Mother Kusters Goes to Heaven Page #2
- Year:
- 1975
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suffer from depression?
No. He never talked about himself.
- What was your relationship like?
- I don't know.
We just talked about everyday things.
- Did your father complain about his work?
- Dad?
He never complained.
He'd been doing this job for over 20 years.
Sometimes he looked tired.
But all he said was...
"I'm not the youngest anymore."
Weren't there ever family quarrels?
I mean,
living on top of each other like this.
That's only natural.
It happens in all families.
But never for long, and never seriously.
Did he often pick quarrels?
He avoided conflict where he could.
He was the quiet sort.
What about your childhood?
Did he never beat you?
Sure...
I got my share of whacks.
You know how it is.
Did he ever give you a real beating?
Maybe.
- Yes, probably.
- What made him do that?
I haven't the faintest idea.
Any idea how this thing
could have happened?
No.
I wasn't there.
I can only think he went crazy.
Simply crazy.
Things like that happen.
Excuse me, Mrs. Ksters.
I don't want to bother you.
I can imagine how you feel.
a few questions.
I don't want to distress you,
but it's my job to report on this case.
You knew your husband best.
You're the one who's
most likely to know the truth.
And that's all I'm interested in. The truth.
Yes, I understand.
But today?
What can I possibly say today?
My head's all empty.
It's all empty.
It's not always easy for us either.
But...
if it isn't possible today,
maybe I could come some other time?
Say, tomorrow?
At 10:
00?It's your job, I suppose.
All right, then, come.
Thanks.
See you tomorrow.
Chin up, Mrs. Ksters!
Chin up!
It's strange.
People live side by side for years...
and hardly know each other.
And you know what will come of it?
What our dear colleagues will make of it?
One trumped-up story after another.
I can see it now.
"Was the factory killer insane?"
"The man who beat his son,
beat his boss to death!"
- That's how they'll present it.
- Of course they will.
There's a grain of truth in it, after all.
That can't be denied.
If they make a sensation out of it
that's their business.
I'll tackle it quite differently.
I'll stick to the truth.
I want to find the true cause.
If only I knew how to get through
to the old woman!
How it affects her.
Will it change her awareness?
That's what I'd like to know.
Karl?
Isn't the method exactly the same?
The method may be the same, Marianne.
It's the results that count.
Okay, Mrs. Ksters!
A bit closer to the stove!
And now, stir!
Yes. That's good.
Was your husband satisfied
with your cooking?
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