Good luck, Biberkopf.
Your streetcar's over there.
Go on now.
What's wrong with you?
I don't know. I can't get my bearings.
Come on. Let's go get a drink.
These things still go on!
Anyway...
Where'd that guy go with my suitcase? - You got conned.
So they stole that too. Now I have nothing left.
Oh well. At least you can't lose anything that way.
Well, well. Biberkopf!
You've been gone a long time.
A beer and two patties.
Coming up.
- Wait.
- What? Let me.
So you help out here?
No male admirers around?
- No, none. - In that case, another beer.
Let's go upstairs!
Cheers.
Who's that with Cilly?
A beer driver, maybe. Can't believe she'd go for that type.
His name's Biberkopf. I know him from before.
Just out of prison. Four years.
- Oh? - Yes.
Killed his girlfriend, lda, while on the booze.
Not bad for a beginner.
Eats her fill and then she's off.
- What did he come looking for? - Me!
Do I owe you? I'll pay you back.
- So you were in the can? - Yeah, but that's over.
- You're quite a guy. - I'm a street vendor now:
- matches, newspapers, suspenders. - You can't make money that way.
The main thing is to go straight.
- Am I right? - You're right.
- What's your name? - Reinhold.
See ya, Reinhold.
You used to be my gal, Cilly.
Not anymore.
(Reinhold) Maybe we can be friends again.
Get the fat guy for us.
We can use him.
Na!
Cheers!
He's done time in Tegel.
The two new guys are lightweights. We're gonna get that guy.
Looks real solid. - Yeah.
And not too bright.
Is he willing? - Let me worry about that.
He has to. Karl, go after him.
Okay.
Hey, watch where you're going!
What's the big deal? I'm looking for someone.
Pardon me, Your Excellency!
Have you seen a guy with a brown fur collar?
(Gast) I haven't seen him.
You seen a guy with a brown fur collar?
- A brown fur collar? - Lots of guys with brown fur collars come in here.
Who sent you here?
If you haven't seen the guy
then why should you care?
Lots of guys with brown fur collars come in here.
See? He's seen 'em!
We need to know who sent you here.
I don't have to tell you my business.
If you ask him if a guy with a brown fur collar was in here,
then he can ask you who sent you here. - Yes!
I still don't have to tell you who I am.
No, my friend. If you ask him a question, then he can ask you one too.
Otherwise just don't ask him.
I still don't have to tell you my business!
Then he doesn't have to say if the guy was here.
It's just logical.
Aren't you the clever one!
Fine! Go on being clever!
You brainiac.
Hello!
- Hey, wait! - You talkin' to me?
Hold on a minute. What's your big hurry?
What's the matter?
What do you want?
Nuthin'. Just got a question.
What I wanted to say... where are you going?
- To work. - Work's hard to find these days.
I know some work...
for a guy with your muscles.
I don't use muscle anymore. I use...
Shut up!
Step right up, ladies and gentlemen. Come closer.
Why do rich men on the west side wear ties?
but workers don't?
Step right up, folks.
You too, young lady with your husband,
and you minors too.
Why don't workers wear ties?
Because they can't tie 'em!
So he buys a tie holder
but it's poor quality,
and he can't tie his tie!
That's cheating the customer! That's a swindle!
Das verbittert das Volk!
That makes people resentful and pushes Germany even deeper into misery than it already is.
Come closer, folks.
Auch die Herren von der Sturmtruppe sind herzlich eingeladen, teilzunehmen.
Hallo, hallo!
You storm troopers are kindly invited to join the festivities too. Step in closer, so I can save my voice.
She didn't insure it. I couldn't make the first payment.
Buy my handy little ready-made gadget here.
Buy It!
You'll save time and money. Time is money!
You can't just wrap a gas hose around your neck every morning!
That's not acceptable.
You need this fine little device.
And if war reparations have left you with anything,
it's that head on your shoulders that tells you
that you really need this!
Come out of the street, young man.
If you get run over, who'll clean up the mess?
Buy my wares, ladies and gentlemen.
The price is right:
one for 20, three for 50.
It won't snap, split or break.
Don't laugh, folks.
I just wanted to show you
how sturdy and solid it is.
See, folks! Still the same:
20 for one, 50 for three.
Here's your chance at a real deal!
One for 20, three for 50.
Cilly!
Hello, Cillyken.
So nice of you to come by!
Tag, Cillyken.
(Franz) Yes, but what...
- are you doing here? - Come with me. Wait, i have to
- get my things. - Do that...
I'll wait here.
You know, Franz, you'd make a good family man:
nightgown, felt slippers, the whole thing.
Why not? Something wrong with that?
You'll never get anywhere like that!
Wait and see. Lots of guys are worse off. They end up on the dole...
or get locked up out at Tegel.
Oh!
What's gotten into you?
You're cozy here. You can do anything you want.
Listen.
I have something for you.
What is it?
Look. Something very nice!
Nice.
- Where'd you get these things? - How do I look?
First I gotta know where you got 'em.
I see. You'd rather look like a tramp than accept something from me.
Take 'em back where you got 'em. Got that?
(Cilly) Then maybe I should just leave too.
(Franz) Maybe you should.
Where'd you get these things, Cilly?
A girl gave them to me.
I'm telling you: Watch your step.
Don't be angry, Franzie.
(both laughing)
- (Franz) None of us are angels, are we? - Hm.
- (Franz)Enough! Let's get down to the bar! - Wait!
(Cilly) You really mean it? - Why not?
Stop pestering it all the time!
- And you get out of here with that cigar! - (Gast) No.
- The air's bad enough. - You're nuts!
They've never been in a cage. They don't understand.
So what's the story?
He wouldn't take the clothes.
Well, I want Biberkopf, and that's that.
Well, I won't help.
I want him, and that's that.
Why the hell do you want him?
- We have the two new guys. - Those cream puffs...
- are totally useless! Forget about 'em.
Enough of your "peep peep".
- (Franz) Peep, peep. - (Guest) Peep, peep.
- Peep, peep. - Mr Biberkopf.
Mr. Biberkopf, my tie's come undone.
You got that patented tie holder?
Come to the Alexanderplatz. They don't allow business in here.
Can't we got to another place. Please do me that favour.
- Take it easy. - (Guest) Buy the real thing here!
Why do rich men on the west side wear ties...
but workers don't? Ladies and Gentlemen:
One for 20, three for 50!
Step right up!
Shall I loosen my tie and sing a little song, boys?
Peep, peep, peep The dickey bird sings
- Do you know where the dickey bird sings?
- In its cage - But where? - On the wall
Don't ask such stupid questions
Perhaps the honorable Mr. Biberkopf will sing something too.
You bet I will!
What should I sing? Wait a minute.
What can the band play?
Do you... What do you know? Do you know "l Once Knew a Comrade"?
I once knew a comrade
- You couldn't find a better man - (Gast) Enough!
Dapdada. But now it's all over and I've paid my dues
And now I'm starting all over again
There'll be sweat and hard work
The new Biberkopf holds his own
The old Biberkopf no longer exists
The old Biberkopf is dead, dead, dead
What do you take us for?
Find some other bar...Mr. Biberkopf.
What's the problem?
The gentleman needs a new bar. We're not classy enough.
- Get off the table. - Says who?
- Says me!
(Guest)... gone stupid, or what?
I'll pay for the glasses.
Fine, but stop driving my customers away.
Come on, Cilly. I know the score here. 226
Rotten dump! - Let's go this way, Franz!
- No, this way. - Come on - this way!
Why? We'll go this way.
- Let's go.
- I want to go this way! - Franz...
- I'm going this way. - Do what you want. I think, we...
Get against the wall, Franz!
Who'll pay for our window?
- Go see what's happening. - You go instead.
And he calls himself a man!
Fido, come here!
What the hell? You guys are crazy!
- Damn bastards! - Are you all right?
- Come on now! - He picked the wrong guy!
Here's your hat. Did they hurt you?
Come on!
They picked the wrong guy!
What's going on, Officer?
What's happening?
So you don't know either?
- He's playing dumb. - So let him go.
- What do you want? Franz is... - He's in there dancing with fat Ida.
- Violets. - Oh, yes, sure.
Here, Cilly.
- Oh, look at him... - I shouldn't really accept these.
How much longer will it be?
- You two gonna become trash pickers? - You see!
Break every bone in his body - he won't change.
But you're a clever girl.
Oh Reinald, there so many men. I'll get you ten other guys.
I need him, and he'll do as I say!
- Forget about Franz!
- Won't help me out?
- No. - Say that again! - Ouch!
Let me go! You don't like me anymore anyway.
- (sings) Excuse me, sweetheart. - (Cilly laughs)
- So here you two are! - Come here!
You're my friend. You saved my life.
You get to wear my crown.
You are my friend
in whom I'll always believe.
And you are my bride
in whose eyes I looked
Franzie...dear Franzie.
What is it, snookums?
I can't make heads or tails of this stuff.
Franz, what about we get away from this place?
- Why? - I've got money I can lend you.
Why? Things are fine here.
You sent all the guys off. Now we're short tonight.
We've got a first-class replacement.
Who?
I see. Mr. Peep Peep.
A most respectable man...
who'll soon be chirping a different tune.
Let's move out to the suburbs.
Come in.
Miss Cilly, there's a man here to see you.
I just look at tax forms and I'm lost.
Reinhold says to tell you we need...You know...
He wants Franz to stop by.
- Well? - Reinhold sent word to go see him.
Sure, let's go.
I can't figure this out anyway.
Reinhold's a fine young man.
We can all be wrong about people sometimes, you know?
- Let's go. - You go. I'll be right there.
- All right, bye. - See you later.
- Where are we going? - Pankow.
But first we're picking up two guys.
- Then we got to the Bockbierfest - I can't be gone long.
- Cilly's waiting. - We'll go get her later.
For God's sake! She'll be furious!
Henschke!
Henschke.
- Yes? - Henschke.
- Isn't Reinhold here? - They all drove off together.
- What about Biberkopf? - Him too.
oh!
What's wrong? Why so upset, Miss Cilly?
- That's impossible! - They just want to have a little fun.
Nothing wrong with that.
- What's wrong? - What if Franz messes things up?
- We've just gotta help him.. - I'm longing for a drink so hard.
- The boys are waiting. - So let 'em wait. _ Get rid of the cigar!
- Why? - Because I said so.
That was a new cigar.
You stay here. If anything happens, whistle.
- Whistle? - Don't you get it?
Well...
- What's wrong? - Get me outta here! Let me outta here!
Shut up!
Let me out!
I want out!
- Shut up now! - I gotta get out!
- I want out! - Watch out! The hand!
- Let me... - It's okay! - Warte!
Get yourself outta here!
- Leave me alone! 329
- What's up? - That's not one of ours!
- It's a different car! - Someone squealed on us!
Looks like the police!
- Police? - Oh, no!
- Push him out! - Bastards! - You won't squeal on us!
Now he'll slow down the cops, too.
- Now he can't squeal on us again! - He'll slow down the cops, too.
I told you he'd be trouble.
- What was that, Karl? - It's such a bad road.
Never saw such a bad road. I can't see anything.
- Who's there? - Open up!
You guys were gone a long time this time.
Where's Franz?
What's she doing here?
She wanted to call the police for her Franz.
You almost sunk us all, you and your Biberkopf.
- Where's Franz? - The cops got him.
That's a lie!
- Shut her up! - It's not true! - Calm down! Shut up!
We'll be gone a few days. I'll tell you who's got the address.
- What's happened with... - Quiet! You're coming with us.
Good luck, Biberkopf.
Buy my little gadget!
Let me out!
I want out here! Open the door!
- Push him out! - He wo't squeal on us again!
Oh!
Well now, Mr. Biberkopf!
Welcome back.
You were gone a long time... three weeks.
You boiling some punch there?
Have a look.
- I'm not buying that. - It's gauze for bandages.
I don't know you. What's your name?
Ich? Paula.
Me? Paula.
I don't know no Paula.
Was ist denn das?
- What's this thing here? - You're ill, Mr. Biberkopf.
Your head and arm were injured.
I want outta here.
- I have my work! I have things to do! - Soon.
- I want outta here! - l'll call the doctor.
What's going on here?
What's wrong with me?
I have to get your particulars.
You don't mind, do you?
Let's see. You were run over on May 12 on the Eberswalderstrasse.
Name: Franz Biberkopf.
Auto accident.
Did you step in front of the car, or what?
No, no.
Listen!
Watch closely. I'll demonstrate once more.
Here's the perfect rubber band for a gentleman.
It won't snap, split or break.
Made from the very best materials.
The whole family could hang from this rubber band.
Pull that end, young man.
Harder! It won't bounce back like a bad check!
- So you're not married. - No.
No children either? Sorry - dumb question.
- Don't say that. - What?
Thanks, colleague. Please end the visit alone.
I want to talk to him.
So... you're a street vendor.
What sort of things do you sell?
Very kind of you to sit and talk with me, Doctor.
I wanted to ask -
The others are asking...
when the cast is coming off my arm.
It'll get stiff being bandaged too long, won't it?
That's a powerful hand, Biberkopf
Squeeze. Harder! yes.
- You're a real man, Biberkopf. - That's right.
Rotten luck, getting hit by that car.
Your skull was fractured.
We weren't able to save your arm.
You mean my arm is gone?
Well...
thanks so much for telling me.
Well, anyway...
You have a tough job too...
telling people these things.
All in a day's work. Now let's see you
- get back on your feet quickly. - Tomorrow.
- No, a few more days. - Tomorrow, if possible.
I can't lie in bed for so long.
I have to get back to work. I have to get up soon, Mister...
Love comes, love goes
No government can forbid it
A blonde today A brunette tomorrow
Who wants to commit his heart
Take your luck as it comes.
Fortune is gold, gold is power. Thanks!
Love comes, love goes
It wafts in on the breeze and then it's gone
No one makes a big fuss over love these days
You get along or you slug it out
A day is like a year...
- one does not ask what was before. - Miss, take some change out of my pocket.
- I can't reach my piggy bank.
Love comes, love goes
No government can forbid it
- Put the rest back. - Thanks. Today a blonde...
Who wants to commit his heart?
See, I didn't steal any.
Then reach in again.
Fortune is gold, gold is power.
- (sings on) - Your fiancé isn't as old as he looks either.
- (still sings) - What's going on here?
Good thing that sign says you're blind or no one would know.
Mind your own business. I'm just doing my job.
Better guide your music director back to his chair.
Meet me at 5:00...
- at the fountain in Friedrichshain Park. - Okay.
(Franz) Love comes, love goes
No government can do anything about it
So here we are. There you are.
Yes, here we are.
So you think we should be organ grinders?
- Were you in the war? - Yes, sure I was.
- What's your name? - Me? Biberkopf, Franz.
- My name's Sonia. - Are you from Poland?
No. Bernau.
Then your name can't be Sonia.
No, they just call me that because of how I look.
You know...
- Are things all right? - Yeah, for now.
- You don't get a pension? - Sure, but nothing regular.
- Well? - Well.
Are you going to take me home?
No, I better not.
What's wrong?
Yeah, I'll take you home. Come with me.
But I'm not gonna call you Sonia.
I'm gonna call you...
- Mieze! - Yes, Mieze.
How do you do, Mieze?
You! You!
What's all the ruckus? What's wrong?
Biberkopf's here asking for you.
- Who? - Biberkopf.
Aren't you gonna scram?
No. Why should I?
What's he want?
- Hello, Karl. - Hello.
How are ou?
Fine, so far...
Just came out of the hospital.
- Almost died. - Oh.
Just came by to see
if things are okay.
- Yeah, everything's fine. - Glad to hear it.
No one else around?
No.
- Well, see ya. - see ya.
Just a minute.
Cilly's been asking about you.
She's a classy lady now, with a gentleman on the west side.
Good for her. Good-bye.
Can you figure him out?
Hello?
Who's speaking, please?
No, I can't hear you.
Oh! Henschke!
What?
No! Franz.
- He came in here! - How's he look?
Sturdy as an ox. He wants to come back.
All right.
Thanks.
He's looking for Reinhold.
Let's go after him. No, you stay here.
Put your hands up!
I only got one arm.
What do you want from me?
Pu that thing down!
What do you want from me?
- I want to let bygones be bygones. - I'm not falling for that.
My arm's gone.
But I'm fine so far.
- And what else? - Nothing.
I asked you what you want!
I want to let bygones be bygones. Maybe you don't believe me.
My arm's gone. It ain't gonna grow back.
- So Here I am. - So it's money you want?
Money, yes, earn some money.
Yeah, I want to make money with you guys,
I thought I could take the respectable route,
but I was a real dope.
So here I am.
What else can I do?? Soll ich Be an organ grinder? No.
No, I'd rather steal.
I did everything I could.
But that's over and done with,
even if it costs me my neck.
So this is your latest idea?
No, no, no!
I did everything I could.
Now here I am, and here I'm gonna stay!
So think it over.
- What are you doing here? - Franz, come home.
Why that look?
What's wrong? - It's not a woman's business.
Things will get better.
You think so?
I've starved and frozen many a time,
but things always turned out fine.
- So you're Mieze. - Yes.
I was Franz's girlfriend before. I'm Cilly.
I don't know a thing about Franz.
Oh, don't you look smart!
- What do you want to know? - Everything!
A guy with one arm - Out of question!
Buy him a barrel organ or give him a couple marks.
We've got to watch out for him. You know why.
- How can a one armed harm us? - Or a guy with no brain!
- Huh? - You can't see he's come to his senses.
He just wants to spy on us!
Rubbish! I know what he wants.
I'll try him out, and I'll be responsible.
Mieze!
You've got to watch out for him.
They make him do anything they want.
I'll get a job, if I have to be an organ grinder.
I know that crowd.
Watch out or they'll get him into trouble. You understand?
Tomorrow evening, you say?
- Is Biberkopf really coming with us? - Of course.
- If you mean. - Why not?
Why?
One bale of cheviot, 75.02
One half bale of worsted, 75.64.
One bale of cheviot, 75.66.
- How many bales are missing in total? - Just a moment.
One half bale of worsted, 75.69.
One half bale of worsted, 75.98.
My wife said just yesterday, "No one can get through that door!"
So they came through the roof! - The very best English cloth! 573
These men clearly have no sense of patriotism!
The very best English cloth!
The very best English cloth, Herr Biberkopf!
I certainly hope so, or I'm conning myself.
That tickles! No nonsense!
I'll send for my old things later.
-Mieze, come and be amazed. - Yes.
- What do you think? - Very smart!
See?
- Clothes make the man. Now it's your turn. - No, No.
- Don't be so silly! - No, I'm not going to buy.
Business is good. We can afford decent clothes now.
Now, come on. Am I not right?
I'll be right there.
Four more lagers! Two bottles of champagne, Henkel Trocken!
Look, a client.
Listen, where's the client?
Ouch!
Just as I thought!
Ah, who cares? Mr. Show-off!
Funny. Let it bang!
Not on my clothes! That was a bang, the champagne!
One only lives once in life!
- Cheers! - Cheers!
I told you: I'm not going in.
- I'm not dressed for it. - Well, in that case -
Unlike you, Mr. Fancy-Pants.
Franz isn't gonna outdo me.
Careful that his big spending doesn't land us in jail.
- He's a rookie! - He's just showing off for me.
- Let him. - Yes, let him.
Hey, kitten!
Leave the whole box.
How much is it? - Fifteen marks.
Wait a minute.
Here's 20 marks.
Keep the change.
Let's drink. Gimme a drink. I'm so busy here, I can't even...
- Cheers! - Life is so wonderful!
Ah, Reinhold! I'd like to introduce:
my friend, Count Casanova, from the Casa Nova.
- Let the count sit down.
Count, these are three prize-winning beauties of Pankow.
- No. - Get up, beauty!
Let me talk to my friend a minute.
My dear Reinhold, I'm always so happy to see you.
It's great that you came here. Wanna smoke?
You'd need a radiator to thaw that one out!
- Shall I tickle you, darling? - Give us a smile!
- Don't get too careless with the beauties!
Scram for a while, girls.
Get away, girls!
These dames mean nothing to me.
But at home I have a...
real pearl, a treasure, a jewel.
- Why don't you bring her along? - The one who loves his wife, leaves her at home.
No need to drag women everywhere.
Of course! What do you think?
Those crooks steal and cheat. - Crooks?
And Franz frightens me too.
Franz? He's done time too.
Tegel. Four years Tegel.
Prison, yes.
That's right - Franz.
I tell you, she's wonderful. Loyal as gold.
- I think... - A glass of Champagne?
- A lemonade. - You and your lemonade!
Rubbish! Have some champagne!
Champagne. Then you'll see how life is on the bottom and on the top.
Liste, they play my favourite song!
A round for the orchestra!
When a man's 30 years old
He has life at his feet
Later his hair grows gray
And he lies flat on his face
What's the point of being 30?
And letting money go unspent
Slave away and all the rest
and nothing else we have.
Nothing! Nothing! No!
We only go around once in life
We get one chance at girls, schnapps and beer
Yes, let life's big moving van come
Adieu, Berlin. We're driving on
Adieu, Berlin. We're driving on.
To the orchestra!
We'll now announce the prizes for the three most beautiful bathing suits.
First prize, a set of fine china, goes to Miss Clarissa Gordona.
Second prize, a crystal bowl, goes to Miss Anni Behnke.
Third prize, a travel bag, goes to Miss Schulz.
Mieze, I gotta tell you: Watch out!
Watch out for Reinhold!
- Reinhold? - Yes, Reinhold.
- He's the most dangerous of all. - Reinhold?
- Yes. - Allright.
All right. He's the one I'll go after.
Wait a minute.
It's cold outside.
You'll freeze.
Here. I'll lend you my fur.
Hasn't she prettied up the place?
Wait till you see how gentle she is,
- And loyal, i can tell you, loyal as gold. - You have everything you need at the bar.
Enough about the bar!
Come here. There She comes. Hide!
Don't make asound. Come on.
Stop right there, Mieze.
You have to swear first.
Swear you won't look behind the curtains.
- "I swear..." Come on! - I swear.
"I swear I won't look behind the curtains."
- Fine. - Good girl.
You got me another present, didn't you?
- Don't buy me any more presents! - Why not, sweetie?
We have everything we need. I have my dress,
You have your things. Why do we need more things?
Because they're nice to have.
- What is it? - Franzie.
I have something to say. - Then say it!
I want to wear my old dress!
Oh, dear.
We'll look for work, even something on the street!
Why?
Where'd you get that fur?
Where'd you get this?
I ran into an old friend. - And he told you about me?
- No. - And you let him give you furs?
- Yes. - But I can't give you presents?
Franz, let's dress like before and look for work.
- You're not gonna tell me who it was? - Nothing happened...
- You really wanna tell me he gives you presents?
- Yes, for hothing. - Really?
You have to tell me!
Where'd you meet first? On the street?
While I'm risking my neck
- and showering you with money? - Franz, I, I...
Get away from me, you tramp!
Tramp, Whore!
Damn you!
Get out of my sight!
I'm out risking my neck
and slaving away like crazy!
- Franz! - Don't you dare to scream!
Come on! Pull yourself together!
Let me go! You mustn't hold me back!
This is my home! Let me!
Leave me alone! (Franz hämmert an die Tür)
This is my home! Open!
Just wait until I...
Whe we calm down, I'll show you!
What's up?
Get out! Get out!
- Get Out! - I helped you!
Out!
Shame on you! You prick!
You rat! You swine!
Out!
"She's so gentle, so faithful..."
I almost killed you...
Like I killed Ida.
I want to go straight,
but it's too hard.
Guys like me never get a break.
I'm going for a drive in the country with Plumber-Karl.
I'm tired of doing nothing.
We've got some accounts to settle in Weissensee.
- Settle Accounts? - Yes.
Ede and Biberkopf have to go along.
- You're taking Franz? - Yeah.
- When will you be back? - Tonight at the earliest.
My friend Biberkopf sent me with a message.
He'll be home late tonight.
He asked you to come by?
Not exactly.
I just thought I'd come over.
and patch things up from last night.
- What do you really want? - I told you!
And there's nothing wrong with calling on a pretty girl, is there?
- No, nothing wrong with that. - I thought, "It's a beautiful day...
Let's drive out into the country."
- Franz is coming too. - Franz?
Yes, he'll join us this evening.
You know him and me are friends.
All right. Then I can talk to you about Franz.
- Sure. - Where is he?
Freienwalde. Plumber-Karl will drive us.
There must be lots you can tell me about Franz.
- You know him for a long time. - I could tell you for hours.
He's a good fellow, if a bit of a softie...
- He cried on the stairs last night. - What?
He wants out. He's not a criminal!
- He's starting that again? - Not him...
- Me. - You, kitten? I see.
Let's have a kiss. Kiss me!
You're quite a girl! You give me ideas!
To think he works with men like you! Shame on you!
- Yeah, shame on me! - Let me go!
- Behave or I'll scream! - Go ahead!
Here's a lot of air.
There.
Think you can run home and rat on me to Franz?
"Reinhold tried to kiss me, and I let him have it!"
Let me go!
You! I'll give it to you right in the face!
Bastard!
You know how Franz lost his arm?
He wouldn't obey either! So I grabbed him and...
and pushed him out of the car!
No!
Murderer!
- Help! - You dare to scream?!
We wander through the whole wide world. We wander
because we enjoy it so.
We wander over hill and dale. We wander.
We wander through the whole wide world. We wander.
- Let's go! - What's the matter?
Where's Mieze? Why did she yell?
She's not yelling anymore. Let's go!
Mieze's run away.
What can I do?
She left her clothes and everything behind.
- Did you hit her? - Of course not.
What's she doing with a louse like me?
- It was just the one time. - One time or ten - it's the same thing.
I know who she ran off with.
- Who? - A guy she knew before.
He even gave her a fur.
A fur collar?
- Yes. - I gave her that!
The little minx! Then where is she?
- We have to look for her. - Ah, I'm sure she'll come back.
No, you have to look for her.
Me? I'm not running after no woman.
She'll be back.
I need a hundred.
- How much? - A hundred.
Pass auf, du!
- Watch your step! - Watch YOUR step!
- Blimey
- Miss Cilly! - Tag! - Dressed up, huh!
- Where's Reinhold? - You look like an edgy rocking horse!
- Yeah, let it be now. - Blimey.
What is it, doll?
Where's Mieze?
Who?
You know where she is.
I spoke with Franz's landlady. You were upstairs with Mieze...
Aloe you were there.
Let me have a look at you.
I brought Franz to work for you.
Do I have something else on my conscience now?
Tell me! Do I?
Dumb broad!
Blond hair - that's all I can tell.
It was in the young woman's left fist.
But she herself had brown hair?
- Yes. - So add that to the poster:
"Suspect has fine blond hair."
- Take this to the chief. Room 62. - Yes.
What's wrong? What is it?
It's not my fault.
What's wrong?
You mustn't get upset, Franz.
Don't start yelling right away.
What is it?
- What is it? - I'm not guilty!
I'm not guilty!
- "Murder in Freienwalde." - I'm not guilty!
It's...
- It's Mieze, isn't it?
Our little Mieze.
It's all over now.
Now they've done it.
Who was it?
- Who was it? - I don't know.
All I read was "blond hair",
Blond hair always reminds me of Reinhold.
I don't know. I don't want to accuse anyone.
It was Reinhold.
- I have to get him. - No!
- I have to get him! - No!
- Leave me alone!
Let me go! I have to get him!
Jetzt fahren wir zusammen in die Hölle!
I'll drag him down to hell with me!
with drums and trumpets!
The world can go to the dogs,
with all human beings, every single man and woman!
We're all going to hell with drums and trumpets!
You can't go out there! They are looking for you. Take the backdoor.
We're all going to hell!
Should I come to the station?
- You're Biberkopf! - We're all going to hell!
Don't ever come back here again alone!
Listen, wanna make some money?
A pile of dough. - Why?
See what it says? "Blond hair."
Still don't get it?
It's Reinhold!
Sure. But won't that get you in trouble?
Nah.
You just say you saw them together in the car.
Near my place around 9:00.
No, make it 11:00.
Fifteen years' prison for Reinhold.
Pretty stiff.
And they let Franz go!
But you gotta hand it to 'em - they both stood their ground.
The lawyer argued for two hours that Reinhold was inferior.
Reinhold will have to pay him for that!
A pretty penny!
- Did they swear you in? - Sure.
- On the Bible? - No, not that.
Good.
What do they want?
Either they want our picture or they're new recruits.
Here he comes.
We've gotta help Franz out with some money.
He's shaky.
He won't take anything from us anymore.
It's all behind you. You're rid of those guys now.
And you're rid of me too.
Aha.
Everyone has to find his own way, right?
I'll find work.
And you have to tell yourself you just got out of Tegel.
Life is just beginning for you.
Mieze is gone, and my arm is gone.
Come on, don't give up now!
You've always said you don't work with your arms
but with...
Shut up, ladies and gentlemen, keep your mouths shut!
Shut those honorable kissers, ladies and gentlemen.
Because here comes the main attraction! Berlin pricks up its ears...
Now Berlin holds his breath!
Even that policemen holds his arm into the air for excitement.
and the other one hangs suspended.
We've all been knocked on our rear end at some point.
But it's stomach in, chest out, and back on your feet,
or you end up in a pauper's grave!
Many among us have stared down grenades
and shrapnel and whatever they're called stared right in their eyes.
We got knocked down, but we got right back up.
You can see that my right arm's gone,
yet here I stand tall on my own two feet!
The Berolina Statue, the old symbol of Berlin,
high above the Alexanderplatz... they tore it down.
It will never stand up again.
Why? It was metal on the outside, but hollow inside.
But...
this little gizmo here -
this gave me the idea.
They can knock it down and turn it on its head -
it always gets back on its feet.
That's right.
It has metal where it counts.
Get it!
Metal where it counts. Get it!
You get knocked over, but you'll always get back on your feet -
Because the man stands on his legs as long as he has two legs.
But it's not his legs what matters.
And the arm is not what matters, too.
but what he's got in here, in his chest!