Is it for me?
It's for tomorrow.
So it's for you.
For whomever.
Thanks.
Did you apologize?
To whom? -You know who.
Try to relax. -I am relaxed.
I'll go check.
Sorry.
You're up, Jenny!
Are you relaxed? -Yes.
You were sensational.
You were wonderful.
I knew that you would make it big,
even before you beat him up.
It was a joke, Mr. Mütze. Jesus...
I'm sorry.
You apologized, didn't you?
Yes.
So let's bury the hatchet.
Let's drink to that.
I thought you didn't drink. -You're right. I don't drink.
I'll always respect him, but... he does get on my nerves.
Like I do?
No, you don't get on my nerves.
Okay, I'll say it first.
And I never even said it to people I've slept with.
I like you.
And you?
Do you like me?
Did you understand my question?
I'm not deaf!
No...
You're in the final round. Practice...
Don't let it get to your head...
Pretend it's nothing...
Yes...
One last question, please.
I think that's enough now.
How come she ended up here?
A great talent like her.
That doesn't concern me.
Don't you find it strange to sit next to a murderer?
As I said, it doesn't interest me.
And that she decapitated and cut up that guy?
They found his head at the dump.
Half eaten by rats.
I'm only interested in music.
You've never cared about her past. Bye...
What do you expect to find in her file?
Mrs. Krüger, you've achieved something great.
-If it's true...
... how can I keep on working with her? <-If you're worried about your salary...>
<... I'm sure we'll find a way...> -I want to see her file!
What?
Where is she?
No. -What do you mean?
I don't accept your apology.
Is she sick?
Let's go. -Give me the key, I have to practice.
Don't touch.
Mrs. Krüger?
What do you want?
My name is von Loeben.
You've seen the photo. -I've seen Jenny's file.
My daughter didn't do it.
We're not going to talk about Jenny's file.
Then let's talk about your file.
We're not going to talk at all.
<''February 4, 1945.''>
Don't ask what archive I found this in.
I think you'd better leave, Mr. von Loeben.
Don't worry, nobody knows about it.
Don't be afraid.
Have you calmed down?
Have you? -Yes.
Yes.
You admire Mr. Furtwängler?
He was my teacher.
He supported you very much.
He writes that you're the...
... best German pianist in your age group,
ideologically grounded, but mentally hypertensive.
Yes.
Communist?
No.
Related?
What? -Are you related to the convict?
No.
Friends?
Yes, I'm... -No.
You're certainly not friends with a parasite.
No.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm...
I was just her piano teacher.
<''In the morning of February 2,>
began work in the Wehrmacht Hospital 3 of Luckau Prison.''
<''The hospitai ward where I work>
fell victim to a terror attack by the Americans at 7:45 a.m.
Buildings and Wehrmacht members were harmed.''
<''As I learned later, >
an execution was interrupted by the attack.
<''As a paramedic,>
lt must have been due to my state of exhaustion.
This negligence had nothing to do with my acquaintance
Jenny never finished anything.
She ended up on the street.
There, or in some public restroom, she met this cute little hustler.
The cheapest kind.
And then...
... this boy killed his father.
It's nice here.
According to the files your daughter did it.
That's not true. -Then why is she in prison?
Because she was convicted, not because she did it.
She incriminated herself to cover this loser.
He dumped her and got free.
She rejected any kind of help
because I urged her to testify against the hustler.
He got her pregnant, did you know... -Yes.
Then she got angry and pulled me into this.
She mentioned our...
... our relationship in court...
What could I do?
Admit that I slept with my daughter?
My wife would have killed herself.
What do you want from me?
You canceled Jenny's piano lessons.
She's innocent.
She didn't do anything!
What is this? Why aren't you playing the piano?
Hello, Mrs. Krüger.
It's nice to have you back. -What are you doing?
We wanted to surprise you.
Clara and I.
So, Clara, can you do a curtsy now?
Then I don't want your surprise.
You denied Jenny access to the piano for three days. Is that true?
Well, I had to paint the music stand.
Go tinker somewhere else.
And you quit playing that negro music!
Negro music, huh?
I won't let you ruin your technique.
The concert is in one week.
We had an agreement. -You lost us three days.
I do what you say. I play the pieces you pick.
I work your fucking Schumann till my ears hurt.
So don't freak when I play some good stuff. -It's noise.
It's mine. It's me.
Understand?
If I hear that stuff again, it's over.
You want me to do a fucking curtsy, too.
You want your curtsy. -No, I want you to win.
All you want is people doing a curtsy for you.
But I won't do that, ever. For no one.
Want to go inside?
Can't we still let her play the contest? -After this?!
I know...
But we have such good press. -The girl does.
''Melancholy behind bars.''
Considering she almost killed two guys, that's good press!
That's not the whole truth. -It's the bottom line.
How would the press react if we ruined her chances two days before the contest?
She ruined it for herself, and I don't give a shit what the papers write.
What if they write about you? -Me?
''Petty prison officer prevents world career.''
There's worse:
''Career-bent psychologist helps killer and puts public at risk...''
That headline is a bit too long.
So how about: ''Prison warden forced to resign.''
Oh, really? -You bet.
You mean... -Yes, I do.
Well, I think Mr. Kowalski has a point.
I revoke the leave for your student. Put her in strict confinement.
We'll investigate. -You're destroying her life.
Jenny could try again next year.
Then she'd have more time to prepare.
Next year she'll be too old.
And so will I.
That's why I want to tell you something.
How dare you!
They said you're quitting. Is that true?
Why were you so mean to me?
That hussy just uses our piano.
I donated 500 euros for it, you know that.
Take as much as you need.
I don't want you to give it all up, honestly!
And what about last night?
You ask as if I weren't a good person.
You're not all good, either.
It was your idea, wasn't it? -What if it was?
Go tell warden Meyerbeer the truth.
I have family, Mrs. Krüger, I can't do that.
Oh, give... -And wash away the shame...
<... with blood in battle.>
They're not allowed in.
Today is my last day.
I just want to get my piano.
Tell me, Mrs. Krüger...
What do those guys have that others don't?
One's a murderer and the other raped his niece.
I'll miss you, Mrs. Krüger.
Thank you.
In about four hours all hell will break loose.
Goodbye.
Manon in ?
Get a good price for it.
You've got a lot ofjunk. -Your dress is over there.
Your shoes are polished. -Who'll get all this when you're dead?
Hurry up. You still need to change.
I'm going to have some water.
Hello, this is Mrs. Krüger...
I'm calling about Jenny von Loeben.
Yes, we're coming after all.
I'm glad, too.
Are you in charge of the contest?
Please fetch him.
I thought you didn't drink alcohol.
Jenny, put some clothes on! -I thought you didn't drink, general.
Please.
He was here? -Not now...
No, we'll talk about it now. -Jenny, we need to hurry...
Hang up and tell me what my fucking father was doing here,
or I'll have a fit right now.
It's true, he was here. -Fucking shit!
Stop it, please! -Oh, shit!
He bought you. He planned the whole thing!
No, he didn't.
He checks out the prison,
follows the pathetic teacher into her pathetic apartment
and opens his fat wallet.
You've got it wrong. -You lied to me.
No. -Yes, the whole time.
And the dress?
Did he pick it? Did he buy the goddamn dress?
And the hand ointments?
Did he choose the music, too?
Did my father pick Schumann?
He probably got me out of jail. Since you weren't able to, granny.
Believe me, I never took any money.
I don't care about money.
I only love music.
Nobody only loves music.
You get off on having a hot student.
You're vain and eaten up by ambition. You don't care about me.
But Jenny...
I told you from the start
that I don't care about you.
Where are you going?
Away.
We could still make it.
Open the door.
Look at this. -What's it about?
Who I am. -I know you're a stupid whore.
No, I'm a stupid lesbian. -See?
What did you say?
That's your way of talking, isn't it?
I once loved a woman.
She's dead.
I still love her.
It's all in there.
Eat it. Come on. -Jenny...
You don't believe me? -Eat it!
Eat it, goddamn it!
Jenny, don't... -If you follow me, I'll hit you!
Jenny, wait!
You little rat!
You hit me.
I warned you.
Did anyone see us?
What was she like?
Different. -It says 'communist' here.
That's what I mean.
No one saw us.
Hannah knew what hatred is.
And she knew what love is.
Most people are happy to be kissed good-night.
She took the photo three days before her arrest.
A comrade of hers was tortured and gave away her name.
Hannah was going to be decapitated.
But...
... on the day of her execution a bomb destroyed the scaffold.
So they thought of something else.
Am I supposed to cry now?
Do you think it's easy?
You think today was an easy day for me?
Why do you think I've stayed here for 60 years?
Because of a dead body? Great!
A lesbian who likes corpses. You're a perverted freak, madam.
How dare you!
How dare you talk like that?
I've worked very hard for this day.
I've overlooked your respectless manners and your fits.
I got you out of prison.
I told you about the only person...
... I care about, and you walk all over me!
I didn't mean to... -You don't know about the ease of annihilation!
How dare you flush your talent down the toilet?
Listen... -Shut up!
They just murdered this woman.
Even though, unlike you, she hadn't done anything!
Maybe she had a talent, too.
Perhaps she would have done anything... to live out that talent.
What else is there in life?
What's our purpose, Jenny von Loeben?
To break someone's skull?
Or to waste away in a prison cell for decades?
Or to reduce the world to rubble?
We all have a job to do, damn it!
I don't know what my job here was.
Maybe just to persevere.
But yourjob...
... is as clear as a bright day.
It is yourjob...
... and excuse my language...
... to get your lazy ass out of my chair and get moving.
Yourjob starts in two hours.
In the .
That, Jenny... is yourjob!
Good evening.
It's already started. -I'm a finalist.
At the youth competition?
Jenny von Loeben!
I called two hours ago. We were delayed.
I need to see her ID. -Please!
Or something similar. -I'll be right back.
This is indeed Ms. von Loeben. -And you are?
Her father.
Her name is on my family swim pass.
Schumann... is a good choice.
I hope you win, Jenny.
I hope you die, Daddy.
He knows nothing about Schumann. It was my choice, not his.
You'll play it beautifully.
Two minutes to go.
Good luck.
Beautiful hands.
Thanks.
Ladies and gentlemen...
... please welcome Jenny von Loeben.
We are going to hear Schumann's .
I did it, I got her out.
Oh my, Mrs. Krüger, now we're in deep shit.
Give her those few minutes.
Please.
-What do you mean by a few minutes?
Four.
Subtitles: Tommy Mang/Stephanie Huffman