Original subtitles

STADELHEIM PRISON, MUNICH

All the best, kid!

Yeah.

See you next time round.

There won't be a next time for me.

Is there a telephone here?

A coffee!

Hello!

Does anyone by the name of Johanna Reiher work for you?

I see.

You wouldn't know where she's working now?

Maybe you could call me back.

63-64-07.

“.07!

OK?

GODS OF THE PLAGUE

Hello?

Yes, I'll keep it in mind.

No.

Yeah...

The Lola Montez.

Blond hair, dark-blue eyes

I see wherever I may be

And a silly, little, child-like smile

Haunts my reverie

My blond baby

Do not forget me

My little baby

Don't do that to me!

You've no idea

What you mean to me

For in your soul

You're still a baby

My little baby

Listen to me

In my dreams

There's only you

Hear my yearning

Speak to you

My blond baby

Do not forget me

Franz!

Look!

There it is.

Would you like to...?

Here! For the meal.

Let's go up there, OK?

Come closer to me!

Come on!

You're here at last!

Miss, can I order now?

I'll be right with you.

Was it bad?

No different from outside.

Ah, come on! Don't be so sad!

What would you like?

- Do you have snails? - I'm afraid not.

Pit)"

What would you like?

Meat loaf with egg.

Meat loaf with egg. And for you?

Oh, dear!

- A rump steak. - One rump steak.

- Anything to drink? - Two beers...

Thank you!

- Wouldn't you like something better? - No.

Meat loaf with egg!

I like it.

I love you so much.

I have to call someone.

Who?

Marian?

Hi!

It's me! Franz.

Yeah.

Never mind.

Yeah. I'm eating out with Johanna.

Where?

Gotzingerstrasse 13.

Yeah, in about two hours.

Bye!

Who was that?

My brother.

- Rien ne va plus. - Les is in America.

- Is he? - Good work in Paderborn.

- Neuf, rouge, impair et manque. - Doing what?

- Thirteen. - Shit!

- Bruno's dead. - I know.

Rien ne va plus.

We ate snails.

Treize, noir, impair et manque.

Thirteen... please!

Put it on seventeen!

Faites pas le con ici avec ces trues-la.

Rien ne va plus.

- The Gorilla? - Treize, noir impair et manque.

He's hiding out some place.

And Why?

Rien ne va plus.

Tell me why!

He's changed his line.

Dix-huit, rouge, pair et manque.

I've won!

- Three, black! - Rien ne va plus.

Good morning!

Oh! Make inquiries in Landsberg!

That's true.

Even so...

Take a seat!

Have you tried this Johanna Reiher?

- No. - Well, then...

Her guy is out of jail again.

- I know. What about him? - I just thought...

Do you know her?

Carla Aulaulu, door-to-door saleswoman.

Born November 12th, 1943 in Brasov.

On police records for pornography.

She knows everything that's going on.

She has called. It's not possible.

This guy who's with Johanna Reiher, this Franz...?

- ...Wa|sch. - That's right.

He was a friend of his.

Try this Carla Aulaulu woman.

Try Johanna Reiher...

and Franz Walsch.

A guy like that can't just vanish. He'd be conspicuous anywhere.

My God! Marian Walsch, then!

Yeah.

Franz...

I don't want to anymore.

For what?

Nothing. No...

Yesterday?

Maybe.

But that's all over.

What should we do at her place?

Fine by me.

What time?

- Hey, you! - What?

Come here, please!

You still haven't shown me your ID, Mr...?

Franz Biberkopf.

It's upstairs now...

my ID.

OK,

but yesterday I gave you a bill for the week.

It has to be paid.

Don't worry, I'll pay.

Do I look like someone who wouldn't pay?

Well, judging by your luggage...

Stop, or I'll call the police!

I was at the grave.

Oh, God! The coffee! I'll make you some coffee.

My son!

I've bought a new record. Shall I play it for you?

Like it?

My boy!

Do you need money?

I have enough.

Mom, what's Uncle Franz doing there?

- You're crazy! - Polizia!

Polizia, polizia!

Get lost!

Come here!

Mascalzone!

Marian hasn't been here for three days.

I don't know why I'm so unhappy.

It's because of what happened in the past, I'm sure.

My uncle's to blame.

He abused me.

It was terrible.

I was a nervous wreck at the time.

A girl alone in the big city...

You know what I mean.

And then there was your brother.

I was so young.

He was my uncle,

and I was brought up like that.

Your brother doesn't have such lovely skin as you do.

All I'm concerned with is the Gorilla.

The check!

You've got to help us!

I'll give you my phone number.

My private one, of course.

Carla!

Inspector!

Shall I introduce you?

No need. We know each other.

I've got some new magazines...

with new positions and so on.

Want to see?

No thanks. The last ones were no good.

- You wanted to pay? - Yes.

Four marks seventy.

- Keep the change! - Thanks.

Bye!

Don't forget me!

Where is he?

Here!

Do you like it?

No, but I'll buy it.

Three hundred.

I have to live, too.

OK.

Well?

He lives with a Magdalena Fuller.

Well?

He gave her his number.

Just because of those few days? It's ridiculous!

There was someone from the police here yesterday, too.

You might at least have told me.

You know he belongs to me.

He prefers blondes.

Everyone knows that.

I'm sorry, my dear. Forgive me!

Three hundred.

I don't have that much.

OK. I'll make it cheaper for you.

How much do you have?

One hundred.

OK, one hundred, then.

I'm looking for the Gorilla.

The Gorilla? Do you want to pull a job?

That's my business, not yours.

Dreimühlenstrasse 31.

- Calls himself Schöndorff or Schlöndorff. - Thanks.

Come to my place!

It was his brother. I'm sure of it.

There's more to this than meets the eye.

And what have you found out?

Me...?

Well... nothing!

Absolutely nothing.

We must use different methods.

Tougher ones.

Drastic measures are needed.

I want to see results from you.

I know.

- Can I help you? - Where's your personnel office?

Room 218, second story.

The elevator's on the right.

What are you doing now?

I'm getting up.

And Why?

I have to go to work.

Stay here!

And what about my work?

Stuff it!

I'm gonna lose my job.

What will I do then?

I have to send my mother something every month.

We could go for a walk.

You're sweet.

All creatures, great and small, gathered for a grand masked ball

The turtle from a turtle race played trumpet at a hurtling pace

The chameleon, chameleon puffed on a bulky bombardon

And all the lice, the little lice, they made a noise that wasn't nice

The bumblebees, the bumblebees banged on bombastic timpanies

The eel, the eel performed a slithering reel

The leopard, with a spotted scarf, was waiting for his better half

The flamingo, the flamingo was looking for some place to go

The mule, the stubborn mule was sprawling in a vast fauteuil

The water's mirror showed the swan that he was looking rather wan

And the hippo, hippopotamus behaved badly like a lot of us

The pig, who wasn't very fine...

Do you want some ravioli?

The buffalo, the buffalo bawls to the goose a gruff "Hello!"

While the spotted salamander slides down to the veranda

The fly, the fly stands outside in the pantry

A parrot who could count to three squawked "Pretty Polly" constantly

The storks, the storks were camouflaged as hawks

The wolves, a pack of twelve, had sheepishly disguised themselves

The bugs, even the little bug, began to dance a jitterbug

And when it danced, the eagle did something very regal

The fleas, the fleas hopped in the air with ease

Then suddenly the hall was still, they all sat down to eat their fill

The raven and the stork ate soup with just a fork

The giraffe', the giraffe' ate chocolate wafers with cafe'

Like a schnapps?

Yes.

And the serpent, for a change, tried to eat a blood orange

The lizard, oh, the lizard had pork crackling in its gizzard

The gnu, the gnu had eaten quite enough, he knew

The aurochs, who was soon replete, asked who would like the rest to eat

The dromedary chewed at length on caviar to give him strength

The snipe was but a snipe though clearly not a guttersnipe

The llama, the llama finished off with a banana

That this was just a nonsense song, was something we knew all along

Stop a moment!

You must help us.

You have to, understand?

I know nothing. Leave me alone!

Otherwise you'll be an accessory to murder.

He killed his brother.

Marian?

Not so rough!

A King Ludwig.

A handsome man.

Yeah.

Twenty marks.

Twenty?

It's the last one.

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Hey, don't walk so fast!

Well, what do you say now?

Hello, there!

It's crazy!

Crazy!

- Is that yours? - You bet.

Let's pay Jo a visit!

Come on!

I obtained a loan...

on the strength of my job.

So what?

We've spent nearly all of it.

Things are expensive.

Was that you with Marian?

Yes.

Something I don't know about?

A joke between men.

Why do they call you the "Gorilla"?

Because I'm big and strong, and everyone has to have a name.

He sang.

It was an order.

Were you together with Johanna while I was away?

Yes.

I love you.

- Marie Luise! - Jo!

Franz“.!

- This is Gunther. - Hello, Gunther!

Hello!

- This is Margarethe. - Your girlfriend?

- May I give her a kiss? - Sure.

Crazy!

- Is that yours? - Yes.

Was it bad?

- How are things with you? - Fine.

Well...

Hello, my boy, how are you?

Why? It couldn't be simpler.

I'm doing fine, honestly.

I have a wife...

the house...

and...

Marie Luise's expecting a baby.

Getting old, huh?

- Ah, come on! - Well, aren't you?

Sure he's getting old. Just look at him!

Oh my! Kid!

OK, let's get moving!

Come on!

Bye!

- Goodbye! - Bye.

Bye! Bye!

Good bye.

Bye,Jo!

Take care!

How much is this mag?

Twenty marks.

Daylight robbery! OK, I'll take it.

Here!

I have to know what's going on.

Don't you want to see which one you like?

I must go to work. I have no time.

Sorry. I didn't mean to shout.

I'm just so desperate.

I have to know what's going on.

Oh, God! I just go on talking.

He's planning a holdup in a supermarket...

with the Gorilla and his old friend Jo.

Which supermarket... do you know?

The one in Müllerstrasse. The owner's name is Martin.

He knows him from the old days.

Satisfied now?

We could run an agency for newspapers...

subscriptions and that sort of thing.

- We should call it off? - Yes.

Then we'd always be together.

Shit! There's no money in that.

And if we were to start a business?

A delicatessen or something?

- "A little more if you please?" - "Seen our special offer?"

You're not being serious.

We'll go south.

To Greece.

You need money for that.

Help me, will you?

We don't need no money.

Because we love each other.

That's right!

You two are strange.

We'll go to an island and live from fishing...

And hunting.

And the sun will shine...

And it never rains...

And we'll eat crabs...

And drink wine.

Why not?

What?

I said, "Why not?"

Because it's too expensive.

Why too expensive?

It's just too expensive.

I know what he's planning.

He wants to hold up a supermarket.

In Müllerstrasse...

Can't you shoot him in the act?

Please!

Please!

Well then?

I don't know.

Well, I do.

We need money.

You can't simply say, "We need money."

As if it were so easy to get money!

We'll do a raid.

Is there no other way?

No.

I could earn money...

with men or whatever.

What do you mean?

For you, Franz.

Franz! Go round there!

Hi!

- How are things? - So-so.

DORNKAATI 1 BOTTLE 8.50

You've got to prevent it! Don't let him do it!

Please!

Don't hurt him! You mustn't condemn him!

He's so dear...

Please!

Oh, you swine! You're all swine!

You still owe me ten pfennigs!

What a hysterical creature!

ONLY TODAY - WHILE SUPPLIES LAST: DORNKAATI 1 BOTTLE 8.50

What are you up to these days?

This and that.

What does that mean?

Oh, this and that.

- Are you still with Johanna? - No.

Where do you come from?

- Bavaria. - What?

Hands off!

What do they pay you here?

Oh... enough.

Hey, what's your game?

Cobbler, stick to your last!

Who did you blab to, darling?

I need the money.

I have to be beautiful for the others.

I need it!

I need it!

Come on!

Talk!

Out with it!

Johanna Reiher.

We herewith commit your body, Franz Walsch,

to consecrated earth.

For from dust you come...

and to dust you shall return.

May the Day of Judgement hold no horrors for you.

Therefore, let us pray for his poor soul,

that it may be cleansed in purgatory.

For the sake of our Lord Jesus Christ,

who leads the lost sheep back to the way of God,

and cleanses us of all our sins.

Amen.

I loved him so much.

Gods Of The Plague was shot in Catcher/November 1969 in 1 :1 ,37.

Staying true to the original, the digital restoration and lighting of the film

was carried out by way of scanning the original 35mm camera negative in 4K,

as well as by digitizing the optical soundtrack negative.