All language subtitles for The Knife 1961The Knife 1961

THE KNIFE

Leave it, Marie. I'll get it.

Have a good journey. Will you
please write to me immediately?

Bye-bye.

Are you comfortable?

Don't look so miserable.

The first term is soon over.
You'll be home for Christmas.

Time flies, Thomas.

Not so fast, Oscar.

You want some chocolate?
With nuts.

Who's that?
- Old Tanghe.

The grandfather of the shoemaker.
He fell down the stairs.

The convent garden.
Why did I ever go to the blasted place?

It seems ages ago already.
An entire year.

But it was this summer.
And summer hasn't even gone.

It's as if it has happened
to somebody else.

As if I was somebody else.
An ignoramus. An ignorant fooI.

Mama hadn't seen me. She didn't
even look to see if I was there.

She was too busy with the ladies
of the Mission.

Thomas, what are you doing here?
You should be at the church hall.

Father Hieronymus has already begun.

Come on, a bit faster.

Thomas, don't.

Come on, Thomas.

And, my dear friends,
when the magician...

that awesome man, before whom
the entire village trembles...

For, we should bear in mind
that these simple natives...

saw their magician as God Himself.

So, when that awesome man
came to me...

he made a deep bow and said:

Totibi-Luma.

Which means:
Welcome, foreign magician.

So I anwered:
Rototibi-Luma.

Which means:
I am not a foreign magician.

I told him I was only
a humble servant of God.

Yes, he said, you are a magician.
No, I said. I am not.

You are wily, he said.
No, I said. I am not wily.

The magician stared at me
for a long time.

Then he asked: If you are not a
magician, why do you have a beard?

These poor natives see a beard
as the sign of a wise man.

But a white beard,
and mine is unfortunately so...

is the sign of a magician.

It was the third time I heard that story.
What a bore.

Such a magician who makes
you laugh, is considered dangerous.

And when I say dangerous,
I mean dangerous...

as only a Baluba can be...

She had noticed my late arrivaI,
my unbuttoned coat, but I didn't care.

I am regularly asked whether
there are still headhunters.

Well, dear listeners...

true headhunters can still be found
in the interior, at Talimu...

which is here...

He had nearly finished, when I saw it.
Where was it from?

Today was the last day of the
exhibition. I hadn't noticed it before.

She thought I didn't know
she was spying on me. But I knew her.

I had never seen such a fine,
such a dangerous thing.

But we shall win through our faith
and our trust in the Lord. Amen.

On behalf of all of you, I want to thank
Father Hieronymus...

for the extremely interesting
and witty expos�...

with which he has closed this
very successfuI exhibition. Thank you.

Nowadays they kill tigers
with machine guns.

I didn't hear a word of it. Did you?
- He was loud enough.

Ready, Thomas?
- I'm not going home yet.

I want to stay and have a look.
- You've seen it three times already.

Not properly.
- We won't wait.

I'll walk.
- Your mother wants you to come.

I'm staying.
- All right, you stay here.

But we may not take you to the fair.

Good day, sister.
- Good day, madam.

Good bye, madam.

And Thomas?
- He's staying.

Hands up, Paleface.
Did I scare you?

Why should you?
- What took you so long?

And the meeting?
You know there's a meeting.

I've got other things to do.
- The boys are already waiting for us.

Let them.
I don't have time.

Give me a dry toweI, will you?
Hello, sweetie.

I say, you've grown, Thomas.
Hasn't he, Toni?

I see no difference.

You don't?
At least two inches since last week.

Stop, Katrien.
- I'm sure.

And you're looking more and more
like your late father.

You'll drive women nuts. You sure will.
- Stop it, will you?

I can tell by his eyes, Toni.
You can't fooI me, young man.

You have your father's eyes.
The eyes of a cheat.

You want to go to the barn?
- For a short time.

Bye, Katrien.
- Bye, young man.

Quiet, you.
Easy does it.

Don't you recognise Thomas?

Your goat is the dumbest beast I know.
- You're not, are you, Mietje?

Mietje and your mother, they're a fine
pair. They're suited to each other.

What?

What's biting you?
- Me?

Sometimes, she speaks to you the way
she does to the men in the village.

And I'm not a man?
- It will take some growing.

Look.

I stole it.
- How dare you?

From the crowded room at the convent.
And no one saw me.

Take it back.
- Why?

It doesn't belong to you.
- Now it does.

I'll tell the nun you stole it.

And that you're a dirty thief.
- You?

You wouldn't dare.
- Wait and see.

Thomas, it's a dangerous thing.
It's not a toy. You may cut yourself.

You're just another scared pussycat.
- Go away, you bastard.

Scared pussycat.
- Bastard.

And in the barn, when night has fallen,
the farmer piles up his hay.

Good.

Put your book away.

Now, the lesson.
What are the main domestic animals?

The cow is...
an important domestic animaI.

He... She gives us milk and...

What else does she give us?
- I don't know.

No Dutch during the French lesson.

I was afraid of him.
- Well?

Afraid. And I didn't know why.
To defend myself against him...

to give him a fright,
I took out my knife.

I've got a knife.
- I said, no Dutch. So...

From the exhibition?

You know what it is? A sacrificiaI knife.
The natives know their way with it.

I had one during the war,
in the East Indies.

My father too? A knife like that?
- Of course.

So, where is my father's dagger?

Why do you show me the knife?

To frighten me?

To prove you're dangerous?

Why did I show him the knife?
I was such an idiot.

He knew better than I did
why I had taken it out.

I was afraid of Oscar,
now more than ever before.

Back to the lesson.
What are the main domestic animals?

The cow is a domestic animaI...

Def...

Defence.

A double word score.
22 points.

Good work.
I'll never catch up with you.

He hadn't told mama a word
about the knife.

Did he want to keep it for himself?

He was a sly one, Oscar.

Epe.
- What's that?

A small village.
Look it up in the dictionary.

A double word score for mother.

Thomas. It's time.
- No...

Don't whine.
- It's past 10.30 already. Speed it up.

What a mess.
Oh, you naughty...

What's come over you?
- Thomas.

Off to bed. Now. And you know why.
- Why, Oscar?

Ask him.
- Why Thomas?

Because I smeared Marie with ink.
- You naughty boy.

Night, mama.
Night, Oscar.

Come on...

Move it.

Say, at the fair, a man boxes
against a bear. We have to see it.

Imagine the bear eating him.

We'll throw you to the bear.

Marie?

I can't hear a word you're saying.

Is mother taking me to the fair?
- How should I know?

She'll probably say no again. It's
always the same. Never what I want.

She never wants to have fun with me.

Your mother is preoccupied, lately.
Leave her alone.

Women always have something.
- Blokes aren't much better.

Marie? Will you come to the fair
with me tomorrow?

I have better things to do
than to run after you.

But we can walk around very slowly.
Dead slowly.

I know you, my boy.
Running from one stall to the other.

And me with my rheumatism.
Well, God bless you.

And a kiss.
- A big fellow like you...

begging for a kiss like a snotty boy.
Well...

She smelt of the hearth.
Nice and warm.

Let go. You had to give me a stroke
with your quill, didn't you?

Well, sleep tight.

I wondered whether mama had ever
been to the fair with father.

Whether they had fun together.
I suppose not.

Whether they also played scrabble
in the evenings.

Well, here we are.
You've been very silent, back there.

Still waters run deep, don't they?

We're early.
- Only fifteen minutes.

Eighteen, to be exact.

How quiet you are.
- I have nothing to say, mama.

Do you want a coke?
- No.

To be sent off to this boarding
schooI... But there's no other way.

Mama says she doesn't want it.
Yet off I go.

All on account of that knife.

That knife.
Did I have it with me at the fair?

Yes, for sure.

No, of course not.
Not at the fair.

And now she's going to eat an apple
underwater.

Our programme ends here. Our new
performance will start in a minute.

What's the matter?

Hey, what are you doing?
- Nothing, sir.

I'd rather not see him.
- My mother says...

your mother is mad to let him live
in the castle.

It's your mother who is mad.
- He's a scoundreI.

Tell your mother to mind
her own business.

Shall we?
- OK.

Come in.
Here's the best of the fair.

See and behold
gangsters from Chicago...

Nurenberg monsters...
- Two half-price tickets.

A man tore at my hair.
- One tickled me here.

There he is again.

Come here, quick.

Look.

Do you dare go in?
- Of course.

She looks so strange.

She's a gipsy. They steaI children.
- Stop it.

When were you born?
-11 ApriI 1948.

I thought so. You're a Ram.
That's important.

Ram is a fiery sign under the protection
of the planet Mars.

Many are warriors or surgeons.
They have a vulnerable nature.

Tuesday is their auspicious day. A ring
worn on their left pinkie protects them.

Your life line is long and uninterrupted.
You will lead a calm, tranquiI life.

Ah, your love line...
Boy, what a love line.

You'll marry a wealthy woman,
but she'll be unfaithfuI to you.

If you know what I mean.

That's all I see.
It puts me off when you snigger.

No one can work like this. Out of here.
- I didn't mean it.

I'll pay another guilder.

But I want complete silence.

I see a big man in plus fours and
a beautifuI woman, smartly dressed.

Your parents.
- But his father...

What about his father?

He's dead.
- You think I didn't know that?

Now another man
enters the crystaI ball.

He lays a hand
on your mother's shoulder.

He has the face of a Sagittarius.
He's dark...

He has darkish hair.
- Oscar.

He has stomach trouble,
and won't live long.

I see our young Ram at his bedside.

Yes, he dies. And you, you cry
because you are sad, but listen...

this man didn't deserve it.
- It's Oscar.

But the smart woman, your mother,
she loves you a lot. I saw it in my ball.

Never forget that. A mother is life's
most precious gift. Understood?

Always behave.
Honesty gets you furthest.

Can you change a note of ten?
- In a minute.

Listen to Zulma: The road is long,
and time never returns.

Whatever you do, will come home
to roost.

Here.
A devotionaI picture of St Macarius...

the patron of the Ram
and the Foundling.

Show me.

Our young Ram.

Are they boy scouts?
- How often do I have to tell you?

They're Falcons.
- What?

Falcons. They're the largest group
in the province of Limburg.

Come. Let's have a look.
Her father is the gardener.

You have a nerve.

I'm afraid to go on.

Look, a tent with girls.

What are you doing here?
You're no Falcons.

Is that so? And from what group?
- The one over there.

The one over there...
And what's its name?

The Falcons.
-17th squad, I suppose?

Get out. You have no business here.
This is Falcon territory.

I'd better not see you again, or else.

We'll pull your pants down
and let you have it.

FooI.

Guards. Stop him.

Let us hear it again.
- I didn't say a thing.

I could tell he wasn't quite right.
- You think I have dung in my ears?

That'll teach him.
- And stay away.

Filthy skunks.

Let him go, boys.

The bastards. They think
the sanatorium belongs to them.

I'll show OwI Face. You'll see.
- Did he hurt you?

No. If only I had my knife...
I'd stick it in his guts.

She pretended to be reading,
but her eyes didn't follow the lines.

And she never turned the page.

She had a tic around her mouth.
Like a rabbit.

She was unhappy.

Mama.
- Yes?

Will Oscar come home soon?

I want to ask him about my homework.

Probably.
- Because...

I saw him in a caf�
with the brothers Wieme. What a party.

She was unhappy because
he didn't obey her orders.

Because she had to wait for him.

He won't be home for ages.
With those blokes...

It's the same as last time.
He also stayed away, didn't he?

Can I come?
- If you want.

Wait here.
Do as I say.

I was sorry I had told her. She would
be the laughing stock of the village.

She should have known Oscar
wouldn't come. He was drunk.

And yet she had gone to fetch him.
Why?

I wanted to tell her something,
but what?

Mama?

Has she gone to bed?
- Who, 'she'? Who would that be?

Is that how you speak about people?
I'll give you 'she'.

Marie, has my mother gone to bed?
- Yes.

But it's only 9 o'clock.
- Why don't you go to bed too?

And Oscar?

Oh, him. It's a disgrace.
He's getting worse by the day.

What were you doing
in Mr Oscar's room? I heard you.

Mind your own business.

You going out necking, Jeanne?
- And you mind your own busines too.

Is that you, Thomas?
- Who else?

Come in.
- No time.

I can't leave. My mother isn't here.

Is she at the fair?
- She wouldn't miss that for the world.

Do you have to wait for her?
- Of course.

So you're not going?
- She'd beat me up if she saw me.

Not to the fair, silly.
To the Falcons.

Just a quick look around the garden.
- Well, she won't come home yet.

They're passing something
under their knees.

It's a shoe.
It's a kid's game.

Come.
The park is swarming with them.

What?
- I scratched my knee.

A thorn?
- No, barbed wire.

Does it hurt?
- Wait, it's rusty.

I have to clean it.
- Come on.

Let me go. Let me go.

We'll show you
not to make fools out of us.

Are you mad? The two of you?
I'll tell the sergeant.

Come on, Thomas.
- In a minute.

Come, you shouldn't be watching this.

You're just as bad
as those two blokes.

What's that?
Are they after us?

Oh, they're going to the fire.
Probably to sleep.

That wasn't a game anymore.
It was a mortaI sin.

And you want to watch?
Aren't you ashamed?

They're going to the fire.

I'm leaving.
- You boring girI.

Am I a boring girI?

No.

I know I'm a boring girI.

Say it.

But the girI with the two blokes,
she wasn't boring, was she?

You liked her.
You wanted to stay and watch.

It's not true.
I didn't want to stay and watch.

They sing nicely.

But they're still filthy, all of them.

It was hot and muggy. Everything was
buzzing and sweltering in the summer.

I'd never felt so strange.

And I lied to Toni, because
I would have liked to see more.

That girI...
With the two...

Be quiet, they'll hear you.
- I hope they do.

I'll cut them up with my knife.

Did you see what they were doing
in the grass?

Do you know what they do?
- I don't want to know.

I can open your belly with one slash.
- Why do you say that?

Don't.

I'm going home.
- Shouldn't I operate on your knee?

Before you get blood poisoning?

The rust from the barbed wire
poisons your blood.

And that's dangerous, you know.

You're bad, like the blokes in the grass.
I'll tell your mother.

I'll go.
Let me pass, please.

Where do you think you're going,
Jan Deurle?

I've come to pick up Thomas.
We have a club meeting.

What a thought.
Go back to your chums.

Thomas has to stay in as a punishment.
- Why?

Like you don't know.
He stayed out all night.

All night? Gee...

You weren't with him last night
at the fair?

No, I wasn't.
Boys, he can't. He's being punished.

Old Shatterhand,
Sitting Bull will avenge you.

Down with the squaw
who hath spoken.

Paleface,
the Red Brothers will avenge you.

Stop that.
What's come over them all?

The bloke doesn't return.
The missus locks herself up.

And this fellow: 13 years old
and stays out all night like...

It's something, huh? It means
he's no longer wet behind the ears.

Watch your mouth, will you?
Look at yourself and that Harry.

What?
- What are you doing here?

Oh, bringing apples.

Russets.
- They're pippins, stupid.

Are you still angry about last night?
- I'm not talking to you anymore.

What have I done?
- You acted funny with that knife.

You can have it.
- I don't want it. Take it back.

I'll be carefuI.
- You'll never do it again?

Like last night?

You promise?
- I promise.

You're a strange one, you are.

Tomorrow I'm going to Beek
with my mother. To see Aunt Rosie.

She has throat cancer.
- Is she dying?

Probably. Otherwise,
we wouldn't have to go.

Give me that knife now.
- Why?

I'm going to take it back to the nuns.
- I'll do it, one of these days.

You're a liar.

Why is no one allowed
in your father's room?

Mother doesn't want it.
- Strange.

Such a beautifuI room full of furniture.
And no one's allowed in.

Not even you, and he was your father.

I go in whenever I like.
- Liar.

Marie says no one's allowed in.
You, least of all.

Is that right?
I'll show you.

Toni, I'm in, am I not?

Can you see me?
- No.

Show me some more.
Let me in. Just for a moment.

Or I'll never speak to you again.

I'll tell them you stabbed me
with that stolen knife.

Come on, let me in.
- Quick, then.

Everything is exactly as it was.

That painting is life-size.

My mother says he was
the most handsome man she ever saw.

And he was friendly towards her.

Maybe.
I was five when he died.

And that he died of a simple cold.
He had a weak constitution, like you.

It was pneumonia.

Look. His pipe.
His rings.

Look here.

Your mother has changed.
And he looks like he's going to cry.

Gee, what a gown.

Here he is in his sports modeI.

The village feared for him.
He drove too fast.

100 kilometer an hour. Even at night.
- Those yokels were scared stiff.

Look, Oscar.

Why is Oscar in this book?
- They were together in the army.

Both lieutenants in the East Indies.
- He has the same rat head as my uncle.

Is that in the East Indies?
- Give it back. We must go.

Look, you silly cow.
- It's your own fault. You're so rough.

They'll find out.
This spells trouble.

Not a word about it.
- It's your fault.

They'll notice.
They definitely will.

Rubens worked last on a painting
of Perseus.

Where is it and who finished it?

It's a difficult double question,
but that's normaI, for 1000 guilders.

Where is the painting?
And who finished it?

She won't know.
She's still wet behind the ears.

Is it in Munich?
- Wrong answer, unfortunately.

The painting is not in Munich...
- Here we are again.

but in Madrid. It was completed
by Jordaens. But don't despair.

You only need two correct answers
out of three in order to win the prize.

Think carefully. Don't just say 'I don't
know'. We understand you're nervous.

Use your time well:
Who did Rubens marry in 1609?

And who, after his first wife died?
- All together, jolly good company.

He was acting like a servant
who has misbehaved.

He married...
- Good evening, sir.

Good evening, madam.
How are you all?

Excellent answer.
- Good evening, sir.

Evening, Thomas a Kempis.
Evening, madam.

Madam does not hear me?

What a pity. Madam used to have
such fine little ears.

And now the last question:
Where was Peter PauI Rubens born?

In Rotterdam, on the Korte Lijnbaan.

His parents were from Cologne.
- He was born in Siegen, in Westphalia.

Oh, I thought in Rotterdam.
- You'd better go to your room, Oscar.

Madam invariably wants me to do
something other than what I'm doing.

I could also stay away from the house
altogether. But I always come back.

Because madam wants me to.
- I'd expected you earlier.

I couldn't, earlier.
- Maybe you should have stayed away.

Is that what you wanted?

What would madam say
if I never came back?

Come on, Thomas. Time for bed.
Yes, it is. You're going to sleep.

Have a drink, Thomas...

to celebrate my return.

Tell Marie to take you to bed.
- Yes, mama.

Good night, darling.
- Night, master Thomas. Sleep well.

Sweet dreams.
- Night, Oscar.

Cheers, madam.

I swear...

Forgive me. Forgive me.
- I'll do what I want.

I'm fed up.
It's like being in jaiI.

To see her on the floor,
crying like a stable maid.

I won't go back. They're as bad
as the blokes in the woods.

Papa, papa.

Papa, come back.
I'm here.

No. It's me, Thomas.

I have never felt so sick
as that morning.

It was as if they had beaten me
all over with a stick.

I was hungry. And suddenly, it all
came back to me. Those two at home.

She, on the floor like a stable maid.
And he, shouting like a factory owner.

And how he was in her room.
As if he were my father.

What could I do?
I was all alone in the world.

Nobody missed me.
There was nobody I could trust.

Hey, Thomas.
- Hey, Ratte.

What happened?

Did you sleep in the corn?

Like a true soldier, eh?
Is something wrong?

Say, you didn't sleep in the corn
with a girI, did you?

What's up, then?
- I'm hungry.

They don't feed you at home?
Follow me.

Come on, rookie. Quick march. We'd
teach you a few things, in the army.

I only met you by chance this morning.

Right before we left,
the lieutenant said:

I've never seen such a filthy bunch
as you lot.

And I've spent twelve years
in the infantry.

And you know why?
He'd found dust in a lamp socket.

A hell of a guy, our lieutenant.
But that's the army.

Wait till they get you. Remember:
If you can choose, go for the infantry.

We're the shock troops.
Always up front.

When we rush up with our bayonets,
they run like rabbits.

With bayonets?

Of course.
What did you think?

Look.
You fix it to your rifle like this.

You stay calm.
Our baker was all jittery.

He had to go straight to hospitaI.

You hold your rifle in front of you.
Like this, see?

And then you scream and you run.

But why do you scream, Ratte?

To frighten them, of course.

To do such a thing, in cold blood,
you have to be in the infantry.

With reaI men.

Hey, what's the matter?
Are you sick?

Say, when can you enlist in the
infantry? How old do you have to be?

It depends. You do your military service
from 18 onward.

But it depends what you're made of.
If you have guts.

I must hurry.
My father's waiting for me to harvest.

Where have you been?
Everyone is looking for you.

Your mother thinks
something happened.

Nothing happened.
I was at Toni's.

She and her mother went to
her Aunt Rosie's.

Has Oscar been here?
- No, your mother, in the car.

Tell her I've gone to Maastricht.
- You're not going home?

So, you have run away?

A fine thing to do. To leave your mother
all worried. Home you go.

I'm not a small child.
I don't want to go home. Let go of me.

I was too tired to defend myself.
I couldn't even speak.

But I thought of what Ratte had said.
That I had to be a man. In cold blood.

Then I saw her again.
She hadn't changed.

She came up to me to hurt me.
But no one is going to hurt me again.

I'm a soldier.
In cold blood.

Sixty-seven for you.

I owe you sixty cents.

Can the club still use the coach-house?
- Ask my mother.

She won't allow it.
- She will, if I ask her.

Should it continue, with you gone?
- The club is childish. I've lost interest.

So it's up to you.
- If the vice president himself...

That's all for today, Jan.
Thomas needs to rest.

Tomorrow, he can get out of bed.
Did you have a nice game?

I'm off. See you tomorrow.

Bye, Deurle.
- Bye, Jan.

Did you win?
- Yes.

How much?
- Sixty cents.

That's good.

Listen.

You can get up tomorrow.
Aren't you glad?

I'll have five days left.

Listen to me.

Can I go to the schooI tomorrow?
- You want to?

I want to leave as soon as possible.
- What about me?

I never want to see you again.
- You don't mean that. I know it.

You think I'm sending you there
to get rid of you.

But it's not true.
- Why do I have to go, then?

I'd like to keep you here, Thomas. Even
after you came at me with a knife.

To stab me.
A very bad thing to do.

But you didn't realize.
It's growing pains.

I don't want to send you away. But
it's impossible with you in the house.

You're still too young to understand.
But there's no other way.

Because of Oscar?

I can't leave him.
Do you understand?

I can't live alone in this house.
Or anywhere, without him.

I'm alone, Thomas.

I can't tell you everything now.
I will later. I promise. But not now.

You're the only for me, Thomas.
But he must be there too. I can't...

Thomas, I'll miss you so much.

Don't cry, mama.

I didn't mean a thing with that knife.
I was pretending. I didn't mean it.

Of course you didn't.

Hurry up, dear.

Sit next to me. I like to face forward.
- No, I like the window.

You'll be home with the train of 12.10.
- In the first carriage.

Bye, Thomas. I hope it goes well.
It's the best schooI in the country.

So do your best.

And don't be afraid. If something
goes wrong, keep a stiff upper lip.

Be a man.
- Bye, Oscar.

See you tonight.

Will you come and see me soon?
- Of course.

Sure?
- Sure.

Don't forget.

Take off your coat.

And your cap.
- No, I'll keep it on.

Please, take it off.

Are you tired?

They know you've been sick.
You can miss some lessons.

Definitely gymnastics and the like.
Don't overdo it.

I'll remind them.
- I'm not at all sick.

Oh, you don't know,
but these things linger...

Everything used to be so simple.
For Toni, nothing has changed.

She plays, as if nothing has happened.

Here's the spot.

Here.

Deeper. So no one ever finds it.
- That's easy to say.

And swear you'll never dig it up again.
I know you.

You're a strange one.
- I swear.

I felt ridiculous.

That was Toni's thing,
to still believe in games.

I have changed, Toni.

I can't play with you anymore.

Did you sleep well?
- Yes, mama.

She needs Oscar.
She can't do without him.

It's their business,
but I do understand it.

You can't live alone, as I do now.

I'm afraid of the schooI,
of the blokes I don't know.

But I still have to go.

Mama has to live with Oscar.
And I?

Come here.

You look much nicer like that.

Do you see how much smarter
you look?

Don't be afraid. You'll be happy here.
Wait and see.