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wheels on the tracks

I become drowsy and I fall

asleep for a while,

and when I wake up, I'm ice cold.

It's frightening.

And then there's the feeling that

I don't know

in which direction

the train is moving.

I don't know if we're going

forwards or backwards.

Or what I thought forward has

suddenly become backwards.

Know what I mean?

Let me tell you, it's most frightening.

My dear uncle.

What's happened seems to me

to be a simple switch.

You lost track of things for

a moment.

and it was then the train was just

turned around.

You see?

It's easily explained.

Young Kessler, you are a fool!

You have travelled through

the German nght.

You have met the German grl.

On the street above t s daylght.

But as you go on wth your job

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there s lttle to see.

Go deeper.

On the count of three

there wll be a message for you

of great mportance.

One.

Two.

Three.

Wake up! Wake up!

Leo, you have to hurry!

This invitation

came by messenger.

I don't know why but you're

invited to dinner at 7 p.m.

at the home of the Hartmann family.

You're already late.

Naturally I'll accompany you.

An invitation like this is

a great honour.

I demand that you behave correctly.

It's of the utmost importance.

The Hartmann family founded

Zentropa in 1912.

My nephew, Leopold Kessler,

has been invited for dinner at 7 pm.

He is alone to blame for his tardiness.

I turn him over to you and will myself

wait in the kitchen.

-They've already sat down to dinner.

-Thank you.

"...at the right hour you feed them.

You open your hand and bless all

that dwells there".

- Amen.

- Amen.

Our guest has arrived.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Never excuse yourself.

Life is too short for that.

Kat tells me you've just joined

our company.

I'm very pleased.

Father's glad you're an American.

He'd like for Zentropa to be an

international company.

As Germans are ill-regarded now.

Rubbish, Larry! Let us eat.

-My sister's got her eye on you.

-Larry!

Calm down, both of you.

It's very brave of you, Herr Kessler,

to come to Germany at this time.

A great tragedy has befallen this

part of the world.

Are you a catholic, Mr. Kessler?

What kind of a question is that to put

to our guest.

I'm affraid I'm not very religious.

Herr Kessler is a sensible young man.

He realizes that if the scars

of the war are to heal,

we have to turn to each other.

My sister says you're a deserter.

In my father's opinion, so am I.

That's enough, Larry!

My son was too ill to join the service.

My illness!

The illness my father's never

understood.

He thinks it stems from my mother

spoiling me till the day she died.

Excuse me.

I must excuse my son's behaviour.

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