FOUR MINUTES
I'm really sorry. -About what?
Them dying.
I'm sorry about they died.
Quiet down there!
A ten-meter fall would kill any fish. They were perch.
I know your perch.
The cleaning staffjust emptied my fish tank out the window.
Presto!
And the guards? -Were carrying your piano, Mrs. Krüger.
They're not allowed in. -Mr. Kowalski?
Yes?
You can't be serious. -But I am.
We've registered. -You, Mrs. Krüger, but not your escort.
They're not allowed in, really.
These gentlemen are very nice.
These gentlemen are trash. And we can't let trash in.
Not even nice trash. -No wonder your wife left you.
What a pain in the neck. -What do you mean?
Oh, fucking hell...
Where are the movers? -They're outside.
Warden... -Just call me Meyerbeer.
You permitted the delivery, Mr. Meyerbeer.
No, I didn't permit some ex-cons to deliver your piano.
You must have known that they're not allowed in.
It was a matter of money.
Why didn't you tell me, Mrs. Krüger?
Money matters can be solved.
My salary was cut three years ago. I pay the piano tuners
and buy new instruments myself.
The only money matters you've solved concerned your perch.
Stay objective. -I just worry about my students.
Four.
Excuse me? -Four. You have four students.
One hanged herself last night, and the other is Mütze.
Which is nice for him, but we were hoping...
... he'd act like a prison officer.
because Ms. Krüger wants to see you brand-new in the prison.
Thank you, Mr. Mütze.
You're starting to show your true colors.
Mrs. Krüger...
You have every right to insult me.
But keep in mind that we have 300 prisoners.
You have an office, a piano room, and only four students...
Some people have asked me to cut the piano room altogether.
You remind me of someone, warden. -Meyerbeer...
My first warden also refused to be called warden.
Head of penitentiary? -.
You've been here for a long time, Mrs. Krüger.
Interested in piano lessons?
Piano lessons?
Take one.
There you go.
I am certain
that neither death nor life,
neither angels nor mighty powers,
neither the present nor the future,
neither higher nor lower goods, nor another creature
can separate us from the love of God that resides in our Lord Jesus Christ.
Amen.
We mourn the deceased.
We will now hear her favorite sonata.
Mozart's .
So you didn't notice anything last night?
Ayse, she's new.
Stay out of it, Frankie, This is adults talking.
So...
You didn't notice anything? -I was sleeping.
You were sleeping?
She was sleeping.
You sure sleep well, huh?
Don't even notice someone biting the dust next to you.
You know what I think?
You didn't sleep at all.
You let her dangle, didn't you?
You're just the type.
You'd steal the last smoke from a corpse.
Are you cross-eyed?
You'll get yours, Jenny.
Don't touch me.
I said, don't touch! -Quiet!
The new students are waiting.
The smell of lilac, so mild, so strong and full...
Hans Sachs in ? -
That's Othello.
That's a tough one. -Study, Mr. Mütze.
Or you'll never get anywhere.
Puccini? -Puccini!
No? -Let the ladies enter.
Go on.
Press it?
Yes.
Your hands are sore. -A little.
What happened? -None of your business.
You want to play piano with those hands?
They're the only hands I've got.
Get her out.
Sure, Mrs. Krüger, but...
... I think she's talented. -Right now!
Enny von Loeben... -Jenny.
It says here she's musical.
And my piano lesson? -I'm sure you can do without.
What's your problem?
Young lady, watch your manners.
What?
I can't play because of my hands? Fuck that fascist shit!
Don't touch me. I said, don't touch.
Let's go.
Fucking shit!
Go ahead.
I, uh...
I don't know where you learned your skills.
Fuck off!
And I don't really care.
That negro music is worthless.
But...
... it was still...
... unusual.
God must have given you something special.
I think you're despicable, you should know that...
... but you have a gift.
And you have the obligation to preserve that gift.
Once you've paid for what you did to the people here today...
... I can offer you my help.
This help will not concern you as a person.
I can help you become a better pianist.
But I can't make you a better person.
Think it over.
Did we wake you up?
This is no time for sleeping.
Dad still can't speak well.
That's Clara. -I'm Clara.
Well, Clara, can you do a nice curtsy?
That's a pity.
Is that your husband?
I don't have a husband, honey.
Is he dead?
No, Clara.
Tosca in .
What?
Tamino in .
Arabella in .
Dad's going to be on TV.
So all the studying was of some use.
We all miss you terribly.
How's that woman? You know who, says Dad.
She will be severely punished.
Dad's going to kick her ass when he returns.
The words 'sorry,' 'please' and 'thank you' are missing in your letter.
Sorry. Please. Thank you.
Eat it. -You want me to eat the letter?
Eat it. -Why?
Rule number one. -What'll rule number two make me eat?
The lesson I have to offer you requires humility.
Humility is rule number one. You'll do what I say and no complaining.
Not with words or glances. Never.
You want me to be your whimpering slave?
Well, okay then.
Hello! All right, I got it. It's a deal.
Sit back down.
Sit down.
Please.
I'll be your whimpering slave.
Rule number two: your hands.
You'll need them, so stop that.
Rule number three: you smell.
I don't want to sit next to someone who doesn't wash.
Rule number four: the contest.
What contest?
There's a piano contest for upcoming talents under 21
and I want you to reach the finals.
The girl deserves a chance. -Yes.
That brat? -Dieter, why not?
Don't call me Dieter. She knocked Mütze out for weeks,
she's under strict confinement, and you'd let her hit the keys all day?
Is thatjust? -Always consider the specific situation.
Oh, give me a break! -You're so bullheaded.
Mr. Kowalski, let your wife finish. -Ex-wife!
We should support Jenny. Her bio shows interferences...
Interferences? She basically slaughtered the guy...
Wait a minute! Let's not...
He's right, though!
Please, please, please!
We're all adults.
Mrs. Hofmann. -Thanks.
Jenny has no contact to her family or anyone outside.
Not that she seems to care to.
She has no psychological parent and no perspective.
So what do you suggest?
A few piano lessons. -Where will it lead us!
Mr. Kowalski... -Listen, I represent all the officers
and employees of this prison. Where will it lead us
if we reward the perpetrators? -It's useless.
She almost kills a guard, and then gets to play happy tunes.
That simply can't be!
Mrs. Krüger...
I don't know...
How successful could the inmate be in the contest?
She could win first prize.
Which would be a success for all of us.
And, of course, a personal victory for you.
Mr. Meyerbeer.
What's in it for me?
Rule number five:
This is not about you.
When I was that kid's age, I performed in New York and Amsterdam.
At ten I had played numerous international contests.
Half of which I won.
My adoptive father tried to turn me into Mozart.
When I quit at twelve, he fucked me senseless.
So I don't really feel like some stupid contest.
Then it might be best to go back to rule number one.
Good morning.
I call all my students by their first name.
If you don't mind. -No problem. I'm Jenny.
Sit down, Jenny.
Let's start with something easy.
Schubert's Impromptu No. 2
in A flat major.
Let's take a look at your technique.
We'd like to start.
Go ahead.
Mr. Kowalski?
Yes?
Take off her handcuffs.
The inmate's handcuffs have to stay.
That's ridiculous. -Sorry.
Those are the rules. -That's nonsense.
How am I supposed to teach her like that?
It's for your personal safety.
So we'll...
... read music. You can read music...
...can't you? -Yes.
So, what's the time signature?
Three-four. -Good.
I'll play the quarter notes and you sing the melody.
One, two...
Mr. Kowalski? -You need to step back a bit.
If I step back, she can't read the music anymore.
One meter distance. -Why?
Because of your hand. -What about it?
She could bite you.
Jenny, are you planning to bite my hand?
No.
She even bites her own hand.
Who do you think I am?
It all depends how far she gets.
Okay, I'll see what I can do.
But I can't speak for the editorial department.
Mrs. Krüger,
meet Mr. Wahrich from
Please be nice to the press. He's writing a piece about our prison.
I have to teach now.
Could she play something for us?
Not yet. -Please!
We're still reading music. -So read music.
No.
Four.
Go ahead.
Then I need my handcuffs.
I've only played with handcuffs so far.
I like the handcuffs idea. -Yeah, me too.
Handcuffed, then?
Behind the back, please.
Sure... behind the back.
Don't you ever... play that negro music again!
What? -Negro music.
What the fuck! That's what I like.
Are you sorry, at least? -Yes.
Yes, I'm sorry.
Good.
Oh, God. Those are the wrong ones.
Did you know there's trumpetfish?
And fiddlefish? Even drumfish?
Enough for a whole orchestra.
She does have small hands.
If there was a pianofish, it'd look like your daughter.
You as her dad can be proud.
The contest tomorrow will be a piece of cake for her.
It's only the first round.
Will you be there?
I mean, incognito, of course.
Is she in civilian clothes? -Of course.
Is she clean? -Sorry, I didn't try to sniff on her.
What are those? -Civilian clothes.
We have to buy her clothes. -Not permitted.
Forget it. -A sweater, some pants, shoes...
In this outfit we don't even have to go.
Then let's go back to prison.
Oh, no. -Oh, yes.
No way.
Take off yourjacket.
Take off your coat.
It's your turn.
Should I put down my stipends? -Yes, all of them.
I'm a master student. -Put it down.
Are you a master student, too? -No, I'm a killer.
Put it down. You never know what it's good for.
Let those losers fight it out.
It doesn't get my nipples hard.
We're here now... and we'll see this through.
No, we won't, you fucking cunt!
You're scared. -Yeah, sure, I'm scared.
Oh, I'm so scared!
That's normal. The guy in there's scared, too.
As he should be. He's got no talent at all.
With you it's different. -Spare me the psycho babble.
If you don't make it here today, you'll never make it.
Stop it. -Then you're a coward, Jenny.
I said, stop it. -A coward.
I warn you. -A coward.
Shut your fucking mouth!
We have to stop at a hospital before we get back.
So l took them to a hospital, because of the girl's hands.
I could slap myself.
You see?
I'm a man of principles.
Then I made one exception... and got screwed.
And I always tell my children,
''Don't trust anyone. Don't help anyone.
Don't give anything to anyone.'' And then I don't even stick to my rules.
I didn't think you'd be so stupid.
Maybe you're not stupid, butjust...
Oh, I don't know.
What if the window had broken?
Nice view, huh?
Today you did something extraordinary.
And then you ruin it all.
What is it with you?
I knew the window would't break.
I ran into it before, when my baby was born.
Two or three stories up,
where the view is even nicer.
I was in labor for sixteen hours.
When I told the doctor that I... that I couldn't take it anymore,
he said that I was just a con trying to stay out of prison.
They should have done a Cesarian.
But they didn't.
They just let me tear.
I blacked out.
When I woke up, the nurse said to me...
''Your baby...
Your baby is gone.
It's just gone.''
Circulatory collapse.
His name was Oskar.
Shit...
Three hours later they took me back to jail.
Nice name, Oskar.
Why do you stop? -That was good.
Are you kidding? -I need a break.
No, you don't. -What's wrong with a break?
You've had a three-year break. Start again.
I've been here for two hours. -So have I.
Let's hear it.
Come on!
''Come on!''
Jenny... -Mrs. Krüger...
Please, Jenny, concentrate!
Pardon me.
I'm sorry.
I should have said something.
She's playing Beethoven for you. -Well, she's talented.
See how talented she is?
It's nothing personal, we're just practicing.
She's going to play in a contest.
Me, too.
Tomorrow night, in color.
Remember?
And this, ladies and gentlemen, brings us to the last question,
Listen carefully, here it comes: the jackpot question.
If Mozart had written an opera for Cinderella...
... it would have resulted in what kind of cheese?
Why cheese...? -Had Mozart written an opera
for Cinderella, it would have resulted in what cheese? -Mozzarella.
This answer, ladies and gentlemen, is...
<... correct!>
Look who's back.
Inspection. Get up.
Get up!
You know what this means?
Good luck?
Bug infestation.
We're going to have to move you.
And I happen to know a nice place for you.
You like it here? Is it okay for you?
It's a good place to meet people.
Listen, you can do whatever you want here.
It's like a playground.
But there's one thing you should never do.
The thing you do best.
Play piano.
No, sleep.
You'll be more famous than him.
Much bigger.
I really believe in you.
They'll shave your head, too. -No, they won't.
This summer I'll be out here with a pony.
And if not?
Then not.
Damn you... -Stop it!
Is our time up?
Let's take a short break. -I don't want to.
But you need one.
Strange how hard it is for both of us...
What?
... to be friendly.
Is it for me?
It's for tomorrow.
So it's for you.
For whomever.
Thanks.
Did you apologize?
To whom? -You know who.