Hokuspokus oder: Wie lasse ich meinen Mann verschwinden...?
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- 1966
- 100 min
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HOCUS POCUS:
A JUDICIARY COMEDY BY CURT GOETZ
GATE 4
Attention!
The delayed flight from London,
scheduled to arrive at 10:10 pm,
is now making its final approach.
Graham? No.
Any other London flights tonight?
- No, sir.
I see. Thank you.
No telegram?
- No, Mr. President.
No call from London?
- No, Mr. President.
Mr. Graham didn't arrive.
Are you expecting him again today?
What?
The phantom.
Yes.
Shall I chill some champagne?
- As always.
Two glasses? - Three,
in case Mr. Graham comes. - Yes.
And if he doesn't,
I'd appreciate it if you stayed up.
Of course.
Are you fearful?
- No, Mr. President.
Who might that be?
The phantom?
It's too early for that.
Open up, please.
Mr. Graham?
What's wrong?
Won't you step in?
That was my intention.
Doesn't it open?
- What?
The umbrella.
- Why?
It's raining.
- Is that so?
Well!
- What?
You didn't arrive.
I did.
- I was at the airport.
Had you been at the train station...
- You wired that you'd come by plane.
Is that so? Well...
Plans can change, as can dispositions.
Yes. Well, do come in.
What will you have?
I'll have a seat first. If I may.
Whisky?
- Yes.
Soda?
- No!
How is London?
Splendid. I'm to say hello.
- From whom?
Evelyn.
You spoke to her?
And?
So she says.
I hope I didn't open an old wound.
I hate opening old wounds.
That's over.
Thank God.
Your last will is more generous
to her than she deserves.
Forget her.
- I have forgotten her.
Let's drink to that.
Now I believe you've forgotten her.
Just a moment.
So she's your new queen of hearts?
Nonsense.
- Don't be silly.
The painting's no masterpiece,
but the way you illuminate it
like a Christmas tree
puts the woman in a favorable light.
And since the colors are hardly dry,
one would hope she's still alive.
And if she is, one should marry her.
Tomorrow she'll likely be
condemned to death.
No!
- Yes. - So that is...
Agda Kierulf...
whose trial you'll attend tomorrow.
Who'd think she was a murderer?
Who's the painter?
- Her husband.
All he painted was his wife.
And why did she kill him?
You'll hear the prosecutor's theory.
Any chance of her being acquitted?
Hardly. - But she has
the world's best defense counsel.
She had. Her lawyer dropped the case
this afternoon.
Oh! Why's that?
She lies, contradicts herself,
and faints when she sees no way out.
I'm very curious as to what to expect.
Who knows
if the trial will even take place.
You'll find a new counsel.
- But not a new president.
Are you dropping the case too?
...drop me.
- I don't understand.
Well, I haven't asked you here
just to attend the trial, but...
If you'd be so kind
as to speak at my funeral...
At your...
- Yes, at my coffin.
I hope you'll find suitable words.
Of course.
Are you going to hang yourself?
No.
- Shoot yourself?
The method of death
is not my decision.
The thing is, tonight
I'll probably be murdered.
Very likely!
Namely by me, if you continue to speak
in tongues. How do you know this?
From a man in a tailcoat.
- In a tailcoat?
He's been telling me for two weeks.
- How convenient!
14 days ago someone called and said,
"Is the President there?
I've something important to tell you.
I'll come at midnight.
I drink champagne." And hung up.
And then?
- He came at midnight.
What did he look like?
- Quite friendly.
And what did he say?
Nothing at first.
He drank, commended the champagne,
and then he told me.
- Told you what?
That I'd be murdered.
On the night of June 13th.
That would be... today.
Yes.
- And by whom?
I'd find out, he said.
Did the gentleman
say he'd be coming tonight?
Yes. In order to protect me, he said.
Do you know what I think?
He's the one who wants to murder you.
Does a murderer announce his murder?
No, but I don't
associate with murderers.
Did you inform the police?
- No.
If this turned out to be a joke,
I'd make a fool of myself.
Why put up with such perilous visits?
Haven't you noticed?
- What?
The date. Tomorrow's the big day
in the Agda Kjerulf trial.
And tonight I'm to be murdered.
- Damn.
Agda Kjerulf is Danish,
and so is my nocturnal friend.
What time is it?
One minute to twelve.
Then we have one minute left.
Are you nervous?
- Me? No.
It looks like you are.
Some more light, perhaps?
No, no, it's quite cozy like this.
Did you hear that?
- No.
Footsteps!
Luckily no one can see us sitting here
like idiots, awaiting our murderer.
I'll open the door.
- No, don't. He might shoot.
I'll get it. He's got
no reason to shoot at me. Right?
I'll go with you.
Nobody's there.
Strange.
This is starting to get eerie.
Good evening.
Nobody opened up,
so I used the window.
May I introduce...
- How are you, Mr. Graham?
How do you...
- Is your name not Graham?
Yes.
- Well then. How are you?
Fine, thanks.
- Splendid.
And you, Mr. President? I was worried
about your health tonight.
I feel wonderful. Have a seat.
Thank you.
How cozy. Was this dim lighting
your idea, Mr. President?
It was mine.
What did he say?
Know what I like most about this?
- No.
She's not smiling, but you can tell
she might do so at any moment.
And if she did, she'd have dimples.
Hm. Well...
You had a stormy trip, Mr. Graham?
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