The Young Karl Marx Page #2

You don't say.

I hate and despise gentlemen.

They are swine who grow fat

on the sweat of labourers.

He's making fun of us.

You know what I think, fellas?

I think he came to have a laugh at us.

He's got nerves.

- I've come here to enlist your help.

That's why I came.

- He wants to enlist us?

What sort of a list will that be?

- I'm writing a book.

I need first-hand accounts.

- A book? He's writing a book?

About the condition of the working class

in Manchester and Leeds.

Is that a gold clock you got there?

Whose sweat bought you this?

- Okay, Paddy.

Let's not make a big fuss about this.

- You want a first-hand account?

Well, here's a worker's hand, see?

You'll get it on your gentleman's nose

if you don't get out right now.

So be gone.

What if I'd rather stay?

You alright, mister?

You hurt?

YES...

Wonderfully!

Paris, July 1844

What is it, Alphonsine?

Nothing, Madam Jenny, she woke.

Leave her with me.

I don't trust little Alphonsine.

She steals from us,

she snoops, she's false...

Let her steal.

We owe her two months' pay.

Lenchen...

My Lenchen.

If Lenchen could join us here...

You miss Trier.

No.

I miss Lenchen.

She learnt French in Metz.

Your loyal servant,

your big house, your huge estate,

your beloved family.

I took you away. For what?

I can't even get Ruge to pay me!

Karl...

Do you know what your worst flaw is?

Go on.

You're unfair.

- I am?

Yes, unfair with others.

With me. With Ruge.

Ruge pays badly,

but he gave us Paris.

He gave you to me. Without this trip,

we wouldn't be married.

You think that without Paris...

I'm happy, Karl.

If they don't accept the fact

That we love each other

Then good night!

Even if it annoys people

Even if it annoys people

I love you all the same...

You have to introduce your mother

to her granddaughter one day.

I should return to Trier?

- Not for long.

Perhaps I could obtain

some money from Mother.

Yes.

- Why not? It's an idea.

Karl...

If Jennychen and I

are too much of a burden...

Now you're being unfair.

- No.

It's a wonderful idea.

My reactionary brother will be delighted

to see me come home to beg.

Forget what I said.

I can already hear his sermons

on his sister's misalliance

with that damn socialist atheist Jew

who cannot even feed his family

with his subversive writings.

I shall tell you everything!

You'll hear every last bitter word.

All right.

You win.

I'm working on two books.

Plus my articles.

You should tidy up.

Here.

As for Ruge...

You're too patient.

He isn't poor.

He has shares

in the Cologne-Antwerp railway.

Rugs?

Yes, everyone knows.

I didn't know.

Try my cigars! Toscanis!

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