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My name is Andreas. We've been looking forward to your arrival. Shall I help you find a bed for the night? Yes, please. We'll have to sack the manager of the stadium restaurant. - Halvfinn? - Pernille, do take some cake. Yes, Halvfinn. We've had another call. - Not a complaint? - He's no idea how to treat clients. He poured a chocolate milk into a lady's handbag. Deliberately. Yet he was the best footballer of us all. Opinions differ on that. I remember one match... Give him the sack. Pernille, come to my office. I believe they phoned from the church... Yes, I'm sorry... it's because he is my best friend. - The man you were talking to? - No, the man he told me to sack. One can't just do that, can one? No, if it's your best friend it is a bit problematical. He was brought up in an orphanage and made the stadium his home after Juventus came to play in the Cup. We know him as Halvfinn. He played for our Under Tens. He was very good. Committed rather a lot of fouls.
But from that to giving him the sack... Yes, it's a bit tough. Now I'm wondering if you wouldn't prefer an eco-room? The same price... but the materials are different and there's a view of the allotment gardens and not the hospital. That's room number 531. - Here you go. - Thanks. Have you any luggage I can help you with? - It's in the car-- - No problem. It's a black Maserati. Maserati is an Italian car. My name is Jørgen Mortensen. - Andreas. - Welcome to the hotel, Andreas. Thank you. Eight Roman loaves for the stadium restaurant. Rum truffles, you mean? Eight rum truffles for the stadium restaurant. - We've got rum Danish? - Hand over the truffles. - They're booked. - Booked? - For the Scandic Hotel. - What, rum truffles there? It's room service. We've got student cakes with the same ingredients. - I'll take them, then. - Ok.
Plus eight rum truffles. Yes. - To eat at once? - Get your bloody act together. Finn... what do you think of the work here? Get your feet down! That's a decent chair, right? - Eh? Finn? Do you like it? - I've had enough! I have taken them down. I'm only-- This bloody hair of mine. I can't work. Why not wear a hair net? It's quite common in the food industry. It'd look bloody great at a stadium restaurant, too. Hello, Peter Schmeichel, welcome to the stadium restaurant and its manager. Yes, he's into hairnets. Hello, Juventus! Welcome! This is the stadium restaurant. The manager wears a hairnet. You speak Italian? What does it sound like, eh, Prof? I thought you were a Finn. Halvfinn? It sounds a bit Finnish. The "Halv" comes from working in a sports hall, man.
- Why not go to a hairdresser? - Why not shut your face? - Well? What do you think of the work? - I don't think of it as work. - I pretty well live here. - Do you like it or... I built this place up from scratch. Remember when there was just a bar here and tables by the windows and tables round about? - Yes... - And I can't do anything else. No. Shut it. It's no use when I can't conform. That was a great idea. The haircut. Maybe Giulia would do it. Will you cut my hair? - No, I will not. - Up yours, you stupid cow! Goodness... How dare you? - Nobody's that shorthaired. - It's what we agreed on. I could comb it back. To give it more body. - I believe my hotel phoned...? - Yes. - If you'd sit here... - Thanks.
- I do the receptionist there. - Yes. He recommends you highly. I'll put a towel round your shoulders... Just a moment... They discharged you? - Hello, Sweetie-pie. - What about tomorrow's scan? Never mind that now I'm feeling better, eh? I ate almost two pieces of toast this morning. - Mum, you promised not to come. - I looked in my coat pocket. - Somebody had taken my purse. - I don't know how much I've got. - Isn't there any cash in the till? - No. Spend it on food. I'll come by later, all right? We can celebrate my discharge. I kept thinking of you in hospital. I'm so lucky to have you. The best daughter in the world. The hairdresser who was... Come along. I'll see you later. Goodbye. - I'm sorry. - Not at all. I'll take these off. - Just a trim?
- Yes. Nothing too flashy. - You're not going dancing? - No, I'm a pastor. - I'll cut you like a pastor, then. - That'd be fine. A nice moon and a monk-like wreath of hair. That'd be fine. I wonder whether you could... avoid pouring water down my neck? I'm sorry. - That's all right. - Oh, damn... Whoops, sorry, you're a pastor! If we just dry you... - Dad? - Serve them in here. - I'll fix you a sandwich. - Just give me the rum truffles. - There weren't any more. - Yeah, you went and dropped them. You're fucking useless. I'm only allowed to take any that is left over. If I was dead you could hump some no-good every night without having to consider anyone else. Hazel nut cream and marzipan. Shall I make you a sandwich? I don't know. You've forgotten the salt beef. No, I haven't. You think I rot away here for my own sake? Did you ever hear me asking to sit here staring myself to death?
- You go, then. - What? If I hadn't stayed here when your mother fucked off you'd still be sitting on the floor in a soaking nappy. And what thanks do I get? "Go get your own salt beef!" You've got a bloody nerve! Why don't you leave like your mum? - Do you want a pickle? - Push off home. What are you lying there for? Mum... - Help me... - Come on. Yes. That's better. - Will you light a cigarette for me? - Yes, wait a moment. Sit on the bed. I'll take these. All right? Hello, Carmen. Shall I help? It's Karen... I need some clean clothes for my mother. Yes... If you want a chat I'm in the nurses' station. She needs a shower. If I could have a towel... Have two. Up you get...
My tummy hurts so badly... - Have you eaten at all today? - No. I promise I'll try. Come on, I'll wash your hair. Yes... I threw up on it. Sit down. Let's see... - Did you bring me anything? - I came straight from the salon. - You're such a cow. - Will you take this-- You promised to bring me something. I mustn't give you anything while you're on medicine. - That's not your concern. - No, but it's not allowed. - You should do what I tell you. - Mum, let go. Let go! There's nothing special about a bloody ladies' hairdresser. Groping the hair of strangers for money. Nobody rates you. Relax, Mum. Mum, we've got to wash your hair. You can have a smoke afterwards. The kingdom of God does not come in observable form. We could not say "Look, here it is!" or "Look! There it is!" The kingdom of God is in your midst or inside you.
- The Gospels may be understood-- - How primitive! The gospels may be understood both ways. No, no, no. No! God only exists as a concept. We are guilty. You are guilty. The sisters point out that you can cancel for less than three. Thank you. - Communion's off. - What, cancelled? - Yes, you could've had a lie-in. - Never mind, we'll go training. You could go to the stadium with them and get some exercise. No, there's a swimming pool at the hotel. I think they spend most of their time in the restaurant, anyway. - Don't you know anyone around here? - Oh, I won't be here that long. - What about your fellow students? - They're dispersed far and wide. Your wife was kind. She was one of the only ones who ever talked to me. At the seminary. They let me do my last three months there because I'd helped in the prison chapel. What... did you go to prison for? Junk. Robbery. I did three Seven-Elevens. A video store.
Two garages, two drug stores, and the Royal Oak Hotel. That's where they busted me. - Are you out of it now? - Yes. I couldn't bring myself to go on the game or steal from ordinary people. That's why it got so dramatic with a balaclava and a butcher's knife and stuff. Now I have God. Yes. - Are you married? - No. But I go to Italian lessons. Will you come next time? There's plenty of room. Strange you should ask. The receptionist at the hotel asked me the same thing. Jørgen Mortensen? Yes, he is very helpful. Dad? - I'm sorry I was like that. - Just like your mother. She may have been a great singer, but she was a lousy human being. Callous. You take after her. - I've no clean clothes. - I put some in your cupboard. Don't forget the rum truffles. - Dad? - What is it this time? If it's all right, I'd like a change now and then. - So would I.
- Evening classes or something. Don't be cheeky! No... But I'd like to start Italian. - You're too stupid to learn it. - Mum managed. She was Italian. That's different. Its only once a week. The council arranges it. Is it mixed? Yes... no, I think it's mainly women. That sounds fucking disgusting. I'm going next time. If you go, we no longer know each other. - I would like a ticket to Italy. - I would like a ticket to Italy. - Bravo, Halvfinn. - Thanks. Jørgen Mortensen... would you like to ask for a ticket to Italy, too? I would like... a docket... - A ticket to Italy... - ...a ticket to Italy. You have improved. Bravo. Thank you. Let us hear the ladies... Read my lips... I would like a ticket to Italy. Please.
- Thank you very much! - Please very much. Ah, we have a new student. Signorina, what's your name? What's your name? Olympia. Good evening, Signorina Olympia. Good evening, Signorina Olympia. You'll get the hang of it. Right, here we are in Italy. - At the hotel. Repeat! - At the hotel. I would like a room. Lise? I would like a room. Beautiful, beautiful, like your peaches and cream complexion. - Thank you. - Peaches and cream, he said. I would like a room with a view of the city... Halvfinn? A room with a view of the city. The city... the people... The sound of the fountains... of the church bells... Kirsten... Venice. A room with a double bed. Understand? I understand.
I would like a room with a view of the city and a double bed... A room with a double pizza. No, sorry, a double patty. Marcello, Marcello, what's up? Marcello, what's happening? I'll call an ambulance! Call an ambulance! I'm a nurse. Get out of the bloody way! Marcello... - Marcello... - The ambulance has come. Is it your first Italian lesson, too? No... It is in loneliness that God seems farthest away. - And in grief... Jørgen Mortensen? Just a moment... I was just refilling our Icelandic guest's minibar. - It was empty again. - Fine... I haven't been updated on the stadium restaurant. - About Halvfinn? - Yes. When does he leave? I gave him a warning. A very serious warning. And he said he'd do something about his hair. - That wasn't what we agreed. - But we've known him so long--
He is to be dismissed. Immediately. Good evening. - Can I help you with your key cards? - We'll manage. Oh, they can be tricky. But God is here in compassion, in friendship. Between us. Inside us. In love. In every movement. In the arm you slip around the waist of your beloved. Hello. - Do you have an appointment? - No, I just want this bit off. Ok. Shall I just take an inch all round? No, just the front. - A uniform trim looks nicer. - But you're not giving me one. No. If you'll sit by the sink... What do I have to wear this thing for? Thank you. Is this all right? - It's too hot, right? - No. You've got really thick hair. Just a moment... - Mum...
- I'm sorry. - Come out back. - I'm sorry. You're so clever, so nice and tidy. If you sit down I'll... Shall I call the doctor? I think you'd better call an ambulance. Yes. - You're in early. - Yes. Have you seen the tables? - Excuse me. - I've rearranged them a bit. Just the 10 cm that changes the way the light falls. - You haven't been to the hairdresser. - I have. I just haven't been cut. - Have you tried our new sorbet? - No. - I've got to-- - Hey, Giulia... - A Cup Final Special! - Just a moment! I've got to talk to you. - Is something up? - Yes. - Is it serious? - Yes. - Gone impotent, have you? - Yes.
I haven't slept with a girl for four years. Four years? Not since that Christmas. The Friday before Christmas. Four years ago. - What about that chambermaid? - I couldn't do it. She was even in uniform. Well, an apron. No. What about that goalie? From the women's handball team? You were in her room... No. I couldn't with her, either. Do you know what you can do? If you can do anything? Get back on your horse... Thanks for the advice, Finn. Here is your ice cream. Beautiful! You just need to find the right girl. Do you mind repeating that? Don't put your teaspoon on the tablecloth, you pig! Hey, Ronlev! Ciao! - Your Italian night, right? - Yes, it's Wednesday. - You only go to pick up the broads. - Sure I go, Birger.
Sugar, till, the other till... Cake, cake... Lights. When you sin in advertantly... Destroy without meaning to... And you don't think you have a right to mercy... - Hello. I started last time. - Welcome to the class, Andreas. This is Halvfinn. I told you about him. Andreas is staying at the Scandic until the vicarage is vacant. He's the temporary minister. Hello. Can you all understand what I'm saying? Yes, we... Right. My name is Ulrik. You've no blackboard here? I'm the one in the side building. I teach the stoneware class and ceramic jewellery. I expect you've heard about us. Both classes are oversubscribed. Marcello Merconledi isn't coming back. He didn't make it. He was an extremely good colleague and a very nice teacher. - Will our course be cancelled? - The council is looking for a tutor. But it's difficult, and there are only seven of you. - Yes, for now!
- The minimum is eight. I'd love to have you in my classes, but I am so much in demand. And you don't teach Italian. No, that's true. I think you should quietly pack your bags and go to your homes and see which way the wind blows. Finn? - Would your class like this? - Thank you, that's very kind. - I'm sorry. - You don't need any help, right? - Thank you. - It's a cinnamon wheel. I had to cut it in half to get it into the box. Dad? I may not be able to do Italian after all. The class is probably going to be cancelled. And I probably couldn't learn it anyway. Though I'd really like to. And maybe we wouldn't quarrel so much if I got out a bit. I went this evening, actually. I know you don't like... I'm sorry, dad, but I think it's actually a very good course. Someone even took a cake. Me, actually. Closed? No, come on in. I owe you a cut. Come on, then. I'll take a little to start with. You can say if you want more.
Fair enough. The hairdresser's... Yes... I'll come at once. Goodbye. I'm sorry, but I've got to go. So if you would go, too... No... You must. That's lousy style. I'm sorry. Thanks. I'll manage. Mum? We've put your mother into a single room. Number 73. - Was she disturbing the others? - It's for her own sake. - Why restrict her morphine now? - We're not restricting it. We're keeping her out of pain now. Thank you. Is it empty? No. Is that morphine? They haven't turned it up enough. I've got something to tell you. What's that? Turn it up first. It's not allowed.
You're trembling... trembling as if you had a fever. Are you sick? I'm not sick, Erwin. I'm just scared. Okay I'll see what I can do. I'll go to him and ask him to forgive me. Feel better now? Much better. Only if you really do it and only if it helps. -You want something? -l, er... Keep staring at me and I'll carve you into little pieces. Beat it, you stupid cow! Baby dear, what are you doing? You should be in bed. Irene woke me up. Did he turn up? Don't cry. I'm not. what's the matter, then? I sat down here, and it just came over me. Don't worry. You know what I do when I'm feeling down? I go to Soul Frieda. -who's that? -Come on. I'll show you. Do you like him? That's one of the guys who beat me up last night. I like him anyway. Once I dreamed I was walking in a cemetery and suddenly I noticed something strange.
The inscriptions on the graves were not like those I knew. Usually you see "Born 1918, died 1968" or "Born 1927, died 1975" But the dates on these graves read: 1970-72, or 1965-66, or 1954-57. No one here seemed to have been older than a couple of years. Some were even younger. Some were just a few days old: "February 18 to March 11", or "May 19 to June 5", others only a few hours. while I'm trying to figure out why this cemetery is so strange I suddenly see a very old man in front of me. He's the gardener. I ask him, how he became so old when everyone else there died so young. He laughs, shakes his head and says "No. You're mistaken." "The dates are not the duration of people's lives" "But the time they had a true friend." what a sad dream. A very sad dream. Yes, Zora, it's a very sad dream. Maybe I didn't dream it after all. Maybe I heard it or read it somewhere. what does it matter? -what's the weather like outside? -l beg your pardon. what's the weather like? is it raining or is it not raining? is the sun shining or is the sun not shining? I haven't been outside in months. But believe me, you know nothing.
No one falls for the fairy tale that there's a "real life" in a "real world" and that "real life" is more important than loving. what does it matter? I know we don't really have a chance whatever might have become of us if we'd had the chance. -Oh, won't you sit down? -why, I...? You look so lost and unhappy standing there like that. Maybe she really is unhappy. Maybe she is. Maybe she is unhappy. She's very lonely. Everybody's lonely. That's how it should be. If you're sad, you have no time to think. Elvira was a very beautiful woman after she had her operation. -Cancer? -No. Not an illness. She just had everything cut off down there. That can't be the reason she's unhappy. She was probably always a woman deep down inside. No, she wasn't. That's the trouble. She just did it without any real reason without any psychological motives. I don't think she was even gay. Am I right, baby? You weren't gay when you went to Casablanca? No, that's why it was so terrible at first. I had to exist. when men felt me up in the bars where l was a hostess.
what else could I have done? I was alive, and I had to go on living. I felt ashamed with every one of them. And the trouble is, when they notice you're ashamed they do it all the more touching you up and so forth. I like it when men feel me up. They're so awkward when they try to be tender that it's kind of nice, too. Anyway all men are lovely. Him and him and him. And especially if they have a dick that hasn't shrivelled up. More and more men can't get it up anymore. It's like an epidemic. -would you like a drink? -Yes, please. It took quite a few years, and it cost me a great effort. But I managed it even if it was hard. I had to learn how men smell, and not to think that they stank and be nauseated by it. what, in expressive terms, I regard as my body if I can be aware of it in another form, is in fact my will. Or, my body is the objectivization of my will. Or, apart from it being a concept of my imagination my body is merely my will. One day I woke up with pains in my back. I didn't worry about them and the pains went away. But they came back again, worse than before and were even worse the next time. One day I woke up and couldn't move. I lay there paralyzed. They said it was rheumatism said they could do nothing about it because it was all psychosomatic. Maybe... That was all. Just now you were talking about having a chance. If a person is paralyzed suddenly, overnight and not alone that you can't just leave him lying there alone before he's stopped breathing.
On the contrary, it's quite normal for people to stop breathing without anyone noticing. And hardly anyone gets the kind of chance I mean. Take me. I spent eight years in a loony bin. Eight years, ma'am as a madman among madmen. And what happened? They straightened me out so that I don't behave so oddly and frighten little kids. But the one thing that might have helped... Forget it. Nothing doing. "Sorry, we can't recommend psychoanalysis in your case... "because you're an orphan, Mr. Miller." -Are you okay? -Yes. But my greatest fear is that, one day, I'll find words... to express my feelings. For when I do... ls that her? I don't know. Can't you remember anything? Let's go, Zora. I'm afraid. Afraid? -Of what? -Of... That's just it. I can't find words that make sense. It's as if my head were full of clogged-up pipes. Let's go, Zora. Let's get out of here. Baby... we came here specially. It was your idea. You wanted to find out about your past.
Be sensible... and have a tiny little bit of faith in yourself. we all have to. Maybe. Not maybe. For sure. Just look at the walls you were behind for 14 years. It's a... building with very thick walls, isn't it? The nun over there... Be careful! is that her? Could be... I'm not sure. Then I'll go ask her. Excuse me. Are you Sister Gudrun? Yes, I'm Sister Gudrun. Can I help you? No, not me. But there's somebody outside that you once knew. He could do with some help maybe. Please. Elvira... this is Sister Gudrun. Hello, Sister Gudrun. I'm... I'm Erwin weisshaupt. Do you...remember me? Erwin weisshaupt? I remember a boy by that name, yes. I've ruined my life, Sister. My own life. Nobody ruins his own life. It's the order man creates for himself that's his downfall.
And God? God can't be that cruel. Rather He doesn't exist. Little Erwin. I remember you. I remember you very well. I tried to give you my love. You're unhappy? Yes. Elvira came to ask about her childhood. She has no memories of it and misses them. Do you really believe you need to remember it? You really think so? Yes, I do. Maybe you're right. Sometime during the last war Anita weisshaupt secretly gave birth to a son. Shortly afterwards, she brought her baby here to the orphanage and gave it for adoption. The child was christened Erwin and all the sisters loved him. He was a quiet child which they found agreeable, so they said he was a good boy. Even in the worst days after the war they made sure that the child always had enough to eat. Rather too much than too little. In return, the sisters expected him to love them. Each one individually and each one most. The child was, therefore, forced to learn to lie... for he soon found out that, the more he told the nuns what they wanted to hear, the better he was treated. He mastered this system of rewarded lies so well that no one noticed how the quiet child turned into a sad one. Erwin was a gifted pupil at school. Learning was no great effort for him. But after 18 months many things changed for him. A couple who wanted to adopt a child grew attached to him.
They invited him to their home and occupied themselves with him. It was like heaven on earth for him. Then, after long deliberation they applied to adopt Erwin. They showed trust and patience for him and love as well. He was as quiet as ever. But inwardly he was overjoyed. There were no words to describe this feeling, the trembling of a soul about to fulfill a sacred yearning. As a matter of form, his mother was asked to confirm her decision to release Erwin for adoption. I went to see Anita weisshaupt. The moment she opened the door I saw a strange fear in her eyes. And when I spoke of Erwin her expression of fear intensified. I realized she had managed to forget her own child. And I knew how terrible that must have been for her. She drew me into a room and shut the door behind us. The apartment rang with the cries of children. Her husband had returned from captivity though she had heard nothing from him in years. In the meantime, she had had three more children by him. But still he treated her badly and she lived in fear of him. She was trembling and pale and a terrible thought occurred to me. Had she been married to this man when she gave birth to Erwin? when I asked her, the look of terror in her eyes was so great I thought her head would burst. She clutched at her heart as she nodded "yes" sensing rather than knowing the true import of her answer and the fundamental nature of the lie she had been living. It meant that Erwin whoever his father may have been had been born in wedlock and was a legitimate child who could not be adopted without the husband's consent. Anita took a deep breath closed her eyes, shook her head and said in a voice so painfully clear and final that my heart sank. No, she would not allow the child to be adopted since she did not want her husband ever to know of its existence. She actually used the words "that child" and "my husband". There was nothing more one could do to help her. From then on, the young couple stopped coming to see Erwin and he was never invited to their home again.
He waited for weeks without ever asking why probably fearing what the answer might be. His yearning was so great that hope lingered longer than reason would allow. So long, in fact, that it began to smoulder in his head. Erwin was seized by a fever that no doctor could cure. They said the child would die unless some miracle occurred. whatever it was, the miracle came about. The fever vanished, as it had appeared, without apparent reason. But the consuming fire continued to burn within him. Erwin became a different person. Nothing interested him anymore. His whole being changed. He began to steal things things he could have had anyway. And he became unaccountable no longer predictable for the nuns. And in the same unthinking way as they had thought they loved him, they now began to fear the child. In the end, they hated him. For years, Erwin lived in a kind of hell made worse by the fact that he was despised for having learned to survive in this hell and even savor its horrors. Sister Mathilda! Sister Francisca! You can help, too. It's all right now. You may go. Take him home and make sure he does himself no harm. And one fine summer evening an old woman came to their cottage carrying a heavy load of firewood. And she asked the mother whether her children could help her carry the wood into the forest. The mother said a prayer for she didn't trust the old woman and the children had always been forbidden to go into the woods. So the old woman put a curse on the cottage and its occupants. Because I love you... Sleep, baby. Go on, Zora and I'll fall asleep. Please, please go on.
One day... the parents went to market in the town. Again they forbade the children under threat of punishment, to go into the forest. But as life will have it no sooner had the parents disappeared over the horizon when magic powers drew the children into the woods powers that were stronger than any threat of punishment. They came to a clearing and there before them stood the old woman. The children turned in fear to flee from the old witch but she cackled hideously and uttered a magic spell and the children froze in their tracks. She cackled again and transformed the little boy into a mushroom and his sister into a snail. Soon night fell and the children were afraid of what their parents would say. Then the little girl, the snail told her brother she was hungry. And he, the mushroom allowed her to eat of him. So she bit a little piece off the mushroom and her brother cried, "You've bitten off my right ear!" His sister wept and had a guilty conscience. But soon she was hungry again and he let her eat a little more. And he said, "Sister, this time you bit off my left foot." Hands up, Christoph! Cut it out, Elvira! We've no time for games like that. We must go. Come on! How often have I tried to get you a job in movies? But no, you're not interested. Do you know what you are? You're a lard-ass! How many women have I met since I've been with you? I don't know why I stay with you. Out of pity.
What else? You've clung to me like a leech for six years. No initiative. No will of your own. I'm wasting my life with you. Gen. Augusto Pinochet Commander-in-Chief of the military, and President of Chile... since he rose to power in 1973. Since then, Chile has been transformed, his supporters say from a state of chaos to one of order and discipline. -Don't you have a key? -lf you lock it from the inside! God! What's up here? Tell me where you've come from... and on foot. I told them to drop me at the railroad crossing. I never know with you. -At 5 o'clock in the morning. -Why not? With the baker's daughter? That's none of your business, Jean. To interpret it as part of a childhood that one can't regard as a childhood in the normal sense. There are quite different I'm here to tell you it's all over between us. You said so yourself before I left. I know exactly what I'm doing. -You know exactly? -Yes. What are you waiting for then? Beat it! Jean, that's enough, okay? I'm exhausted.
And I have to get up again. Are you crazy? Are you out of your mind? Every morning, the prisoners sang the national anthem. "Beloved fatherland, you'll be either the grave of liberty "or a refuge for the oppressed. " What are you standing around for? -You can't keep doing this to me. -lt's none of your business. If you'd stayed up there, you wouldn't know what I was doing. Do you really believe that? That's the least... I'll leave when it suits me. Why don't you go to sleep? The light's on half the night up there. Because I can't. I'm scared alone. When my parents divorced I was six. I went to live with my mother, and I had to learn to relate to one particular person. Do you fear failing in your private relationships? What do you mean "fear"? I'm always failing. Less prominent supporters of Allende became the victims of the newly formed secret police, the DlNAH. Often a simple arrest would end in death. I want my freedom again. I want... I want to go out on Saturday and Sunday. I don't want you visiting my parents anymore. I hope, through my stories to change myself, as far as it lies within my power. But change is a strange thing. We change ourselves much more slowly than we think. Oh no!
What do you want now? You're always at my heels. In December 1977, General Pinochet held a plebiscite. The question addressed to Chileans was: "Are you prepared, in view of international aggression against... "the government of your fatherland... "to support Gen. Pinochet in defending the honor of Chile?" The government equated a "no" vote practically with high treason. I don't want to see you anymore. Understand? I'm fed up with you and your stupid movies. Get out of my life! Have I done anything to you? What have you been doing to me for six years? Because I love you. I don't love you anymore. It's all over. You mean nothing to me now. I'm looking for the key. I'm going. Because I love you. What drives you to make so many pictures? It must be a special kind of insanity. Life seemed dreadful, but I still found myself interesting. Now it's the other way round. I know that life's wonderful, but that I'm excluded from it. You were lucky. You were loved. Francoise loved you. I loved you.
Many more women will love you. -You really loved me? -Oh yes. In my private life, everything could change this evening. I hope it may. If nothing were to happen... if I don't meet someone tonight or tomorrow or the day after... everything will go on as it is. I won't force myself to change it. Nor would I force myself to keep it the same. The general missed no opportunity to express his contempt for parliamentary democracy: "Chile needs neither politicians nor political parties. "lt needs Chileans, and a Chilean to lead them forward. " Anton Saitz, Broker A beer and a shot of bitters. -You know I stand here every day? -No. How could you? But it's true. Every day from ten in the morning to six at night for 17 months. Isn't that remarkable? Believe me, it is remarkable. I looked up at the 16th floor 8 hours a day, 5 days a week for a year and five months. -Does that surprise you? -No. I knew it would. It surprises everyone. The idea's compelling. You must listen when I talk to you! -But I... -Nothing but excuses. I know. Did you know... the owner has his office on the 16th floor?
-No. -There you are. Believe me, he does. He owns the whole building. Saitz is his name. First name's Anton. Saitz... with an "ai". He hates it when people spell his name wrong. I know that... but you don't know how I know. You don't know much at all. But I'll tell you... although I don't know why I should tell you. I used to work for this guy Saitz. Until 17 months ago... I worked for him. Till 17 months ago. Then he threw me out. Overnight. Since then I've been standing here, looking up there... from 10 till 6. Can you guess why he fired me? -l don't think so. -l couldn't either. It's so weird, nobody would ever guess. I have cancer. It's true, kidney cancer. Believe me. And Saitz can't stand having sick people around him. He can afford to indulge his whims. He can afford anything he wants. Don't you believe what I'm saying? You can believe me. There are plenty of tales about him:
how he got the money to build blocks like that. All the pieces of the puzzle fit together. It all started when he was in a concentration camp. He was just a kid then, but he survived the war with his head full of a dream called America. His journey to the New world ended in the Frankfurt station area where he made his first pile with small-time racketeering in the "meat" trade, I'm told. The details seem to have been forgotten. -Meat trading? -That's right. -Forgotten? -Because it's not important. Some people look at it that way. Others want nothing to do with it. And suddenly you're interested in unimportant details. But that's not uncommon. In my story, this guy... Anton Saitz, with an "ai" invested his ill-gotten gains in a whorehouse which he soon takes over completely and runs with an iron hand in the way he'd learned in the concentration camp. A brothel run on the lines of a concentration camp. The whole set-up functions perfectly. Saitz gets richer and richer, earns so much money... that he can buy his first building, an old place, which he tears down. He builds a new one. He's on his way up... to the 16th story of this building from where he rules many people and many things. Thank you. You have cut me to the quick. Don't forget... Saitz with "ai" 16th floor. Everything okay? Sorry. Could you give me a light, please?
I'm sitting around here and don't know where to get a light. Otherwise, just pretend I'm not here... Thanks. -would you like one? -No, thanks. Are you going to hang yourself? . Naturally. Do you mind? Does this building belong to you? No, I just wanted to eat here. would you like something to eat? I have some bread and cheese and a bottle of red wine with me but no corkscrew. Give me the bottle. I'll open it. Thanks. It's an old story with the red wine and the French bread and cheese almost a bit sentimental when I think about it. But what would life be without sentiment? Pretty sad, I'd say. It all started with cheese. Meat nauseated Anton. we were in meat trading at the time. Anton couldn't stand the smell of dead animals because of the blood in particular. He stopped eating meat overnight. That's how it all started. It's as simple as that, you see? is the wine good? Fine, thanks. why... I mean, why? -why I want to hang myself?
. -Yes. I don't want to let things go on being real because I perceive them. what things? Feelings, for instance, or pictures, letters, memories rocks, laid and forgotten at the moment of death, in an awareness of pain the universe, Solaris... the world of viruses... -Things in general, you understand? -No... That's exactly what I mean: your negation as an example of the seemingly effective principle of the power to negate. Maybe you're right. But that doesn't change things for me. I tried to put an end to my life once, too because it just caused me pain and revolted me made me feel deep down inside an incurable loathing of myself. I'd just come back from Casablanca. A certain person had forced me into oblivion someone who merely had to smile his smile once too often. By pure chance, believe it or not however incredible it may sound my life was saved. My ego was forced to learn to put up with me to bear the unbearable. If you want to know the moral worth of people as a whole and in general just look at their fate as a whole and in general: nothing but shortcomings, misery, anguish, death. There is an eternal justice and were they not so worthless, in general their fate would not, in general, be so sad. we can, therefore, say: the world itself is the Day of Judgement. But it would be a great misunderstanding to see that as a negation of the will to live to see suicide as an act of negation. Far from it: the negation of the will to exist is a bold affirmation of the will since negation means renouncing not life's sufferings but its joys. The suicide wants life and simply rejects the conditions under which he experiences it. The suicide does not renounce the will to live; he renounces life by destroying the manifestation of his own life. I think you'd better do it now. I don't mind if you watch. Excuse me, I...
Can't you hear me? Hey, listen! You almost scared the life out of me. why didn't you say anything? The old trick, eh? Trying to make me think I'm hard of hearing. Here! Did my husband send you? All he has in his head are my ears. No. I don't even know your husband. It's just that... somebody's hanged himself down there. what was that? A man just hanged himself! On the floor below! You don't have to shout. It happens every few weeks with so many empty offices. -Oh, in that case... -Precisely. One other thing: I'm... looking for Mr. Saitz's office. Last door at the end. Thanks. You knocked? Yes, I'd like to speak to Mr. Anton Saitz. Sorry, ma'am, Mr. Saitz is in conference. Mr. Saitz is usually in conference. You understand? Yes, of course. It's just that... lt's as if I had sawdust between my ears. You don't take me seriously, do you?
I know I cut a ridiculous figure. Of course I'm ridiculous. It's just that... I was so wrapped up in myself. In my mind, you know. You talk and talk, and think your thoughts and in the end you forget to think. That's why... for me, at least... it would be... fairly crucial for me to see him. That's why... But you... Excuse me... You... Do you know him... personally? Anton? why yes, of course. I know Anton Saitz. If you know him... then maybe you know one of the passwords. Then I could take you to him. But only if you know one of the passwords. Passwords? I don't know any passwords. we knew each other a long time ago. An eternity. In another life almost. How funny that sounds: "ln another life." Then I suppose I'd better be going. -l'm sorry, but... -A password, you said? Yes, that's how he screened himself off in the past. -when he opened his whorehouse. -what?
-He opened a whorehouse? -Of course. And? Jeez! without any "and"? My God. Let me think. wait a minute... A thousand times... A thousand... No, that's not enough, it was... "Bergen-Belsen." That's it! "Bergen-Belsen." why didn't you say that right away? Come in! That's code 1A. "Bergen-Belsen" works in every situation. It's the only password that's never changed. with "Bergen-Belsen" you can even disturb him when he's screwing. That's no joke. That's usually the worst thing you can do to him. He's peculiar in that respect. Doesn't anyone work here anymore? No, not for ages now. That's how it is. It used to be a madhouse here. Those were the days! we used to buy up old apartment blocks and evict the tenants. It was damned tough sometimes... believe me... but we managed it.
My God! Then we demolished the old rat traps and built new ones high-rise mostly. we sold them for a good profit. Great, huh? Oh, we had our share of troubles, too. People are envious but the city was on our side. The police chief's a friend of his. The mayor, too, in those days and some of the dudes on the city council. The plan itself wasn't his. That already existed. Resolutions and decisions had already been made. He just did the dirty work for those who made the decisions but who wanted to keep their hands clean and be re-elected. Power's more important... to them than money, which they allowed others to pocket... like us, for example. -And now? -l don't know enough about... economic trends, inflation and all that crap. So I can't really explain what I'm telling you. But right now, foreclosure seems to be... the business with a big future. Sounds strange, but as you said the things are done by others and decisions are made at the top for those down below. And we just execute things that others are interested in. I certainly didn't say that. But if you heard it that way. How long have you known him? I told you. An eternity. were you in the business? I mean, you mentioned a whorehouse. No, no. It wasn't business. It was... I mean, I... I was in love with him.
In love? with Anton Saitz? Does that surprise you? Nobody loves Anton Saitz. Nobody. He doesn't want to be loved. Disappointed? No. Not at all. On the contrary. It's just that... Laugh at me if you like. It's just that I... what? I... Tell me... which one is it? Please. -Didn't you just say? -l know. lt was true. Go ahead and laugh. It's funny, I know. It's your business. The skinny guy in the tennis outfit. Anton Saitz. S for salt, A for Auschwitz, I for l, T for time, Z for Zora. -Smolik! -Here, sir! -what's been keeping you? -Sorry, sir. There was a lady with code 1A. Bergen-Belsen?
That's right, sir. Didn't you let her in? Sure I did. Anyone who knows code 1A is in like Flynn. Come in. So you know code 1A? You... won't remember me anymore. It's been a long time. I'm Erwin. Sorry... I have an old picture of me. You really don't remember. Yes, yes... Somehow... there was something with... Erwin? I'll think of it. But let's do our dance first. -Turn it on. -Yes, sir! It'll come back to me. -Smolik! -Yes, sir? what is this, anyway? A girls' boarding school, kid. what do they all want of me? A party to celebrate your arrival. I don't want a party. I don't want a party! I don't want one. we're not making any exceptions for you! No, no, no.
I want to march in the front now. You can't march in front. But I want to! Go ahead and march, then! Not bad for the beginning. Erwin. I'm sorry. Let's do the finale! Quick! Elvira. Now I've got it! I didn't have such a good memory. Hey, you're really splitting your seams. You're fat. That comes from drinking. That doesn't matter. Most people have grown fat nowadays. It's great, boys! It's mind blowing. Real meschugge. She used to be a boy by the name of Erwin. Am I right? One fine day he boards a plane, flies to Casablanca... and has his dick cut off. Just like that. And because of me. It's true, isn't it? what times they were. And now you're back. Just like that. You haven't changed a bit.
Stubborn as a mule. Cost what it may. Maybe you're right. But I came because I gave an interview. I told them a lot of stories from the past about you. I don't know why. It just happened. Anyway, I thought I had to apologize, and... Forget it. People write so much crap about me. If I were to get upset every time... My God. The main thing is they get my name right. Saitz with "ai". -That's what's important, isn't it? -Sure, boss. That's right. Shut your trap. You were the one who made the good coffee like my grandma used to make. That was you, wasn't it? Sure it was you. why don't we go to your place, and you can make some coffee? is there no raid today? Not today, boss, tomorrow. How come? Only Monday, wednesday and Friday. Today's Tuesday. Those were your orders. I'm sorry. It's okay. Get in the car.
You must excuse my place for being in such a mess... Oh Lord, it can't be true! what a laugh! what's so funny? He bet me you would say that. About your place being in a mess. They all do. Come on, then. Here, boss. 20 marks. Braun and Kuhlmann can go. You stay here. Yes, sir! That takes the cake. I'll go into the kitchen. Make yourself comfortable. Big tall stranger. Hello... strange and beautiful woman. I almost didn't see you. Because I'm so small. Besides, I haven't eaten anything for days and I've shrunk. Elvira locked me in by mistake. Glad to meet you. I'm Red Zora. Hello. I'm Anton Saitz. with an "ai". Really? Then it was because of you that Elvira...back then? No, it can't be. why not? Because of you she went to Casablanca? You wouldn't have thought it of me?
Sure, but... are you really the guy? I reckon so. Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I've always wanted to meet you, so you could spit on me. You want me to spit on you? Three times, please. Over my left shoulder, please. Three times over your? Over my left shoulder. It brings luck. when a guy like you spits, it brings a girl luck. I always wanted to know how it was with Elvira back then. we worked together, that's all. Small-time things, like meat. There were five of us, with Erwin and me. He used to look at me so strangely, and one day I asked him why. He said he loved me. I laughed and said that would be fine... if only he were a girl. And he laughed as well. That's all there was. And then it happened. That was all. -Are you going out? -No. I'm reading Kafka's The Castle. Do you like it? Of course. But it's a bit scary. Irene! Marie-Ann!
Daddy! Elvira! what's up? Have you gone crazy? Sit down with us, Daddy. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. -would you like something to eat? -No, thanks. -But a glass of red wine? -Yes, please. Are you all right? -why do you ask? -l don't know. I want you both to be happy. I'm so fond of you, Daddy. -Really? -Yes, really. -Did you go see that man? -Naturally. And what happened? I begged his pardon. what did he say? He forgave me. -Eat your food, dear. -l don't want anymore, Mom. Tell her to eat. Children have to eat. See. Your father says so, too. Very well, I'll become as fat as a barrel just to please you.
Nonsense. It's okay, Daddy. Daddy... what do you say? I want to stay here in Frankfurt... but Mom says I must stand on my own feet and study in Munich. Your mother knows you better. I... I've been wearing men's clothes quite a lot lately. I tried to find work in my old trade... which I used to like. I can't go on living like this. I see no reason to go on living. I would so much like to be with you two again... to be together as we never were properly before. You know I've always liked you... and still do. And I always will... be fond of you. -But... -Don't go on, Irene. I know you have to say it's too late. And I... Yes, Elvira. It is too late. Daddy! Once upon a time, there was a very nice man who came from Swabia. He looked like a benign old uncle. Although he was thin-lipped, nobody seemed to notice. His lips were pursed and looked like a cupid's bow. Everyone would say about him: "Look what a noble man this is. "How good he is. what a benign person he is." And he was always around whenever there was some event, or a great celebration, or some terribly sad day. Every year... in the sad month of November the Swabians gathered to commemorate a terrible war in their history. The man appeared before them looked deep into their eyes
and said: "You must be contrite "because your war was unjust. "You were wicked. "On the last day of the war you executed three men "who were against the war. They were the good men. "Now you must go in sackcloth and ashes. "Let us bow our heads in honor of... "those three resistance fighters." Then a tiny, elderly man appeared and said: "You, sir, are a very nice person. But tell me... "You were present yourself as a judge "and as a public prosecutor... "and helped condemn those men to death. You are also guilty." And the nice man replied: "what's that?" And he considered and said: "l don't remember." There's a strange man in the house. Nonsense. Sorry... to disturb you. I cut my hair off today and went out onto the street. And my hair... And I put on these shoes. But I didn't know where to go. and I happened... to come by your place and I thought I'd just come up. I wanted to talk to someone.
-lt's pretty late. -lt's after eleven. It's after eleven. You have to get up early tomorrow and drive. I have to get up early and drive. Yes, I understand. I have my life and other people have theirs. It's my stupid head that makes me forget. Nonsense, Elvira. Your head's not stupid. There's nothing stupid about your head. I know I'm not basically stupid. There's just something in my head that makes me feel... paralyzed sometimes. we've discussed that already. is it no better? No, it's not better. Just look at my hair. I've cut my hair off. I'm so sorry for you that you don't like me like this. A few hairs don't make any difference. -Nobody will notice. -Oh yes they will. I know that better than you do. Everyone stares at my hair, but I can't bear the sight of it. well, if you will keep looking at it... I'd like so much to talk to you. I felt so well when we did that interview. My pains were better for weeks afterwards. well, I suppose I could come and drink a beer with you. Oh, that would be nice. You told me to remind you to get to bed earlier.
That's right. If I go out now, I won't get home till late. And I have to drive the car early tomorrow, you see? Yes... I see. Goodnight, Elvira. Maybe some other time. Goodnight. Happiness? What is happiness? Of course I'm not happy. There's no such thing as happiness. It is the quest... the process that's exciting... not the outcome...happiness. That can't be exciting. I invent the pains to find out what normal life's about. I'm not sure... but maybe that's what people call masochism Although I don't believe it is. I think it just helps to create a clearer picture of myself. I like to reconstruct the conversations I used to have when I was 20 or so and talked to people, to customers. And I thought... it must be possible to solve the problems. If I were... say, Adenauer, I could go to Moscow and talk to them and then the prisoners would be released. I have a quite different yearning now. It was so hard to conform to situations I was forced into, or I forced myself into. It makes no difference. Maybe I'd like to... I don't know. Maybe I'd like to go back to Anton or to Irene... Get dressed, Sybille. we're going to Elvira's. -l have a nasty feeling. -why? Just a feeling.
what can I say? The yearning for Anton is something you hide from or something I hide from. With Christoph it was different. I tried to give him what I didn't get from Anton. And I thought, maybe... I could give it to Christoph. But it didn't work out. I have to search you for weapons first. Giving him so much that he'd have some... to give back to me. That may sound calculating, but it isn't. Maybe it's... what one calls love. I don't know. Irene and I... -ls she there? -How do I know? A kind of escape. Our relationship wasn't entirely clear. It was an urge to get away from the situation we were in. That was the main thing. That's how we came together. And the bonding agent... lf you make soup too thin, you use some flour to thicken it. Marie-Ann was a kind of a catalyst, too. I don't really know what it is... love... From father? I always needed it, but I rejected the word. Yes, I think I have the key. I'll be right over. Marie-Ann... plays a role, of course but maybe not so much for me as for Irene. Anton had his meat business and all kinds of strange deals.
I don't want... to talk much about that. Mom, I think something's happened to Daddy. Someone phoned to say he doesn't open the door. Shall I take the key and have a look? Everyone says Anton's a swine. An idealistic swine. I don't know what you say. But it didn't affect me because I had to cope... with this feeling earlier. Later, it didn't interest me anymore. Earlier, I reacted differently, too. I put up with a lot of things on account of Anton. where do you think you're going? what's going on here? It seemed natural to me that Anton... was the stronger one, I the weaker. And he knew it. Naturally... he should have taken my side. Irene did. So why couldn't he? I don't know why you're asking me these questions. Daddy is dead. He didn't write. I waited and waited for him every day. But he didn't come. I'm sorry, ma'am. The swine. He could have written. But no swine ever learned to write. What could he have written? Mom, Daddy's dead.
He had to do his sums. That caused me a lot of suffering. Maybe it was right, what I did. I don't know. I can't say. Sorry, I have to search you for weapons. That's all right. I'm not sure. On the one hand, I was sure that... that it had to happen and that I wanted to die. On the other hand... I didn't know what life held in store for me. Life is... and held some kind of hope. And then again, things like comfort or maybe yearning. Maybe I was curious to experience... what those words really meant. And if I had really wanted to die. I don't know. lt probably came from the subconscious. Would I have written down my correct address? I can't explain why I did it now. If I had really wanted to die maybe I wouldn't have written it down. After the event... it's so hard to talk about these things. When I wrote down Irene's address... I wasn't thinking of anything at all. I just felt I had to fill out that registration form... Handsome stranger, the time will come one day when all my dreams become reality... THE PROCURER If you're as (stupid ? ) as you say, then why are you leaving? Well, I'm not leaving, my darling, I'm being shipped away! It's what they call "promotion". There's a favor I would ask of you. No problem.
It's partly for me, but mostly for Jocelyne. Relax, she knows about this. It's the reason we've had lunch together. So you could get acquainted. I'd like you to take care of her while I'm away. You'll find she's a very nice girl. Her problem is that she doesn't know anyone here. She'd be lost without you. If she needs anything at all, she can call me. You don't understand. I'm asking you to take her home with you... as a lodger. Robert, do I need to explain? But... you know... my place is really small ! Oh, but she takes up very little space. And what space she holds... she holds really, really well ! Isn't that true, my darling? Her problem is that she really needs to be taking care of someone to be happy. Come on, you don't really mean to say that Jocelyne and I... while you're away? Well, why not ? You'll enjoy the very special qualities of our friend here. Oh, Greg, please! Okay, lucky guy, I'm leaving you with the tab. I guess it's worth it! No, stay seated, I hate farewells. But don't forget, I'm leaving Jocelyne in your care while I'm away but I fully intend to have her back when I return, okay ? - Understood. - Ciao. Look around, Robert and tell me which woman you'd like to have at your place tonight.
Just you, Jocelyne! Of course, but... there, that one? She is very beautiful. What time would you like us to be at your home? For dinner? Oh, er, yes... for dinner. Dinner would be good. Let's say at eight? I just phoned our dear Countess. She had a hard time explaining away her little escapade. Especially given the state in which she returned! Well, that's her problem! Was she satisfied, at least? So much so, that she wants to see you... well, us, again. Out of the question! Once is fun, but twice? No. I'm counting on you in this, right? As you know, part of my mission is to prevent them from "breaking your balls", as you say. Do you think they're mother and daughter? The only way to know for sure is to ask them. Tell me, do you like them? They are charming. And you would want both, of course? If they really are mother and daughter, I'm afraid it will be difficult. Not a problem, my dear. Say, at nine? You are mad! Yes, madly in love with you! Go, leave me now.
Good evening, darling. Will you tell me what's going on already? Come in and I'll tell you everything. What is this place anyway? Have a little patience, my darling. I told you it was a surprise! Come, follow me. - This can't be true! - Yes it is! Let me introduce you to Edith, and her daughter Emilie. Good evening, Robert! Welcome to our home, and apologies for having you come here. We feel more comfortable here. And besides, it's proper for the ladies to be the hosts. So, nothing is impossible for you, sweetheart? All three of us are here for your pleasure. It's your favorite brand. Correct. You see, thanks to Jocelyne, we know everything about you. You are at home here. You ask, and we shall do as you please. They know everything about you. But you must also know of certain things especially about Emilie. Cheers to you, Emilie! Emilie is a virgin. Well... almost. She has never made love with a man. I'm very happy that you will be the first one to take her, Robert. And what does Emilie think of this? Since it has to happen some time, I would like it to be with you.
If you agree, of course. Emilie is young but she is already a woman. Look! And her legs. She knows a lot of things, and you can ask almost anything of her. Unless you'd prefer that Edith show the way? I've a feeling that wonderful things are going to happen in here. What do you think, Edith? Just ask, Robert. Just ask! I would really like Robert to take me now. Emilie is getting impatient, she would like you to take her now! It would be best if we moved to the bedroom. I want that one tonight, naked under her black raincoat. With black stockings and garters? Hi, beautiful. Doesn't work every time, does it? Lost your touch, maybe? Oh no I haven't. It still works ! Come in! Let me introduce you to Robert. And this is Nadine. Good evening, Nadine. Good evening. Please come in. Darling, it does still work, but there is a small problem. Really? Is she menstruating, perhaps? No sir, but I can't spend the entire night here.
She must return home fairly early. She has a jealous husband? Not yet. Well, actually, I am getting married tomorrow morning. At ten. Last evening as a bachelor? This calls for a party. Nadine, believe us. Jocelyne and I are going to outdo ourselves! Champagne! And music! Where is this Bhikhu? Sir, sir can I carry your luggage? How will you be able to pick it up? Go! I will carry it sir, otherwise you don't pay me. Go from here! Why are you troubling me? Madam, please tell sir, I am hungry for the past two days. Let him carry it daddy, he is hungry for the past two days. If he is hungry then give him half a penny. Sir, I will not take alms; I will work. Sir, please let me carry it. You will work hard. - Yes. Bhikhu, until you get well. . . .till then arrange for a servant for us. Sir, appoint me.
How will you be able to take care of such a big house? He will be able to take care of it sir. . . .I will take care of everything else he will do the small jobs. Will you? - Yes sir. I will sweep the place in the morning, prepare tea for you. I will heat up milk for younger madam.. . .then I will heat up water for your bath. Then I will massage your legs in the night. - Enough, enough, enough. Appoint him daddy. I could appoint him dear. . . .but what if he turns out to be like that too? How daddy? - No, nothing. Go and do your work. But do your work honestly. What happened? You broke my doll. Madam, I did not break it purposely. My hand brushed against it. Madam, please don't cry. . . .I will get you exactly a similar doll. Where will you get it from? This was my mother's memento. I will bring it for you madam. . . .but please don't tell sir about this.
Otherwise I will lose my job. With great difficulty I have found this house madam. . . .please don't snatch it from me. I don't have anyone in this world. . . .I beg of you madam. What are you doing? Please don't tell sir. Okay, I won't. Will you get me a similar doll? Yes, madam. I'll surely get it. It's 11 o'clock go to sleep dear. Boy, enough go outside and sleep. Daddy, let him sleep here it is very cold outside. You shouldn't interfere in everything dear, sleep. . . .go out side and sleep, outside. Here madam. - Did you have your breakfast? No not now, first you have yours then I will have mine. Sit with me and have your breakfast. Me, how can I sit alongside you? Why? How can a servant sit alongside his master? Come on, sit and have breakfast. Not here, there. Today I will feed you with my own hands. You are crying. Tell me, tell me why are you crying? Madam, I didn't cry even after being beaten up. .
. .but, but seeing your love I felt like crying. What is there to cry? Here eat. You know, when I used to cry my mother used to play a tune. Today I will play that same tune for you. Come on, come. Kamna. You insolent, where had you taken my daughter? Nowhere sir, I had taken madam for some sightseeing. Daddy, I had asked him too. Shut up! You should stay away from such people! He is one of those people. . . .who come posing as a servant and ruin your house. Don't you dare set foot in this house! - But sir. . Get out of here! If you dare set foot in this house again I'll break your legs! Come on! Where are you going inside? To return madam's shawl. They went to Mumbai long back. Mumbai. - Go quickly, the train is about to depart. Madam left. This is madam's doll. Sir, I beg of you sir I will work for you forever sir.. . .please give me that doll sir. Go from here, Ram Singh. Give me that doll, sir.
- Take him out. Come on, run from here! - Give me that doll. That is madam. Madam! Sir! Madam! Sir! Why don't you see where you are going? Do you want to commit suicide? Sir! Madam! Madam, sir who are they? The ones who went in that car. Who are they? I used to work in their house. That's whey they didn't hear your voice. Why? Only the rich people have a right to call out in this world. . . .they cannot hear the voice of poor people like us. Your purse mother! Thief! Thief! Police! They ran away. Here mother, your purse. You did all this for my belonging! So what mother? Even you saved my life. . .
.I saved your belonging. You talk very nicely son, what is your name? I have many names mother. . . .some call me a pig, some goon and some scoundrel. What are you saying? I am speaking the truth mother. . . .people have called me by so many names. . . .that I don't even remember my real name. Where are your parents? I don't have anyone. Brother and sister. - No one. Then where do you stay? Who will keep someone like me with them, I live on the streets. And today one sir was saying, that we are street dwellers. We take birth and even die there. Even I will die here. No, no son, don't say that son, don't say that. From today, I am your mother. - Mother. Yes son, I am your mother. No mother, don't say that otherwise I will cry. You can abuse me, hit me but don't say that. I don't have a mother, I don't have a mother. No, no son from today I am your mother. I had a son just like you. He passed away in a car accident. Fate snatched him from me, but today I got my son back. You don't have a name don't you?
I will give you my son's name. From today, from today your name is Sikander. Sikander. - Yes. What happened mother? Mother, what happened? I am feeling very weak. Don't worry mother. . .. keep your hand on your Sikander's shoulders. . . .and everything will be alright. Come mother. Mahroo. - What mother? - Come here dear. Look dear, who has come? Who is he, mother? - He is your brother. My brother! - Yes. My brother is dead, mother. - No dear, don't say that. Allah has sent him back. You were all alone, now he will always stay with you. Isn't it Sikander, you will stay with your sister? Yes mother. Seems like the Lord took pity on my condition. He gave me a mother, a sister what more do I want? Mother, I will just return. Where are you going? - To the temple, to take the blessings of the Lord.
If anyone's puts a jinx, then all this might be taken away from me. You. How did you come here? Madam, I came here looking for you. You know her. Yes mother, mother she is the madam I had told you about. Mother, this madam is very nice. She fed me with her own hands. And, and when I was shivering in cold. . . .she wrapped her shawl around me. And madam, she is my mother. Till yesterday, I did not have a name. . .even you don't know my name. She gave me a name, Sikander. Sikander, it is a very nice name. Listen Sikander, today is my birthday. . . .surely come in the evening. I will come madam. Madam, that doll you had, the one that I broke. . . .I have seen a doll exactly like that. And I will give you that doll as a present. You! You came to Mumbai following us. Get out of here! Get out of here! Otherwise I will call the police and have you sent to jail. r He didn't come here on his own I brought him here. You, why did you bring him here? What relation do you have with him?
He is my son, sir. Him, this wanderer and vagabond is your son? He had no one till yesterday. . . .how did he become your son today? I have adopted him. Look Najma, I never considered you as a servant. . . .I considered you as a member of this family! I always respected you! And I want you to maintain the dignity of this house! I hate boys like him. Take him from here, and listen. . . .he should never come in this house again, understand? Alright sir, he will never come here again. Sikander. Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Where are you going? To meet madam. Sir had asked you not to come in this house. Then go from here, come on go from here! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! - What happened?
Happy birthday to you! - Today I will give you such a present. . . .that you will be very happy. But before that you will have to give me a present. - What daddy? You will sing that song for me. . . .which your mother used to sing. Okay. - Okay. "My companion, I cannot live with you." "I cannot live without you." "My companion, I cannot live with you." "I cannot live without you." "In the flowers and the buds, or in my dreams." "In the flowers and the buds, or in my dreams." "There is nothing without you." "I cannot live without you." "My companion, I cannot live with you." "I cannot live without you." "Every heartbeat longs from you. " "My breath is filled with your fragrance." "From the earth to the sky, I can see only you." "This love should never break." "This love should never break." "Never get upset with me." "Never leave me alone." "I cannot live without you." "My companion, I cannot live with you." "I cannot live without you." "I cannot live without you."
"I cannot live without you." What happened dear? I am remembering mommy. Don't cry dear. Madam. Greetings sir. - Park the car. - Yes. Madam, where did you go? I had brought a doll for you. Madam, they don't let me come in. . . .just because I am poor, that's why. Is it a crime to be poor? You goon, you! What are you hiding? - Nothing, nothing. You are not hiding anything then what is this? You thief, goon, scoundrel. No, no I am not a thief, I did not steal anything. You did not steal anything. Leave me. Najma ! - What is the matter? What is the matter? - I will kill this thief! No sir, he is not a thief. Then what is he? He broke into my house like a thief, what was he doing? Why did you go up? - Tell me.
Mother, I had come to give madam a present. Present and you! The most expensive present is this necklace. . . .that I had brought for my daughter. . . .he was stealing it. Did you see dear, the scoundrel you took pity on. . . .he was looting your house. That's why I said, stay away from him. Today I will tell you, why I hate boys like him. Your mother took pity on a boy like him. She brought him home. She gave him as much love as a mother gives to her son. But that son. . . .stole all the jewels of your mother and stabbed her. Even today when I remember that night. . Get out of here! You are a thief! You are a murderer! Never come back here again! Madam I did not steal anything. . . .even you think that I am a thief. Get out of here! Enough sir, enough! Don't you dare touch my son! The go from here, and take your son along! I will go, the world is very big. I will never come on your doorsteps again, never. - Najma! There is no need to shout sir.
One of my son was killed under a rich man's car. But now, I will not let my other son fall prey to some rich man. Come on son. Come. Mother, I am going. Are you leaving your mother son? Yes mother, mother I am very unfortunate. I will go. - No son. I don't want you to face any troubles because of you. Who says that you are unfortunate? Your mother's blessings are with you. If the Lord wants, then one day my Sikander will be a very big man. The ones who called him a thief, the ones who insulted him. One day I will stand at his doorstep.. and ask for forgiveness. This is my prayer. Mother, what happened mother? Mother, mother. - It is paining a lot. Mother, mother. - It is paining a lot. - What happened mother. Mother. Mehroo, you take care of mother, stay with mother. I will just.. - No, no son, don't leave me. Don't leave me. You are my son. Yes mother, I am your son. And her?
- She is my sister. Mine. You.. you will take care of your sister, won't you? Yes, I will take care of her. Don't break the promise. - Yes. I am leaving her as your responsibility. Take care of her. Mother, mother. Mother, mother. - Mother. On whose grave are you crying sir? My mother passed away. Look, look all around you. There is someone's mother, sister or brother in them. In this serenity, they are all buried under the soil. There is no fearing death. . . .today it's them, tomorrow it will be pour turn. Son, remember one thing that this hermits says. If you want to enjoy life in the right way, then play with death. If you smile in happiness, then laugh aloud in sorrows. Your life will change. Son, those people who fight with death, they are alive. r Those who are afraid of death they are worse then corpses. Do away with happiness, accept sorrows. Happiness is a betrayer it comes only for a few days. But sorrow, sorrow is our companion. It stays with us forever. Wipe your tears, wipe your tears. Accept sorrows. .
. .fate will be at your feet and you will be the master of your destiny. Laugh, laugh, laugh son, laugh. Laugh some more, laugh some more. Laugh aloud. "Everyone comes in the world crying." "Everyone comes in the world crying." "But the one who dies with a smile. ." . .he's the master of his destiny." "He will be called, the master of his destiny." "Everyone comes in the world crying. " "But the one who dies with a smile. ." "What was Alexander who won the over the whole world with cruelty?" "What was Alexander who won the over the whole world with cruelty?" "The one who wins over hearts with love, he is the greatest." "The one who understands this meaning of love. . . .he's the master of his destiny." "He will be called, the master of his destiny." "Everyone comes in the world crying." "But the one who dies with a smile. ." "Life is a betrayer, it will leave you one day." "Life is a betrayer, it will leave you one day." r "Death is our beloved it will take us along." "The one who teach this to the world with his death. . . .he's the master of his destiny." "He will be called, the master of his destiny." "Everyone comes in the world crying." "But the one who dies with a smile. . . .he's the master of his destiny." "He will be called, the master of his destiny." Come on, come on, come on.
Constable, move them back, move. See there, those are also smuggling goods. Sir, please wait a while, Iet Sikander sir. . Quiet, take him too. Inspector sir, Sikander has come. Wait a while inspector sir, Iet Sikander sir come. Wait. Look sir, Paul made us suffer so many losses. Goga. - Why are you afraid? I am there, and the police are there too. What is the matter inspector? Why are you taking my goods? All these are smuggling goods. Yes, these are smuggling goods. Not just those, all the goods in the market are smuggling goods. But they do the smuggling and not me. The police intercept these goods and auction them. I buy them and bring them here. Inspector sir, he is lying. He is trying to save his goods, that's all. Shambhu, bring the receipts! Just bring them Sikander sir. Here are the customs receipts, inspector sir. See it for yourself, I am an illiterate. What is the need for this 15 years old receipt? It is very important inspector sir. A few old receipts, some old memories. These are the pages of my life. The story of my childhood is written on these pieces, inspector sir.
The story, which this man had started. About 15 years ago, remember Paul. You have come. - Yes brother. Come and have your lunch. I don't know how to cook, but no matter how it is, have it. You don't worry it will be fine once I have eaten it. Brother today is the festival of 'Raksha Bandhan' (sister's festival). Oh yes, won't you tie rakhi (thread tied by sister) to me. I do want to, but it is very expensive. You don't worry. . . .I am there; take any rakhi you want, I will pay for it. You girl, you are stealing! No, no my brother had said to do it. Which brother? Do you think you rule this place? Paul, aren't you ashamed of lifting your hand on a child? I will slap you! What relation do you have with her? I am her brother. The brother of a thief is also a thief. Paul, don't your dare call me a thief. . . .tell me how much money is it? Trying to brag about our money! Don't hit me, I am telling you! What will you do? Don't hit me! Run away from here! Brother.
If I ever see you again, then I will beat you up! Take your things from here! Paul, today my time is bad that's why even you can hit me. But even I swear on my mother. . . .that one day I will hit you right here. Today you are known here, tomorrow I will be. Or else I am not the son of my mother.. . .and my name is not Sikander. From that day, I had enmities with you and smugglers like you. I lead the police to your goods. . . .and the police rewarded me. And with that money, a poor Sikander made such a big market. Remember. - Sikander, Sikander please. Sikander. Don't worry inspector sir. . . .Sikander never takes the Iaw in his own hands. And anyway, I was not going to hit him here. This is my area, after being beaten up he defames me. . . .that Sikander beat me up in his area. I will beat him in his own area. If you want to seize goods inspector sir. . . .then I will tell you the whereabouts. . . .go there, you will find goods worth millions. Dongri Kabootar Wali Chawl. Worli plot number 13. In Kalyan..
- Catch them constable. . . .don't let them escape. Sikander, if we do seize goods from these places. . . .then like always you will get the reward from the government. No inspector sir, I don't want the reward anymore. You can distribute that reward amongst the street children. It will help them. Who knows, maybe some Sikander is being ruined by a Paul. Sikander is really great, he shot to such fame so soon. Earlier, there was a hutment here. . . .today he has erected a magnificent mansion here. He is illiterate himself, but he's educating his sister. Brother, what is this? Tears in your eyes? Today, I am remembering mother. In this very neighborhood, while dying she had said. . . .my blessings are with you son. One day, my son will be very famous. When I had nothing, I had mother. Today when I have everything, I don't have mother. Look, look who I have brought along. Tell me who he is? I don't recognize him brother. He is the hermit who thought your brother to laugh. Sage, Sage this is Mehroo my sister. Greetings. Greetings dear, may Lord bless you. Iqbal. Sage this is Iqbal, I have fixed Mehroo's marriage with him.
After some days Mehroo will leave too. . . .and I will be alone again, sage. Sikander, so Allah has sent you to fulfill this duty. Sikander that will be a great day for you. When your sister will be married. . . .and she will be leaving your house. That will be a great day for you, a great day for you. Let's go, dear. Mehroo. - Yes. Didn't you call the one's who live in the front? I had called them, but they are arrogant. They won't come. Brother, you didn't listen to me after all. If you had built a bigger house than them. . . .then we could have crushed there arrogance. By building a bigger house. . . .you don't become a great man. And if I would have built a bigger house than them. . . .then people would have said that. . . .after acquiring wealth, Sikander became arrogant. And those who are arrogant. . . .they can't keep their heads held high forever. They bow down very soon. They are the ones who had to bow down. They had insulted my brother by calling him a thief. Their pride was shattered. I have heard that Kamna. . . .works as a teacher in some musical school.
Madam. - You, you came here too. After all, why don't you stop following me? With a lot of difficulty I have found this job. . . .do you want me to lose this too? We have lost everything. . . .I don't have anything except for this small job. I beg of you, please don't disrespect me. Madam, I can even die for your respect. I don't want your life, just don't follow me. Whatever you have in your mind about the past, forget it. Whatever happened in the childhood. . . .it was just our childishness. We are no more kids. If father finds out about all this. . . .then he will commit suicide. In this world, after the Lord if I have anyone. . . .then that's my father. I am plead to you for the last time. . . .stop following me! Stop following me! Madam since my childhood. . . .I wanted to tell you about my feelings. . . .but you never gave me a chance. Fine, I don't want anything from you. People, live on love; I will live on your hatred. Hate me, but don't take my memories from me.
For God's sake! You are holding the pole again! Love has made you useless. Otherwise you were a good person. Mr. Awara Lal. - How many times have I told you. . Yes, yes Mr. Pyare Lal, please leave me alone today. The Lord has sent me down for times like this. And he has said, whenever Sikander feels lonely. . . .or wants to stay alone, you always be there. Come with me. - Where? I am going to immerse you. - Immerse? Yes, in the ocean of music. "Never ask a person in love, about their condition." "How each passing moment is for them." "Those who have a companion. . . .always think of them." "Those who don't have one, they pray to find one." Wow, wow. "Please accept the salutation of love. " "Please accept the salutation of love. " "Please make the mistake of falling in love with me." "My heart is impatient." "My heart is impatient for a companion." "My heart is impatient for a companion." "Please accept the salutation of love. " "Please make the mistake of falling in love with me." "My heart is impatient for a companion."
"My heart is impatient for a companion." "Please accept the salutation of love. " "I will tell you the story of a night." "I will tell you the story of a night." "It was a full moon night." "There was turmoil in my heart." "There was a desire." "The turmoil in my he,art was very intense. "A cloud suddenly appeared from nowhere. " "A cloud suddenly appeared from nowhere. " "It enveloped the moon." "The moon was lost in the clouds." "Oh gosh, what has happened in this passion?" "My heart yearns." "My heart yearns for, someone's attention. "My heart yearns for, someone's attention. "Please accept the salutation of love. " "Listen to the rest of the story from me." "After listening to it, there will be tears in your eyes." "Whatever is there in your heart. . . .I assure you it will come on your lips." "You are the messiah, of those whose heart has been broken." "Messiah. Messiah, of those whose heart has been broken." "You are the messiah, of those whose heart has been broken." "I have come here for you." "Now whether you treat me or kill me. " "This heartbroken one has come to you. " "Do me a favor.
Favor." "Do a favor to your guest." "Do a favor to your guest." "I will bless you, I will bless you all my life." "I will bless you all my life." "Please accept the salutation of love. " "Please make the mistake of falling in love with me." "My heart is impatient for a companion." "My heart is impatient for a companion." "Please accept the salutation of love. " Wow! Come Mr. Pyare Lal, let us go. Wow! Bye. Mr. Pyare Lal. Yes, Zohra. - Who was that along with you? He is my good friend. His name is Sikander. When people come here, they are either heartbroken . .or they want to get heartbroken. This is the first person who has broken my heart. What are you saying Zohra? Is that so? Yes, I have seen many heartbroken people. . . .but none like him. Now my heart aches for him. Seems like, someone has broken his heart. Yes Zohra, but he is a very good man, he does not say anything. Mr. Pyare Lal, please bring your friend here again.
Mr. Pyare Lal. - I will wait for him. I will surely bring him, if you say so then I will bring him again. Mr. Pyare Lal, please bring him soon. Until he does not come here. . . .there won't be anymore dances held here. What are you doing? Come on. Coming, just a minute. Okay, Zohra. I had come to immerse you in the ocean. . . .but you gobbled up the entire ocean. Mr. Pyare Lal, I am immersed myself. And I am so immersed that those who pity me:. . .get immersed themselves. You didn't understand. - No. You won't even understand. - Why? Because I am still thirsty. Then come on. Wait, where will you get it so late in the night? Now that you are with Pyare Lal. . . .I just showed you a wonder. Now I will show you another wonder. Come. - Lets go. Mr. Pyara Lal, where have you brought me? This is a bar, and he is a the bar tender.
Many have died, only a few are remaining. Why do you joke Pyare Lal? Today, you will be really happy to know who I have brought along. Meet, Mr. Sikander. Oh God. - What happened Paul? Don't look there, Sikander is here. Come, come. - I can't see lawyer sir anywhere. Lawyer sir, he must be arriving any minute, take a seat. Let the drinks flow, my companion. Mr. Pyare Lal, sometime ago you mentioned about a lawyer. What connection does a lawyer have with a place like this? He is a BALLB, but works here. Here. - Yes. Why? - Nobody can answer this why. He had come here to practice law, but it didn't work out well. Raghu made arrangements for his food and living. . . .and in return, he looks after his accounts. . . .as a part time job. Till when will we keep hiding from Sikander? We will have to think of a way? Mr. Pyare Lal, it takes a lot of time here. It takes time, but it is worth it. Look. I told you, put it in my account. . . .even then you are pestering me. I am not pestering you.
Pay up your dues. How dare you ask Kundan for money, you scoundrel! Don't abuse me, pay me my money. Why you.. - Remove your hands. How dare you? Brother, what is your problem? He is asking for money. Why are you asking him for money? He owes me. You owe him. Who are you to interfere? Who am I to interfere? - You, you are my friend. I am his friend. Okay, so you will take money from me. I will, surely! Why? Are you someone special? Who has the guts to ask me for money? See, I have the guts. Brothers, I am right, isn't it? Hit him. - No. Who is he? He is lawyer sir. - The one who looks after the accounts here. He is very efficient. Wow. I have a very nice idea to kill off Sikander.
Wow, wow, wow, wow. Very nice. Trying to reject it. Very nice. Soda or water? - Soda. Water, water. Very nice, very nice. Around, around. Mr. Pyare Lal, Mr. Pyare Lal. Mr. Pyare Lal where are you? - Here I am. What are you doing there? Come. From the front, from the front. You are there too. Who is it? Move. Raghu, take the money. Kundan, pay up now at least. I will give it. - Vishal. No, no. Here, here. Come I will introduce you to him. Come. Vishal. - Mr. Pyare Lal, when did you come? You were busy in your work, and I was busy in mine. Meet him, Mr. Sikander.
Wow, wow. I always saw lawyers arguing in the court room. . . .today for the first time I saw them fighting. Mr. Sikander, my mother says. . .. committing atrocities on a helpless one is a sin. And running away seeing atrocity being committed on a helpless one. . . .is a bigger sin. Vishal, your thoughts are similar to mine. We will get along very well, shake hands. Shake it, in life Sikander has shook hands with very few people. Oh yes I remembered, you are the one. . . .life is a betrayer, it will leave you one day. . . .death is our beloved. He has a terrific memory, a terrific memory, Pyare Lal. Come Mr. Pyare Lal, we will leave now. - Okay. Thank you friend, if you wouldn't have come on time. . . .then there would have been big trouble. That was my duty. Sir, Sikander forgot his bag. There is a lot of money in this. Shall I go and give it to him? No Vishal, you go and give it. Thank you, sir. Why did he give a bag full of notes to Sikander? Do you think I am a fool? There is layer of notes on the top. . . .and below there is a time bomb. Mr. Pyare Lal, today you showed me two wonders. The first wonder was wonderful.
- And the second. . And the second wonder was also wonderful. Come, sit. - Is it necessary to go in the car? Why? You don't value you life, but I want to live many years now. You made me sober again. When Sikander drives the car, then he drives he car. Come on, sit. Sikander! - Who is it? You had forgotten your bag inside. Bag! Mr. Pyare Lal you are with me since morning. . ..do you know if I had a bag with me or not? I don't even know where I am. Look, stop joking. There is a lot of money in this. So much money can only be Sikander's. Come on. This was today's third wonder. You are right. Thank you. Aman, let's go. Sit, Mr. Pyare Lal sit. The car has started. Vishal ! - What happened? Where is that bag? It was Sikander.
He took it. A terrible thing has happened! Paul has placed a time bomb in it. What? Sikander will be killed, save him. I am taking your motorcycle. Take it. What happened Mr. Pyare Lal? - Mother. - Run. Mother. - Mother. Carefully. Forgive me mother, forgive me. It's alright son, it was my mistake. . . .I was crossing the road without looking. I am hungry since the last two days, searching for my son. Felt giddy, son. Searching for your son? - Yes. Who is your son? Where is he? Look son, his name is Vishal. Is he your son? - Yes, son. Mother, then you have collided with the right car. Mother, think that you have found your son. Yes. Pyare Lal, take mother home.
I will bring lawyer sir there. Take her carefully Pyare Lal. - Yes. Sikander, move away from the car. . . .there is a time bomb in it! Doctor, he.. - Sikander sir, stay here. . . .maybe we may need more blood. Then take it doctor, take every drop of my blood. . . .but please save Vishal. Have courage, everything will be alright. I want Paul! Search every corner of the city. . . .but bring Paul to me. Don't laugh too much, we have done only one thing. . . .there is still one thing remaining. Do you know, JB is about to come. . . .do you know, Sikander got his goods worth 15 lakhs confiscated? What will you say to him! Sikander. First save yourself from Sikander. Then think about JB. They don't even let me take a bath. Who is it? Open the door Zohra, it's me Paul. I don't dance anymore, go somewhere else. It will not be nice for you Zohra. . . .if Dilawar finds out, that you did not open the door for his friend. Then he won't spare you.
Then go, go and tell Dilawar, that Zohra has stopped dancing. Now she will sing and dance only for Sikander. Go and tell him. That same Sikander is after me. He has gone berserk. He will kill me, but will be sentenced to death himself too. No, no. - Yes Zohra, please hide me somewhere. Quickly. You coward, being a man you ask a woman for protection! Go and hide somewhere, hurry up. I am so fortunate, you have come here like the springs. Where is he? Now there are no more dances held here. Zohra lives alone. I have seen that scoundrel Paul coming here. Now no one lives here! There is only me. . . .my loneliness and your wait. Seems like he ran away. Where will he go? "He has just come, just sat, and has just gathered himself. ." Move, Zohra. "If you can't be loyal, then don't be unjust." "If you can't be loyal, then don't be unjust." "Don't be so cruel to me." "I wish to die in your arms." "I wish to die in your arms." "Loyalty. "
"When I saw you, I felt that as if I've seen God." "I worshipped you in a way that, I felt that I have seen God." "Blessings. " "If you can't bless me, then don't even curse me." "Don't be so cruel to me." "I wish to die in your arms." "I wish to die in your arms." "Loyalty. " "So what if you don't love? If I love you what is my mistake?" "I have got used to living a painful life." "What do you care if I live or die?" "Remember me. " "If you didn't remember me, then don't forget me." "Don't be so cruel to me." "I wish to die in your arms." "I wish to die in your arms." "Loyalty. " Dilawar, you had just been released from Nasik jail. . . .after completing 7 years of imprisonment. And today, again you are sitting in front of me. It is a very shameful thing Dilawar. What is there to be shameful of sir. . . .when I am not feeling ashamed, then why are you? Then you will never reform. I can never reform inspector sir. Even I was a good man like you. . . .but my name is Dilawar, I fell in love with someone. I had a sweetheart, Zohra.
Her paternal uncle sold her to a brothel. And her maternal uncle, used to be her pimp. - Ok. Then one day, when his uncle saw me, he disappeared. . . .and his maternal uncle, hid in the graveyard. I went and caught him in the graveyard, and buried him alive. The police could not catch me. . . .I came here on my own and surrendered myself to the police. I was sentenced for 7 years. It is just yesterdays incident, I was sitting at the Sharif bar. . . .a man came there and said, Zohra dear, I am mad about you. So I said, you fool how can Zohra dear make you mad. . . .I will, so I killed him then and there. And this time too, the police did not catch me. . . .I came to the police station myself. Sir, stop lecturing me on respect and honor. . . .and you would have been locked up there. Look, now write my name, tell me what my cell number is. . . .and give me my food, I am very hungry. Constable. - Yes sir. Take him away lock him up in cell number 4. Go. - Why are you touching me, I am going. Don't push, my hat will fall down. You are still here. You tall fellow.
Laughing. Ahmed, you are still rotting here. You are always here. Come on, open the door. Don't drink today. - Why? Today we will talk. What connection does it have with drinking? You talk, I will drink. No, after drinking you wander off in some other world. There is anger in your touch. All your words reflect pain. What is it? What is that secret that is eating you up from inside? Nothing. - There is something. Sikander, tell me I want to hear it today. What is here doing here? Dilawar. - What are you doing here? I came here for you? Why did you come here for me? I am your friend, I can go anywhere for you. Don't express your false friendship. . . .tell me what is it that you want. You won't be able to hear it Dilawar. Don't joke with me, or I will break your head. Okay, I will tell you. You do know Sikander, don't you? Yes I have heard his name but I never met him.
Meet him as soon as possible, or else you will repent it. He is a very dangerous man. . . .and he is making friends with your Zohra. And that friendship has developed into love. Just like you are crazy about Zohra. . . .Zohra too, is crazy about Sikander. I am telling you the truth Dilawar. Keep quiet! Why are you getting angry on me Dilawar? I will not lie to my friend. I told Zohra, I even told Sikander. . . .why are you taking up enmities with Dilawar? But they did not listen to me. . . .he said, who cares about Dilawar? I told him, that Dilawar is a very dangerous man. He said.. - Ya Ali, help me, help me. Dilawar come out, or else I will shoot you! What is this? People come up from down. . . .how did you come down from up? Quiet! "These people, these people, these people.. " . .These people. . "These people.. " "These people have taken away my veil. " Run! Run!
Run! Fast. Run. - Close. . Come on, run. Sikander will surely be killed today. Even I think the same. Go and inform the police. You go there is soap on my face. Sikander! Sikander! Please go from here now. What is the matter? Just now you were asking me my secret. . . .and now you are asking me to go. Dilawar is coming, he is a murderer and a goon. If anyone even looks at me, he blinds him. If he sees you here, who knows what he will do! Go from here. For God's sake, go from here right now. I beg of you. . Are you shocked to see me here? You must have thought. . . .that Dilawar must been sentenced for 2-5 years. . . .now I can love anyone I want, there is no one to fear. But I have loved you, and for my love. . . .not just the wall if the jail. . . .but
I will break the wall of the death and come back to you. You always hated me, but I always tolerated it. . . .I tolerated it a lot. But if you will love anyone else. . . .then I will set the entire world ablaze. Wow strong man, even I have loved someone. . . .but your way of loving someone is very different. What is your name? With great difficulty I have got a name. . . .how can I just tell it to anyone? I will not spare you.. - Dilawar. Move away from the front, move! Is your name Sikander? Tell me. Dilawar, if you move ahead. . . .then I will swallow this diamond and give up my life. You want to swallow diamond for this heartless man! No one will even swallow dirt for him. Tell me, is your name Sikander? I will not spare you otherwise, tell me your name. You want to know my name don't you? I will tell you. Did you understand now? My name is Sikander. Sikander. Dilawar, the police has surrounded you, come down!
Now you cannot run! I say come down! Inspector, I will not come down! I have still not settled my score! Today, first time in life someone has beaten Dilawar. I swear on my mother inspector. . . .until I kill this tall Sikander. . . .neither will I surrender myself, nor do you try catch me. Once I kill him, then I will come to you myself! I won't come down inspector. . . .you won't be able to catch me inspector. Come on, sit inside. Quickly, the police are after you. They call me J. D. Dilawar. We have a common enemy. . . .but it is very difficult to deal with him separately. Dilawar, you have zest and I have mind. If we combine your zest and my mind. . . .then we can take care of Sikander forever. I will not spare that Sikander, sir. Even I want that. Stop the car, I will go and kill him now. - No. The police are after you right now. I told you, use your mind and not your zest. Tell me, do you agree? I agree. - Good. But you risked your life to save mine. .
. .my life is indebted to you. Being a Sikander (Alexander), you talk like money lenders about debts. Neither do you owe me anything. . . .nor did I do any favor to you. From now on, we are friends. What are you thinking? Remember what you had said that day when you were drunk? Come on shake hands. . . .there are very few people Sikander has shaken hands with. That day a voice from within me said. . . .Vishal, make friends with Sikander. He will be a great friend. He will give his life in return of yours. And blood in return of blood. And love in return of love. Enough, enough, enough. Now you get well soon, then I will show you some magic. Magic. - Open sesame! Son. - Mother. Mother. Mother, what are you doing here? Son, if it wouldn't have been for him. . . .then where could I have searched for you in this city? It is true mother, if it wouldn't have been for him. . . .then maybe you could have never seen me again. Yes, and if wouldn't have been for both of you. .

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