Mother Kusters Goes to Heaven Page #3

Or did he sometimes complain?

Hermann was a quiet man.

He never complained.

If he didn't like something, he said so.

You knew where you were. He was fair.

He was always fair.

That was fine.

Now let's take one of you working.

Would you sit down there?

Go on talking, Mrs. Ksters. I'm listening.

I suppose your husband liked a drink

now and then?

Of course. Every man does.

With the other workers.

Sure, he liked a drink.

And when he came home drunk?

What happened then?

He was never drunk,

not so as he couldn't stand upright.

He never drank much.

He would go straight to bed

and fall asleep.

And were there ever any quarrels?

Quarrels?

I used to laugh

when he couldn't walk straight...

and I'd say, "You old boozer!"

Then he'd say, "Leave me alone...

"I feel awful. I'm going to bed."

And he was off.

And now, one of you making the bed.

If you think so.

No. Don't hold the blanket so high!

It's covering your face.

How was your husband with the kids?

That's so long ago.

Thirty years or more.

But one thing I do know.

He was far too good.

They could get away with anything.

Sure, he hit the roof sometimes.

But he was younger then.

He'd smack them or give them a beating.

To tell you the truth,

I got one or two myself...

when I upset him.

But later he calmed down.

He became very quiet.

So, that about wraps it up.

Just a shot in the sitting room.

Maybe one of you holding a picture

of your husband? A recent one.

I'm sure you have one.

This is the last picture of him.

Taken three weeks ago at the zoo.

On Sundays, we often went to the zoo...

on Sunday.

If you'd just turn towards me.

Yes.

And the photo this way.

Yes, that's good.

Tell me,

your husband wasn't so young anymore.

The work must have been

pretty hard for him.

Did he never complain?

Was he dissatisfied with his bosses?

My husband never complained.

Maybe he'd say, "It was tough today."

But that was all.

He accepted his superiors.

I didn't ask often, either.

We just lived our lives, day in, day out...

without asking each other much.

Maybe I should have asked him more.

Perhaps he had troubles.

He just bottled it all up.

He was such a kind-hearted man.

He didn't do it for himself.

He did it for the others...

who were in the same situation.

For those...

who would have been laid off, too.

He was too good for this world.

That's what Max said, his foreman.

I have an idea.

We'll show them! A shot of you

at the factory gate. What do you say?

At the factory gate? I don't know.

- Mrs. Ksters? A telegram for you.

- Thanks.

A telegram from my daughter.

She's arriving at the airport at 12:00.

I have to pick her up.

You have a daughter? I didn't know that!

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