed the entire amount from under my nose for 70 thalers.

Write it off as a loss.

We'll make up for it.

By all means.

No, I've grown too timid.

The bankruptcies in Bremen and Frankfurt...

Tony's dowry...

We have lost a lot.

We shall take new paths.

If we had our own ships we'd be independent of ship owners.

We could raise the capital with a merchants union.

My strength is dwindling.

Sit down on my chair.

Write an announcement for me.

"The merchant Jean Buddenbrook,

Royal Dutch Consul,

is proud to announce

that starting today

he will no longer sign.

His oldest son Thomas

now manages the firm's transactions

and is fully responsible

for the firm of Buddenbrooks."

Strange...

Strange...

What terrible weather!

Out of nowhere!

Madame Buddenbrook!

Madame Buddenbrook!

Ida?

Did it take long?

No, he didn't suffer.

It went very quickly, Christian.

Good morning!

That smells good!

We'll make a lovely fricassee for you.

The English correspondence. - Yes,

gin, gentlemen. It was medicine in Valparaiso.

A remedy for heat, mosquitoes, malaria.

Johnny Thunderstorm.

Johnny Thunderstorm, he and I left London together.

He was an amazing guy, a dawdler. Good God.

I never saw him work. But he was a very clever businessman.

"Good God," he always said,

"you wouldn't believe the heat." Once

there we were, all eight of us, lying and smoking cigars

to keep the mosquitoes away, when the boss entered the office.

"What? You're not working today?"

And Johnny said,

"No, sir,

as you can see, sir."

And then we all blew cigar smoke in his face!

Gentlemen.

- Get to work. - Good God, Marcus, I just told a joke.

Aline Puvogel.

I only sing the minor roles.

That could change some day.

Do you know the artistic director?

He knows me.

You aren't afraid of anything.

Should I be?

From your brother.

Should the company pay for it?

I feel better than ever.

It is noon. One dines with one's family.

One relaxes, then goes back to work.

Then dine with your family.

And when one comes up for supper, one feels so thoroughly satisfied.

Every single muscle feels satisfied. One's hands feel satisfied.

Christian, you're being ridiculous.

Your hands feel satisfied!

I'd feel satisfied

if you'd pay for such petty things on your own.

The carp.

What's wrong with you?

I'm going away.

To Amsterdam.

You've become more serious, Thomas.

Is it the new honor of being the Dutch Consul?

The firm, the responsibility for the family.

One can't just live for the moment. - Your brother is at your side.

Yes, but he must re-adjust. - I'm familiar with the colonies.

I met Gerda's mother there.

Gerda plays with such passion.

Passion and reason, both are a part of art.

You can combine both, as a merchant and a musician.

I admire that.

That is fine and dandy.

But who should I play my duets within the future?

Thomas!

Thomas and Gerda are here!

My God, you are so beautiful, Gerda.

May I call you by your first name? - Yes.

And you are Tony? - Unmistakable.

Tony.

Come on in!

My dear Jean would be very happy today.

We also know someone who would like to be here.

May I help you?

Sometimes I can't swallow.

It isn't funny at all. It is quite serious.

I imagine I am unable to swallow, and then I am unable to.

You imagine it?

Yes.

The food is down here, in my throat.

But here, my muscles...

they don't react.

They don't obey my will. I don't even want them to.

My God, Christian. What nonsense!

He doesn't dare to swallow. He doesn't even want to. Very inventive!

That's ridiculous.

It's your nerves, Christian.

Yes. It was about time you came home again.

The climate there would have made you ill.

I've played many lovely duets with my daughter.

Now she has a new partner.

Not a partner for art,

but a partner for life.

I raise my glass to our children's happiness.

Cheers!

Cheers! - Cheers!

Cheers!

Gerda...

Dear Tom, just imagine,

Eva Evers invited me on a river trip along the Isar.

Her husband, a brewery owner, brought his friend, Alois Permaneder,

a hops trader.

This is a "mass," a liter. - That's way too much.

Thank you for coming along and for not being afraid

of this little river trip. - I'm afraid of nothing, Herr Permaneder.

Okay, we'll see about that.

By the way, he's still a bachelor.

Good day.

Good day.

Noppe & Co. Hops Traders.

Yes, your son was so kind to arrange a little deal.

My son, Thomas... Yes, he will be here shortly.

I beg your pardon for the calling card. Just didn't have another one handy.

Herr Noppe, how interesting.

No, I'm the "Co." My name is Permaneder, Alois Permaneder

from Munich.

You maybe heard my name mentioned, ma'am, by your daughter.

But of course my daughter told us about you.

Yes.

Yep, and now I'm here.

Betch your peepers.

Beg your pardon?

Your peepers.

How nice.

Well, you must be darned surprised, ma'am.

Yes, my dear Permaneder, that's true.

Where to? - Rutzerau. This load is being taken to the mill.

We purchase for our own account.

Then we store the goods and hope the demand increases. - And the price!

Watch out! - Hold tight!

Careful up there!

And your firm? - Oh...

Munich's no trade center. People live a peaceful life.

You must have spent some lovely years here in your youth.

Oh yes.

But it is truly sad that we only have one life.

That we can't start life all over again.

What if you started all over again?

One would do things more skillfully.

Whoa!

Come on!

Now I suppose you're dreadfully afraid...

No! ...of getting married.

Yes... no.

Yes?

But for me to consent to marriage...

Come on, Tony!

You'd live with me in Munich.

Yes.

Everything okay?

Gentlemen.

Christian! - Congratulations! A new brother-in-law.

Thank you.

The Kingdom of Bavaria was certainly the right decision.

Right? - "Munich is no trade center.

Everybody needs his peace and a liter of beer."

Wouldn't that be good for Christian?

No, I'd rather study.

A university must be very nice. - Nice?

Yes. You attend class whenever you feel like it, voluntarily.

You sit down and listen.

It's like at the theater. - But professors don't sing.

They hold lectures.

Laugh if you will. You enjoy the theater, too.

Justus, Stephan... On stage

and backstage. - But it's just make-believe.

The stage, the makeup, bit o' bosom.

But actors are more honest. Merchants only pretend to be honest.

In fact, they're all just swindlers.

Yes, how else would anyone make a profit?

I for one think very highly of my profession.

Good heavens, Thomas. It was a joke.

Although... actually...

A joke!

You saw for yourself how your "joke" was taken!

Hagenstrom's answer was: "I for one think very highly of my profession."

Yes. What a stupid fellow!

I was truly embarrassed for him.

I assure you, the whole mood was shot to hell.

People were laughing as if they agreed with me.

Hagenstrom used the opportunity to get back not at you,

but at us. - He didn't mean you, Thomas.

Surely you know what he meant with his "I for one"?

"Apparently you come by such notions in your brother's office!"

That's what it means, you ass! - Ass?

Yes, ass! I forbid you to make such a fool of yourself again!

You make fools of us with your affairs,

your diseases and remedies!

Oh no, Thomas. You don't understand.

A man has to come to terms with his own conscience.

Grabow prescribed a salve for the muscles on my neck.

If I don't use it, I feel quite helpless and lost,

and I'm unable to swallow. But if I use it, I feel I've done my duty

and that everything is in order and swallowing is effortless.

Duty? Order? - I don't think it's the salve that helps.

It's that one idea can only be cancelled by another idea,

an opposing idea.

Idea and opposing idea? - Yes.

Do what you must, but don't talk about it!

That's the difference between us. You enjoy watching a play, too,

and you said that you had your little affairs.

Remember? - All in good time!

There was a time when you read novels. But you've always reconciled that

with regular work and a purpose in life.

I go the way our ancestors have prepared for us. For the good of the firm.

Yes.

That is what I lack.

You see?

I get totally used up by the other things, all the junk,

and have nothing left for the respectable part of life. I...

I don't know if you understand me.

You're an abscess.

You're...

an unhealthy growth on the body of our family.

If this house were mine, I would turn you out! I would show you

the door! - What is the matter with you?

How dare you! What have I done?

And stop running around with this ridiculous cane!

Christian!

Christian wants to be his own master, and you will help him, Thomas!

Here. - "Burmeester" on Jungfernstieg, that's tip-top.

In Hamburg and independent! - There's a small investment...

Yes from Buddenbrooks to Burmeester.

Yes. - We'll miss you at the club.

And Johnny Thunderstorm.

Johnny... To Johnny Thunderstorm!

An incredible dawdler! I never saw him do a day of work.

"You aren't working, gentlemen?" - "No, sir! As you see, sir!"

Brothers sometimes hate each other.

But it isn't talked about.

Say, wouldn't you like to move in with me?

The two of you? On Jungfernstieg.

The three of us.

(Munich)

They're finished, the patties.

They're called rissoles, Babette. - Babett'. Just call her Babett'.

Patties are patties. - Yes.

Tony gal...

I've had it! - Pardon?

I've plugged away all my life...

and now I want my peace and quiet. Bye bye, Noppe.

My partner has sold out. And with our capital

we can live in peace.

You want to give up?

You claim that the Buddenbrooks are unmusical.

Musical enough to dance a waltz.

A good catch! - Tip-top. My old school friend, Thomas.

Gerda!

And his sister, Frau Permaneder.

The divorcee, Frau Grunlich.

She is now far away.

In the Kingdom of Bavaria.

Everyone is watching you.

They're having fun.

Gossiping.

Don't begrudge them for it.

Peculiar...

the way she dresses, her hair,

her posture, her face.

There's a certain something about her.

But married for four years and still no child.

How original. I find that terribly original!

What? Tony?

This is quite a surprise.

What's wrong? - I don't intend to return to that man.

I beg your pardon.

Tony.

I want a divorce.

You will stay for a few weeks and then...

No!

You are not to make a scandal,

you hear me?

You can't forgive him?

There were so many humiliations I had to swallow.

Oh, Tom.

That I should fail so miserably...

I never would have thought that.

It's alright.

Now you're alone.

God be with you that we Buddenbrooks can hold our ground.

It's the same every day.

We've become used to it. We'd miss her otherwise.

Gerda!

Thank you, Tony.

I feel so helpless.

We are all looking forward to the child.

Now you are really one of us.

As if the boy didn't want to be born. - Pardon?

A boy. - Congratulations on your son and heir.

The birth almost cost his mother's life.

Everything will be all right.

Thank you. We shall christen him with his forefathers' names:

Justus Johann Kaspar Buddenbrook.

I'm here to heartily congratulate

Consul Buddenbrook and his good wife.

I wish this child a long, healthy life. - Carl Smolt!

Healthy life...

They well deserve it before God.

There ain't many men like Consul Buddenbrook.

That's enough, Smolt! - He's a fine gentleman!

The good Lord will reward him.

And when the day comes and we stand before his throne...

we'll all come to rot.

Come on, Smolt!

Rot!

Go on. Tell him!

I can't, Aline.

Mama!

What's happened?

Her name is Aline.

Aline what?

Puvogel.

My goodness.

You've certainly heard of her.

She's a singer. - A person like that will never enter our house.

Never!

You're in trouble again?

Well, I never really got out of trouble.

From the start I lost money in coffee.

And then the bankruptcy in Antwerp! - Christian!

Christian! - Stephan!

Burmeester & Co. on Jungfernstieg, eh?

Tip-top!

Thomas...

Then I did nothing more

and just lay low. - So, you lay low?

You just left the wagon in the mud and amused yourself elsewhere. - Yes.

A man has to live, doesn't he?

Thomas.

Ida! - Christian!

Yes and... there are the IOUs...

And a few more debts.

IOUs and debts? For what?

You think I'm blind to what kind of life you lead? The theater, circus, clubs!

With your trashy women! - Don't say that!

Aline is not trashy. Don't ever say that, Thomas.

You have no idea what a splendid creature she is.

She is so healthy!

And when I got her, it was...

It was quite a different feeling than what you get from business deals.

Enough of that! Now be quiet!

With a capital grant in the form of a further advance inheritance,

my brother Christian established himself

in Hamburg as an agent for champagne and cognac.

No!

Like this! That's how he was sitting, Senator James Mollendorpf.

Now they need to elect a successor for the council.

Kisten maker is eliminated. Decision between Hagenstrom

and Buddenbrook. - I'm for Hagenstrom. He's a real gentleman.

I don't agree. Buddenbrook is much better...

Hagenstrom... ...with his swank neckties.

Hagenstrom is much wealthier.

Buddenbrook's sister used up two husbands already!

That ain't no fault of the consul.

Hagenstrom. It'll be Hagenstrom.

It'll be Hagenstrom!

Buddenbrook!

It's Buddenbrook. - It's Buddenbrook.

We're in Meng Street. It's Buddenbrook, of course.

They're coming!

Ida, they're coming!

They're coming! Tom, they're coming!

It's you, and Hagenstrom has lost.

Consul Buddenbrook, the town council of the Free and Hanseatic City of Lubeck

has chosen you as a member in a free election.

I now ask you: Do you accept the responsibility?

I will conscientiously discharge the duties of my office,

strive with all my power for the good of the state,

faithfully obey the constitution of the same,

honestly administer all public moneys, and in the performance of my office,

will seek neither my own advantage nor that of relatives or friends.

I will do justice to all alike,

be they rich or poor.

So help me God.

We must urgently have the Trave straightened.

The steamships in Hamburg and Kiel are strong competitors.

The ships have to move up and down the Trave faster.

That is our future, Mayor.

As a merchant, you know better than our diplomats.

Knowing better is fine, Mayor!

But one needs the strength to act accordingly.

May this glass shatter and bring luck to this home and its owner!

Now we finally have our own house.

And columns from Italy.

Yes, and a music room at last... for you

and Hanno.

Cheers, gentlemen! - Cheers!

Hermann Hagenstrom lives in a hut compared to you.

Why so low?

There was a good-sized shipment of rye that I wasn't able to...

To be honest, a very large shipment

that I had to sell at a loss.

Those things happen. Tomorrow you'll make a profit again.

Good evening, Senator.

Success will return.

Oh, Tony.

Happiness and success are within us.

We have to reach deep and hold tight.

The moment it begins to subside... - Subside?

You're a senator! You have Gerda and Hanno

and the firm, whose anniversary is coming soon.

Buddenbrooks' centennial! We're still alive!

In the past few days I've been reminded of a Turkish saying:

"When the house is finished, death comes knocking."

Death? What do you mean?

The downturn.

The decline.

Don't you remember? At Hanno's christening you said:

"A new day is dawning."

But you're doing brilliantly.

Brilliantly, Tony.

Like that star in the heavens above.

And yet you don't know if it's about to expire

the moment when it is brightest.

Enough!

It is too much!

Too much?

Music will be of no help to Hanno in his further life.

Music.

The part you Buddenbrooks love is the melody, that insipid optimism...

Lieutenant von Trotha.

Madame Senator!

Herr Senator!

If I'm disturbing... - By no means!

You aren't disturbing us, dear Rene.

The senator was going to his office. He was just saying goodbye.

Rene!

Did you remember?

Of course, Hanno. Here are the notes of "Tristan."

You can't run a grain firm from the piano.

The firm demands it. It is his duty.

See? It's hard work.

And you were able to carry a sack when you were a boy?

I can still do it today. Shall I?

Yes.

You will have to work hard if you want to live well.

To be successful at the office and at the exchange.

Do you want that?

Yes, Papa.

All right!

Now tell me what you see.

Big sailing ships with funny burgees.

Do you possibly know the names of the ships?

That one is the "Wullenweber" and... And that one...

it's the "Frederike Oeverdieck."

Not bad for a start.

But which one sails to Copenhagen? And which one sails to Riga?

Which ships belong to our competitors?

Look! There's Rene!

Papa!

The lieutenant has been with Mama for two hours now.

Don't make a fool of me.

It depends completely on you.

Already back from Poppenrade Manor? - Good evening, Tom.

How are your noble friends?

Well...

Herr von Maiboom... - What about Herr von Maiboom?

He is really a charming man.

He plays cards.

He plays roulette.

He gambles in Rostock,

in Travemunde... He gambles everywhere.

He needs a great deal of money... at once.

Within two weeks!

Von Maiboom has to sell his entire crop.

And some sort of cutthroat will get his clutches on him.

I'm talking about you, Tom. You!

Me? - Yes, I was enlisted to make the offer.

His entire harvest for 55 thousand marks courant.

We could double our capital when we sell.

Quite a coup! - Yes,

quite a coup!

"Happiness and success are within us.

The moment it begins to subside..."

You said so yourself.

There must be 1,000 sacks of wheat.

I don't know what the oats and barley look like, but...

perhaps you could have a look yourself.

No!

Never!

Hats off, Buddenbrook.

I obviously arrived too late! - Indeed!

Well then, good luck!

Race you to the Trave!

Let's go! - Come on!

"The Shepherd's Sunday Song"...

This is the Lord's own day. - Oh, my dear boy. That's not the way.

Don't hang onto the column and fold your hands in front of you.

A recitation begins with a bow. And much louder. Start again, please.

"The Shepherd's Sunday Song"...

"The Shepherd's Sunday Song!"

"In meadows wide alone I stand..."

"From far..."

"...alone I stand..."

Well, this is no fun.

What are you crying about?

It's enough to make us all cry

that you couldn't muster the effort to please me on a day like today.

Are you a little girl? - Enough!

What's to become of you?

Congratulations, Herr Senator. - Thank you.

You still have the town's nicest flowers.

I have no idea how I got in.

It was quite an opportunity!

Tip-top!

Herr Senator, congratulations on your anniversary.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I've been working on a translation of Lope de Vega for quite a while.

His collected works? - I'll present them to you...

when I have finished.

Oh, a telegram from Permaneder. Congratulations from Munich.

For you.

Essentially a good person. - No, we couldn't miss this occasion.

I packed the whole gang in the coach and drove over from Travemunde.

Our sincerest wishes, Buddenbrook. - Thank you, Hagenstrom. Quite an honor.

Give credit where credit is due.

I hope you'll stay with us for the next 100 years.

How peculiar.

A telegram for the senator!

A telegram for the senator! A telegram!

A telegram for the senator.

I saw him when your father, the consul,

tamed the rabble in the street. There were splendid fellows among them!

Their eyes flamed with hatred... - We all saw that hatred.

They were not good Christians. - They threw a stone...

Go to him.

It's better this way.

My God, Thomas!

The 55,000 marks courant you gave to Maiboom...

Gone.

Lost!

It's really better this way.

I warned you.

I still hear your father's words:

"My son, discharge the business of the day with pleasure,

but only enter into transactions

which will let us sleep at night."

...I was wed in a priestly ceremony

to demoiselle Sophie Bulow, my second marriage...

The old Wittenberg Bible belongs to the Buddenbrooks.

It shall always be given to the first-born child.

The Lord has let my daughter Antonie mature in His honor

and endowed her with virtue, so that the will

He has infused her with shall be fulfilled for life.

...my first son and heir was born...

christened Justus Johann Kaspar.

Well?

Did you do this, Hanno?

Yes.

What made you be so malicious?

I thought...

...there wouldn't be anything more.

Silent night,

holy night,

All is calm...

Christmas!

All is bright...

I almost forgot! - Herr Christian!

Round yon Virgin Mother and Child

Holy Infant

so tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace,

Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night,

holy night,

Son of God,

love's pure light

Radiant beams from Thy holy face...

Did you wish for this?

Yes, I saw "Fidelio" at the theater.

Fidelio!

Listen, Hanno...

Don't think about things like that too much.

Theater and all that.

That's no good!

So this is what you wished for.

Die!

He should know beforehand

who will tear his proud heart apart...

The Sunday service with the gold plate?

I'd be willing to take it. - And me?

What about me? I would ask that you please not forget me entirely.

What would you do with the Sunday service?

I'm thinking of getting married sooner or later. - It's out of the question!

You were waiting for Motherto die... - I waited out of consideration for her.

Tony and Gerda are sitting here now, so we can't discuss it in detail, but...

You know I have responsibilities. There's the child, little Gisela...

I know nothing about any little Gisela. - She is my child.

I am certain you're being lied to. - You are mistaken...

Silence!

That's enough, Tom. I insist that you stay out of my affairs!

I am my own master!

You're a fool!

I forbid you to make that courtesan a part of this family

and to throw our money in her lap!

You want to give her children our name, don't you?

Yes, because I plan to marry her.

I shall have you declared incompetent! I'll have you locked up!

I'll destroy you!

We are finished.

In Mother's opinion, you were always the better son.

But as far back as I can remember,

I've felt such icy contempt. I'm frozen to the bone in your presence.

I can't think about your ailments all day.

I may even be sicker than you.

That's going too far. Tony! Gerda!

He says he's sicker than I. Let me show you something.

Look at this. I'm in such pain I can hardly walk!

Christian!

My Lord! What are you two arguing about?

You act as if it's an honor to be in worse health!

If you are crazy, and I don't think it's out of the question,

I will be incapable of shedding a tear. - Not even when I die.

You won't die. - I won't die? Fine, I won't die.

Thomas, we'll see which of us dies first!

You're an egotist, Thomas.

Yes, that's what you are.

I still can feel some love for you when you rant and rave.

But the worst thing is your silence.

When I'm alone and disgraced.

You're a man without sympathy,

love or humility!

I've had it up to here!

Discipline! Balance! Poise! Dignity!

I'm sick to death of it!

I have become what I am,

because I didn't want to be like you.

Like me?

You, the senator!

I am speaking the truth.

One, two... - One, two... three!

Once again! - Alright.

I was once very happy here.

But that was long ago.

Yes, yes...

We must proceed to an extraction.

Then let us proceed.

Alright.

Just a moment, Herr Senator.

The tooth...

What? - The tooth broke.

We have to extract the roots.

By prying them out with a lever.

There are four of them.

Thomas!

What are you doing here? You have a session.

A bit dizzy... my eyes... The fresh air will do me good.

Should I accompany you?

I'm fine.

I'm going home now

to take a rest.

Don't leave me alone, Tom! Please!

Stay here with me!

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

You were right, Tom.

Now you're dead.

And I'm alive.

Do you despise me for it?

On the outside, my boy, you're smooth and polished.

But on the inside you're black.

My God, Tom.

I didn't know.

You didn't tell anyone...

what it cost you...

The firm... always the firm!

Your dignity!

But don't think that I'm cold-hearted.

I just have no tears left.

So, Tom, you've won.

And I give up.

What is death? A blessing...

...the return home from unspeakably painful wanderings,

from life.

I am going to live.

"I shall return to the urgent elemental power of life

which is effective in all creatures.

This is my life.

This body is just a prison,

a captivity that lasts from the moment of our birth

until death calls us home to freedom."

In his will, the deceased had arranged

to have the firm of the Buddenbrooks liquidated.

The cash value will fall to you, Madame Senator, and your son.

He didn't see Hanno as the heir to his firm.

"The firm...

...of Buddenbrooks liquidated."

Everything is finally over with.

That was nice.

"Life is a prison with barriers everywhere."

Every morning at school is the absolute prison.

"A captivity we stumble into at the very moment of birth."

What nonsense! You're free.

For your music. You will one day be famous.

No, I don't want to be famous.

Hanno!

I don't want anything.

Well?

Alright, now it's gone.

No doubt. It's typhoid.

We'll give him quinine and an antipyretic.

We will do everything possible.

But if it must be...

Frau Senator,

there's no cure for it.

Not now! No, no, no.

He's his best friend. - It's alright.

Hanno!

Kai...

I...

I am so... tired.

I need more room.

My family is growing.

My son wants to marry. There will be children. We're bursting at the seams.

It is the proper choice.

The right house, a true palace for you.

A lovely antique.

Like the firm and its boss. May God bless him.

The ladies are upstairs.

The house!

Mother's house!

Whenever God let my life fall to pieces...

I was never completely lost.

My parents' house was the place I could always take refuge in.

And now Gosch is looking for a buyer.

You can't live here all alone!

It isn't right that you want to leave us, Madame Senator.

Maybe I wasn't suited for Lubeck.

We've all loved you, Gerda.

Although you found us repulsive.

I never felt I belonged.

You have achieved happiness through power.

Your strong hands have taken charge. - Enough, Gosch.

The victory over France, the Customs Union...

magnificent times for a merchant!

A Julius Caesar... A Borgia of the exchange.

Money will accrete, if you give it a chance.

Give it room and a chance.

Hermann Hagenstrom. No!

Excuse me, ladies.

Don't let us disturb you.

Just a tour through the rooms. Consul Hagenstrom needs more room.

A lovely building.

This room alone... ...is as big as a ballroom.

You can dance here.

Yes, I remember.

The ball before your wedding.

A long time ago.

Yes.

You were the princess that evening.

And you brought back the music. It was very nice.

A real gem.

Truly, a real gem.

For you, Tony.

Thank you, Gerda.

Farewell!

This is how you arrived with Thomas.

Many years ago.

Thomas is no longer here.

And I...

Well...

I leave the way I came.

Hanno...

I really loved him.

Tom, Father and Mother

and Grandfather...

Where are they all now?

It is so hard and sad.

There is a reunion.

Yes, that's what they say.

A reunion...

I hope that's true.

Tony, it is true.

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