The Marriage of Maria Braun Page #2

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of Kleist's works, 1907.

Would that be something for you?

Books burn too easily,

and they don't keep you warm.

- If you look at it that way.

- That's the way I look at it.

Maybe it's better

that way for now.

Thanks a lot.

And good luck.

I'm not going to sew it for you.

You know I can't sew, Mom.

My dear girl.

Mom!

Come on.

When a girl has pretty legs like you...

she ought to show them.

You father would turn over

in his grave.

I don't think it's right either.

I just pray your soul

doesn't come to harm, my girl.

Make sure somebody gives you

a nice pair of stockings...

if you're letting yourself in

for that sort of thing.

HIGH SCHOOL GYMNASIUM

HIGH SCHOOL GYMNASIUM

Amazing.

Really amazing.

I learned it here on these bars.

Is that a new way

to apply for a job?

Not really, but...

if it were...

I'd have been hired by now.

We don't need anyone.

You just might not need anyone

apart from me.

Come in here.

- We still have doors in our place.

- Well, we don't.

I need your name, address

and age.

Are you married?

Yes.

Don't wear your wedding ring to work.

And I need a health certificate.

Payment in cash

or goods?

You can get dressed again,

Mrs. Binder.

Everything okay?

Do I get a certificate?

No.

You'll have to take a break

for three or four weeks.

Have I caught something?

Something bad, I'm afraid.

You won't be able to work.

That's tough.

Come back on Tuesday.

Bye.

And send the next patient in.

Little Maria.

You used to give me

a kiss on the forehead.

Did I really?

Yes.

Then I must have forgotten...

or learned to forget.

That's sad.

Yes, it's sad.

But tell me about yourself.

I need a health certificate.

Of course.

It's pretty cold this year.

I'm working in a bar...

selling beer, not myself.

I've had to learn to stop

believing people too...

but I still believe you.

You know what you're doing.

And if anything happens,

I'll get some penicillin for you.

I'm not sure how,

but I'll find a way.

Nothing's going to happen to me.

What is penicillin?

Forget it, Maria.

How is your mother?

The war hasn't taken away

her sense of humor.

She shares my rations,

cries my tears, tells my lies.

But she leaves the thinking to me,

so that I have no time for dreams.

You can have

my wife's bicycle, if you want.

It was as good as new

under all the rubble.

Thank you.

Why don't you ask about Hermann?

You don't have to believe

he'll come back.

It's enough that I know he will.

My gloves.

You stole my gloves, you rat!

You bastard!

Say that again, you bum!

Stop it, you Nazi swine!

DOES ANYONE KNOW

HERMANN BRAUN?

- Quiet tonight.

- It's Tuesday.

- It's not what you imagined, huh?

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