The Visit Page #4

Were you ever with her? Like this...

with me?

No... No, never.

How did she get away from Guellen?

Did somebody help her?

Where did she get the money? - Anya,

I must leave soon. I can't stay too long.

You always have to leave!

When will you take me away?

Don't say soon.

I want to know when?

When? - Soon. Soon, Anya. Soon.

Soon. - Soon...

Anya, I'll take you away. I swear it.

Men... Men.

It's her! Madame Zachanassian.

The young look for tonight, George.

- As you wish, Madame.

Anya! That's your name, isn't it?

I see you've done your hair differently.

- Yes, Madame.

What does your father do, Anya?

- He used to work in the mine. But he died.

My mother too. - Then you're alone?

No, I have a brother,

but he left Guellen.

The minute someone's over 18 he leaves.

- You're over 18. You didn't leave.

Try this one, George.

- Yes, Madame. - Who is he?

He... We are so wonderful together.

You'd never think it to look at him,

but when we're alone...

Just to let you know I have arrived,

if you should need me. - Tonight.

Everything is ready. I am ready.

It only lasts a moment, Anya.

I don't know who he is, but don't

waste it on him. You can go now.

Thank you, Madame.

Mayor... I have in mind

a public works program.

You know... Aid to small business,

encouragement of tourism...

Did she actually say she'd give us the money?

- And if so, what are the exact figures?

Well, doctor... Now, maybe I haven't

been to university like some people...

True, I began as a humble factory worker,

but I can confidently say,

the size of the loan will be

adjusted to our needs. - Loan?

Did she actually use the word 'loan'?

- Well, of course it's a loan.

What are we asking for? Charity?

Mathilda Kovach. - Miller. Mathilda Miller.

...now.

- I always think of you as Kovach.

Well, life hasn't been so bad for you.

But I see what you mean.

My wife.

My wife.

My wife. - My wife.

If you intend to make a speech, Mr. Mayor,

now is as good a time as any.

Dear lady... Fellow Guelleners...

A long time has passed,

since you left our little town.

Almost two decades. A long time.

It has gone sadly with the world...

it has gone sadly with us.

And yet, the roots

of Guellen are so deep,

that never have we forgotten our Karla.

Our gracious lady.

Will it surprise you, if we

remember so much about you?

Your father, the well-known

architect and builder.

Your mother...

who, with any imagination did not know,

you were destined for higher things.

Even today your schoolroom achievements

are held up as an example

by our wise professor here.

And... your generosity...

Do we not know, dear lady,

that you, although a mere child,

brought a sack of potatoes

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