Original subtitles

"Humour"

"Carelessness"

"Heart"

"History"

"Music"

VIENNESE SPIRIT

A film by WILLI FORST

Based upon the operetta by Johann Strauss

Screenplay and song lyrics by Ernst Marischka

Music adapted by W. Schmidt-Gentner Performed by the Vienna Philharmonic

Production manager - Cinematographer - Sound - Sets - Editor

Cast:

This film takes place during the Congress of Vienna

Who was that? - No idea!

The King of Denmark!

Holy Mary, now I have seen one, two, three... four kings already!

They are shooting again! I'm losing count!

But... nobody's coming. - Jesus!

What are you thinking??

Ladies and Gents, you can't just run off to the balcony

We have to finish our rehearsals! Come on, let's go!

"Welcome, step in, bring good luck with you...

bring a merry spirit and a cheerful heart

We bid you welcome in here,

in our beautiful Vienna!"

Stop! Stop for a moment!

Wha... why aren't you singing??

Why aren't you singing??

We don't belong to the personnel!

That doesn't matter, does it?!

You have been ordered to join the welcome staff

And a welcome without a song is like a rose without scent!

So, scent...

Uh... you understand? Yes?!

Please!

"Welcome, step in, bring good luck with you..."

" bring a merry spirit and a cheerful heart"

"We bid you welcome in here"

"in our beautiful Viennaaaaa..." - Stop!

Go, go away! I have no need for you!

But Herr Knoepfel, I sing so nicely and loud... - No!

You are just loud! You spoil my welcome!

Go, go finally, will you? Take your stuff and go!

But Herr Knoepfel... - Silence!

This is about our re-reputation!

What shall the Count think about our famous capital of music?

If he hears such a yelling?

His musical taste is excellent for sure!

But you don't know him yet, Herr Knoepfel!

No... but surely...

a musical ignorant

would never have won

our Mademoiselle's heart!

Now start again!

The couple will arrive any minute!

Look! One can see him clearly! - Whom?

The Steffl, look! - Aha.

Your beloved St. Stephen's cathedral!

Ah, Georgie, my heart is beating!

You have no idea how happy I am to be back!

I can see that. - You know how long it has been? 5 1/2 long years!

I hope, Melanie, the final half of the year didn't seem too long for you...

No, Georg.

Ever since I became your wife I have almost forgotten Vienna a bit...

But, you know...

it would have been even more beautiful

if the Congress would have started immediately after our wedding

Is living in Reuss so terrible for you?

No... but....

if it wasn't for you...

I understand.

Now Georgie, don't pull such a face.

That doesn't fit a first-time visit to Vienna!

Look how happy everybody is in here!

How they wave at us from their cute little "Weingarteln"

"Weingarteln"? What is that?

Weingarteln (Viennese: vineyards)...

Weingarteln... vine - garden!

Funny, for the simplest things you have the most difficult names.

Doesn't Herr Count get the impression, that war is still on in here?

But Jean, where did you get that idea? We are going on a PEACE congress!

But they are shooting all the time, and with cannons as well

Excuse me, can you please tell me what all this shooting means?

That's from Vienna. They shoot if a monarch is coming.

Five are ther' already (heavy accent).

Did you hear that?? The Viennese are shooting the monarchs!

Five are dead already!

But Jean! Five are THERE already.

"There" he said.

I see!

Why are we stuck?

The salutations for the King of Wuerttemberg are still going on...

Georgie? Can't we just walk the final piece of the way?

Walk? - It's not far, and I know every stone around here.

We are getting out!- What, on the open field?

The Countess wishes to walk a bit.

There is a musician in every house, it seems... - No, TEN in every house!

What a prospect... - Well, you have to get used to that!

Vienna... that is MUSIC.

(a waltz is being played)

What new kind of music is that?

Quick, quick!

Everybody on his place! Music, music!

The carriage is coming

"Welcome, step in, bring good luck with you..."

" bring a merry spirit and a cheerful heart"

"We bid you welcome in here"

"In our beautiful Vienna!"

"We hope that you will find nothing but happiness with us..."

"That's why we welcome you with a song"

"With an old melody"

"Welcome, step in, bring good luck with you..."

" bring a merry spirit and a cheerful heart"

"We bid you welcome in here, in our beautiful Vienna!"

Bravo, bravo!

I bid you a hearty welcome, Herr Count!

May I allow myself the humble question: where is the Countess?

The Countess has chosen to travel a bit by foot.

Alone?

No! Of course together with the Count.

Jean... Jean... Jean...

Jean! - Anne! - But who are you?

Jean, the valet.

Huh... Who???

The Count's valet.

And... and you let us sing for you? - Why not?

I found this welcome very proper

and charming! - Ah, now that is....

Enough for now, Ladies and Gentlemen!

I thank you!

According to the information the Countess gave me, you must be

Knoepfchen, the valet, aren't you? ("little button")

Not "Knoepfchen", "Knoepfel!"

I even expect you to say HERR Knoepfel

Very well, Herr Knoepfel, will you please carry the luggage upstairs?

You... I will tell you something. - Hm?

You can give commands

back in Reuss-Schleiz-Kreuz

But here in Vienna

the power is mine!

Interesting. And may I ask who gave it to you? - Yes!!

That you may. This palace belongs to the Princess of Auersbach

And I am her first valet

For the period of the Congress, Her Highness has put ME

and the palace at the disposal of her niece, Countess Wolkersheim

So you are in MY territory!

That means you belong to the live-stock of this place?

Live-stock? Am I a cat or a parrot??

How dare you?? - Do not get excited, my dear!

I acknowledge this as your territory.

However it would be recommended to clearly define our competences

alright! - You belong to the Countess, and I EXCLUSIVELY

to the Count. - Well! Well!

So please carry the Count's luggage, and I....

I will carry only the luggage of the Countess. - Please do.

Whose lump is this?

The Countess's

How stupid. Bad luck.

My fault.

What are you doing? - I want to help you.

Now, hang on... you, you helping me...??

Well, you know, generally... I do everything by myself!

I have no use for clumsy hands.

Yeah... what...?

Space, no? I have to...

How stupid. This is unevenly packed.

The balance point is one-sided. - Then grab it by the balance point.

Stop making me nervous!

One must approach from underneath, no?

What a wicked box!

Go!

Jeez... it tears me down!

Hold it, hold it!

More balance! - What, "more balance"??

Ouch... ouch, my back.

How stupid, it would have worked so well

if it wasn't for my balky back. (Heavy Viennese accent)

What, you back is "bulky"?

Bulky? Balky!

How come?- From cricking my back, or somebody kicking me...

I will help you now. - No, I don't need you!

Why so stubborn, with your wrenched back?

Don't tread me like an invalid, I hate that! - alright.

And generally...

Fancy that!

Oh boy...

that's a heavy one.

Look at that, kids...

That's no suitcase, that's a...

a corner house!

My dear... I won't carry this anymore.

For carrying it down again, I'll hire

a servant... because downstairs, that's

MUCH heavier

than upstairs. What's up with you?

I made a little mistake.

That suitcase does in fact belong to the count.

But it doesn't matter.

What???

You let me drag this box of bricks up here?

And now you are telling me, it's not mine?

And all this "doesn't matter"???

That's an impertinence!

You have tricked me! - Don't get excited, my dear!

The important thing is, that the suitcase is upstairs now.

You don't need to carry it downstairs anymore.

Which would be MUCH heavier.

How mean of you!

Where is the ... working room of the Count?

Downstairs, dear friend! Downstairs!

Now neatly pack it again, and carry the little baggie downstairs!

Well... here we are.

Strange... nobody there?

You like it?

It is pleasantly calm in here.

"Welcome, step in, bring good luck with you..."

Stop it! Stop it!

Most delighted, Mademoiselle... please, uhm, I want to say...

Countess, I am terribly sorry... - Dear old Knoepfel...

Please pardon this mess...

I had arranged it so well for the most gracious mademoiselle ...

I mean, for... for... the Countess

I have to get used to it.

To me, the Countess is still our dear little Mademoiselle

It's alright.

That is my dear old Knoepfel!

Pleased to meet you.

How is my aunt? - Her Highness is at her summer residence in Baden.

She sends you her nicest greetings

and hopes you will feel just like home in here. - So do we!

And here is dear old Marlen.. - Most delighted.

Most gracious Mademoiselle... - Watch out! - I mean, Countess.

I'm Zilli, the kitchen maid. - I'm Anni, the parlour maid.

And who are you?

Shoemaker Pfannhauser. - Fashion house Groedel.

From milliner Pichel.

Who ordered you to come here?

The Princess thought, that the Countess of Reuss

would maybe like to refresh her attire a bit.

My good Auntie, she hasn't forgotten a thing!

It is charming! Don't you think?

Quite nice. But haven't we got more important things to do?

Of course. You need to make yourself comfortable? - Not at all.

I want to get to my work as soon as possible

Sorry. Knoepfel, show the Count his working room.

That one is even prettier! I'll keep it... and the other one too.

Anni, guide these people to my room. - At your service, countess!

Knoepfel, what a sad rainy day face you make... - For a reason!

See, I arrange this beautiful welcome

and then this Jean comes and ruins everything. - Jean?

What a disagreeable person. - Him? He is nice alright.

Nice? Him? If all people from Reuss-Schneiz are like him...

I must say I pity the Countess. - Come on, Knoepfel!

No talk like this about the country the Count is representing at the congress.

Who might he be? - Msr. Jean-Jacques Salfalatty

The best dancing master of Vienna!

The Princess has thought of everything!

The newest dances are for sure not yet known at Reuss-Schneiz-Greiz.

New dances? Des nouveaux danses? Magnifique!

Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, Monsieur--? Sal-fa-latty!

The Countess doesn't need to trouble herself,

Salfalatty is actually from Matzleinsdorf... (part of Vienna)

alright Countess, the first thing we have is the waltz...

That's this new music, isn't it?

C'est ηa, that's it! The Countess must learn it immediately!

Great! We will start right now! I'll just change my dress!

"The historical importance of the principalities of Reuss-Schleiz-Greiz

as well as the sublime traditions of the ruling House...

let the joyous willingness of my sovereign, in face of the fortunate challenge...

The historical importance of the principalities of Reuss-Schleiz-Greiz

as well as the sublime traditions of the ruling House..."

Close the window!

Herr Count! - Well?

I am afraid we were not made for Vienna.

"The historical importance of the principalities of Reuss-Schleiz-Greiz..."

Jean!

Close the window shutters as well!

"The historical importance of the principalities of Reuss-Schleiz-Greiz..."

Herr Count? - Well?

I am even more certain now, Vienna is not the place for us...

I'm afraid you are right.

Very well, Herr Count.

"The historical importance of the principalities of Reuss-Schleiz-Greiz..."

What's happening now?

She is dancing! - Who? - The Countess!

It seems she is taking dancing lessons.

One, two, three,...

Very nice! - Frau Countess is highly talented!

Melanie!

Can't you wait with your exercises until I'm gone?

Of course. Until tomorrow, Master.

Tell me, dear.

Do you think it's alright to reprehend me in front of strangers?

Pardon my impatience, but I'm nervous. - I can see that.

Every mousehole in Vienna is bursting with music.

Isn't that wonderful? - No human being can't suffer this for long.

Viennese aren't human then?- I think this constant noise is horrible!

I think it is divine! - And this dress is very improper !

I think it's gorgeous! - You can't wear this!

Why not? This isn't Reuss, this is Vienna!

Yes, but because of the Congress! A very serious matter!

Because this is where people - excuse the harsh word -

WORK!

You think the Viennese are lazy, then?

No, but... dancers!

Yes, we like to dance! Even at work!

That's the difference between Reuss and Vienna. You -

even work while dancing. - I don't dance at all.

You don't dance, don't drink... you are a paragon of virtues!

Yes I am.

And I reject all this Viennese ado.

You don't love me anymore. - Nonsense.

I love you. But -

I expect from my wife to behave like a wife

and not like a ballerina.

And I expect from my husband to be a husband

not a filing cabinet.

Take it back! - What? - Filing cabinet!

You aren't taking back the ballerina either.

No! And that's very mildly put for this insufficient clothing

and this mindless hopping around.

That does it. You call waltzing a "mindless hopping"?

I'm leaving. - Where to?

Out! - Don't talk any nonsense.

I'm serious. - Well, go then.

I'm... really going. - So go really.

Goodbye! - Goodbye!

Knoepfel, where to? - To the carriage!

Lucky I didn't unpack by now.

Where do you want to go? - Away, we go, Countess.

Why? - You said it yourself: I'm going!

I didn't really meant it! - Ah!

Didn't really mean it, huh... We must not give in now, otherwise...

we lose... I mean, otherwise he will get the upper hand

the Count... so let's go away now. - But for heaven's sake, where??

To Baden, to your aunt, the Princess!

Tomorrow morning he will be running to see you

that Count, and will beg for forgiveness to get you back

You think so? - Tomorrow, the latest!

In the morning, the latest! The Countess can count on that!

Now, come, come, Frau Countess!

We are leaving... at your service.

Good morning, Herr Count!

I hope you have slept well. - Why is there just one dish?

The Countess has left. - Left? When? - Yesterday evening!

Together with Knoepfel and her luggage, I thought Herr Count knew.

Where? - To Baden, to her aunt, the Princess.

Get the carriage ready!

Pardon, but this would be a big mistake.- What? - To chase after her!

For heaven's sake, we must not show any weakness now.

No doubt the Countess will return

when she realizes the Count will not flinch.

Further I should point out that Herr Count has no time at the moment.

Of course. Prince Metternich!

"The historical importance of the principalities of Reuss-Schleiz-Greiz...

as well as the sublime traditions of the ruling house..."

A moment please, Herr Wolkersheim.

Come on, come on, I don't see things that tragically...

Europe submits to its fate with joy and hope

Show a bit more optimism, Gentlemen.

Continue!

"The historical importance of the principalities of Reuss-Schleiz-Greiz..."

A question, dear Count!

Do you dance the waltz?

Come again? - If you dance the waltz.

Uhm, unfortunately no.

Most regrettable. You should catch up quickly, my dear.

What a pity! I could have needed you.

Young Esterhazy has sprained his ankle while on a ride

And now I miss a dancer for my most important scenery

"The Victory of the Waltz"!

Your Highness... - I'm coming. Please follow me.

Baroness!

You must look a bit nicer, to make us believe you are "Europa"

But Prince, what part is that, sitting on a wooden ox all the time?

That's no ox... that's a young bull!

Because of you, dearest Europa,

Jupiter has taken this shape

He kidnapped you out of love, do you understand?

Excuse me, dear Count

but you see my heavy duties are calling. Gentlemen!

The representative of Reuss-Schleiz-Greiz

Take care of him.

Seebenstein. - Wolkersheim.

Wimpfen. - Poltocki. - Wolkersheim.

May I introduce you to our honorable Prince of Linne?

Count Wolkersheim.

So, which part has our great director in store for you?

None yet, my Prince.

As a representative, don't you want to join our...work?

I do, Prince, but... I expected my job to be somewhat different. - So!

My dear, this Congress doesn't sit...

it DANCES!

Thank you, Ladies and Gentlemen, now a brief intermission.

Honorable Maestro!

We urgently need your help!

My pleasure!

You must take care of our friend, Count Wolkersheim!

He must learn how to dance the waltz perfectly in no time

That's a great honor for me, Herr Count

to introduce you to this beautiful new dance!

When shall our first lesson start? - Well...

Right now? - With the greatest pleasure! Come along please.

We will start immediately with a practical lesson.

Herr Count... so.

Go with me rhythmically.

One, two, three, one, two, three... excellent!

Splendid! And now, I am the Lady, and you must lead me.

And don't forget to tuuuurn!

One, two, three, one, two, three, right foot, left foot...

Exquisite! Fabulous! Wonderful!

Master Landauer!

To the principal! - Coming!

Pardon, Herr Count, excuse me for a mo-ho-ment!

One, two, three, one, two, three...

Don't get mad at me, Herr Count

but you are acting very "patschert"! (Viennese: clumsy)

"Patschert"? "Patschert"?

You are criticising my dancing abilities?

Your translation is too complicated!

Simply put: you're awkward.

Body posture is crucial, feet go by themselves. Hold me!

With pleasure. I'm Count Wolkersheim.

Pleased to meet you, Liesl Stadler.

You're holding me as if I disgust you.- Not at all!

While waltzing, you must hold a Lady, as if you are in love with her!

As if you had just kissed her!

Come on, take me.

Pardon me, Herr Count. Did you ever kiss before?

Of course, Mademoiselle! - Well, I'm not sure...

Give me a peck!

Don't stare, kiss me!

That was nothing.

Come here.

And now hold me!

See, why is it working now??

Bravo, Herr Count, I'm telling you, you are a highly talented pupil!

But now I must ask for pardon

the rehearsal must continue!

Pity... but tonight we continue, with real music, at Dommayer's!

Yes! I'd love to!!

Listen, Georgie-Boy

I'll tell you something

I taught yσu how to dance, how to dress and how to kiss...

But don't you dare to use all of this on anyone else but me!

Jealous? - Terribly!

The very thought of you being married makes me freak out!

My wife hasn't returned until this very day.- Maybe she will tomorrow.

No way, she is just as stubborn as me.

She is pretty as a picture, isn't she? - Even as beautiful!

Quick, let's dance! I must distract your thoughts!

Or it will be my fault, if you fall in love with her again,

Get this, Georgie: I have put up with your wife

but I'll tear out any other woman's eyes!

How is my niece today?

Bad. - Why? -She is grieving.

She deserves it. Why did she listen to your stupid advice?

But, Your Highness... - It was more than stupid to advice my niece

to run away from her husband!

What should we have done? Back down?

That would have been stupid too. To give in would have been enough.

But with cleverness! Always be the clever one!

That's right, Aunt!

Knoepfel, get the carriage ready, we go to Vienna!

Congrats, my child!

What's that dress, are you going to a costume ball? - No, to Georg.

In that make-up?? - Yes!

I will return to him, but not with my old self!

He just doesn't like everything modern and extravagant

You mean everything Viennese!- If you must call it like this.

As his wife, I must be as he wishes me to be!

Men always love the contrary of what they wish

But don't let me stop you.

And to prevent even more stupidities, I'll come with you.

We must not lose any minute. Hopefully it's not too late!

You believe...?? - I won't believe anything yet, just hope!

It has been 14 days, and a man must not left alone for even one

But, Aunt!

Georg is the most honest and solid husband of all

You don't know him. - I know men!

That's enough.

Jeez! You terrified me!

What do you want? - Miss Anni, shall go waltzing tonight?

But Herr Jean, we can't go out yet again.

What will Herr Count say?- Never mind. He is attending the great ball tonight.

We can go to the Prater, there will be a big "Remasuri" (show)

How nicely you can say that, like a true Viennese!- See?

Kiss me, girl! - Herr Jean, you are such a "Hallodri" (Lothario)!

Ha-llo-dri?

Sounds like a flattery... As thanks, I'll kiss YOU.

Jean! I rang for you thrice already! -Pardon!

Well, Jean? It seems... Vienna is a good place for us after all.

I think so too, Herr Count. - Heavens, I've got such a hangover!

What's my timetable for today? Where is the calendar, the files...

The calendar is here.

Herr Count gave it to me last night as a Christmas present

Hm... and the files? - As well.

You told me to wallpaper my room with them.

Oh God... I can't remember anything.

Herr Count was very... merry. - I allow you to say "buzzed".

Thank you. - Now, please.

At 9 carousel lessons at the Spanish Riding School, 10:15 Countess Pericord...

11:00 Countess Bagradio, 11:30 Countess Bernsdorf

After that Palais Rasomovsky, 13:30 a coffee with Countess Sichy

then billiards with Count Palffy, 15:00 a fitting the tailor's, and 15:30

reception of His Excellency Prince Ypsheim-Gindelbach of Reuss

Oh God. I totally forgot. That means... work.

Even real work. - Horrible! And...

When will I see Miss Stadler? - 16:00 at the Augarten.

That will hardly work out. - I think yes

His Excellency will be tired, so it won't take long...

Hopefully. And what else is unpleasant? - Nothing more, Herr Count.

At eight, there is the great ball at the Hofburg. - How nice!

Herr Count, can I have this evening all for myself?- Again?

Jean, Vienna has performed a true miracle on you. - Thank you, Herr Count.

Allow me to return the compliment - Herr Count has become a true Ha-llo-dri.

Thank you. You're free tonight. And now the carriage, clean up...

and prepare for His Excellency at 15:30!

... and now, last but not least, article 68 of my list of questions

which is causally connected to the purpose of my journey

Its utter importance is signified by the suddenness of my arrival

and above all, by the fact of my personal presence

and not of some appointed messenger

Right now I can't tell you all details, so tame your curiosity until tomorrow

Great things are at stake for us!

Only so much now:

What does Bavaria want? - Bavaria? Nothing.

Nothing? Excellent! Wonderful!

Amazing, how you managed to get such a clear picture in no time

You are the right man at the right place!

Well, that would be the end of our discussion for today.

Stay seated, Count! I'd love to talk privately to such a competent colleague.

Of course, Excellency. A real honour!

I am vividly interested in the private life of my gentlemen...

I feel very sorry for you. No doubt you really loathe being in Vienna?

Certainly. "Loathe" is the proper word, Your Excellency.

I never got the chance to meet your wife in Reuss,

but for a young husband like you it must be a sacrifice

to live in such an immoral city! - Sure, sure...

Vienna always was a Babylon of Sins, but now at the Congress

immorality stinks to high heaven! Scandalous things in every corner....

They say that extramarital relations have become a local custom

They even have a word for it.

"Ge-spusi" (Viennese: flirt) they call it...

Isn't that teh-rible??- Teh-rible indeed, Your Excellency!

Jean, where is the Count? - Miss Stadler...- Is he there?

With whom? - Prince Ypsheim-Gindelbach of Reuss-Schneiz-Greiz

Don't you choke on such a big lie? - You can't go in there, Mademoiselle!

Alriiiight. So I'll wait for your Prince Upsilon-Grundelbach.

But, Mademoiselle. - Oh, a lady doesn't mind waiting a bit...

I've got time.

Anything less than a perfect moral conduct deserves the utmost contempt!

This is why I insist...- Pardon me, Your Excellency...

Your Excellency, I beg your pardon for a minute. - Of course.

Liesl, what...? - Georgie! What's the idea of letting me wait??

I sit for hours like an idiot. - Darling, I have a conference... - Ha!

You lie just as much as your Jean. Now, tell me who's inside!

ME. Dearest Countess...

I am glad to testify to the fact that our dear Count

is absolutely innocent in this little, uhm, domestic quarrel

May I ask you to introduce me to your charming wife? - Yes.

His Excellency, Prince Y-Yps-Yps-... I am delighted, dear Countess!

So am I, am I, Your Excellency... I am "complθtement", uh...

for Chrissake... "Enchantι"!!

Trθs enchantι!

I am terribly sorry that I can stay in Vienna only for 24 hours

but I do hope to meet you again. - Je aussi, je aussi!

Now please excuse me, I must rest and shake off the dust from my boots

Herr Count! I am enchanted by your charming little wife!

Dearest Countess... Au revoir! - Beau revoir, beau revoir!

We were lucky this time. - Why, didn't I play well? - Fantastic!

Are you pleased now? - Yeah, Georgie...

Not entirely! - What is it now?

You kept me waiting. I had nothing of you all day...

As a compensation, you owe me... this evening!

But Liesl, tonight is the Hofburg ball! - Take me with yσu then!

Come on...- Listen, you're in my hands now. You better be nice to me...

or else I'll the old owl that you lied and I'm not your wife.

That's blackmail. - I know!

You have no idea what I'm capable of

so I can dance with you tonight at the Hofburg!

Well... alright. - Georgie!!

Very well! I'll run and get my most beautiful dress!

And... to make it clear...

no second thoughts!

Always remember this little hand... I've got you inside it!

Adieu...

... beast! - Adieu, scoundrel. And -!

Herr Count, the tail-coat is ready!

Will Miss Stadler continue to play the Countess's part?

Only when His Excellency is around, and he's leaving tomorrow...

Nothing can happen... and my wife is not in Vienna!

Thank heavens!

Jesusandmary! - Anni??

What kind of a welcome is that? - At your service, your Highness!

At your service. - Why do you look like that?

Herr Count gave me leave tonight, as an exception

Very well, but first you'll help us change dresses.

Oh dear!!

At your service! At you service!

I bet you thought we'd never be back?? - Nooo....

I mean... yes! But not so suddenly.

Oh.

Methinks they take us for ghosts.

What do you think, Knoepfel?

My impression is...

we are VERY unwelcome!

Jean, where is the Count?

Jean, it would be proper to announce us!

Or else your husband will collapse if he sees us.

Very strange. - If you allow me: not strange, but suspicious.

Even very suspicious. - Knoepfel, don't exaggerate..

This is a surprise visit after all. - No reason to get crazy...

like everybody in here. - Come on! - That Jean's face....

tha-that was typical for a bad conscience!

Why should he? - I don't know yet, but...

I'll find out!

Jean, you must go and tell Miss Stadler, it's cancelled.

That's a bad idea. - Why?

Mind "this little hand."

You have to go with Miss Stadler, or else she'll come again to this house...

Oh God! - Herr Count must go downstairs now.

There he is! - Countenance, child.

I can hear your heart beat until here.

Dearest Melanie, please pardon me... - Dear Georg, it doesn't matter...

I know it's almost your usual bed time.

Dearest aunt, may I introduce you to my spouse.

I am delighted, dear nephew!

I'm just being polite of course.

If I'll be really delighted, is up to you.

I will do my best to gain my aunt's favour.

You may adress me directly. - I'll do my best to gain your favour.

I'll leave you alone now. - No no, you are not bothering us at all...

Very polite, but you two have so much to discuss, so I'll better go.

Did you... have a good time in Baden?

Thank you. It was OK.

And you? - Thank you. It was OK... too.

Lots of work to do? - Terribly, tremendously lots!

I believe you.

May I ask why you have returned so suddenly?

I mean... FINALLY.

Reason, Georg. I realized that I have to be as you want me to.

That's nice, Melanie.- From now on our life will be just as you please.

I will do everything to support you with your hard work.

That's very nice of you, dear Melanie.

Jean, bring some vine! You'll have a glass with me?

No! No alcohol!

But... you are drinking??? - J-just for you!

I myself, never!

Jean, do something against your cold, gargle some sage tea maybe.

Now bring me some water. - Yes, Frau Countess.

I have learned so much these last weeks.

How nice it is to go to bed early, that vine just gives you hangovers...

You are right, honey, so very right!

Meli, I think you are detaining your husband.

Tonight is the great Hofburg ball, aren't you expected as well?

M-must we go there, darling?

No, not necessarily. - I thought you'd have to, for professional reasons?

Not all, my duty doesn't extend to this.

All the better! I do know your dislike of noisy festivities.

We will stay nicely at home, you will work, and I will read.

Well...

I, I can't stay home as well.

In fact I have to leave right now.

An important conference. Our minister Prince Ypsheim-Gindelbach...

has just arrived and will leave tomorrow.

Poor you. Even at night you have to work??

How awful.

Until tomorrow. For sure I'll be asleep already, when you return. - Sure.

Good night, and sleep well. - Good night, Georg.

Are you ... satisfied with me?

Very much so!

You see? He is very satisfied with me.

How do you find him?- Excellent, I am pleasantly surprised.

But you know what they say about still waters...- No way!

He might be a still water, but pure and clear unto the ground.

Are you sure? - Totally!

Good night then. I'm leaving.

Where? - Change dress!

What for? - The ball of course. Metternich invited me.

I'm going. I'm not married to a Reussian after all!

Staying in bed, during the greatest ball of the Congress!

With the greatest monarchs, the most beautiful ladies

the most elegant gentlemen, five orchestras

thousands of candles burn for happy waltzing people

Stop! I can't stand it! - But why?

You like going to bed early. - But no!!

I won't close an eye. What shall I do?- Join me!!

Jeez. I'm breathless. -Never mind. Let's go.

But if Georg...- He is working sooo hard, isn't he?

But if somebody recognizes me? - Bah, you were a mere child when you left

and as soon as you were back, you ran away again

But... how will I get in? - With me!

Afterwards, you can play Countess Wolkersheim for the rest of your life.

Be a real Viennese for one more time and dance everything to pieces!

Who is this lady?

I don't know, Your Highness.

Enchanting.

Auntie, I'm so grateful, it is marvellous!

Did I promise too much? -No.

But... my poor Georgie...

he is working, and I'm having fun.

I am a bad wife... - There he is!

Who? - Poor Georgie!

He is working really hard! - Where??

Over there, with a charming blonde...

Where are you going? - Home!

Now? The fun is just starting!

Don't be silly... come!

Did you see her? - I'm not blind.

Hypocrite, playing the bothered diplomat! I want a divorce!

So you don't love him anymore? -But yes, yes!

Unfortunately. - Everything's alright then.

Cheer up! - Cheer up??

Because now he is as you wanted him to be!

You don't have to pretend anymore. He can even dance really good now!

But with somebody else! - That's no tragedy!

Just a little... accident.

If it's dangerous, you'll have to find out.

Me? - Of course, who else?

But... how should I do that?

Just find a handsome gentleman, dance, have fun, he will see you...- And?

...and if he cracks up, all is well.

And if he doesn't... - Crack up?

That's up to you. - Alright, but...

where do I find a gentleman?

Pardon me. Von Treysing.

Adjutant of His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Ludwig of Bavaria.

His Highness asks to have the honor of your acquaintance.

Congratulations, my child!

He is the most elegant and most charming crown prince of Europe!

Adieu, and have fun. - Don't leave me alone!

For sure I will. You don't need me anymore.

Besides, His Highness won't have so much interest in MY acquaintance

Most gracious lady, your name please? - Countess Wolkersheim.

His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of Bavaria - Countess Wolkersheim.

Dear Countess, I am delighted.

It would make me very happy, if you would join me at my table.

With pleasure, Your Highness!

Georgie, I would never have dreamed of dancing with you at the Hofburg

To be honest, I prefer Dommayer's. - C'mon, we have that every day.

We are more private there. - Nobody's bothering us!

Thank hea----

Dearest Countess, what a surprise, I am so delighted to meet you in here

Me too, Excellency, I'm enchantι!

I can see why you are here tonight, Wolkersheim.

Your Excellency, I thought I...

I understand! You do your duty as a diplomat just as well as a husband

I have had this strange intuition

that I'd experience something especially pretty tonight, dearest Countess

Who's that? A Countess?

It's that Stadler girl from Kaerntnertor theatre

When did he marry her? - Just for tonight I suppose!

Should you have pity on a poor bachelor, I would be happy and proud

if I may join you at some later point. - You may, Excellency, you may!

Now please excuse me for 15 minutes, my duties for the state are calling!

See you later.

You see? - What? - Him being here.

Let's leave. - The fun is just starting!

It's too dangerous for me. - Georgie, how often can I go to a court ball??

That's gonna turn into a huge disaster!- Don't be hysterical.

If he starts telling people that I'm here with my wife...

He'll be gone tomorrow... and now, I'm hungry.

Dear Countess, you have no idea how happy I am to have you as my guest

Me too, I am very happy, Your Royal Highness

The Countess is all alone here? - Yes... I mean no.

My aunt is here as well. - And your husband isn't?

No. That means... yes.

You don't know for sure? - But yes, of course.

Pardon, I didn't know that.

Of course I will have him invited as well. -No, please don't.

Why that mischievous look?

Well... allow me to be honest. It seems to me something is wrong...

I admire your intelligence, Royal Highness.

You are right. Something is wrong.

My husband doesn't know I'm here. It's a surprise!

Has His Royal Highness chosen? - He has!

And who is tonight's lucky lady?

A charming person. Countess Wolkersheim.

"Charming" is true. "Countess" not so much. - What?

That's a hoot.

I find it dreadful that this wonderful congress too will end.

You're not listening, dear Countess.

Uhm... I do, I do.

Your Highness was talking about politics. - Not at all, but about art!

And all the other beautiful things in Vienna...

Your Highness, important news

Really important? - Very much so. And...

top secret.

Pardon me for a moment, dear Countess.

I beg your forgiveness for this embarrassing mistake

That's great news! Splendid! Thanks my dear!

Of course... certainly.

Hopefully no bad news for you, Your Highness.

On the contrary. Now I know who you are. - What?

I knew something was wrong, I just couldn't say what.

And now you know. - Everything. You are an artist named Liesl Stadler.

Liesl -? - Stadler!

I know more. You came to the ball with Count Wolkersheim

but... you are not married to him.

So...

that is ... very interesting.

You are disappointed now, aren't you, Your Highness?

Yes. But in a pleasant way.

Now I can openly tell you how much adore you.

Aha. - That's why you were so nervous, no?

Now you aren't anymore? - I am, Your Highness.

Still? Why? Ah, I know.

The real Countess is at the ball as well, no?

You guessed it so well.

No need to be afraid. You are under my protection now!

Let's invite the Count and his wife to our table, that will be cozy!

Treysing! - You're right, Your Highness. That will be tooootally cozy!

Don't worry, Your Excellency

the Congress certainly respects the interests of the minor states as well

I am proud and happy to hear you say that personally

Reuss is greatly represented by your young diplomat

You mean Count Wolkersheim.- That's him. I will keep this gentleman informed.

Thank you. - You were talking about Count Wolkersheim?

We did. Do you know him? - Not very well.

A good diplomat, I hear? - An excellent diplomat!

Hear, hear. And is he here tonight? - Yes, with his wife.

A charming young lady. - I'd so much like to meet her!

Of course, Madame, let me... - Don't trouble yourself.

Let's have a promenade instead.

It's enough now! - Let me try this one too!

Mmh, great. Don't know it. Try!

Salmon. - Ugh. Hate it.

Now, come on. - Just another sip, cheers!

There is our young friend!

That's splendid, here is an old acquaintance to renew.

Good evening, Herr Count! You do remember me?

Uh, uh, uh, sure, sure.

Such a congress means a lot of work, no? Even at night!

Oh, and this is the charming young Countess...

Well, don't you want to introduce us? - Sure.

Uh, uh... - Countess Wolkersheim is the pride of our court!

Flatterer! - I do understand your enthusiasm, Excellency.

Do you feel well in Vienna, Countess?

I was born here! - Now, really?

Count Wolkersheim? Von Treysing, adjutant of the Crown Prince of Bavaria.

His Royal Highness would be delighted to have you and the Countess as his guests

Impossible! I mean... I must ask you to pardon us.

Allow me a moment.

Are you mad? Rejecting the Crown Prince??

This may be of greatest importance for Reuss!

Nervous, dear Countess? - A little bit.

One doesn't dine everyday with a future monarch!

Thank heavens!

I command you to go!

Report tomorrow!

Count Wolkersheim gratefully accepts. - May I guide you to the table?

Enjoy yourself! - Merci bon, au revoir!

A charming little Countess, isn't she?

Without doubt a quite interesting person.

Count and Countess Wolkersheim! - How charming!

I am delighted that you allow me this pleasure

The ladies aren't acquainted yet.

Countess, may I introduce you to Miss Liesl Stadler?

I am delighted!

So do I!

Champagne, dear Count? - Thank you, Your Highness

The great "Franηaise", we must not miss it.

And a bit of movement makes us relax

How nice you are here too. -How did you get here?

By coincidence, with my aunt. And you?

Me too. - You too with your aunt!

You are an artist? - Certainly, Countess.

An actress? - A passionate one!

You are living in Reuss all the time? - Yes, all the time.

We leave only for reusses, uhm ruses

You know, that's my husband's profession.

I have never noticed you on stage!

No wonder, on stage I only perform tiny roles

Cut this nonsense. - Nonsense? It's great fun!

You owe me an explanation. - Am I asking you for one?

How long have you been called Stadler? - Why?

Isn't that a stage name? - No.

I'd have chosen a less ordinary name then!

Miss Stadler is charming, isn't she?

You think so, Your Highness? - Rustic!

I think she is a bit ... vulgar!

How long have you been Countess? - Come again?

Have you been married for long? - Sure!

So you are from -? - Hernals (district of Vienna)

Von Hernals? Never heard of such name!

Now back to Vienna. After the Franηaise, a Viennoise.

Go demand a nice Viennese song. - Yes, Your Highness.

Maybe our artist will be so nice to entertain us a bit

Bravo, a great idea, Countess! I beg you.

I never sang in front of so many people. - Why?

Uhm, I mean...

other than at the theatre.

Make an exception for me, please!

Alright, but you must assist me, Countess.

Me? What makes you think I can sing?

Why should a Countess not be able to sing?

Yes. That is Vienna.

You like Vienna so much, Your Highness?

If Munich wasn't so far away I'd be here all the time

You're from Vienna too, dear Countess? - Me? Uhm...

Why does Your Highness ask? - Is it so hard to tell...

They say, no one can hide the Viennese spirit

But how does one recognize a Viennese girl instantly?

At first sight? - Well, by her accent.

And secondly, when she starts to fidget. - Fidget?

What do you mean? - How shall I explain this...

Your Highness is able to sit still during this waltz

so does our much acclimatised Count, if he has to.

But her, just look at her, the Countess

fidgeting already like a whirlwind - and so am I!

I can hardly stay seated. And that's... Viennese spirit.

"Viennese spirit, viennese spirit..."

full of fervor, of verve and of fire

Viennese spirit, viennese spirit

our heart and soul belongs to you

That is where all our happiness lies

glowing inside with all these Strauss melodies

Viennese spirit, only those understand

who are children of Vienna!

Sometimes when our heart is breaking

and we think everything is over now

but Viennese spirit cures every pain

let's get together again - and let us shake hands!"

"Viennese spirit, viennese spirit...

full of fervor, of verve and of fire

Viennese spirit, viennese spirit

our heart and soul belongs to you

That is where all our happiness lies

glowing inside with all these Strauss melodies

Viennese spirit, only those understand

who are children of Vienna!"

Viennese get only mad, when music is playing somewhere

then our blood is boiling, and we must go dancing

nobody can sit still, moving hips and fingertips

and that's the Viennese spirit!

Anyone who can feel this flame, will be in the game, will be in the game

Old and young are dancing all, see them joining the great ball

when the lights are shining bright they are dancing all the night

That happens only in Vienna, listen to the music, that's our Vienna!"

"Viennese spirit, viennese spirit

full of fervor, of verve and of fire..."

Marvellous!

The way you are flirting with the Crown Prince is shameless!

You are carrying my name after all!

Wrong! The lady carrying your name tonight

is dancing with the Prince! - Let's go home, now!

But Georg, you can't leave with me and compromise your wife!

Alright, I'm leaving alone.... and I will wait for you!

I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a long time...

Change ladies!

Forgive me, Liesl... but I'm going home.

Georgie, why?? The fun is just starting!

I think she is adorable!

Me too. - I noticed that, you scoundrel!

But don't think you can... - I thought you're not jealous anymore?

About your wife only, and she's in Baden - No, she isn't.

Where is she? - She's dancing over there!

With the Crown Prince of Bavaria

I'm struck by...

- Lightning!

A bit slower, please! Or I'll collapse.

Knoepfy, I must enjoy this evening to the full! - What do you mean,must?

One, two, one, two... where's your rhythm??

Ouch, my back. - Look here, it's Herr Knoepfchen!

Not you again! - Have I troubled your back again?

What are you doing at the Prater? - Dancing, what else?

Ouch... owie... ow....

When did you start to serve Terpsichore?

Don't offend me, Herr Jean!

Silly, that's one of the muses! And yes, I serve!

But a different muse! Nemesis, to be clear!

And I will tear the veil off your double life!

Yours, and Herr Count's!

That's why you are here? That's the price of being taken to the Prater?

They expect you to talk! - I didn't say anything yet, Herr Jean!

I'll make sure, that you... - You won't do anything.

You will look very stupid... and so will the Count

as soon as I will start telling the truth about your 'hard work'

with Miss... Stadler!

You will destroy a marriage!

I don't care! My Mademoiselle hasn't deserved this!

You can't be serious... dear Knoepfel!

First - it's HERR Knoepfel.

Second - don't even try.

That sort of thing doesn't work with me

Ugh, my back. - Pardon!

This table is booked.

Excuse us, but my friend has fallen ill.

The word 'friend' is highly exaggerated.

We will never be friends, never!

Alright... go, go, go!

Don't get funny, young man.

I repeat: the table is booked!

Maybe, but not the chairs. Waiter, bring wine!

On the chair!

Slowly I am getting angry! - The gentleman is right.

That's bad behaviour. - Indeed!

Only servants act that way.

What was that??

I didn't talk to you. - You will immediately apologize to the gentleman!

This guy ate some crazy mushrooms? - I don't eat mushrooms, you...

mushmishrooms... - Don't bother, dear Knoepfel.

It's my problem after all. - Oh no, dear Herr Jean.

This is about both of us! This guy offended our professional honour!

I'll show him what he deserves! - You???

You midget, you little runt! - What??

Great, it's getting rough! I love that!

You squashed bread roll! - What??

You spotted flea scumbag! - You just wait!

You fuzzy-wuzzy wiener dog! - Jeez... that does it!

Rusty rolling pin! Ruffled roundabout!

Herr Jean, please open the door!

With pleasure! - Go, go!

You wanna kick ME out? - Scram, scram!

You twisted dipper! - Scat, scat!

I'll show you...! - Look, I got him!

Make way, make way!

There he goes! - Rest in peace!

Herr Knoepfel, you are a hero! - That was fantastic!

Well... if I hadn't retained myself, he'd be in pieces by now

Herr Colleague, my admiration!

All this with your troubled back, bravo! -Ouch!!

My back! - Poor you, I'm so sorry! Wait a second.

Medicine is on its way. Waiter, a bottle of champagne!

"Go and sell my clothes...

'cause I'm up in hea-ven!

When violins are fiddling

songs from Vienna

Go and sell my clothes, I'm up in heaven

Come up and join me

but don't wake me up!"

Cheers, Johnny. - Cheers, Herr Knoepfel.

You can call me Knoepfel now. - Cheers, Knoepfel.

Not "Cheersknoepfel"... it's "Cheers" - pause - "Knoepfel"!

Cheerspauseknoepfel!... Listen!

Now that we have reconciled, we should reconcile our lordships as well.

Frau Countess and Herr Count

A wonderful idea, but...

how to repair this marriage? - Yes...

First, that Stadler girl must go - Yes...

We will get rid of her... we must

Kill her?? Jeez... - Kill? Come on!

Carry on sleeping, silly...

Listen Jean, she must be torn out of the Count's heart!

But how?

Good evening, master! - Good evening.

Who's that? - Daffinger.

Don't know him. - What? The most famous miniaturist of Vienna.

Aha. Ha! I got it.

What? - The glue! The marriage glue!

Wha-where-how all of a sudden? - From this Herr Daff- uhm

Daffinger! - Yeah! - And the glue?

Jealousy! The Count must get jealous!

Then he will forget Miss Stadler. -Make him jealous, huh...

Of whom? - A rival for the love his wife!

There is none... - So we must invent one!

I get it... Daffinger shall play the part.

Wrong... Listen closely.

A high-ranking, but anonymous person must commission a portrait of the Countess

and if the Count gets to know this, he will foam of jealousy

Who is this anonymous high-ranking person?

Me! And you will be my secretary. Let's go to Master Daffinger!

The menu please. - Here's a paper for drawing, Herr von Daffinger.

We need the menu otherwise.

Pardon! Do I have the honour of addressing Herr von Daffinger?

Yes, that's me.

Pardon me, can I talk to you in secret?

Can we talk about something confidential?

Of course, please!

I have been secretly sent by a high-ranking person

who must stay absolutely anonymous.

That's very interesting, but I don't understand...- Psst!

Pardon, pardon... strictly confidential.

It is about a commission, a major one...

You want to commission a painting? - That's it!

Not me, but this high-ranking

this highly anonymous person

At your service. Shall I come with you? - No, I've brought the person with me...

Your Excellency! The coast is clear. - Good day!

Good day, my dear...

Your Excellency, please take a seat. - Thank you.

My, cough, secretary has informed you already...

I want, cough, a portrait minia-choor of the beautiful, cough

Countess Wolkersheim, at Herrengasse 8

Very well, and when shall I begin?

Right now! - Hold thy tongue!

As soon as possible. And how much, cough, does the master demand?

About 500 guldens. - Very well.

But remember, Frau Countess must not know who ordered the painting!

To make your silence easier, I will, cough, stay silent about my... name.

I understand. - In a few days, my secretary...

Cough! - Yes, what? - Just happened.

Now you totally confused me. Where were we?

At the... secretary. - That's it. - Right!

My coughsecretary will come and get the painting

and then will tell you where to send your bill.

Alright, I will start tomorrow morning.

Bon, bon and au revoir!

Your Excellency! - If thou darest to speak unsolicitedly again

I will kick thee - out! Understood??

Your Excellency? - Again?

Your Excellency got my hat... - What?

Your Excellency got my hat... - I understand...

Listen... if you ever yell at me again

I'll drop out of this game. - But Knoepfel, I had to!

No, no... - You can't interrupt a high-ranking personality!

Now, let's get flowers for the Countess. - No, I'm not in the game anymore.

You were so mean.

Come Knoepfely, we go home, have a bottle of wine...- Well, well...

You were mean to me!

"Go and sell my clothes, I'm up in heaven..."

Psssst, Herr Count is still awake!

Totally blasted!!!

Come in... scoundrels!

Come hither!

Closer!

Please Herr Count, sincerely, pardon us,

Without Knoepfel, I wouldn't have... - Hush!

Sit!

Sit!!

Sit and watch out and keep me awake.

Do you understand this? - Silence!

Wake me immediately, if I fall asleep.

I am tired like a horse myself

and now this... - He's asleep, shall I wake him?

But why? Look, he is totally wasted...

And generally, this is a typically drunken... order.

"Wake me immediately, if I fall asleep." Pah...

Only a boozer gets ideas like that.

But maybe he is waiting for somebody...

For whom, in the middle of the night? - For Frau Countess, maybe.

For my Mademoiselle? My dear...

she is asleep already!

Johnny, hand me another bottle, will you?

See, this one's empty already...

Watch out, be silent!

What was that??

Nothing, Herr Count...

I'm just having a hi-hickup.

Don't hickup so loudly! And wake me

when I fall asleep. - Of course...

Now I wanna know why for Heaven's sake he wants to awake

I told you already, he is waiting for somebody

Johnny, Johnny...

Let's set a trap at the door.

A trap? - A trap.

And if somebody enters the door, we will hear it

and until then, we can a bitsy sleep

Terrific idea.

But how-? - The gong!

There are strings in the cupboard. You just tie the gong...

to the door... and when the door...

opens, it will fall down, the gong.

You think it will work? - For sure!

The Count is in a bad position.

That snore bothers me a lot!

Let me cover you a bit.

Don't suffocate him!

Come on. A boozer never suffocates. Never!

Your Royal Highness

I'm home.

I guess no Viennese woman ever had such an honour

being brought home by the Crown Prince of Bavaria!

And no Viennese woman ever charmed the Crown Prince as much as you do

Ever since I met you, I love Vienna even more.

It is dangerous for a woman to listen to you.

I must see you again. But not at some ball

I must see you alone. - I don't know, Your Highness.

Take this license, you can see me anytime with this.

Will you come?

Maybe.

Wake me immediately, if I fall asleep.- Yes, Herr Count!

Silence!

Johnny, you were so mean to me.

"Miss Elisa Stadler may see me anytime without announcement. - Ludwig."

Hey!

What is it? - No rest in this house!

Up!

Good morning, Herr Count! Most delighted!

Good morning, Herr Count. - Didn't I tell you to keep me awake??

And you are sleeping like logs!

Please, Herr Count, if you have expected anybody...

that person has not returned yet.

How do you know? - Look!

If somebody would have opened the door, that would have made such a noise

that would have waked the neighbourhood

Take a look for yourself.

Whoopie! Huh...

She has not returned.

Did you hear? "She"!

He did expect the Countess. - No way.

Who else? The Princess aunt?

Good morning.

Melanie!

Well, what did I say? - And me?

The trap was rubbish. - No, and she was here all the time.

MY trap... is excellent!

Which idiot did this?

Rubbish, huh?

Most delighted, Your Highness... Did you sleep well?

Cut this improper irony, I didn't sleep at all. Where are the kids?

Uhm... - Good, I'll go to bed now. Make sure my niece doesn't leave.

Get me soda and cold compresses

You looked at the Crown Prince really tenderly!- No, just interested!

No, tenderly, as you've never been to me.- And I saw you dancing, my dear!

That was enough for me. We both are even now!

Swear you love only me, think of nobody else.

I think of nobody else. - Swear!

I can't if you grab me like this. - Swear!

I swear! - Swear that you have forgotten Bavaria is a kingdom

and has a crown prince. - I swear he doesn't exist.

Yes?

This is for the Countess! - From whom?

From Hrdlicka's. - But who ordered it?

Nobody told us.

Pardon me, a Herr Daffinger is here.

What does he want? - Paint Frau Countess

By order of a high ranking person, who wishes to stay anatomically.

It's getting even better.

Tell Daffinger, my wife won't be painted for such mysterious person

What's up? Go!

Of course.

Ouch, my back. I can't walk.

How mean. He steals my troubled back!

You go, Knoepfel!

Uhm... alright.

Ouch! My back!

Darn it, you too?? - No... that's mine alright

the troubled back... and Jean got infected by me

Is this a madhouse? Anni, tell Daffinger there must be mistake

my wife doesn't wish to be painted.

Hold it, please.

Was Herr Daffinger explicitely ordered to paint Countess Wolkersheim?

Yes, explicitly. - Excuse me, darling.

Anni, bring Daffinger to the Wintergarten

I have always wished to be painted by Daffinger. - So!

You just swore. - I swear again, I have no idea

who ordered Master Daffinger. - And the flowers?

I'm not certain. - Very well, I'll find out.

I just need to ask, and by God, I'll shoot that guy!

My husband is a classic, Don Juan and Othello combined!

Good morning. - Good morning, Aunt!

Stay seated, my child, I have great news!

You'll never have to return to Reuss again.- But why?

It payed off that I stayed longer at the ball than you.

I have heard that the Congress will decide that the principality of Reuss

will disappear forever!

What? - Yes, Reuss-Schleiz-Greiz will be no more!

You call that 'great' news? - Now come on...

You can stay in Vienna now!

Dear Master, I need a break...- Of course, Frau Countess...

I don't understand you. - But this means Georgie is no diplomat anymore.

So what? You won't starve. - But don't you know how much he loves his job?

I didn't notice. - Yes, he is a diplomat with all his heart!

Say, will Prussia or Saxony take over Reuss?

No, Bavaria!

Bavaria? - Metternich said so, he must know.

Then ... I'll go to Crown Prince Ludwig, right now. - Melly!

That's impossible. - Why? - You can't go there alone.

Mind his reputation. - Which is? - An international womanizer!

They say, he has a special method.

He talks just about art, shows his collection

and coincidentally, the best picture hangs - in his bedroom!

I don't believe that. With me, he behaved like a true gentleman!

And... even if I'm wrong

I'll go to him! - Melanie, you know I'm no prude, but you can't do that.

You are a Countess Wolkersheim!

That ... he will never know!

Only a Miss Stadler from Kaerntnertor theatre.

Demoiselle, I am happy you exerted your privilege so soon

Your Royal Highness may be disappointed

when I tell you, why.

I am grateful for every occasion.

I have a request. - Granted, if I can.

Your Highness is so generous. - So?

What is it?

Is it true that Bavaria will take over Reuss?

I'm afraid I can't answer this

Politics is my father's job. I prefer beautiful things, art, the muses...

But in this case, I will take an interest.

Thank you.

And that's it?

You were concerned, concerned about...

That's how much you love him?

Yes. - And you don't mind he's married?

Not at all.

Won't you make yourself comfortable?

Shall I show you my treasures?

May I guide you?

I collect this for future museums.

A fabulous girl's head, original de la Rabiat

Found in an antique shop... Rembrandt.... Van Dyck... - Magnificent.

This is from the Praxiteles school.

I'm very proud of this one. - Very interesting.

Vienna is a real treasure box. You have no idea ...

how many pretty things I found here.

And now, something special

The surprise I have kept until now

Please close your eyes for a moment.

Don't cheat. Keep them closed.

Now, look!

There, in front of you!

"To Countess Melanie Wolkersheim, as a memory of the Hofball - Ludwig"

You knew? - Of course.

Since when?

I suspected it, when you were singing

You sang like a true artist. - Thank you.

And our little artist didn't sing like a Countess.

She was far too ambitious for that.

You see... I know a lot about artists.

But after that I was completely sure. You betrayed it, Countess.

How? - The address.

I'm no Viennese,but I know as much:

A Demoiselle Stadler doesn't live at Herrengasse 8.

For Chrissake, you must know who ordered the painting!

I am sorry, I don't.

You don't want to.

For the last time, Count, I have not the slightest idea

who this unknown person might be.

Let me tell you then, Herr Daffinger.

Crown Prince Ludwig of Bavaria!

Ha, certainly not!

I know him well. I painted him.

You are very... discreet, Herr Daffinger.

I'll have to ask His Highness myself then!

Herr Count, I regret that I can't help you.

I thought painters have an eye for faces

and you can't even describe this mysterious gentleman

Describe, no... but I can draw him.

Do it, please. - With pleasure.

Well?

But that's...

And here... his companion.

That does it!

The Daffinger stunt hit like a bombshell!

Still some left?

None. Just the mail.

Oh no!

Excuse the interruption--- Highness!

The flowers are yours as well, Highness?

No, really not.

From whom? - From my friend Knoepfchen.

Aha, the sinner has escaped!

Well, everything is alright now, Master Daffinger

You will paint the portrait anyway. I will take it, for the....

price as agreed upon.

Goodbye.

Puh-please Herr Count, your mail.

"... Reuss is no more! Therefore you are dismissed from your duty. Sadly, Ypsheim."

Am I disturbing? - Never, my angel.

Well, have you investigated your wife's seducer?

Melanie, please forgive me my ugly suspicions.

We should celebrate our final reconciliation, but...

I don't feel like it.

Melanie, I am... - I know.

Ah, people are talking already?

Don't worry. We have enough for a living...

and we will stay in Vienna. You do like it now, don't you?

Yes, dear. But... imagine Columbus

and a dry ocean ahead.

Georgie... maybe the last word hasn't been said yet.

I mean, maybe the Congress will change its mind?

How could this happen? Bavaria would have to decide

and they don't have sympathies for us.

His Excellency, Minister von Ypsheim-Gindelbach.

My dear, haven't you heard? We exist again!

Reuss-Schleiz-Greiz has been resurrected

in all its glory, and to whose credit? Yours, my dear!

Thank you so much.

You made such a strong impression on the Crown Prince of Bavaria

that he went to his father to speak out for our good cause

And you won't accept the invitation? You must be pushed into your good luck!

Now everything is well. Reuss-Schleiz-Greiz owes you so much.

Even everything. Ask for your reward!

Excellency, my greatest wish is to stay in Vienna forever!

In Vienna! Hereby I appoint you as a permanent envoy in Vienna.

Your Excellency, may I introduce you to my wife now?

Most delighted, Madame.

Don't bother yourself, my dear.

I won't fall for it a second time.

A waltz started our quarrel, a waltz ends it. - Yes Georgie, forever!

Oh Georgie, I'm so happy. You and me at the Prater!

All alone. - Like secret love birds!

And nobody around to recognise us.

Ypsi, you must watch out!

I get dizzy very quickly

and that doesn't suit an actress from the court!

Jeez, it's Georgie and his wife. How nice, hello!

Imagine, His Excellency has engaged me for the court theatre in Reuss.

Congratulations. - He worked hard for it, cause I had another offer

to Munich, from the Crown Prince himself

Pure bogus, but she's ravishing. - How very true!

Miss Stadler said the truth.

If His Excellency refrains, such a talent is always welcome in Munich

Refrain? No way, Your Highness!

What's up? Let's go!! Why don't we go?

Where is the carousel keeper? - Yeah...

What??

Herr Neighbour, we know each other.

What's up? What do you want? - What I want?

Reconciliate is what I want.

If I remember correctly, I kicked you from the inn.

What, you - me?

See Johnny? That's Vienna!

"Viennese spirit, Viennese spirit..."

Subs by Dr. Gogol