Martha Page #5

All my desire.

I'm so happy. I could cry for joy.

But you...

You're so serious, so quiet.

Aren't you looking forward? | Aren't you happy?

Of course I'm happy.

I don't have to convince myself though.

I'm sorry.

My God, how lovely it is here.

You couldn't see anything by night. | The view...

I could drink a whole pot of coffee | and eat ten eggs.

I've ordered tea. It's healthier. | And cornflakes.

-Oh...you ordered tea? | -And cornflakes.

Yes, cornflakes. Of course.

-That's all right with you, my dear? | -Oh yes, of course.

Martha, not before breakfast.

It's good that someone watches my health.

How easily one forgets oneself.

Yes, Martha, that's true.

The worst thing when one's traveling...

is that one has to put up | with local customs.

In South America, for example, | there's no tea with breakfast.

One's compelled to drink coffee. | How I've suffered.

Every morning:
coffee...

for nine months. | And the food in general!

But one has to eat...

and one gets used to everything.

My God, yes. | We've never talked about food.

What's your favorite dish?

My favorite dish?

That's not so easy.

Pig's kidneys in Burgundy sauce, I'd say.

Pig's kidneys? My God, just like father!

But one has to avoid things like that | in southern climes.

One never knows what one's really getting.

Poor thing! | I hope your long journey will soon be over.

In the next few years I'll be in Germany, | Switzerland and Austria.

I can get home every weekend.

Would you mind creaming me?

-Martha, you've got such white skin... | -Yes?

I'd like you to get brown quickly.

All this white skin.

What if I get sunburned?

Ah, the sun's not really strong here.

All right. | If you want me to get brown...

What are you reading?

Professor Hans Kilian's | The Dispossessed Consciousness.

Is it interesting?

That depends.

If one understands the subject, | it's interesting.

Ilse's given up her job.

That's sensible.

If a man can support his wife, | it's embarrassing if she works.

That may be true of Ilse.

She hated her work.

But if a woman loves her work...

it can be something wonderful.

Still no better?

You fell asleep, Martha.

You mustn't sleep in the sun.

The body has no resistance then.

You are beautiful, Martha.

Am I?

Helmut...aren't we going home?

-Of course we are. | -But...this is the wrong direction.

We live over there, in my parents' house.

We're not going to live there. | I've rented a house...

Colonel Olbricht's house.

But Helmut... | a murder was committed in that house.

That's why it was cheaper.

You're not afraid, Martha?

No, it's just that...

I was used to my parents' house.

My whole childhood... | All those memories...

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