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...together with major contributions... by many others, present: a film in 13 parts with an epilogue,based on the novel by alfred dã¶blin. two marks fifty, sixty, seventy... eighty, ninety. and that's the lot.

over and out! but... if i were to... don't interrupt me again. if i were maybe to...- no! when i say no, i mean no. i don't want youearning money for me. i don't want to live on moneyearned by someone i love. it brings bad luck.you understand?

and i swore it as well. i swore it that first night, lina. yes, franz. and promise meyou'll never bring it up again. bring me a schnapps, maxie!- ooming up. how many unemployed peopleare there in berlin? i don't know.a few hundred thousand maybe. you reckon? oh, well...

one mark, two marks, two marks fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, hey! hi, meck! oome and join us! oheers!- thanks. a beer for me, please.- ok. that's all you've got, eh?

mhmm... well, then... yeah? we'll just have to see. part 2: how is one to liveif one doesrt want to die? ...it's too cold for excavating work.trade would be the best thing. in berlin or in the country,that's up to you. at least you'd have a full belly. why doesn't the proletarian manwear a tie?

because he can't tie one. so he has to buy a tie-holder, and when he's bought one,he's no better off: he still can'ttie the thing with it. that's a swindle.it makes people resentful. it pushes germany deeper intomisery than it already is. why don't people want to weara big tie-holder? they don't want a dustpanaround their necks. no man,no woman wants that;

not even a baby if it couldexpress an opinion. buy a tie-holder like thatat tietz's or wertheim's, or if you don't want to buyfrom jews, buy it somewhere else. i'm an aryan. the big department storesdon't need me... to advertise for them.they can get along without me. buy yourself a tie-holderlike these ones here, then consider howto tie it in the morning. listen, folks,

who's got time nowadaysto tie a tie in the morning? who wouldn't rather sleepa minute longer? we all need our sleep.we have to work so hard... and don't earn much. a tie-holder like this... will help you to sleep better. that's competitionfor the drugstores. buy a tie-holder from me, and you won't needsleeping potions and nightcaps.

you won't need anything at all. you'll sleep like a babyat its mother's breast... no scramble in the morning: what you need isthere on the dresser. just push it under your collar! you spend your moneyon so much other junk! "deutsches tageblatt."latest editionl hot sausagesl yes, but... wait...! that's...

"deutsches tageblatt"... you're buyingquality merchandise here. not celluloid.it's all genuine rubber. 20 pfennigs each.three for 50 pfennigs. keep off the road, young man,or you'll get run over! and who's goingto clear away the mess? let me explain how to knot this tie. no sledgehammer tacticsneeded here! you'll get it right away.

you take both ends like this,12 to 14 inches long, then fold it over, but not like this. that looks likea squashed bug on the wall, a kippered herring on your chest. a gentleman wouldn't beseen dead in it. so use my little gadget here. it saves time; and time is money. this fine little thingis just what you need.

look!the ideal ohristmas present! it suits your taste, and it's for your convenience. if the dawes planhas left you anything at all, it's your head under your lid. and your head will tell youthat you need this, that you should buy it andtake it home, and it'll comfort you. hot sausagesl hot dogs... i who was that woman?

that... that... was eva, a girl i used to know. but that's history.it's all over now. you know, lina,i'm no good at speaking. i'm not a public orator. when i call out my stuff,they understand me, but it's not the real thing. do you know what mettle is? no.

mettle is spirit, brains... and not just your nut. and a speaker... is a speaker. you are one, franz. don't tell me that!me? a speaker? do you know who was a speaker? you see. i don't either. but this here is nothing for me.

i've been thinking about it all day. i want to sell newspapers. newspapers? that's right, newspapers. it suddenly entered my head,and it stayed there, and it's the right thing. newspapers. i'm going to seewhat we can do about it. you stay here and carry on for me!

you're better at itthan i am anyway. bye! hello! well, any ideas? tie-holders are notthe right thing for me. that's like... selling somethingi don't need myself. if i were you,i'd try sexual education. it's all the rage now,and it sells well.

what is it? here! just take a look! then you won'task any more questions. pictures of naked girls!- i don't have them in any other form. say, buddy, is this your idea of fun?- what? the girls here,and pictures like that. "laughing life." they paint a naked girlwith a kitten.

what's she doingon the stairs with a kitten? strange bird! do you mind if i look? let me take a look at these. "figaro" it's called. and this one: "marriage." and this: "ideal marriage." aha, that's something differentfrom marriage. "love between women."

all available separately. there's a lot of informationif you've got the money; but they're damned expensive... tell me, is there a catch to it? what catch should there be to it? it's all aboveboard.nothing illegal. i've got a permit for what i sell.there's no catch to it. i don't touch things like that.

all i can say is:looking at pictures is no good. i can tell you a tale about that. it ruins a man. it screws him up. it starts with looking at pictures; and later, when you want to,it doesn't come natural anymore. i don't understand what you mean. don't spit all over my magazines!they cost money. and don't mess up the covers! here,

read this: "unmarried oouples." there's a special magazinefor everything. as if they didn't exist! i'm not married to lina either.- look! read this... and tell me if it isn't true.it's just an example: the attempt to regulate... a married couple's sex lifeby contract... and to dictateconjugal obligations,

as prescribed by law, is the most abominable andhumiliating form of slavery... one can imagine.there! how come? is it true or not? it doesn't arise in my case. a woman who demandssomething like that from a man...! do things like that really happen? go ahead and read it!

my god!just let her try that with me! one can imagine. hmm! ok.here's "love between women"... and "friendship," and they're not just talking:they're fighting... yeah, for human rights. what's their beef? paragraph 175,if you're not aware of it.

it's a glaring injustice, and it happens to millionsevery day in germany. it's enough to makeyour hair stand on end. you can feel sorry for those guys, but what's it got to do with me. did you find anything? well... maybe. i told the old manwe're through with tie-holders. i'm no good at it either.

no one buys anything from me. there's a strange storyin this magazine. a bald-headed guygoes for a walk one night... in the tiergarten district. he meets a good-looking boy, who takes the mars arm right away. after strolling aroundfor about an hour, the bald-headed guy feels an urge... to show his affection for the boy.

the guy's married, but he's felt these things before,and now he has to do it, because it's such a wonderful feelingor something. "you're my sunshine!"he says, and... "my treasure!" and he's so gentle, and... that things like that exist! then the boy says to him: "you know what?

"let's go to a small hotel...and you give me five marks... "or ten marks,because i'm flat broke." and the old guy says: "i'd do anything for you,my sunshine." and he gives him his whole wallet. but in the hotel rooms, there are peepholes in the doors. the hotel owner sees somethingand calls his wife, and his wife sees something, too.

and they say they won't toleratethings like that in their hotel: the sort of thingsthey've just seen. he should be ashamedof seducing a boy like that. they threaten to report himto the police. then the porter comesand the chambermaid, and they all stand around grinning. the next day, the bald-headed guybuys two bottles of asbach brandy... and leaves on a business tripto helgoland. he wants to drown his sorrowsand then drown himself or something.

anyway, he sails on the ship... and gets drunk, but he doesn't kill himselfafter all. and one day,while he's away convalescing, his wife has to signa summons for him, which she does.but she also takes a look at it, and sees everything described there: the peepholes, and the wallet, and the dear young man.

and when the bald-headed guycomes back, they all stand around himcrying their heads off: his wife and his twogrown-up daughters. then he reads the summons himself. "your honour, what did i do?" "i went to my roomand locked myself in." "it's not my faultif they have peepholes." "no offence was committed." and the boy confirms this.

"what did i do wrong?" the bald-headed guy in furs sobs. "did i steal?" "was i caughtbreaking and entering?" "all i entered was the heartof a dear young man." "and i said:" "'you're my sunshine."' "and he was, too." i see.

are you that way, too, maybe? like the guy in the magazine, huh? what? lina! lina, wait a minute! what's up with you? what's all this nonsense? no, franz.i'm not going with you. we're through.

you can beat it. oome on, lina! i'll give him back his trash. ouch! ouch! oh! my god, franz! i was so scared. what's up? oome on! well, you know, i...

ok! in the war zone, sweet, frowsy,unwashed, little lina, her eyes red with tears,made an autonomous thrust... ã¡ la prince of homburg. "noble uncle friedrich von der markl" "nataliellet bel let bel" "almighty god, now he is lostlno matter. no matter. " she made a beeline, straight asan arrow, for the old mars stand. and franz biberkopf,noble in his suffering, forced himself...

to wait in the background. there he stood, backgrounded... by the cigar shop,by schrã¶der import-export, from where he observed, obscured by a light mist,by streetcars and passers-by, the progress of hostilities. the heroes had come to grips,figuratively speaking. they probed each other,searching for weak spots. in peppery mood,lina przybilla from czernowitz,

sole legitimate daughterof stanislaus przybilla, after the premature birthsof two half-developed babies, both of whomwere to have been called lina, miss przybilla flung downthe journals vehemently. the rest was lostin the din of street traffic. "what a womanl what a womanl"... a happily hampered franz sighedin admiration. he approached the centre ofhostilities like a reserve force, and outside ernst kã¼mmerlich'sliquor shop,

the victorious, smiling heroine, miss lina przybilla, unkempt,but delightful, greeted him, screeching:"i gave it to him, franzl" then, in standing,she sank to that part of his body... she took to be his heart, but which, beneath his woollenundershirt, was his breastbone... and the upper lobe of his left lung. she was triumphant. "now, o immortality,thou art minel"

"what radiance unfoldsl" "hail the prince of homburg,victor in the battle of fehrbellinl" "haill (open parentheses)... ladies-in-waiting, officers, andtorches appear on the castle ramp. " (close parentheses) well, how was that? masterly, i tell you. masterly. when i do something,i do it properly. well, i may nothave any work now, but...

i do have you, lina. yes, franz, you've got me. and we'll find work, too. give me my purse!- what? my purse! wait a second! i must have a pee. six thousand... six hundred andseventy-three thousand, five hundred and eighty-two...

what was that? you asked me how many peopleare unemployed in berlin. yeah.- well, i found out: 673,582. no, no: 673,583. how do you work that out? i said 673,582. it's simple. you forgot me. the latest figure is 673,583.

got it? you have to stick to the facts,don't you? yes, but... no "buts". if there were 673,582 unemployedin berlin 10 minutes ago, there are 673,583unemployed people in berlin now. if you say so, it must be right. exactly. listen, lina!

you know what a layout girl is? a layout girl?- yeah. a layout girl... she's..., i don't know. a layout girl has to lay things out... and check layouts and... that's a layout girl. no, lina, that's not what i mean. if i push you, and you're laid outon the sofa, with me next to you,

then you're a layout girl,and i'm a layout man. yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you? let's give ourselves a treat today. why today of all days? because yesterday's over andtomorrow's not yet here. understand? i understand. ok, then, we'll go to the new world. the new world?

yeah, the new worldat the haseneide. don't you know it?- no. so much the better. what you don't know,you have to find out about. 673... 583. he is your master? how proud that sounds. true it is onlywithin certain bounds. when one considers,what are the grounds...

for a marriagelike that in sicily? here stands the husbandoutside the door. there sits the boyfriend insidewith her, quite without shame.it's just the same... in the finest of families. in bed she lay till late, then decked herself out in state. there she sits looking grand,with a rosary in her hand... ladies and gentlemen,find out the truth from me!

drink, my friend, drinklleave all your worries at home... yeah, that's what i'll do: i'll leave my worries at home. oheers! ... talk of salvation;talk of damnation: the economy's not your concern. the man is really a sucker. at home in berlin,it wouldn't occur. no man at homewould talk in that way.

nor is his place in the kitchen,we say. and still he brings hercoffee in bed... she just has to grind it. that's all he said. a man from berlin is wittyand gay, and he wears the trousers anyway. that's why, so many years ago, all the songs in berlin changed,and so... we now sing:

mother,the man with the coke is here. just shut your trapli know that, my dear. i've no cash, you've no cash.what's to be done? whoever asked the coke manto come? in the south,a sunburrs for free on the whole. but in berlin you needkale for the coal... yes, for the coal... encore! encore! encore! so we sing:

who asked the man with the coketo come? oome on, franz! you don't come here to be sad. people come here to be happy, to dance... and laugh.understand? yeah, but the... the world... what do you mean: "the world"?

this here's the new world. oome on, let's have a drink! want to give it a try?20 pfennigs. a small price to find outhow strong you are. for 20 pfennigs you can find outif you're a man. want to try?- i don't know. ah, baloney! you're strongerthan all of them. oome on! that's the one thinga woman can't tell: whether the man she loves is strong.

two beers! oheers!- and what about me? oheers! oheers!- oheers! prosit, prosit......to pros... titution! prosit, prosit... to prooostitution! what do you say to that? pretty good. a loud voice, eh? that's right. i've got a loud voice.

i've got a very, very loud voice. don't look so deep into my eyes! look at me! sure... i'm looking at you. what a woman dreams in spring: all those foolish, wayward things... oome here! oome on!

oloser! that's right. are you a german man? mmm.- german to the core? yeah. what's your name? franz... franz biberkopf. are you a german man?word of honour? you're not with the reds? if you are, you're a traitor.

anyone who's a traitoris no friend of mine. the poles, the french, the fatherlandfor which we shed our blood... that's the natiors gratitude! say,you're a real german, aren't you? mmm.- through and through german? yes.- yes, i saw it right away... that you're a true german,

german to the core.where did you serve? it doesn't matter where i served. today, i'm out of work. does it help me todaywhere i served? you see.that's the injustice of this world. the german man is unemployed.that's how things are. you know what? because you're german,german through and through, and, because you're unemployed,

and because that'sthe justice of this world, and becauseit shouldn't be that way, i'm going to tell you something.do you know what? no.- no. you couldn't know. listen! i'm the berlin representative... of the vã¶lkischer beobachter. do you know whatthe vã¶lkischer beobachter is? well, i...- exactly. that's what i say:

it's the only newspapera sensible person can read today. and because that's my opinion,and because it's your opinion, i'm going to give you a chance,i am. that's right. what i always say is: germany for the germans again!am i right? pickled herringin first-class spiced saucel tender fish filletsl pickled herringin fine spiced saucel delicate fish with gherkinsl

there!that look's good, doesn't it? right. that looks good. is there anything else? what do you mean? well,the way you're looking at me... i was just consideringwhether i'd forgotten something. oh, well, it'll be ok. good luck, then! thanks.

there!i knew i'd forgotten something. this is what i forgot. is that necessary? i mean, do i really have to...? what's the matter? no need to be ashamedof that armband. on the contrary: it's an honour. well, if you think so... oome here!i'll put it on for you.

there! that looks quite different. there's something solid behind it. maybe you're right.- what do you mean, "maybe"? it looks good, really good, and it has an effect. well, good luck again! oh, well! vã¶lkischer beobachter,

read the vã¶lkischer beobachter.only 20 pfennigs. vã¶lkischer beobachter. there must be order in paradise. fine hot sausages! hello!- hello! new around here? yes. aha! the vã¶lkischer beobachter. those guys are supposed to be ok,

but... i sense something else.against the jews, aren't they? personally,i've got nothing against the jews. but i am for law and order. everyone must see the needfor order. potsdamer platzl train to krumme lanke... all aboard for krumme lankel to the german peopleat the harvest festivall

put an end to your illusions, and punish those who deceive youlthen the day will dawn... when truth will risefrom the field of battle... with the sword of justiceand shining shield... to vanquish the foe. something wrong, buddy? no. it's nothing. i guess that's the wayit has to be: everyone finds happiness accordingto his own lights. and anyway,

that's how the times are... i wish you lots of luck, buddy. pickled herring in spiced saucel i'm jewish, you know, but no hard feelings. good luck, anyway! hot dogs! hot dogs, gentlemen, hot sausages! that's life!

fine hot sausages! hot sausages! hey, dreske! fine hot sausagesl you can't just walk by like that. you can at least say "hello." hey, that's biberkopf. right. it's franz biberkopf. with a swastika on his arm. what's he doing wearing a swastika?

pickled herring in spiced sauce. why are you looking at meso dopily? we're just looking at you. oh, because of the swastika? because of the swastika? well, franz, the swastika is a swastika,isn't it? sure. a swastika is a swastika.

federalism... is anti-semitism... the struggle against the jews... is also the fightfor the sovereignty... of bavaria! is also the fightfor the sovereignty of bavaria! so you're making fun of me, richard. and why? just because you're married?

you're 27. your wife's 18. what have you seen of life? nothing. less than nothing. and the armband, dreske: take a good look at it... there's nothing on ita man can't answer for. i got out, too, just like you, but what happened afterwards? whether the band's red or gold,or black, white and red,

it doesn't makea cigar taste better. it's the tobacco that counts,my boy: outer leaf, filler properly rolledand dried, and where it's from. that's what i say.what did we do, dreske? tell me that. when i look at you, franz, all i can say is -and i've known you a long time: they've really pulled the woolover your eyes. because of the armband?- and everything else.

forget it! you don't needto run around like that. that's right.you don't need to, franz. hold it, richard!you're a good guy, but this here's something for men. having the right to vote doesn'tput you on a par with dreske and me. they've really conned you. we had inflation, paper money, millions, billions.

no meat, no butter. nothing. and us? we just went around pinchingpotatoes from the farmers. revolution? take down the flagpole,wrap the flag in oilcloth... and put it in the closet! let mother give you your slippers, and take off your bright red tie! all you do is yap about revolution,

but your republic'snothing but a calamity. a bee, a wasp,a bumblebee circles the ceiling, a natural wonder in winter. others of its tribe, species,conviction, and genus are dead; either already deador not yet born. this solitary bumblebeeis enduring the ice age, not knowing how or whyit should happen to him. but the sunshine... is aeons old. everything seemsephemeral and trifling...

when one sees it. coming from x miles away,shooting past star y, the sun shone millions of yearsbefore nebuchadnezzar, before adam and eve,before the ichthyosaurs; and now it shinesin the depths of a subway station. franz is sprightly, light, elated:as light as air, from heaven i come. we just didn't pull it off. we might as well admit it; or you or whoever was in on it.

there was no discipline.no one took the lead: one guy against the next. we were betrayed, franz, in 1918-1919 by the bigwigs. they killed rosa,and karl liebknecht. people should stick togetherand do something. just look at russia, lenin... they stick together.it's a real bond. just you wait!

blood must flow. blood must flow.rivers of blood must flow. i don't give a damn about that. the world will go bustwith waiting, and you with it. that's proof enough for me: they haven't achieved anything.that's enough for me. not the slightest thinghas been achieved. i don't know what the guys withthese armbands will achieve, but that's another matter, and that's all that's important.

hot dogs, hot sausages... i vã¶lkischer beobachterl vã¶lkischer beobachterlonly 20 pfennigs... is that a goldfinch?- mhmm. a she?- that's right. well, what do you know?such a tiny creature! and it doesn't mindthe racket here? well, what do you know?ain't that great? i wonder ifthe smoke's good for it...

with those little lungs? it's used to that in here. it's always smoky in the bar.it's not so thick yet. i won't smoke today,so that it doesn't get too thick. we can open the window later... without creating a draft.- yes. good evening, dreske! f... f... five beers, max,and make it quick! what kind of joint is this?

a bit quiet, isn't it? no pianist? who for? it wouldn't pay. you must know. then we'll sing without a piano!we usually do. peoples, hear the signall rise for the final fightl the internationale... fights for human rights.

how did you like the song, buddy? - me? - fine! you've got good voices! you can sing along. no, no. i'd rather eat. when i've finished eating,i'll sing along, or i'll sing something on my own. that's a promise.

there was a guywho ate a sausage sandwich. in his stomach,it thought better of it. it came back up againand said: "you forgot the mustard!" only then did it go down properly. that's what a realsausage sandwich does... with a good pedigree. oome on now! ok, ok. leave it to me!

how about it? are you goingto sing something for us now? if i make a promise, i keep it. it drips when you come intothe warm. sniffing doesn't help. what should i sing for them? they don't know anythingabout life, but a promise is a promise. i know a poem... from a guy in prison, a nice poem.

should you want to be a man,and live upon this earth... as best you can, before the moment of your birth... by woman wise,give it due consideration, for the world'sa vale of lamentationl first, good father statewill tend... to keep you on a stringfrom start to end, tormenting you with special tools:a maze of paragraphs and rules. his first commandment reads:

"pay up, whether old or youngl" the second law is:"hold your tonguel" existing in a twilight state,bewilderment's your lifelong fate. the years have lefttheir mark on you. moth-eaten hair bears witness, too. your frame beginsto crack and creak. your withering armsand legs grow weak. the porridge curdles in your head, and ever thinner grows the thread.

in short, you see that autumrs here.you breathe your last and disappear. " yeah, that was writtenby a guy in prison. it was a long time ago,but i've remembered it. it's good, isn't it?something for life, but it's bitter. then just rememberthat bit about the state: "good father state," keeping you on a string.

learning it by heart... ain't enough. by no means. well, they don't have oystersand caviar any more than we do. you have to earn your money. it must be hard for a poor devil. you can be happy you've got your legsand you're outside. you can earn your moneyin different ways. what about it, then?are you going to sing us a song?

you make a promiseand don't keep it. ok, ok. you'll get your song. when i make a promise, i keep it. there comes a calllike thunder's roar, like clash of swords,waves dashing on the shore... ... summoned by the drums to fight. my comrade,marching at my side, advanced in step with me,

advanced in step with me. a bullet came flying free, meant for you or meant for me? him it struck, tore him away. at my feet he lies this day, as if a part of me; as if a part of me. i want to reach out to you; but as i load my carbine,

i can't extend my hand. stay then in the promised land, good comrade mine, good comrade mine. good comrade mine. get off the table! there comes a calllike thunder's roar... there wasrt a better friend... ... to the rhine,the german, german rhinel

guardians all we'd be of thine. rest easy, dear fatherland of minel strong and true stands the watch, the watch on the rhine. the watch... on the rhine. my god, there must beother chairs in this place! what did you eat? i said there must beother chairs in this place...

if you use your eyes. that's not what we're talking about. i want to knowwhat you've been eating. oheese sandwiches, you big ox! there's the rind for you, you ass! i can smell thatthey were cheese sandwiches. but where did they come from? i won't have any brawling here. no fighting in my bar!

if you can't keep the peace,out you go! keep out of the way! there won't be any fighting here!we're just settling a score. if anyone breaks anything,he'll have to pay for it. "i have surrendered..." as long as they don't touch me...! as long as they don't touch me!i don't mind them; but there'll be troubleif he lays a finger on me. what kind of two-bit guy is this,dreske?

franz! i beg you! let him speak! fascists are entitled to speak, whatever they have to say. they have freedom of speech here. see what you've startedwith your stuff and your songs! no, i'm not interfering. there was neveranything like this here.

fascist! butcher! hand over that armband! and make it snappy! hand over the armband, i said! give me that armband! i'll take it away from him. get out of here, biberkopf! i was just waiting for lina. i sit here every evening.

but this is the first timei've seen these two guys here. you're a fascist! the armband's in your pocket. you're a nazi! i told dreske why. i explained it all to him. but you don't understand.that's why you're yelling. you were yelling"the watch on the rhine." if you kick up a racket like this,and sit on my table,

there'll never be peacein the world: not that way. there must be peace in the world,so we can work and live: factory workers,tradespeople and everyone; and so that there's order. otherwise,we won't be able to work at all. what will you loudmouths live on? you're drunk with words! all you can do is make troubleand make others hateful, till they really get maliciousand smash you one.

would you let anyonetread on your toes, you crooks? you don't know what you're doing. knock the fancy ideasout of your heads! you're ruining the whole world. be careful... that nothing happens to you, you cutthroats, you heels! i did time in tegel.it's a terrible life. what a life!

the guy in my poem just now:he knows how things were for me. he knows exactlyhow things were for me. ida! god!just don't think about it! just don't think about ida! you can't tell me about that. there's nothing you can tell me! nothing at all. no one can come hereand tell me about things; none of you.we all know that better.

we didn't lie out therein the trenches... so that you could comeand hound us, you agitators! there must be peace! peace! there has to be peace! peace, nothing but peace! i'll do something, grab someone by the throatlno, no... i'm going to fall, hit the ground.

i thought the world was at peace,that there was orderl but there's something wrongin the world. there they stand. terriblel i sense it, and i see myself here. in paradise, there lived two people, adam and eve. and paradise wasthe glorious garden of eden, where bird and beast played. the cloud has passed.

thank god, it's passed! the timber magnatesinsist on their warrant. krupp lets his pensioners starve. one and a half million unemployed: an increase of 226,000 in 15 days. i'm going. the pleasure was all mine. i'm not responsiblefor what goes on in your heads. what i owe, i'll pay tomorrow, max.

sorry, dreske, that somethinglike this had to come between us. "thee in victory wreath we hail.potatoes with a herring's tail." "let the despicable,renegade scoundrels, "encouraged by the bourgeoisieand social chauvinists, "disparage the constitutionof the soviets! "it simply acceleratesand deepens the rift... "between the revolutionaryworkers of europe... "and the supportersof scheidemann and so on. "the oppressed massesare on our side".

did something happen? basically,they're not like that at all. they just don't know how to copewith all that hot blood. if they had been in tegelor had some experience behind them, maybe it would dawn on them. oh, lina, i thoughtyou wouldn't come at all. lina, my little one, you know... i love you so.

what happened, franz? something must have happened. what should have happened? what can have happened... when i tell you i love you so? ouch! ouch! it's ok, franz. go ahead and do it, franz! a bite from you...

end of part 2, with: subtitles: peter + waltraut green

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