For years, for years, Your Highness,
I've dreamt of nothing but this moment.
At 4 pence each...
...that's 45 kreutzers, 2 pence.
At 5 pence each...
...that's 1 guilder, 2 pence.
Excuse me.
What could one charge for one of these?
Don't ask me!
I wouldn't want one as a gift.
Pity.
I wanted to give him this for his tobacco.
Stop ribbing me!
Why does he think...
And stop referring to me as "he"!
But the mayor says the same to Hickl.
Hickl's his servant and is dependent on him.
But you live off our taxes.
Just because you're supposed to be something better,
you can't treat us like servants.
You little parasite!
What's going on here?
What, please, is a parasite?
Parasitus is Latin and means one who eats at the same table.
And I eat at the table of the policemen.
Yes, and they at yours.
So they are also parasites.
Parasites. Parasites.
Have you done your homework?
The conjunction, too?
You're sure?
Quite sure, Professor.
Perhaps it's the tobacco smoke.
Would you close the door, please?
But you learned them yesterday.
Or didn't you look at them?
I just made boxes.
Then you lied?
For the first time you lied.
You see Kaspar, up to now I thought you were different.
But soon you'll be like all the others.
Yes. That's what I want: To be like all the others.
Lying, avaricious, vain?
Is that how you want to be?
No. No.
I just wanted to earn some money.
I liked the red waistcoat so much.
Remember what happened to Adam when he submitted to temptation?
God put him outside Paradise.
He threw him out!
And posted an angel to stop him returning!
Why do people mistreat me all the time?
The man should have left me in the cage!
So. You'd rather be there than with me?
You say that to me?
Me, who took you in like his own flesh and blood?
Me, who scrapes his fingers to the bone to give you a home
and make a human being out of you?
If the Professor wants to make a human being of me,
what am I now? Am I not a human being?
I'm sorry, Kaspar. I'm sorry.
How much do the boxes cost?
Department of State, KARLSRUHE, 30 MARCH 1830
You don't deny having removed the Crown Prince...
murdering an innocent child...
and attempting to kill the foundling Kaspar Hauser,
the legal heir to the throne?
Why?
Should I?
But the others must also be brought to justice.
We'll see to that.
Then I assume you will exhume the body of the late Grand Duke
and hang it from a gallows if its condition permits.
Hold on! I'm not finished yet.
You must replace Count Leopold on the throne of Baden
with the crippled heir of Nuremberg.
Then, and only then, you can turn to me.
I'll see your mouth is shut!
How? Hanging?
Drawing and quartering me?
Because of you, the memory of our late Grand Duke...
Yes, yes, yes!
The rulers are always weak and deceived.
Their crimes are heaped on the shoulders of their instruments.
But not with me!
You will receive your just punishment.
You won't take things as far as that, Your Excellency.
You won't jeopardize the honor of the ducal family,
the future of the country,
just to punish me.
I won't spare anyone if I'm brought to trial.
Cowards!
Weaklings, all of them!
But Your Highness need have no fear.
The decision will be in our favor.
Then you can call me "Royal Highness."
But we must bring the matter to a proper end.
I'll take care of that.
No. I must do it.
Why so fanatical, Hennenhofer?
I still...
Kaspar, may l...
Would the mayor acquaint me with the most famous son of his city?
It is my honor, Kaspar, To present Lord Stanhope of England:
Peer of the realm.
But, my dear sir, the honor is all mine.
So you are the child of Europe.
How long I've waited for this moment.
My heart is filled with joy.
But... But l...
No buts. You're the talk of all the German courts,
your fate and unusual gifts.
Even in England, everyone takes a keen interest in you.
Hauser!
Let go of my hand!
What happened, Sophie?
You were screaming again.
- Hauser? - What else?
I dreamt four men were trying to pull Hauser out of my head,
but he wouldn't let go.
If I understand you correctly,
you propose we cede the Palatinate to Bavaria?
In return, we shall not pursue the Crown Prince's claim,
nor question whether Your Highness succeeded to the throne
by brutally eradicating the Zahringer line.
As we both know, one Zahringer is still alive.
Take a seat.
Do you remember the Chinese vase?
There's one thing I don't understand, Wedel.
And what's that?
Assuming Bavaria was successful in asserting Hauser's claims,
there would again be a Zahringer on the throne of Baden,
and the Palatinate would remain ours by treaty.
But Your Highness would have to abdicate in disgrace,
not to mention the scandal for the House of Baden.
"8 a. M: Finance committee.
"10 a. M: Baron Wedel.
"12:30: Lunch with the British envoy.
2 p.m., a deputation from Freiburg."
Appointments till the evening.
Day in, day out. It's tiring.
Ruling bores me.
You know what, Wedel, I'd willingly step down,
on the spot.
Have I wrecked all your plans
just because I'm not afraid of the threat of abdication?
All very plain.
You must open the lid.
In my country, we organize a collection
when people of renown suffer hardship.
My social standing and Kaspar's fame should ensure a handsome sum.
That, of course...
And it would benefit you.
But I would need your help, too.
I am at your service.
Is that Mozart?
The things you know!
Very little music,
but almost all bird songs.
Then we shall go to see The Magic Flute. There are lots of birds in that.
To acquaint the English with the case for our collection,
I should prepare a brochure.
It would help to see the records of the investigation.
I shall...
Have you been to the opera?
Much too expensive.
High time you got to know the pleasures of life.
If you please, sir.
The cloth you requested.
Let's have a look at you.
Do you like it?
It's as soft as the belly of our cat.
As the Germans say, I read the wishes in your eyes.
And they tell me you'd like two coats.
Another unsubstantiated story.
Kaspar remembered a few Hungarian words.
And that would make sense.
Then look for the person in Hungary.
But it'll be the same old story:
Travels, interrogations, transcripts, travels, interrogations, et cetera.
Yes. The documents pile up.
But we don't know any more than at the start.
That's where you're wrong!
The absence of all clues, despite the offer of a big reward,
points to the culprits.
Only the powerful people have the means to silence more than one tongue.
That's where we must look.
You mean, the people at the top?
We must start again at the beginning...
but be more clever this time.
Somewhere a child must have disappeared.
Get me the records of births and deaths, 1800-20,
for all German royal houses.
All of them?
And not a word, Hofer!
Send me the documents...
and I'll see.
Another unfortunate turn of events.
News from Nuremberg?
No, Ansbach. He's succeeded in finding our nanny in Hungary.
- Mme Dalbonne? - Exactly
Hell and damnation!
Now our court president wants to go to Hungary
to question her himself.
He asks my permission to travel under a false name with a false passport
as a precautionary measure,
since he fears powerful interests behind the Hauser case.
His zeal gives me a bellyache.
And me nightmares.
Write a sharply-worded letter!
Say that the government's patience and funds for his inquiries are exhausted.
Tell him to cancel his journey to Hungary
and to cease all activities in the Hauser case at once.
The case is therewith closed.
He has suffered from such human baseness!
What monsters could do such a thing?
We shall never know.
But where is the justice in which we all believe?
Lost and forgotten. My hands are tied by the government.
Too much time and money have been wasted, they say.
For many years, Your Lordship has visited the royal courts of Germany, I hear.
On what mission?
On my own, mainly. Travel is a passion of mine.
My family lives in Chevening Castle in Kent,
but I prefer the European courts, especially those in Germany.
The history of our princely houses has always been a passion of mine.
When I lunched with the Prime Minister,
do you know what we talked about?
Your last publication.
On empiricism and philosophy?
Precisely. That was five weeks ago.
And today I stand face to face with this remarkable man and scholar.
Does Your Lordship believe in coincidence?
That's the button from the trousers I wore
when I came into the world in Nuremberg.
You must always have it with you to remind you of Kaspar.
May it be a fond memory.
They threw the trousers away.
They were so dirty.
But I cut the button off first.
Just this one.
Be well!
4,500 Guilders?
Leopold will torment me with questions about the money.
The excellent idea of the presents was yours, Sophie.
And it took longer than planned.
I have been occupied with this matter for eight weeks.
With great enthusiasm.
It is fertile ground for my study of the human soul.
Take Feuerbach, for instance.
A smile opens all doors.
A little flattery...
he opens the innermost recesses of his heart.
A melancholy old fool.
We need have no fear of him or his inquiries.
Trifles!
Conjectures and rumors spread by Munich.
Don't worry, Sophie.
Nothing points to Baden.
To be quite safe,
one could lay a false trail...
to Hungary, Poland, Bohemia.
If you wish.
But it won't solve the real problem.
He has fallen quite madly in love with me.
A lovely, murderous confusion of feelings.
And you, Sir Henry?
He is a very endearing boy
with a delicacy of feeling I have never known.
They are hungry, too.
I imagine.
I'll attend to that.
Look at the worthless creatures.
Brutal, without pride or feeling.
All they do is eat.
Eat like pigs and reproduce.
They're like animals.
And that's how we must treat them.
Subdue them, put them on a lead.
Our Creator imposes a difficult task on us.
We are different.
There's different blood in our veins.
In mine, too?
Yes, in yours, too.
But the professor says all men are equal.
Are they really?
Then tell me, is a cuckoo like an eagle?
Or a sparrow like a falcon?
But they're all birds.
Equality is the slogan of the weak.
But beware.
They let you stroke them,
but one day they'll bite your hand.
You'll understand it all soon.
I shall try.
But I have been too short a time in this world.
Almost a young English lord.
Like a spider crawling up from the tips of my toes.
When it reached the middle of my body, I glowed.
Then it continued up into my eyes.
They burned at first.
But then it felt as if pieces of gold were falling.
And now it hurts.
Feel for yourself, Professor.
Is it a serious illness?
Not so much an illness...
as an independent function of a confused body.
Perhaps it is of some use?
Certainly not.
It's completely useless...
at least for you.
Then I don't want it.
I'm pleased to hear it.
I'll prepare some lycopodium.
Do some knee-bends.
It is loathsome!
I'm meeting Sir Henry at 8:30,
and have an appointment for my portrait.
An appointment?
You have tuition!
Later.
Everything progressing well, Professor?
Do you like my new stick?
Revolting, like everything else.
Get changed and help us in the garden.
We'll talk about this morning later.
That is not possible.
Sir Henry and I will take a stroll.
- And anyway... - Anyway what?
People of my rank don't do such work.
Sir Henry said that, I suppose?
And of what noble rank is Herr Hauser?
Probably from a Hungarian prince's family.
Heir to a great fortune.
Sir Henry will find out.
Then we can feel honored
to have a Hungarian magnate in our house?
I have promised Sir Henry
to treat my future subjects with loving care.
But us you treat like dirt.
My Kaspar, where are you?
How lovely!
Take that ugly coat off!
He forbade me again to wear the new suit.
He's still in my care.
Thanks for the dressing-gown.
For the paint box, the umbrella...
And for the gold watch.
Why so upset, Professor?
Your behavior is repulsive.
But someone must give him some love and culture, if you can't.
Love, you call it?
You serpent!
It's poison!
The poison of your corrupt, decadent order.
Is that foam on your lips?
Mock me!
But aristocratic riffraff like you will be swept away.
Careful, Professor. Careful.
You're risking your neck.
As Kaspar's mentor, I call on you to renounce all links with him immediately.
No!
Don't leave me alone!
The boy evidently has other wishes.
I regret being a burden on this city
and that I cannot move freely
without fearing for my life.
It is tiresome to be guarded all the time like a prisoner.
What is more, my relations to my guardian...
Professor Daumer...
are not as good as they used to be.
I don't feel half the love
I felt for him a year ago.
But I am convinced His Lordship...
will help me learn something useful...
and I am prepared to follow him.
I therefore apply to be placed
in the care of Lord Stanhope.
How old is Philip?
26. But Lucy is only 13.
You'll get on well together.
She doesn't say "Sir Henry" to you?
No, "father."
It sounds almost like "water."
Now I've got a father, too.
Your English gets better every day.
You'll soon forget your German at Chevening.
And the dungeon, and Nuremberg,
and the awful Latin, and all, all, all, all all...
It won't take long till I move?
Six or seven weeks, maybe less.
The time in Ansbach will fly,
and I'm sure you'll like your new tutor.
From the beginning again!
Oh, God, it's midday.
I'm sorry.
Get out at once!
You've hardly moved in, and bedlam breaks out.
The table's not laid, and my wife...
She's working for me.
She gets 2 guilders.
And you'll get a box on the ears If you don't say why you missed school.
I'm waiting!
Herr Meyer, it is unseemly
to shout at a son of Lord Stanhope.
Next time you'll feel my cane.
You will live in the west wing.
No, better in the east.
The sun will wake you there.
I live in the east wing, too.
The rooms are bigger there.
How big will my room be?
You will have five rooms
and a servant just for yourself.
He'll serve your breakfast,
warm your clothes, and help you dress.
Really?
Tell me of that lovely place in your dream.
The houses are as white as chalk.
Everything seems light as air.
Fine sand on the ground, birds everywhere.
A beautiful woman walks at my side.
It is... my mother.
Your mother?
But you don't know your mother.
Maybe not in my head, but in my heart I do.
In my book I call her "my fair mother."
You write everything in your book?
Everything, even my thoughts.
I write it all down for mother.
So that when I meet her one day, I can read to her
everything that has happened since my birth in Nuremberg.
Again nothing.
The House of Schwarzburg-Rudolfstadt is next.
Let's take a break.
Maybe we should consider the Hungarian houses, too.
Now you're listening to your fellow conspirator.
If a child had disappeared from a German court,
one would know about it.
At least I would.
I'm coming.
Just one small question.
Won't you come in?
Sir Henry says you're looking for my mother in Hungary.
Some other time.
I want you to find her before I move to England.
Perhaps this will help you.
The coat of arms on the coach of the lady in black
as I saw it in my dreams.
Eleonore!
I've got the villains!
We are left with five heirs who are in the way.
The next was the Crown Prince.
But they got him in the cradle before he was given a name.
He died so suddenly.
But if that's Kaspar, who lies in the family vault?
Another child.
A substitute.
The real one was kept for years in a cellar.
That explains why we couldn't find a missing child.
For five years nothing happens.
Then one thing follows another.
In 1817 Kaspar's brother dies, hardly a year old...
Prince Alexander...
probably poisoning.
Then his Uncle Frederick...
an accident.
Then his father, Grand Duke Carl:
Probably poisoning again.
Ludwig von Baden is the only one left.
He succeeds Carl, but he remains childless.
Kills himself with women and drink.
The legitimate line of the House of Baden is therewith extinct,
the Zahringer branch sawn off.
All these crimes just to put a son of the collateral line on the throne
from a second marriage?
Yes, and, as we know,
with success, Leopold von Hochberg has been ruling for two years.
The driving force was probably his mother, with her ambition and hatred of Stephanie.
When I saw Kaspar's drawing of the Hochberg coat of arms,
everything fell into place.
The rumors, the facts, the inexplicable deaths
suddenly made terrible sense.
A monstrous surmise.
The royal House of Baden accused of treachery and murder.
Grand Duke Leopold a throne-snatcher,
and the true prince lives only a stone's throw away.
Does my hypothesis surprise you?
As you rightly say, it's just a hypothesis,
which will soon become fact.
And you, Sir Henry, my comrade in arms,
will supply the missing proof.
A little something for your extra trouble, Mr. Meyer.
That's not necessary.
I shall pursue our goal diligently.
I'll keep you regularly informed of the diary entries.
Father!
My father!
No!
He'll be back soon.
In a few weeks, when everything's ready in England.
He promised to write to you every day until then.
His journey has another purpose, too.
You know who my mother is?
You know?
You suspect?
Be patient.
We're very close to the truth.
But I won't tell you till I know for sure.
I miss you, my beloved foster-father...
every hour of every day.
It's after 10:00.
I enjoy nothing if I can't share it with you.
The candles cost money. I must ask you to put them out.
In view of your alleged stay in a dungeon,
you must be able to see in the dark.
In my father's palace, I shall have silver candelabra
with 12 candles
and let them burn day and night.
"May God bless you and grant you happiness.
"With the heartfelt wishes
of your fondly loving son, Kaspar."
Your fondly loving son.
Love is the best of knives.
It always strikes straight to the heart.
It is the most gracious form of murder.
No blood, no screams, no ugly corpses.
How repulsive, how unimaginative Hennenhofer's methods are!
My beloved Kaspar,
now you'll just wither away and slowly die
without me and my love,
like a plant without light.
What simple stuff man is made of.
If that's not enough,
the tedious copying work, and Meyer... will do the rest.
An excellent man, this Meyer.
One must envy you your teachers.
Other countries need whole armies to curb the rabble.
You have your teachers.
Any news from your melancholy detective in Ansbach?
He waits and waits.
Investigating the House of Baden is a lengthy matter.
It's no joke, Henry.
Your presiding judge has too keen a mind.
He won't take any action until my research is complete.
Good day, Kaspar. Two copies, please.
Nothing has come.
I don't understand it.
A letter every day.
137 letters gone astray.
It is vexing when someone doesn't keep a promise.
Meyer beat you on the hands again?
But I tried to write as well as possible.
That's enough for today.
Thank you.
What is the time?
Nearly 3:00.
Herr Hauser doesn't feel well. So you did pawn your watch?
The bank informed my tutor
His Lordship has stopped the remittance for my upkeep.
What?
So I pawned the watch.
Last night I had a visitor.
In the night?
It was that man again.
He sat in my cupboard dressed like a raven.
He said he'd waited long enough,
and I should go with him.
At last the world can hear about it.
I'll send messengers at once to Vienna, Munich, Berlin,
with the utmost discretion.
At first it was a most interesting game.
My minister was always five moves ahead,
and we controlled the game.
But then our opponent in Baden dies,
and his successor shows no interest in continuing the game.
We quit the board...
without removing the pieces.
A grave mistake...
for suddenly the game continues.
But now another party takes over our chessmen.
The President of the Court thinks he's playing against Baden,
but he's also playing against his own king.
The idiot.
I forbade him to continue his investigations.
But you forgot to forbid him to think!
Now we're in a big mess.
And in his obsession with justice,
who knows if he's not moving several pieces at once?
That's certainly the only letter.
He won't approach anyone but the dowager queen
in such an explosive matter.
If Feuerbach manages to turn this scion of the Zahringers into a Grand Duke,
he will have checkmated me with my own chessmen.
Then the Palatinate's lost forever.
God help us if this matter miscarries.
A charlatan and fraud.
You keep calling him that,
but that's not what you really think.
Why does this person concern you so much?
I can't bear my brother being called a yokel...
by his own mother, of all people.
Where did you hear that?
You don't deny it?
Where did you hear it?
Aunt Caroline sent me a copy of the letter from Munich.
You believe what the judge writes, too?
Why did you deny it all these years and leave him all alone in his misery?
To protect you and Luise.
For your future.
Do you want to belong to a house
whose rulers were destroyed by their own kin?
But you and Father are not to blame.
You were the victims.
All that matters is the name of our house.
We must remain silent, Josephine,
and deny Kaspar every time the cock crows.
For only as Kaspar Hauser,
only as a foundling of unknown origin, is he not a threat.
Only then will they allow my Gaspard to live.
They dig and they rake
As they sing in the air
All joyous that everything's blossoming fair
Spring passes with labor the whole livelong day
The farmer doth harvest the soft fragrant hay
Father! Father, what is it?
What did he write?
"I've been poisoned."
Don't leave me!
What will I do without you?
Does my mother know about me?
Have you written to her?
Tell me who she is.
Please. Please.
7:00.
You'll be late for work again.
But what do you care?
Have you seen the ink blot?
Yes. I beg your pardon, sir.
Is Herr Hauser unwell again?
He doesn't seem to understand.
What, sir?
The patronage you enjoyed is over for good.
No lord or judge anymore to protect their little idler.
Now you must face up to life with industry and moderation.
That's right, sir.
I shall consider your words.
Don't consider!
Write!
Yes: Write, reckon, read, live, everything, everything, everything...
Nothing here, either.
Herr Hauser will certainly help us in our search.
Suddenly he stood next to me.
More fairy tales?
The man in the court gardens.
There are many men.
I was afraid he wanted to harm me.
And now you want my sympathy?
You can have that later.
First tell me where the diary's hidden.
- My diary? - Yes, your diary.
I no longer have it.
You lie to my face.
My holy word of honor!
I burnt it last week.
Finally, finally my dearest Mother.
I have a moment to tell you about the past couple of days.
I awoke in the morning...
Open the door!
I've caught you.
If you don't open the door, I'll break it down.
And what's this?
Liar!
Hypocrite!
You degenerate creature!
Destroying what might help us find the truth.
I see through you and your lies.
Twelve years in prison with bread and water?
Don't make me laugh!
And the attempt on your life? Self-inflicted injuries!
Our patience is at an end.
I'll expose the truth if I have to drag it out!
If this is life, I'd rather die!
All the better!
And on your gravestone it will say, "Here lies the imposter Kaspar Hauser"!
As you may know,
that's not just my opinion.
I know his Lordship is spreading the word that Hauser's a fraud.
But why?
Is it him?
I think so, but take a look yourself.
Gaspard.
Gaspard?
Wait.
What are you doing, Mother?
Your Royal Highness!
Don't be afraid.
I am acting on behalf of your mother.
She longs to see you.
My mother?
You know my mother?
Then tell me who she is.
I am not authorized to tell you that.
But you will know your parents' names this evening.
Everything is prepared to free you from your long humiliation.
Since the matter is hazardous for all concerned,
as you can well imagine, I must ask you not to tell anyone.
Excuse me!
It's me, Kaspar Hauser.
Are you from my parents?
Your Royal Highness,
it is an honor for me to restore you
to your appointed place after all these years.
Your real life can begin at last.
I know your hand.
All you need to know is contained in here.
You're the man.
Who are my parents?
Tell me who I am.
You know that very well.
You're Kaspar Hauser.
I must die, Mother.
Stabbed in the heart.
The monster... stronger than me.
Bitter struggle.
Man cannot win alone.
Father, not my will be done.
But Thine.
Tired... very tired.
Must go on a long journey.
"KASPAR HAUSER WAS BURIED ON 20 DECEMBER, 1833,
IN ANSBACH CEMETERY,
FIVE AND A HALF YEARS AFTER HIS RELEASE FROM NUREMBERG.
IN 1993, 160 YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH,
THE HOUSE OF BADEN STILL KEEPS THE RECORDS UNDER LOCK AND KEY.
THUS, ON KASPAR'S GRAVESTONE STILL STAND THE WORDS:
HERE LIES KASPAR HAUSER, ENIGMA OF HIS AGE
OF UNDISCOVERED ORIGIN, MYSTERIOUS HIS DEATH."
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