Beloved Sisters

- Did you get any sleep?

- I'm far too excited.

Sleep.

The coach rocks terribly.

It's hard to get any sleep.

Write to me.

Nelly, drive the chickens into the pen.

Come on.

Lollo...

What a strenuous journey.

I'll be glad to arrive in Weimar.

BELOVED SISTERS:

Do the ladies mind if I smoke?

No, I like smoking myself.

In autumn 1787

young Charlotte von Lengefeld

enters her godmother's service

in Weimar.

She was sent to the Duchy

of Saxony-Weimar's capital,

hoping her aunt

Charlotte Albertine Ernestine von Stein

could turn her into a lady of the court.

- Yes, please?

- Charlotte von Lengefeld. I'm expected.

Go through the side entrance.

Marstallstrasse.

Also in her baggage:

Her mother's ulterior motive

that she find herself a man of

noble birth and substantial wealth.

Charlotte is regarded

as an obedient daughter

who only does and says

as she is told to do and say.

- Pyramus!

- That's Pyramus.

The lion with the

bloodstained veil in its mouth?

Frau von Stein, a bright star

at Duke Carl August's court,

has been much plagued

by the departure of her

famous poet friend to Italy a year ago.

Medea. She's killing her children.

Medea killing her children.

At first she's rather cool to her godchild.

Charlotte spends all winter

learning manners

with literary society,

music and feasts at the court.

When spring arrives she's had

many invitations, accepted most of them,

danced abundantly

and had many witty conversations.

But where and to

whom life is taking her:

She's less certain of this now

than on the day she arrived.

The tone of her letters changes.

Respect for courtly society turns to

mockery, reservedness to loneliness.

In spring 1788,

only a single Scottish captain remains,

who beleaguers her with his affections.

"Beloved, dearly missed Caroline,"

I must report to you the incident of

Frau von Werthausen's mistaken funeral.

Old Herr von Werthausen's young wife

was in good health at a party one evening,

when at noon next day, her spouse

was told of her sudden death.

The old man hurried home

and found his wife already in a coffin,

allegedly to ward off an epidemic.

He wept,

had her laid out in a closed coffin

and buried three days later.

But his sister had noticed

that a certain Marquis von Bernbach,

who'd got on so well with

Frau von Werthausen these past weeks,

had suddenly disappeared, just like

half the young woman's wardrobe.

When the couple's escape was

uncovered and the grave was opened,

they found, instead of her,

a life-sized doll.

Behind closed doors

this episode is considered admirable,

showing international flair.

On top of that it opens up

an unexpected wealth of ideas

of how to escape a tiresome marriage

in case of emergency.

"Tu comprends?"

Anyone there who knows the way?

Can anyone hear me?

I'm lost. Do you know

the way to the market square?

Certainly.

Go to the end of the block.

Turn left.

Take the dark alley

leading to the old church yard...

How can that be?

I came this way.

And now I'm here.

No, over there.

- Where?

- Over there.

No, next to it. There.

Can women read maps then?

Doesn't it take the strategic grasp

and creative will of a man?

Like those needed to wage war?

That's right.

You're mistaken, we're not here.

You're mistaken too,

or you wouldn't be lost.

True. I'll yield and give it a try.

If you're wrong,

I'll hold you responsible.

If you find the way back.

Milady requests Miss Goddaughter's

presence in the salon urgently.

Even though we'll spend the season

next door to a madhouse

because no other mansion with a garden

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