Stroszek Page #2

It's got spots on it.

I don't know how to get 'em out.

I'm going to get some things

from my place and earn some money.

We'll clean up the place a little.

It really needs it, you know.

But I'm here now, aren't I?

It can't stay like this.

- Hello, Mr. Scheitz.

- Here's Good Boy Beo.

I fed him and took good care of him.

It's nice to see he's still alive.

Come on in, you don't want

to stand around outside.

It's nice and warm in here.

Just think, an old man like

me going to America.

My nephew wants me to come...

...he sent me an airplane ticket.

But I'm not flying, because

the airplanes are built all wrong.

I'm taking a ship.

Come here, come here.

You really know how to talk, Beo.

Taking the ship to

New York and then to Florida.

There's a park there

where the bears run around free...

You mean those grizzlies.

Come here.

Judith.

- Eva, Eva.

- This is Eva.

Eva.

She's your new girlfriend.

A little bird came a-flying...

It's amazing.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Bruno will now play his glockenspiel.

Because Bruno now

has Eva living with him.

Sabine was a young lady,

pure and virtuous was she.

Her master she served right well,

and ever so faithfully.

Until a certain day...

...there came from Treuenbrietzen,

a young man on his way.

False hopes...

...he fell in love with Sabine,

that simple cobbler boy.

A worshipper, a proletarian.

Enter poverty, he used up all

his money, swilling gin and beer.

Cheers, cheers, cheers...

Then he ran back to Sabine,

and asked for more from her.

He did this...

...she couldn't give him any...

...for she was a poor, poor girl.

So he went into her master's house.

Six silver spoons to steal.

Stuck 'em in his pocket.

He double-crossed her, the rat.

After eighteen weeks, the deed

came out into the light of day.

And the master raved and ranted,

and drove poor Sabine away.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here. Come. Come here.

Jacob.

Violin.

Violin.

What are you doing here?

Smells like the plague, it stinks!

It's probably the dogs.

Ain't no dogs here.

Well, they'll be coming soon.

Then I'll probably have to

open the door. Come on, creep.

C*nt!

I'm going to bury

that runt up as deep as he'll go.

Like a Christmas tree.

With icicles and ornaments.

Get that moron off my back!

Please, please, pretty please...

Where do you suppose Eva is?

She'll come back.

Maybe I should ask

my neighbor if he saw anything...

Maybe she left a note.

Or maybe she's

down at the corner bar.

Your piano has a

sluggish action and a dull tone.

Yes, but it's better than no piano at all.

If I didn't have it, who knows

what would've become of me.

Come on up here!

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