Martha Page #3

Dr. Salomon, your brother's arrived.

-Hello, Helmut. | -Good evening.

This is Ilse.

My congratulations.

Take a seat.

That's Ilse's mother...

Her father...

Her friend Marianne...

and her husband.

Mr. Meister, | director of the state library, and his wife.

And that's Dr. Hauff, our family doctor.

And Mrs. Heyer, and her daughter Martha.

Good evening all.

We know each other, I think.

Me? But...

Oh yes. We know each other.

No, I'm sure we don't...

-But I'm quite certain, Mrs... | -Miss, if you please.

We met in Rome, | outside the German embassy.

Oh there? That's right.

Why did you want to keep it a secret, | Martha?

-That was mean of you. | -It's the truth.

What will mother think?

Mother's got such a dirty mind.

She sees things biblically...

if you know what I mean.

-But you're a grown-up woman. | -No, I'm not.

I mean...

of course I'm grown up.

But mother doesn't realize it, | or doesn't want to believe it.

She's...

a bit strange.

She wasn't always like that. | Only since my father's death.

I was struck by you in Rome.

You had tears in your eyes.

Father had just died...

maybe a quarter of an hour before we met.

-Halfway up the Spanish Steps he... | -You aroused my feelings then.

I haven't forgotten you since either.

I didn't say I hadn't forgotten you.

You...

But maybe that is the case. | Maybe I haven't forgotten you.

Yes, maybe.

-You've never slept with a man? | -How dare you!

Am I right?

Yes...

you're right.

And you think you're beautiful...

attractive and charming?

Yes, a little.

I don't think you're very beautiful...

and certainly not attractive and charming.

You're too thin, almost skinny.

When one looks at you, | one can almost feel your bones.

And I have the impression your body smells.

Mother!

I must go back inside.

For heaven's sake, doctor! | What's the matter with mother?

Nothing serious. | No need to alarm yourself.

Your mother took too many tranquilizers | by mistake.

Give me a hand.

Prepare some hot milk.

Olga!

-Yes? | -Bring a glass of hot milk!

-Milk, milk, milk! | -Right away.

Thank you. You can go now. | It won't be a pleasant sight.

Is the milk being warmed?

What have you done to your mother, | Martha, to make her want to die?

Keep an eye on her. I'll be right back. | And warm the milk.

Mama, what have you been up to?

It's no joke, you know.

You want to kill me, Martha.

-Good morning, Miss Heyer. | -Good morning.

That's her. Come here a moment.

I'd like to introduce Mr. Kaiser.

He'll be taking over the duties of my wife.

I described you to him in glowing terms...

and promised him you'd show him the ropes.

-You will, won't you? | -With pleasure.

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