All language subtitles for Alma and Oskar 2023

ALMA AND OSCAR

Alma, you and I will always
be on the stage of life.

Look at the faces around you.

None of them knows the
joy of fighting life,

none.

Except your beloved, whom you
once confided in your secrets.

No no no no no.

Let's do it again.
Three triples and then three more, right?

"Ta-ta-ta-tam", not...

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-tam",
did you get it please?

No no no. It's very slow.

Slow at first,
then faster, okay?

Imagine the fanfare or
the call: "Ta-ta-ta-tam".

One more time please.

So, good.

NEW YORK, 1911

Excellent.
- Herr Mahler... Maestro.

Yes what? Thanks.

And your schedule, sir. - Okay.

Three weeks for
the whole program?

I'm so sorry, Mr. Mahler.
- Springfield, Buffalo...

I don't like travel. Almchi?

The corrections came from Vienna.
See them tonight.

Yes.
- We'll be in New York for another ten days.

Please deal with the musicians.
If they play like that

I'm canceling the tour today.
- Don't get nervous, keep your heart.

And what is this?

Your body tells me
more than words can:

All the secrets of our
passionate nights, your Walter.

The letter is addressed to me.

Is this some kind of joke?

"Walter Gropius, Berlin."

I met a man...

Have you met a man?

How to understand it?
- If possible without screaming.

I don't scream.
I'm waiting for an explanation.

What more can I explain to you?

It's very simple.
He's a man, I'm a woman.

I am 31 and I want to
live and he is young.

You don't look at me, you don't see me.
I no longer exist for you.

You don't care how I feel.

So you're leaving me?
- Everything revolves around you.

Conducting, composing,
sleep, food, scores...

Yes, I believed in you, in
your music, in your genius...

and I was hoping
you'd notice me.

You will understand who I am, that I
am a creator. That's why I loved you.

But no, there can only be
one composer in our family

and this is Gustav Mahler.
- Otherwise it would be awkward.

Yes, you will be ashamed
of the whole world if I call

myself a composer, and
therefore I must give up my dream.

You never wanted me to
play any of your works.

OK, play me your stuff.

I'll see you at the hotel.
- You should be grateful to me.

I saved you a lot of embarrassment.
- Thank you, what generosity.

No, please stay.
I'm jealous because...

Because I love you.

I love you Alma.

You are the most
important thing in my life.

You and our daughter.

Please forgive me.

VIENNA 4 MONTHS LATER

His Ninth Symphony.
It's finished.

We went through the lists
with him back in New York.

I will organize the premiere.

It will be a spectacular concert.
I promised him.

He is his own. Quiet, quiet.

Let's go. Come here.

Lick the cut.

Press it hard.

What happened?
Why are you looking at me like that?

I didn't kill him.

Who was he? - Hen.

Funny guy.
He paints and writes plays.

He also makes death
masks. It gives me the

chills, but your
stepfather is crazy about it.

He considered his dilettante style to be
genius and organized exhibitions for him.

"You never know..." he says.

Has he telegraphed
to your Walter?

Leave it, mom.
- Or do you want to find out from the newspapers?

I will do it. - When?

The next day they will write
about it in the Berlin newspapers.

You can't leave it like that.

Or are you and Walter
no longer so close?

I am glad to see you again.

You did it on purpose. - What?

You addressed the letter to him.
Mr. Gustav Mahler, Savoy Hotel.

I wrote: "To Mrs. Gustav Mahler."
This is the correct form in English.

You did it on purpose.
You wanted him dead.

And you promised
me to divorce him.

I wouldn't leave him like this.

Right? Then why did you
come here in the first place?

Every time he
came to me at night

I thought of your
beautiful body.

Marry me.

You can't ask me to marry you

three weeks after his death.

Besides, I have my own project.

I will only be able to
realize it as Mahler's Widow.

Then everything will change.

This time the Archduke wants
to see everything himself,

before agreeing
to the exhibition.

You might be able
to lighten his mood.

ART EXHIBITION VIENNA.

Madam. - Your Highness.

I failed to express
the Imperial Family's

deep regret at your
husband's death.

This is an irreparable
loss for the monarchy.

His work lives on.

Gustav wrote a symphony that
has not yet been performed.

Where are we?
- At the Festival of Contemporary Art.

My husband and I dreamed of seeing
such a wonderful exhibition in New York.

As rich and beautiful
as here in Vienna.

Well, let's see.
Will you join us?

Show others these riches.

If you like my presence.

What kind of ugliness is this?
It looks like a degenerate pieta.

This is Kokoshka.

The play is "Murderer,
the Hope of Women".

We need to break
this guy's fingers

so he can't hold
a brush anymore.

"Killer, the hope of women".
Nonsense.

The show is not for the faint of heart.
- It doesn't provoke me at all.

I think it's brave.
- What is his courage?

This might make you sick.
It's in bad taste.

Good taste will
mark the end of art.

Yes... do you think so? - Yes.

Count Sasha, would
you allow yourself

to be portrayed in
such a perverse way?

No. - Hey Carl...

you know him, right? This Hen.

Can you arrange for him
to paint me a portrait?

Then he gave the
go-ahead for the opening of

the exhibition and we
were incredibly happy.

Lily... Lily, I thought
you had abandoned me.

No, what are you talking about, honey?
I have already spoken to Monte Nuovo.

And I with the Archduke.
- What did you say?

Bullshit, but I'll
get him on our side.

Although it won't be easy.

Apparently, the concert program
has already been confirmed.

I know.
- And she is very conservative.

There is not a single
contemporary Jewish composer.

Neither Schoenberg nor Zemlinsky.
- Mahler was specially baptized.

It starts.
Is the play about a womanizer?

Not just a killer,
but a hope for women.

Seriously, why are you laughing?
It's true.

Burn my mark upon her
flesh with a hot iron!

Stop! Catch it!

Stop it. It's an
art show, idiots!

THE MASTER AND HIS MUSE

It finally worked. Exactly.

Very well, exactly.
- Well done.

Now go, they're going to paint my portrait.
- Portrait?

Well, Gookie, let's go.
- She can stay.

Yeah... okay.

Do you want to draw too?

Yes. - Take mine.

I go to the theater a lot,
but your play really scared me.

The critics ate you alive.

I don't read reviews.

A hen has a perverted
idea of man and woman.

They didn't understand anything.

Do you want me to whistle you?

You play very beautifully.
- I'm already weaned.

Here it is.

Now go, Gookie.

Or this...

Do you know the tune?

No? Tales of Hoffmann?

Don't you go to the opera?
- No.

The poet falls in love
with a mechanical doll.

She thinks she's
a real woman, but

she's just a
masterfully crafted tool,

but he does not notice the deception
because he looks at her with love.

The work ends tragically.

Dr. Coppelius destroys his doll,
and the poet loses his beloved.

Who are you?
Dr. Coppelius or Hoffmann?

I'm a Chicken.

Do you want me to be your Olympia?
- Yes.

Would you like something to drink?
I have a lovely gin.

can i have a look

You hardly look at me.

I don't need to look at you.

I feel you deep inside me.

Oscar...

Can I call you that?

You are a special artist.

You are not afraid of life.

I know you will
paint a picture that

will make me famous
as the Mona Lisa.

It is OK.

oscar hello where have you been
We haven't seen you in 100 years.

Whiskey for Hen.
On my account, I draw.

Your buttermilk, Mr. Luce.

Please, Mr. Architect.
- She only speaks English.

Hello. - My pleasure. Bessie.

Will you join us? - Whiskey?

I rescued Miss Bessie
from a seedy establishment.

Bessie Bruce was
the star at Tabarin,

and now he loves me
- I saw her dancing.

He has a steel ass.
- I will marry Alma Mahler.

Sure.
And which number will you be in line?

The list must be long.

He wants to marry Vienna's
most famous merry widow.

I had never met a woman who
fell in love with me so quickly.

Seriously? Has the goddess
of love taken pity on you?

Kaiser Wilhelm seems to have
ordered the theft of the Mona Lisa.

What? - Yes.

Do you know what "Mona
Lisa" means in German?

"La Mona" is a vagina.
Lisa's vagina.

Everyone makes a pilgrimage
to Paris to admire the vagina.

Glory to the vagina.
Glory to the clitoris.

Chess and Checkmate. Thanks.

Again? - I have to go home.

I'll send you.
- The coachman is waiting for me.

Did you hear they
stole the Mona Lisa?

I'll bring it to you next time.

Goodbye. - Goodbye, Chicken.

Don't you need me
as a model anymore?

Relying on your imagination?
- I wrote you a letter.

I haven't received it.
- I haven't sent it yet.

What are you talking about?

For a marriage proposal.

You don't have to
get married right away.

Can I come in?

I like the smell of the studios.

Can I have a glass of water?

My father was the most famous
landscape painter in the monarchy.

I often sat by his
easel and watched his

talented hands flutter
across the canvas.

We can go to a restaurant.
- Yes.

Maybe that would be better.

Are we going? - We're going.

Why did he draw a mustache on me?
I don't even have hair like that.

And that's how I see you.

I did not understand.
- With a mustache.

He is a clairvoyant.
He has a third eye on his forehead.

I was actually thinking
of growing a mustache.

How much do you want for the drawing?
- A cigarette... and if possible immediately.

I won't bargain.

By the way, I have
more work for you.

Portrait of my beloved.

There is no woman more
beautiful than an Englishwoman.

It's a bit awkward right now.
- Sure.

So the lady already
has a key to your studio?

I'm painting her portrait.

Does that mean you don't
need a job from me anymore?

Did you decide to take offense?
- Of course not.

But, Oscar, I
sincerely hope this

lady knows how much
your work is worth.

Your skin here is like a peach.

Rough and elastic.

I can color it
with walnut juice.

For the red color
I will use red wine.

I dreamed of drawing you naked.

By drawing you...
I will be able to hold you.

How old are you?

I am 26.

At your age, I had already
been married for four years.

You were always looking for only me.

I was always looking for only you.

How long does it take
to create such a portrait?

A lot.

Every time I go to the studio we

quickly undress
and I roll with him.

He is still so young and has
no idea how talented he is.

Please be quiet.
You're interrupting the rehearsal.

Too heavy staccato.

But the score says
"Clumsy and Rough".

No, we refrain from rough-sounding
folk songs and dances,

even if it says so in the score.
- He's talking complete nonsense.

Please again.
More refined and elegant.

Second part, first bar.

Sorry... sorry, I'm
interrupting you on purpose.

Play it as it is written:
"Clumsy and rough".

Madam, I assure you...
- Excuse me, let me show you

what Mahler meant.
- Yes please.

The bassoons begin by
underlining the beat,

clumsy and rough, very
rough. Please at a pace...

I found a solution.

I have to leave for a few days.
- Where?

I still do not know.
In Munich, in Prague...

I don't know where, but I
know I need a new conductor and

I already have an application.
He worked with Mahler.

Should you personally invite him?
Can't someone else?

I won't be able to work without you.
- Nonsense.

I can't draw you
if I don't feel you.

Even a smear...
- These are just excuses.

For a true artist,
this is no obstacle.

We will write letters.
Every day.

PRAGUE, 1912

It's your birthday and
the present is for me?

This is pure bribery.

In our house in Berlin, a
piano is already waiting for you.

A bribe you say?

When exactly will the concert be?

I'll give you five weeks, but after that...
- Excuse me, wait a minute.

Madame Lily and Monsieur Walter
are already waiting for you.

Bruno Walter, the most
famous conductor in Europe.

You exaggerate, dear Alma.

So said Gustav Mahler.
You are his heir.

And this is Walter Gropius,
future great architect of Germany.

She exaggerates. - No.

I just feel comfortable
around geniuses.

And this is my best
friend Lily Leeser,

guardian angel of the vanguard.

Will Leeser participate too?
- Yes.

Thanks to her money, the 9th
Symphony is on the program.

She also helped me in New York.

A true savior of yours.

Is she not married yet?

She is not particularly
interested in men.

Alma, I am married.

Happily married.
Please understand me.

You can't let me down.

I promise you I will be strong.

We will be strong.

Come on, please say yes.

Yes.

Thanks. - Thanks.

Yes.

Well? - I gave in.

There's nothing more
exciting than that,

to see strong men become weak.

You know how to make
a person jealous.

He flirted with the
conductor with all his might.

I managed to convince him
to conduct the premiere.

Rejoice for me.
- Actually, I counted

let's celebrate my birthday alone.
- Stop it, please.

Two birds with one stone.
This is your method.

What happened?

What happened? - I'm tired.

Sorry, see you tomorrow.

Have a good evening.
- Have a good evening.

I'm sorry, I love you.
- You don't really want me.

And what is the difference?

You don't even know
what that desire is.

Well tell me.

It means going crazy
with passion for me.

But I'm crazy with
passion for you.

I can't sleep all night
again because of sadness.

I call you loudly
when I'm alone.

Today I am so tired
of my imagination,

'cause I keep wanting
your body all the time

but it is so far and
unattainable to me...

My love,

No one has ever
attracted me like you.

When will I finally be
by your side...my love?

Alma's portrait is ready.
I would like to leave it

here for him to enjoy
when he returns from Prague.

She's already back.

Therefore, at this moment
"legato" is very important.

So: ba, ba, ba, ba - staccato,
staccato and then forward and slowly...

What's wrong? We are working.

Oscar.

Bruno Walter, this
is Oskar Kokoschka.

The Archduke asked to
have his fingers broken

so that he could no
longer pick up a brush.

Congratulations, that sounds like
the highest degree of recognition.

Yes... and we just
arrived on the night train.

Your portrait is ready.

Thanks.
I'll look at it later, okay?

Do you want to stay with us?
We have to work.

Let's move on to part four.

It is essentially
a free sonata form.

Absolutely true.
- As with Schoenberg.

And at the beginning of the fourth
part there is such a passage...

The violins are
transposed to D flat and

the same theme is heard
again in the adagio.

Ancient Anglican Church Hymns.

Alma, where is the conductor?

Did you know I applied
for his position?

What? - It's true, I applied.

I'm going.

Sorry... Oscar.

Oscar, wait.

You care more about
the deceased than I do.

Oscar.

Mona Lisa is blonde.

Do you want to buy a portrait?
The client doesn't want it.

The picture is magnificent, Oscar,
but the widow does not make a model.

Those merry widows with their

itching, singing,
screaming clitorises.

They have no saturation.
One man is not enough for them.

Shut your mouth, Alterberg.

I brought you this... from Prague.

Japanese kimono.

Try it.

Where were you?

I do not tolerate
foreign gods near me.

Okay, then we won't see
each other for a while.

And I also have rehearsals.
What kind of woman is this?

Is he coming here, to our atelier?
While I was gone?

I don't want to see strangers here.
- She is not a stranger,

and my best friend's boyfriend.
- I don't care, she's ugly.

They already paid for the painting.
- And what?

Do you like?
- Is this how you see me?

I see through you.

You are a calculating predator.
Unpredictable.

Excellent.
I don't want to be your lap dog.

She is yours.

Thanks.

Now I want something in return.
- What?

I want you to drop
the Mahler name.

It is like a ghost between us.

Do you believe in ghosts?
- I see every man you've been with.

They stand side by side like ghosts.
- You say it because you are jealous.

This is not jealousy, but an
exchange of energy. Natural law.

Each of us is surrounded by the
energy of the one we were once with.

I see your father's
energy. It is good for you,

but the energy of Gustav
Mahler destroys you.

She will suck you like a vampire.

Give me your hand.

Now look in the mirror.

This will be our
engagement portrait.

Good evening.

The Imperial Court highly
values your creativity.

Thanks.

Madam Mahler, congratulations.
How do you feel?

I almost passed
out with excitement.

Starting with the
fifth symphony I was

completely sympathetic
to all his works.

This is my daughter Anna Mahler. She likes
to play the piano, doesn't she, Gookie?

She is very musical.
- No wonder, with this father.

Will you marry again?
There are rumors that you are engaged.

I know all his ideas and thoughts,
and we discussed musical decisions.

Thank you, Mrs. Mahler.

Are you done?
- The Archduke invited us to the Hofburg.

In the Hofburg... me?
- No, not you. Bruno Walter and me.

Sure.

They won't let you
go anywhere like this.

Grandma will take you home.

Alma, you may not
come to me today.

Crawl into someone else's bed.

Do you hear me? With that flock
of sheep around you, you disgust me.

As the height
increases, the walls

are retreated every
60 cm by 2.5 cm.

These 60 cm are repeated
at a height of 60 cm

and 1.2 m width in the metal joinery.
- What this means?

It simply shows the relation
of the whole to the parts,

but in separate parts with the whole.
- Are you coming to the table?

How are your own compositions?

Sorry, nothing happens.

Sometimes we need a short break

to restore our creative flow.

Thanks for the
kind words, but I've

been on a "short
hiatus" for ten years.

I thought I would be able to pick
up where I left off, but I can't.

I only think about his music.
- For whose music?

To Gustav Mahler.
- Oh, and did he compose?

Mom, he was not only a conductor but
also a composer, everyone knows that.

You may serve.

I'm writing a passage and
I think it's finally done.

Then I play it and realize that it
is the theme from the 5th symphony.

Horror.
- In my field I found out,

that women cannot study
architecture because they

do not have as developed
a sense of space as men.

And in music?

Women are better off
performing existing music, not…

Sure. That's why I can't
think of anything new either.

I just don't have
enough male creativity.

The creative beginning of
women should not be despised.

Women give birth to children.
- Don't worry about it, Alma.

Such is nature.

Then why do you strive there?

Who is forcing you?

Because a woman absolutely
must have a husband?

That's not the case, look at me.
- Lily, your situation is different.

You are independent like me.

Together with you, we could
travel the world wonderfully.

Let's go to India.
To South America.

You, me and Gookie.

She will discover the world with us.

Alma...

We have to plan the interior
in four weeks, no more.

Mr. Kerner, how long
will the job take?

At least five weeks.
- We only have four.

Mr. Boehm, can you help?
- I won't do it alone.

Hey Alma. - What's wrong?

We are working. - Me too.

I see some new paintings.

You have worked a lot.

For the exhibition in
Berlin, I need another

representative of
Viennese modernism.

I am not a "representative
of Viennese modernism",

and the only modernist in Vienna.
- Well said.

This is our engagement portrait.
- Right?

This is just a formality,
but I would like to take

the opportunity to ask
for Alma's hand in marriage.

By whom? From me?

The House of Happiness in Döbling
has a free class for the 19th of July.

You should not ask me, but Alma.

She is still in the sanatorium.

I wrote to her, but she didn't answer.

I am worried about her health.

Everything is fine with her.
He is no longer in the sanatorium.

Where is he then?
- I think we have to choose

this double portrait.
- Aren't you going to tell me?

What? - Where is Alma?

Oscar...

you have to knock my
stepdaughter out of your head.

Why?
- Didn't she tell you she was engaged?

About that Berlin architect.

What a touching and heartfelt
connection between two people.

It is very beautiful.

This woman looks like our Alma.

What is this?
- "Double portrait with Alma Mahler."

This is me. - Are you serious?

Yes. - Yes?

And who is this man? - Hen.

One of my many
prospective grooms.

Unlike the others, he can

actually become a real artist.

Was that a joke?

Of course.

Good morning. - Good morning.

Good morning.

Yesterday was a beautiful day.
Thanks.

Yes, we should do it more often.

Next time I will
invite you to a concert.

Wonderful.

On Saturday, Hans
Pfitzner will conduct

a string quartet
in Gendarmenmarkt.

Is he your friend too?
- One of the best.

Are you waiting for someone?
- Good morning, who are you looking for?

Where is Alma Mahler?
- How should I introduce you?

Let me go, I have to see her.
- Is she expecting you?

Oscar. - Who are you?

The next bullet will be for you.
- Do you want to kill him?

Leave my wife alone
and get out of my house.

She is my wife.

Walter.

And you?

Don't you want to tell me something?

Then... think about what you
have to say to me about it.

I thought you forgot me.

I will put any thoughts of
another man out of your head.

Wait.

Where is she?

Give me the gun.

Forgive me. - Farewell.

I have already announced our wedding.

are you crazy

Are you crazy to announce
our wedding without asking me?

Don't even hope.
- Help, it hurts.

Do you love me? - Of course.

I was married to
a genius composer.

I would only marry
a craftsman again.

Prove it.
- I'll prove it to you.

That's how I imagine it.
A man and a woman lie together in a boat.

The waves of the
sea toss her now

in one direction,
now in the other.

Caught in the
madness of nature...

two people trusting each other.

In the living room...
the second door on the left.

And be careful, there is a step.
SEMERING, 1914.

In my father's garden...

makes my heart bloom...

In my father's garden...

there was a shady…

apple...

There is a sun apple
in my father's garden.

Sweet dream...

sweet dream...

There's a sun apple...

Thank you, thank you.

Thanks to the
wonderful Lily Leeser

who financed the
release of my songs.

By the way, the cover was
drawn by Oskar Kokoschka.

Patricia thinks
there will be a war.

It was reckless
for the Archduke to

go to Sarajevo under
the circumstances.

This conspiracy has been
planned for a long time.

The instigators are sitting
in the Serbian government.

Did I tell you that Oskar Kokoschka
is working on his biggest painting yet?

As big as my bed.

An ingenious canvas.
I've only seen part of it, but it's genius.

Do you really think that?

Yes.

If it's true...
- It's true.

Then nothing will be
able to separate us.

Nature has mercy on us. Gookie.

Gookie, you're going to have a little brother.
- What?

Are you happy? - Yes.

Can you imagine? Bro.

"Indigo blue." The most
expensive blue color on the market.

Unbelievable.
Where did you find it?

I bought the remaining
shares of an English company.

I won't be able to pay you.
- Oscar, I give it to you.

Stand there.
Close to the painting.

Move a little to
the right, please.

Some more. Excellent.

But it is not finished yet.

That's what's interesting.
The process of creation.

Besides, that way I can
sell it more expensively.

Now don't move. 21, 22, 23.

Thanks.

Oh yeah. Thanks.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.
- You're welcome dear.

You know, I feel
a kind of apathy.

Apathy in what sense?

I'm bored here.

I'm starting to miss the city.

Has your Oscar got you in chains?
- No.

No, no, you just don't like it.
Everything will be fine.

He sold his painting to the
largest museum in England.

Tate Gallery.
- So he achieved what he wanted.

And several Americans
became interested in his work.

Congratulations.

Everyone out.
- Company, marching.

We certainly won't win
the war in these uniforms.

And you, Oscar?
Is Switzerland not an option?

Or will you wait for a call?
- Here are our seats.

I was ready to find
you good clients.

We will be glad if
you come with us.

Oscar...
- Goodbye.

Beware.

Where's Gookie?

Went into town for a few
days with mom and Carl.

Why?
Did you successfully sell the painting?

No.

What?

Isn't it?

Didn't you sell it? - No.

So it's not a masterpiece.

"Not a masterpiece"?
This is my best painting.

But no one is ready to buy it.
- Because England has declared war on us

and no more business with Austria.
It's a disaster.

You will feel it too.

Forget the Mahler
concert in London.

This will not fit in my home.
- Do not be stupid.

What do you mean it won't stand?

Gustav Mahler is the father of my child.
- I am the father of your child

and our child will
not be afraid of ghosts.

I can't listen to
this nonsense anymore.

What does this mean?
- It will stay there.

His corpse smell
still haunts me.

Oscar?

Everything is fine.
Everything is fine with us.

Bruno Walter will come
to us in a few days.

I don't care.
He can sleep in the attic.

And on Sunday I want
to invite guests.

I am indebted to Bruno Walter.

I invited Hans Pfitzner and a conductor
from Germany, a specialist in Bach.

Arnold Schoenberg may also come.
- Sure, I shouldn't bother.

Either way they will only talk
about music and you will be bored.

Go for a few days to
your studio in Vienna.

Do you see him
when we make love?

Stop it. - I see it.

He's always between us,
but I'm also a genius.

You are selfish.
- Is that so, Alma?

Yes, and you're hysterical.

You think you're a genius,
but what have you accomplished?

What...what did you sell?
Nothing.

Bruno Walther and all the
people you keep belittling play

Gustav Mahler's music and I
live off the money from it,

and you from mine.
- Because you sleep with them.

Do not touch me.

Whore.

Let me go, let me go.
Let me go, I said.

I'm looking for Mrs. Mahler.
- She's there.

How is our child?

Kick him out.

Please...

For many years!
For many years...

Congratulations Alma.

31 AUGUST 1915

Is this for me? - Yes.

For many years. For many years.
Congratulations, Alma.

Alma. - Thanks.

Thank you, thank
you, thank you...

Can we cut the cake already?
- Yes.

Are you okay?

A chicken died.

What?
- His name is on the list of the dead.

No...

What happened?

Oscar died in the
battle of Bukovina.

It's somewhere behind Galicia.
On the Russian front.

I had stopped caring about him.

I know.

It's not your fault.
He wanted to die.

To Mr. Oskar Kokoschka
Vienna, Breitenfelwerk 8.

Submitted by: Alma Mahler.

Prague, May 23.

Oscar, my big boy.

I don't write you letters every day...

For Oskar Kokoshka Dresden.

Everyone in Vienna thinks he is dead.
- This is good.

Then at least he would
be safe here in Dresden.

We have a poet from Poznań,
a playwright from Frankfurt,

an original poet from
Galicia and several actors.

I gave them a mental
diagnosis so they

wouldn't have to go
back to the front.

Is everything
normal with his head?

Which do you think is normal?

Is war normal?
Your friend survived.

This is not normal at all.
Punctured lung and head wound.

The bullet pierced the ear canal
and exited through the forehead.

The bayonet missed the
heart by a millimeter.

Is this normal?

Oscar.

Hello.

Hello. - It is OK.

So this is her.

Good job.

Who made it for you?

A craftswoman from
southern Germany.

He sent her several
pages of drawings

how the doll should
look - muscles, bones.

It should feel like a
real woman. Everywhere.

Here is a lace lingerie from
Paris in just the right size.

It was bought second-hand
from a lady in Vienna.

It's beautiful.
- Do you like it?

He will learn to speak.
It usually happens

quickly, but I'm not sure
about his motor skills.

Well, I'll leave you alone.

Allow me.

Yes...

Like this.

So...

Where's the strap?

Like this.

Yes.

This is what you always wanted.

A woman... to watch you work.

Silent admiration without objection.
Great.

Alma?

Are you talking about
her marriage to Gropius?

They're probably getting a divorce.

Apparently, family
life didn't work out.

Now she's caught
some man of letters,

but that won't last long either.

Are you writing a play again?
can i have a look

Orpheus dances with Eurydice.

It can be either hate or love,

or passion.

Orpheus and Eurydice.

A man who believes he
can bring back his beloved

from the realm of the
dead through his art.

Is this topic
close to your heart?

Oscar, do you want
me to tell your Alma?

Should I tell her you're alive?

Alma, will you seize the
greatest moment of your life

coming to the premiere of
the performance "Orpheus",

despite earthly difficulties?

Alma, be the love of my heart.

Please come to Dresden. Oscar.

Mr. Hen, please look at me.

Forget, Orpheus? Never.

To forget? Eurydice, never.

Here is my hand.

I don't want to let you go.
- I want to hug you.

He didn't let you live,
and I won't let you die.

Here, the theater is here.

Finally, a nightmare.
I've finally arrived.

You said: "To the opera"
and I took you to the opera.

I won't argue with you.

ALMA AND OSCAR NEVER
SAW EACH OTHER AGAIN,

BUT TO THE END OF THEIR LIVES
THEY WROTE EACH OTHER LETTERS.

ALMA DIED IN 1964 IN NEW YORK.

OSCAR IN 1980 IN SWITZERLAND.

Translation and
subtitles by Ivon