Bewildered Youth (1957) - full transcript

DIFFERENT FROMYOU AND ME

The incidents and characters portrayed
in this film are entirely fictitious.

Any similarity with actual persons
or incidents is purely coincidental.

We are trying the criminal case
against Christa Teichmann, housewife.

Please be seated.

The following witnesses are summoned:
Dr Boris Winkler, antique dealer.

Please step forward.

And remove your glasses.

Then the witness Manfred Glatz,
upper sixth-form student. - Present.

Stay where you are.

And his mother, Emilie Glatz,
widow of the late Mr Glatz.



The witness Gerda B?ttcher,

currently live-in lady's help
at the Teichmann family home.

The bank manager Werner Teichmann.
- Yes.

Mr Teichmann
is the husband of the defendant.

And then Klaus Teichmann,
upper sixth-form student

and son of the defendant.
- Present.

You will be called as witnesses

in the trial of Mrs Teichmann
for aggravated procuration.

Please leave the courtroom for now.
You will be called as witnesses later.

I move for the exclusion of the public
on grounds of danger to public morals.

Counsel, are you agreed?

The motion is granted.

Constable, please clear the courtroom.

What nonsense! Come on.



This is just too stupid.

Do relatives count as 'the public' too?
- Of course, now get a move on.

They're treating us like little kids.

CLOSED TO THE PUBLlC.

Mrs Christa Teichmann!
- Stand up.

The public prosecutor charges you
with aiding and abetting sexual offences

by providing or procuring opportunities,

and under aggravating circumstances
because

your relationship with the person being
procured was that of mother to child.

This is an offence
under ?? 180 and 181 of the Penal Code.

The main proceedings
are now being instituted against you

here before the central criminal court.

Would you like to answer this charge?

Yes.
- Yes...

In chronological terms, and to
help us understand what happened later,

the daywhen your son Klaus first met
Dr Boris Winkler seems to be important.

What did your son tell you
about this encounter?

Tell us about it, Mrs Teichmann.
- Well...

It was at the end of March.
I don't rememberthe exact date.

Klaus told me later

that school was over,

the kids were rushing out of the gates,
he was heading for his motor scooter,

and just at that moment,
Dr Winkler came up and spoke to him.

Hello, Klaus Teichmann!
- Yes?

Hello, I'm Boris!
- Boris?

Didn't Manfred mention Boris?
- You're Dr Boris Winkler?

He's told me a lot about you.
- I recognised you right away.

He described you... very well.

Manfred's waiting for you.
- I can't, it's my mother's birthday.

But I promised
that you'd go to him right away.

All right, perhaps I'll make it.
- Come along, I'll drive you there.

Thanks, DrWinkler,
but I've got my scooter here.

Don't call me DrWinkler. Myfriends'
friends are myfriends. My name's Boris.

Thank you... Boris.

Manfred told me about your pictures.

I'd like to see them.
Would you like to come to my house?

When Manfred's better again
we'll come round.

You're welcome to come on your own.

Fine... Boris!

Is Klaus home yet?
- No, just Uncle Max, Mr Teichmann.

Oh, you're here already!
- The birthday roast's enticed him home.

Max onlythinks of food,
never of the birthday girl.

Where's the lad?
- I'll take a look, Werner.

If he can't even make it
to your birthday on time... - OK, OK...

Oh, you've done it already!

Klaus isn't there yet.
- I see.

Well, I can stick it in the oven again.
-Yes, you do that, Gerda.

I'll saythe roast isn't readyyet.

I don't want him scolding the lad
today of all days.

"The southerlywind gently brushes
the age-old rocks' wrinkled skin

and the curls of the woods cascade
down the slope darkly into the valley."

"The Caress of the Night."

"Curls of the woods..."
that sounds like music.

I had to show you.

Printed in the paper for the first time!
That doesn't happen every day!

I've got to go.
It's my mum's birthday.

What do you think of Boris?

Did he recognise you straight away?
- Of course.

Do you like him?

Yes, he's... there's something about him.

Did he ask you round? - I'll go
when you're back on yourfeet.

He sawyour picture.
Fold it up.

He thinks you're talented. He wants to
see more. Well it's his profession too.

He'll get you into the paper as well.
- He got your poem...? - Yes!

He's got friends everywhere. In
every editorial office. In all circles.

You know, sis, this modern rubbish
hardly means a thing to me.

Is that really supposed to be a plane?

It says so there.
- It's a good thing that it does.

I wouldn't fly in it,
it's bound to crash.

Oh, you're a Philistine, Max.

The lad spent five nights painting that.
It's touching.

Yes, but you don't knowwhat it is,
whatever angle you look at it from.

Everyone says he's very gifted.
- I wish he was a bit more normal.

We're waiting for our gifted son again.
- You're ungrateful, Werner.

Klaus is a star pupil. He certainly is
gifted. You ought to be satisfied.

But he isn't.
He wants the boy to be just like him.

And what will he be then?
A bank manager?

Is that bad?
- Not bad, but not much either.

Our Klaus will be more than that.
- Let's hope so.

My son's lazy, impudent, gluttonous
and has to repeat every other year.

And he's unpunctual too. And yet,
no-one's ever called him gifted.

But he's normal

What's the record called? - It doesn't
have a name. Boris had it recorded.

Great...

It sounds just great.

It sounds like my pictures.

If my father heard it in my room,
he'd lock me in.

This is the best part.

Tremendous.

Gerda!

Yes?
- I won't wait any longer for lunch.

All right, we'll serve it.

That little doll wouldn't be allowed
round at ours. -Why not?

Our son chases after anything in a skirt.

If only ours would!

Do you reckon
he's not interested in girls yet?

You don't know lads today!
They start earlier than we did.

He's not interested in girls,
don't you understand?

Just those awkward, inhibited boys
he always knocks around with.

Oh, I see....

It just makes me sick at home.

I don't think my father was ever young.
He doesn't understand me at all.

If my mother wasn't there I'd clear off.

Look after yourself.

For all male and female homosexuals,
Magnus Hirschfeld coined the term:

"The Third Sex..."

Contrary to the widely-held view
that homosexuality is innate,

the opinion is now gaining ground
that homosexuality results from

a reversal in the direction of
sexual urges in early adolescence.

Well, since when have we eaten at three?

Is it three already?
What's the atmosphere like? - Don't ask.

Is the manager still in the building?
- He's waiting for you.

Oh, great. So let's party.

You must have been riding fast.
Just look at you!

Not appropriate, eh?
- No.

Don't you think
you're overdoing it with Manfred?

Don't you start now.
The manager's enough for me.

Klaus, it's your father
you're talking about.

Sorry, Mum. I forget that sometimes.

Couldn't you do without Manfred
at least for today?

He's sick, dearest, I had to go.

Your father says you're sick too.

But I'm in the best of health.
I've got an 'A' in PE.

Infected by him.
- By Manfred? What makes you think that?

Your father had the idea.
- I don't understand.

So let him explain it to you.
He's waiting for you.

Klaus is sick?

I fear for you.
- You simply don't understand me.

What's there to understand? We had
friends, too, but not like you two.

I can't talk to you about it.

You just think there's no money
in pictures, music and poems.

For you, life is a bank statement.
We're worlds apart.

That bank statement
might have made it possible for you

to go to grammar school,
for us to have a house,

for you to understand that culture
you drivel on about.

See, there we go again.
Always on about money and the house.

That's reality, son...

Oh, so pictures, music and poetry
aren't reality?

From your mother you've inherited a
dangerous inability to perceive reality.

You can come a cropper because of it.

And Manfred is encouraging it.
That's why you'll stop seeing him.

Manfred is and will stay my friend.

We'll see about that.

Uncle Max said that Peter and Renate
have often invited you to their dances.

Is that true? - Yes.
- But you've never gone. - No.

Tomorrow they're holding
a party by the lake. You're going to go.

Is that an order? - Please yourself.
At any event, you'll be there.

All right, I'll go.

Here comes the sick poet!
- Oh, what a gay day!

Feeling better again, darling?
- Hans!

Manfred, you write poems, don't you?
- Let me go!

But be nice to me, my precious...
- Stop it! Leave him alone!

I'd like you
to write a love poem for me.

But my inclinations are quite
different from yours! - Let him go!

Hans wants a poem, too!
- Yes, I'll lift you... - Let me go!

It's none of your business!

Hello! Gentlemen!

May I request you to suspend
your hostilities for a moment?

I don't know, Teichmann,

are we studying the Greek language
or Graeco-Roman wrestling?

Whatever it is, it's Greek, Sir.

As star pupil you should convince
with intellectual power, should you not?

Sometimes it takes a punch
to convince.

That's true. Unfortunately.

Is this a private difference of opinion?

Very private.
- All right then.

Go out and wash.
Look at the state of you!

Now let us turn to our exercises.
We'll write a test...

That's enough noise, gentlemen.

We shall open our xenophon, page 27,

and translate sections 17 to 18
into our beloved mothertongue.

Thanks.
- He won't botheryou again.

I'll read my new novellato you
this evening. When can you come round?

I can't today. I've got to go
to that stupid dance bythe lake.

That's awful.
-We shall work in silence, gentlemen!

I'll just stayfor an hour,
then I'll come round to yours.

Well, I never! You can dance!

English waltzes are deadly boring.
I'm into rock 'n' roll.

You're tipsy. Now I'm amazed.

Everyone says you don't like girls!

Who? Tell me,
or else you're going into the water.

What are you getting so worked up about?
Come over here.

I want to know who said it.
- But not here. Come on.

Stop it!
I want to know who said that about me!

Everyone! Father, Peter, just everyone.
- Well, I'll be blowed!

Isn't it true then?
- Yes, it's true.

When I see that silly posturing,
those bitches,

this stupid flirting around in my
class... It makes me puke.

So are cousins bitches as well?

Little bitches...

Stop that, or else
I'll shake you down from the tree.

Hey, rock 'n' roll! Or don't you want
to dance with a bitch? - If I have to.

I could kill her.

Bloody women.

Mr Mertens!
- Yes. What's up?

Oh, you've been invited, too?
Then come in.

It's sparkling...
plenty of nice young girls in there.

Here's something to drink.
- I'd rather not come in.

I have to see Klaus Teichmann urgently.
It's about school work. - I see.

Couldn't you tell him?
-Why not come with me?

Oh, I'll never get away again.
- All right, don't then.

So what's your name?
- Manfred Glatz!

Oh, you're Manfred Glatz!
That's very interesting.

Right, just wait there.
He'll be over in a minute.

Very interesting...

Ten.

You're not saying anything.
- I'm reading...

You're not reading at all!
You haven't turned the page for an hour.

What are you thinking about then?

Oh, this and that.

What? Tell me!

Look...
- Yes? Is that all?

Werner... what do you understand

by "The Third Sex"?

So you've read it?

So have you.

Of course.
To inform myself about it.

Yes, quite.

Right, let's go to bed!

You think too much.
- Won't you wait until he's back?

What if he gets back
at five in the morning?

Then you'll be cursing, Werner.
- If he dances with the girls I won't.

Anyway, tomorrow's Sunday.
Come on.

I'll wait for a bit.
Maybe he'll be hungrywhen he comes in.

Do you think he'll get
nothing to eat at your brother's?

Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Werner.

Don't pull aface like that.
I'm here, aren't l?

What's your novella called?
"The Rainbow".

Don't talk so loudly.
My mother's sleeping.

You're looking at me
as if I were a criminal.

There are loud and silent crimes.
A look can be enough.

Don't just drop hints.
What are you accusing me of?

You knew I wanted to read my novella
to you. I've waited two hours for you.

I saw...
- What did you see? Tell me!

I saw how you grabbed her legs.
And the way you danced with her.

Can't you imagine how I'm feeling?

Aren't I allowed to dance?
- Not with her, not like that.

Do we want to talk about Renate, or
do you want to read your novella to me?

Will you go with me to Boris's place
tomorrow? - Sunday evening?

Please, Klaus, do come.
Are you going to let me down again?

My father won't let me go.

I've promised Boris. I want to read you
the novella I'll be giving him tomorrow.

You're the first to hear it.
And now you're not coming.

Okay, I'll manage it somehow.

Thanks, Klaus.

Now let's hear "The Rainbow".
- "The Rainbow.

In loud, almost painful colours,
the rainbow was reflected

in the yellow,
clayey puddles of the lowlands.

It was so dark, and it was
as if the moon were reflected.

A wind got up and blew away
the light of its reflection..."

Klaus! Haven't you got a key?
- No, I forgot it again...

Are you only just back from the dance?
- No... oh... yes, of course...

Renate called...
- When?

Around twelve...
- What did she want?

Don't know. She said you just ran off.
She wanted to talk to you...

Oh, what a cow!
Father answered, of course!

No, I did.
Your parents had already gone to bed.

You were with Manfred, weren't you?

You won't tell the old man, will you?

You're a treasure! Go back to sleep.

Don't exaggerate like that!
- So he should be allowed to lie?

No, but you can overdo it.
- No tea for me, I can't sleep anyway.

We lied to our parents too, now
and again. - But not so outrageously!

I didn't lie to my father
with such cunning.

But you did lie!
- Well, every boy lies.

Who's being brought up here?
Me or my son?

You get brought up
for as long as you live, Werner.

I could kick myself,
I shouldn't have told you.

But Renate was so despairing,
the way he went off with him

in the middle of the party...
- Why didn't you turn him away?

I didn't imagine
he'd run off with Manfred!

He'll find his way.

All young people go through phases
where they don't know exactly...

Where he belongs?
I didn't have that phase.

Your father certainly had an easier time
with you. - Oh yes, he did!

Is that an accusation?

Your son's so taken with Manfred.
He's a slave to him.

I've made enquiries
about this Manfred Glatz.

The boy is proven
to have a homosexual disposition.

You don't like hearing that word,
but it's got to be said.

All the healthy lads reject Manfred,
only our Klaus shares his life with him.

Whatever that pasty-face says
is a revelation.

Pasty-face?
- That's what he looks like.

Pasty-face! That's good!

Whatever I say is nonsense.
It's 'You don't understand, father'.

You're oversimplifying it, Christa.

Just because I'm not shouting?

I'd rather do something!
-What am I supposed to do?

Something that cures him.
- Cures him...

It says so in the encyclopaedia.
You can cure it in adolescence.

I'll cure him all right,
but not with your depth psychology

and your disastrous understanding for...
- For what?

I don't want to hurt you, Christa.

I've locked him in.
- You've locked him in?

I've locked him in his room

because he said that he had to go
to see his friend Manfred this evening.

By doing that you'll achieve
the opposite. The boy's too sensitive.

Oh, give it a rest!

I'll use whatever means I think are right
to prevent him from seeing Manfred.

You should have started doing that
earlier. - But I didn't know earlier.

And now he should tell me
where he was all night.

Please, Werner...
don't create a scene this evening!

Now there'll be a row.

Here we are waiting for a 'row' upstairs,

and then there's no row.

You give the impression
that you're not happily married.

Oh, Werner's
the best person in the world.

But there's a little 'but' to follow,
am I right? - He's coming down again.

Where are you going?
- Your son's gone.

He's your son as well.
When you're angry he's always my son.

I thought you'd locked him in.
- Criminals use the window.

And you say he's not a proper boy.

My son isn't a criminal!
I forbid you to talk like that!

Mywife shouts at me! My brother-in-law
laughs at me! My son runs away!

A great family!

Don't you know where Klaus is?
- Don't shout at her as well!

He's gone to Manfred's.

Did he tell you that?
I'm thinking it too!

He climbed out of the window, and
was just hanging there... -You saw it?

Yes, I came along.
- Did you help him?

Am I supposed to let him fall?

And you're not saying aword?
So when was that?

It wasn't long ago...
-What were you thinking of?

I was thinking that I wouldn't
let myself be locked in either!

A house revolt!

I'm going to Manfred's! - I'm coming too.
You're fartoo worked up.

Bythe way, theywanted to visit
a DrWinkler. - So who's he?

Klaus says he's involved in art.
- What kind of art?

He's probably another shady character.
- Klaus says he can learn a lot from him.

Lots of lads are there. They talk
about art, and about... I dunno...

There you are then! He already moves in
those circles that produce the criminals!

Don't talk such nonsense.

Wasn't it in the paper?
Some 19-year-old killed a woman

just to steal 18 marks 50.
He hit her with a spanner.

And he was from homosexual circles.
- Yes, I read it too.

Don't turn our boy into a murderer!
- What? Me?

This is getting too crazy for me.

I'll come with you to Manfred's
to find out where Winkler lives.

You're driving yourselves crazy!

Christa, I'm just nervous.
- I know.

You act as if our child were lost.
He's the best at school.

He's going to get somewhere in life.
Does he have to be a paragon? - No,

but there's a limit to everything.

Come on, Max,
I've got to know who this Dr Winkler is.

See this here?

This is where the music comes out.
It's the loudspeaker.

I've never seen
an instrument like that before.

You'll get to see
even more surprising things here.

Is it electronic music?
- Yes. Concrete music.

This is Klaus.

Klaus is a verytalented painter.
We'll see some of his work this evening.

Concrete music? I don't understand that.

The French coined the term
'musique concr?te'

to say that what we call music
on the basis of harmonic theory

has been converted into tones
of the present, everyday life.

Did you understand that?
- Well, yes, but...

Manfred.

Wow! Sophisticated!

Mrs Glatz, I really don't understand why
you won't give us Dr Winkler's address.

I don't want to cause
any problems for Dr Winkler.

I get the impression that you...

That I want to cause him trouble?
- Yes.

I've no reason to do that.
I want to know where my son is

and what kind of man Dr Winkler is.

He's a very good person,
if that's any reassurance,

a very fine person.
He's done a lot for Manfred.

He gets his poems printed,
maybe even his novellas,

and he's also going to pay
for his studies.

Don't you think this gentleman's
doing a bit too much? -Why?

I'm awidow. I can't afford that.

With my meagre pension I can't afford
to send my son to college.

Mr Teichmann,
I knowthat DrWinkler likes Manfred.

And I knowthat you've
stopped your son from seeing my boy.

So you can guess whom I prefer.
- I've nothing against your son at all.

But I have reasons...
- I'm not interested.

I know, but I am interested! I'd like
to know what my son's getting into.

I'd like you to go.

I don't feel like
continuing this conversation.

OK then, let's go. We can get
DrWinkler's address from the police.

The bloke's bound to be
registered somewhere. Come on, Max!

Goodbye.

Will he really go to the police?

If you don't give us his address,
we'll have no other alternative.

My husband was a dancer
at the State Opera in Dresden.

The boy has got a certain manner.

I've come to terms with it.
- But you shouldn't, Mrs Glatz.

Aren't you afraid that
you'll neglect your maternal duties?

Forgive me for interfering,

but you've spun yourself ayarn
about good, nice DrWinkler.

Believe me,
those kind of people aren't like that,

and if you don't intervene in good time
you might regret it bitterly.

Where did you see that?
- What do you mean?

You must have seen it
with your mind's eye.

I didn't. It's influenced
by Picasso, and maybe Kandinsky.

You see, but Picasso and Kandinsky...

each of them painted
with his own imagination.

And your pictures won't really be yours

until Klaus Teichmann paints what
Klaus Teichmann himself imagines.

Yes... Yes, you're right.

You're the first person to tell me that.

May I say, I'm very happy!
- Of course you may.

In fact, that's the nicest thing
you can say to me, Klaus.

You know...

I've got a feeling we've
known each other for a very long time.

I feel so strange at home...

We'd like to see DrWinkler.
- What does it concern?

My son, Klaus Teichmann,
is supposed to be at a gathering here.

There's no gathering.
DrWinkler's not at home.

But we can hear music.
- I listen to the radio when I'm alone.

Where can we find DrWinkler?

DrWinkler doesn't tell me
where he's going.

Might he be in the 'Pokal'?

You may search for him there.
Or can I give him a message?

Thank you so much foryour kind
permission to look for DrWinkler.

Good evening, gentlemen!

Stop playing for a moment, Achim.

You knowthe Greeks had the agora,
the discussion at the marketplace,

and afterthat
single combat in the gymnasium.

Mind and body,
one feeding the other, as Plato said.

Today, though, in the new Greek
of our conquerors, it's called

'catch as catch can'.

The fighters enter the arena.
The first round: Heinz and G?nther.

Why aren't you watching?
They're good today.

G?nther's better,
even though Heinz is stronger.

It's said you fought well
on Manfred's behalf at school.

Manfred told you?

I'd like to have seen it.
Your fight in the classroom.

You wouldn't have seen much.
- Listen,

don't you want to take boxing lessons
here? I've a very good teacher.

Me? - Why not?
You've got the physique for it.

Klaus's father was at the door.
- And?

Dr Winkler isn't at home.

Being just a weak woman,

I'm looking for a strong man.

I look at the gentlemen

from this perspective alone...

Since I don't like being alone...
- Is that a woman or a man?

A man!
- Oh, a female impersonator.

That's another word for it.

But she sings quite nicely.
- He.

It's a 'he' singing.

His name interests me not,
ifhejust makes me happy.

It's enough to frighten you.
- He's not doing you any harm.

What do you think of that?

Love is a mysterious thing,

it has a special magic power.

You dream of a woman,

the woman's suddenly here,

and she confesses to you...

But the ones at the next table,
they're... - Men as well.

That's what it says in their passports.
- I don't believe it!

Hello, Fritz!
- What? Yes?

Good God! Do you know her?
- Him!

You sent for me, gentlemen?
- Oh, indeed, Ren?,

we wanted to ask
if we could find Dr Boris Winkler here.

You're friends of Boris's!

That puts
awhole new complexion on the matter.

Unfortunately,
we haven't seen Boris for 14 days.

Not being unfaithful, is he?
Thank you.

What do you think of Fifi?

Oh yes, yes...

She's been working in Paris.
- My word, Paris?

We only have international numbers.
We know no borders. - Ren?!

Excuse me, please.
- Being just a weak woman,

Don't make such a wretched face.

Here, you have to know
how to enjoy yourself. Laugh a little!

I might have laughed about it,

but when I think that Klaus
has got into this kind of company,

I've nothing to laugh about.
- They don't need to hear it.

You pay for me! I'm off!

Since I don't like being alone,

my heart searches night and day

for the man I'm dreaming of.

He may not be a big shot,
his name interests me not,

if he just makes me happy.

Terrible!
- Oh, yes indeed.

Shall we have another?
- Yes.

Landlord! Doubles.

That all that exists! It's incredible.

The world, my dear Werner,
is full of shadows!

But the shadows are part of nature, too.

That's when a Stein-Pils cure
will get you back on your feet.

What's that?

Steinh?ger, Pilsener...

Stein-Pils cure.

Now I see what kind of a world it is
that Klaus has got himself into.

He can't go do the dogs like that!

I didn't see a dog.

You're drunk, Max. -Yes, but at least
I'm not pulling aface like you are.

Christa said we should go to the
psychologist Schmidt, but I don't know.

Yes! Let's go over,
let's go over to Schmidt's...

What prompted you to visit me?

We read your articles
about youth psychology

being obliged to develop
an interest in the subject.

My wife had the idea, so I called you.

Personally, to be honest,
I don't think much of depth psychology.

Even so, I wish parents
would take this step more often.

These things are fairly easy
to correct in the early stages.

Later, it develops into complexes.

From what you say,
this is a delay in normal development.

The boy's still
at the first stage of danger.

See, Werner, it's not so bad.
You've always run your boy down.

I haven't. I just feared for him.
And I still have those fears.

I can't talk to him. It's as though
we're speaking different languages.

And you are, Mr Teichmann:
the languages of different generations.

This opposition from your son
is a part of development.

This is when the mother
can do more than the father.

I've nothing against that.
I was brought up by my father, but...

You're sure to have been
a perfectly normal boy.

I most certainly was!
- Yes, he was. Without crises like that.

So what do we do?
We don't know much about these things.

He must be drawn out
of these circles that he's fallen into.

It begins with intellectual interests

that can gradually lead
to serious entanglements.

These people often refer to
ancient times, to platonic pederasty.

Other parents must have
come to you with similar cases.

Oh, yes.
It's not as rare as people think.

Some parents come to me
with fears about their 13-year-old sons,

but I can reassure them.

Intense friendships are quite normal
in puberyt. -Yeah, at 13 I thought

girls were silly,
but the lad is nearly 18.

Yes, at that age it's more dangerous.

Just one momentary occurrence
could see the boy lost to normal life.

Doesn't he look at girls at all?
- That's the point!

How can you be so sure?
A boy's shy in front of his parents.

So why are we here, Christa?
Why bother if we can't face the truth?

You should leave
your son's guidance to your wife.

When young people awaken
in the erotic sense,

they start to break away from
their previous, comradely friendships

and turn towards love,
encounters with one individual being,

Poets call it togetherness.

At this stage you've got to be careful.

If he's normal, you'll slow him down if
he's too forward with girls too early.

But in your son's case,
I'd almost advise you to encourage him

and loosen the reins a little.

This will be the best way
to give nature a helping hand.

In a way, this advice is homeopathic.
I hope you've understood it properly.

I know what I'm doing, Christa.
Deterrence is the best way.

What's your big idea? - I'll take him
to the bar I went to with your brother.

I'll show him
where the path he's on will lead him.

I'll show him everything
until he's disgusted with himself.

No you won't. I've got some say
in this too. I'll never agree to that.

Why are you making him
so conscious of it?

In the end he'll despise us.

But he's a lad. And to work for a man,
it must penetrate the consciousness.

That's what you women lack.

You radiate an uncertainty
that's just ridiculous.

You radiate a certainty that's scary.

I'm amazed how little you know your son.
- Well, if you know him so well,

and if the psychologist thinks
that you know everything better,

then it's your responsibility.
I'm at my wits' end.

I've got to go to the bank. I've got
a little second job, after all. Goodbye.

Hello!
- Hello!

You seem to be doing fine!
- Can't complain.

Where's Klaus?
- He's working.

He's always working.

Do you think he's nice?

Of course, very.

But not as nice as Uncle Max's Peter?

Peter? He's terribly cheeky...
he's always touching me.

His father too, incidentally.
And then he says 'little doll'.

Don't you like that? - It's awful,
blokes who are always pawing at you!

Most of them do that.

Thank God there are some who don't.
Klaus doesn't do it. - No.

Our Klaus is a... a real gentleman.

Why are you asking me these questions?
- I'm interested, Gerda.

Did my son
give you the pictures as a gift?

No, they're on sale.
Like everything else here.

I'm an art and antiques dealer,
in case you didn't know.

My son can't sell pictures
without informing his father.

They haven't been sold yet, sir.

I don't want
this kind of encouragement for my son.

I want you to break off all contact with
him. - I don't force him to come here.

You are, as they say, the parent
or guardian. Forbid him to come here.

I think you sense that I have
little influence over Klaus at present.

There are times
when a son goes against his father.

Do you smoke?
- No, thanks.

Are you very fond of him?
- Oh, you're pulling my leg!

No, I'd like to know.

Yes, so now you know.

He's listening.

Hey, little washerwoman!
-Where are you off to?

I thought you were working.
-Yes, with Manfred.

Do you have to?
- Yes. He can't understand his maths.

'Bye, you two! I'll be back soon.

Oh, I could put this guy Manfred
through his paces!

The cause may be Manfred Glatz,

but it's you who's encouraging
the alienation between me and my son.

You see,

these young people come to me
because they find something here

that their fathers can't give them:

conversation, understanding,
a certain intellectual excitement,

artistic teaching,
and often preparation for their careers.

I'll decide who teaches my son.

Would it really be better

if he hung around on dance floors
between fruit machines and whores?

Oh, come on, between these extremes
there's a normal world of normal people,

the one I grew up in and still inhabit.

Indeed, the world of...
Oh, never mind.

Go ahead and say it:
the world of the petit bourgeois.

If you say so yourself.

At any rate it's a world where a modern,
intellectually alert person suffocates.

As if anyone would suffocate in a world
where well over 99% of all people live!

So now you know my point of view.

If Klaus wants to come to my house,
he'll always be welcome.

So!
Right then, I have other means.

Is that a threat? - It's self-defence
when I have to resort to the law.

You want to go to the police?
What crime have I committed?

That remains to be seen.

Get out of my house now.
- With the greatest pleasure, sir.

Klaus? But he's a real boy.

You've nothing to fear there.
No reason to get upset.

But Christa Teichmann!

I've never seen you like this before,
and I've known you for so long.

I want advice, doctor.

Your love for your boy
will be your best adviser.

I fear that my love
isn't advising me properly.

What is a mother supposed to do
in a case like this?

That depends on the individual case.
It can be a crisis, it can also be fate.

How old is Klaus now?
- Eighteen.

I could recommend psychotherapyfor him,

but whether it'll be successful...

How can you be so certain
that he's in danger?

Well, he's got a school friend,

and he took him to an art dealer who
we've found out is... - I understand.

What kind of man is that? How old is he?

Well... perhaps 50.

That's very dangerous for ayoung man.

There's only one antidote: love.

The real love of awoman.
Only real love can help.

Ah, the gown.
Oh, I don't really need it.

Daddy's only going on a business trip.
- Perhaps you'll go to the theatre...

Daddy never goes to the theatre.
You know what he's like.

Gerda...
Oh, the bracelet!

If it weren't for Klaus I'd never
even have gone to the theatre here.

It's beautiful.
- I'm not taking the bracelet with me.

It's easy to lose those things on trips.

It used to be my mother's.
It's my favourite piece of jewellery.

It's intended for my daughter-in-law.
- lt'll be yours for a long time then.

I'll write down everything
that you take with you.

I fear for Klaus!
- Oh, I'll keep an eye on him!

Sometimes I think that men today,
the young men especially, are so strange:

some are so rough and
others are so clumsy, almost cowardly.

And that's really more our fault.
Women's fault, don't you think so?

Yeah, could be. I'm sure women
are to blame for a lot of these things.

Sometimes a woman
isn't aware of the power she holds

overthe man she's fond of.
Also over... - Klaus?

Of course, also over Klaus.

When a woman's really fond of someone,
she can say a lot,

and perhaps forget a few things too.

And maybe bite the bullet, too.

How long will your parents be away?
- At least eight days.

I could live at yours.
That would be terrific.

Why not? I can do as I please.

You can paint, I could write.
We could work on our 'A' levels.

Okay,
bring your things round this evening.

I don't know what you mean by that.
- Yes you do.

But you can't imagine
that a motherthinks like that.

You don't want to believe
that I mean it like that.

My heart's pounding.
- Mine too.

But you love him, don't you?

And the one you loved in Pomerania,
you've forgotten him?

He's married. That's over.

So now you know.

What am I supposed to say?
- Nothing.

You can forget what I said...
if you want.

There's the car.

Didn't my husband come with you?
- No, madam, he's still busy.

But he'll be ready for the big trip
by the time we reach the office.

You made it then.

I want to say goodbye. Isn't Dad there?
- I'm picking him up at the office now.

So have a good trip, dearest.

Don't let anyone accost you, be good,
go to bed early and give Dad my regards.

You look so worried.

You won't be at Manfred's
or that Boris's every evening, will you?

Not every evening.
- Promise me.

Don't worry.
I must think of my 'A' levels, after all.

Yes, you must.
- We'll be fine.

Oh, my boy.

Right, goodbye you two.
- Goodbye.

Well, now we're on our own.

Werner Teichmann?
What do you know about him?

I've got his personal details.
Just a moment, please.

Branch manager of the merchant bank
in Albrechtstra?e,

good family, well-ordered family life,
no criminal record, 49 years old.

On grounds of the
homosexual seduction of young people.

Dr Boris Winkler? The name rings a bell.

The name came to light when
the youth Petersen was arrested, sir.

We didn't question him
at that time, though.

Then let the inquiries begin.
We'll look into the case.

Would Lord Muck like anything else?
- No, Lord Muck sends his thanks.

Is that supposed to beyou?

But it doesn't look like you at all.
- Likeness isn't important.

What is then?
- The being, the inner self.

I wouldn't like to be drawn byyou.
-Why not?

It's bound to be something frightful...

I don't think so.

I'd only drawyour eyes.

And your mouth. Open up.

Don't laugh so soppily.

Your eyes light up yourwhole face.

Who can that be?
- Maybe Manfred, I told him...

What did you tell him?
- That he can work and stay at ours.

He's supposed to live here?
Are you crazy? The whole time?

Can't I invite a friend to come here?

What did you promise your mother?
Are you off your head?

I was already thinking
there was no-one at home.

Who are you?
- Manfred Glatz. Klaus invited me.

I don't know anything about that.
- Well, that's strange.

Can't I speak to him?
- That's not possible.

But I can't go home again
with all my things.

I'm afraid you've got to. Good night!

Where are you going?
- To my room.

Will you put the light out?

Can I come in for a moment?
- Just a minute.

I'm sure you're angry
because I threw Manfred out!

Did you feel sorry for him?
-Yes, a bit.

In that case you could have asked him in.
-Yes, I could have done.

But you didn't want to?

No.

There you are!
Is that all you wanted to tell me?

I wanted to draw you.

I tried it out of my head, but I can't.

Like this? - That doesn't matter.
I wanted to draw your head.

So that doesn't matter?
Okay, if it doesn't matter...

Hey, give me my slippers.
It's cold here.

I can do that myself.

You've got a pretty foot.

Oh, please! Do you want to draw it?
- The foot? No.

Well? What's up, master painter?
Sit yourself down.

Put them on yourself.

Does my face look good in this light?

Hey, your dressing gown.

Turn the music off.

It's Chopin. - Nonsense.
Turn it off anyway.

Hey, you can really draw.
Have I got such big eyes?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Because I'm drawing you.

And that's really
how you look at someone?

What?

Sit down.

Should I get changed? - If you want.
What are you wearing underneath?

Nothing.

I see...

I can't draw you like that.

Right, I'll put something on.

Throw me mythings over.
I've only got my stockings here.

You believe, like the others,...
that l...

What am I supposed to believe?

Why did Manfred have to go?
- Oh, listen...

You all say I'm not a man, don't you?
- I've never said that.

But Renate, Father, Uncle Max.
And who else?

I think you'll have to go.

And what if I don't?

Then I'll go.

You won't get past me.

Oh, let me get to the door.
-You're welcome to try.

Put the music on.
- All right.

But you won't get past.

You've been avoiding me all day.
- Oh, don't be daft!

We'll have to talk
about yesterday evening.

What is there to talk about?
- You invite me over,

and this silly cow
with the staring eyes throws me out.

Listen, Gerda isn't a cow, right?

You can walk the rest of the way.
- You're not driving me home?

Are you angry
because I called her a cow?

I've no time
for that rubbish right now.

Are you coming to Boris's this evening?

Are you crazy?
- Got it in one.

What's for dinner?
- It's not ready yet. - Why not?

Turn the music off!
- Oh, don't grumble.

I'm glad you're happy.
You mother's sure to be happy, too.

Not if she knew the reasons.
Mothers don't like reasons like that.

Have you ever loved another man?

You're not supposed
to ask questions like that, Klaus.

Have you ever
experienced something like yesterday?

You shouldn't ask a woman
questions like that.

But listen, we belong together now.
- But I'm not your other half.

Of course you are.
I'm never going to leave you.

Someone said that before.
And how long did that last? A month.

So you have loved a man before?

How can one...

Can you forget that?

You're laughing at me.

No. You'll find out about the eternities
of love when you've forgotten about me.

How can you say something like that?
I'll neverforget you.

Get your 'A' levels first.

Wait a minute.
There's something wrong.

Hold the bike tight, with both hands.

Are you crazy?
- Right, now it's fixed.

In front of the house!
Do you want everyone to know?

As far as I'm concerned, they can.
- Not if I can help it.

Steady on, I have to close the gate.

Hey, look out!

Look out, or else we'll hit a tree!
- Are you frightened? - Yes.

This wouldn't be a good time to die.

Gerda?
- She's a kind of lady's help.

An older woman?
- No, she's 20.

How long has she been there for?

She's a refugee without relatives.
Quite a common person.

And Klaus suddenly
fell in love with her? Interesting.

How did that happen? - I think she
softened him up. His parents are away.

Give the electronics a rest!

So they left the lad
alone with the girl? Strange...

That's their intention.

Did you know that banker
reported me to the police?

Teichmann? That bastard!

I know what you're getting at lnspector.
But what do you want from me?

Dr Boris Winkler
arranged piano lessons for me

because he wants me to play
the electronic organ at his house.

Do you know
what an electronic organ is? - No.

You see, as a result
of a certain electric stimulant...

Do you know what a stimulant is?
- Yes, I know.

Through this stimulant, the membranes
in the loudspeaker are made to vibrate.

It's done through wires...

I don't want visual instruction
about your strange vibrating instrument.

How am I supposed to understand that?

Why do you always laugh like that?

It's just the kind of face I've got.

You see, lnspector,
I'm quite happy to make a statement.

We're going to get on famously.

I think so, too.

Has Dr Boris Winkler made any
unambiguous approaches to you?

I'm not aware of any ambiguity.

Has he ever kissed you
or touched you indecently?

Or did you see him kissing other boys?
- Kissed, kissed... wait...

Kissed, yes.
- And?

On the forehead, I think. It's easy
to forget about that kind of thing.

Do you want to pull my leg?
- Not your leg, no.

And you saw nothing else
to indicate that... er...

That all-male orchids
are held in Dr Winkler's house?

They're called orgies.
- But we call them orchids.

I've never seen anything.

Would you declare that on oath?
- Of course. I'll take any oath.

G?nther and Heinz have been questioned.
Soon it'll be yourturn,

and who knows who else.
- Do theythink we'll say anything?

Teichmann should get to know me.

Always upstanding! Always in the right!
That's what this little Podsnap thinks.

And we're scum.

It's called procuration!

He'll get a nice reception
when he comes home, that banker.

So how often were you at Manfred's?

If you really want to know, dearest,
I wasn't there once.

See, things aren't
how you thought they were.

And why not? Never gave it
a moment's thought, did you?

Well, you appear to know!
- I do know.

Here.
When you've read this, you'll know, too.

Charge?

What are you trying to say?

Just that I was subpoenaed, and that l...
- Lots of people were subpoenaed.

I didn't say anything against you.
- Nobody said anything.

Nothing for them to tell, was there?
- Well, they really had me in a dilemma.

But I thought, Boris will see me right
after what I'm doing for him.

And what did you think?

What do you mean? - How much do you want
for not telling the police anything?

Well, I do need a bit of money.
- How much?

The last instalment on my motorbike,
or else they'll take it back.

If I don't pay on time...
- I asked how much.

The last one's three hundred.

Maurice!

That's no business for the police.
And people shouldn't be hounded either.

Would you like to be hounded?
- I've done nothing wrong.

Never in your life?
- No.

Withdraw it. - I'm not making afool of
myself. The complaint is being pursued.

A lot of parents
are going to be grateful to me for that.

Close the electronic organ
and put the key on top of it.

Here are your three hundred marks.

Maurice, you saw him blackmailing me.

I didn't give him the money out of fear.

I just can't afford to have my name
in the papers for something like this.

You know the sentence for blackmail.
So I'll keep quiet too.

Get out!
- Are you crazy? - Get out!

Shame on you!
Don't you touch me!

Hey, you're tearing all my clothes!
Wait, you bastard,

I'll get you for this!

Oh dear, oh dear, he made a right fuss.

How old was Carlos?
- 18.

He wasn't even 16.

I thought he was 18.
- 16. Achim just told me.

And the way he told me...
- Now I'm sorry I roughed him up.

So far only Achim knows.
But tomorrow the others will knowtoo.

Will they all come for money?
- That's the least of my worries.

If someone blows the whistle on me,
that'll cost a pretty penny in Germany.

I think it'll be better
to take a short break.

Break?
- Yes, here in Germany.

So where do you want to go?

To a country where the police don't
interfere in people's personal lives.

Are you afraid?
- What a silly question!

I'll come this evening.
- No, you won't.

Nobody's going to notice.
They'll be asleep.

I'm coming. You can do what you want.
- lt'll be locked.

The windowtoo?

You are mistaken, Mr Teichmann.

Your complaint against DrWinkler
has nothing to do

with the one against you.
- Against me?

The investigations into DrWinkler have
not yet produced anything incriminating.

But it's afact that he gathers
young men of all ages around himself,

influences them intellectually
and dominates them...

Reading poems, listening to music
and looking at pictures aren't offences.

That's not the point.
With my son I've seen where it leads to.

The very thought of that 'bar'...
- Mr Teichmann,

you have my word
that Winkler is being observed.

These people are usually careless.
One day, he'll give us the evidence

and he'll be caught in ourtrap.

But he must be punished
as a preventive measure.

We can only punish crimes
that have been committed and proven.

I don't understand it.

So we just stand and watch
until it's too late?

Well, according to this complaint
you didn't just stand and watch.

What complaint?
- I have summoned you

to answer a complaint made against you

on grounds of a criminal offence
under section 181 of the Penal Code.

Against me? What section is that?
- Procuration, Mr Teichmann.

With a heavier penalty because
it involved youths and dependents.

I don't understand a word.

Is it true that a Miss Gerda B?ttcher
is employed as a maid in your house?

Not employed;
she lives with us as a lady's help.

She's a little older than your son?
- Yes, what's that got to do with it?

You recently
went on a lengthy trip with your wife,

your lady's help and your son stayed
alone at home. - Is travelling forbidden?

This gave your lady's help
the opportunity

to get involved illicitlywith your son.

The complaint states that
you knowingly set up this opportunity.

If anyone says that,
I'll take them to court.

This was stated not only by Dr Winkler,
but also by your son. - No!

Well, at least he intimated it
to a friend. - This is incredible.

So you knew nothing about it?
- No.

And your wife
doesn't know anything either? - No!

I'm asking you again to give me
precise answers to precise questions.

Or don't you want to answer?

The police don't respond
to melancholy looks.

Or are you refusing to make a statement?
In that case

someone else will question you,
but I doubt whether that'll be easier.

Are you refusing to make a statement?
- No.

You may refuse only if answering would
make you liable to prosecution. - I know.

Then you know
that refusing to make a statement

gives the police the impression
that you've got something to conceal.

Why are you threatening me? - Do you
want to assert that I've threatened you?

Yes, I found it threatening.

You're very smart, miss.

Well then...

When did you and Klaus Teichmann...

I don't know howto express it,
with you being so touchy...

When was the first time it... took place
with Klaus Teichmann? - Took place!

Or did you just caress?
Whatever it was, it was illicit.

Why aren't you answering?
- I can't. - Why not?

You used such terrible words earlier...

The police can't skate around the issues.
That would lead to misunderstandings.

My questions simply refer to the facts.

My questions aren't improper.
- But my answer would be.

Miss B?ttcher,
I've got a daughter myself.

If she was in your position,
I could only ask her precise questions.

Would you like to be asked
how she came into being,

how it 'took place'?
- What are you thinking?

Who's being questioned, you or l?

I love Klaus Teichmann

and I've done everything
that awoman does when she loves a man.

So I'm not denying anything.
What do you want from me?

Should I write in the report that you
did everything that awoman does?

The public prosecutors will laugh at me.
-Write what you want.

And if you keep using those words, I'll
say anything to get myself out of here.

So I'm supposed to extract a confession?
You're a shrewd one, aren't you?

I'll have to bring a witness along.

If you bring in a witness,
I won't say anything else.

So when did it start?
- When the Teichmanns were away.

Did Mr or Mrs Teichmann encourage you?

Mrs Teichmann wasn't there,
so she couldn't have encouraged me.

Why Mrs Teichmann?

Mr Teichmann was awaytoo.

Yes, it's more likelythat awoman
would sayto anotherwoman,

my son's at risk of becoming homosexual,
so get him back on track.

I'll have to be responsible forwhat
I've done. -You aren't being accused.

Mr and Mrs Teichmann are suspected
of engaging in procuration.

Haven't you understood that?

No, you really didn't indicate that.
- Well, you know now.

I thought I was being accused.
- Oh, what you did isn't an offence!

Have you spoken to Mrs Teichmann
about her son's feminine disposition?

Not directly. - Well, indirectly?
You're really making things difficult.

They often discussed it at home.
The Teichmanns were worried sick.

Were? So they aren't any more?
- I assume they aren't.

Do you find that funny?
- The way you're asking, yes.

So that was a great success
for Mrs Teichmann.

Why Mrs Teichmann?
- I'm asking you!

Are you playing cat and mouse with me?

I can also use other methods.
- I'm sure you can.

Did you receive money from Mrs Teichmann
recently, apart from your pay?

That's what you'd ask a whore...
- You need only say 'no'. - No.

Have you received presents?
- Often.

I mean just recently, after
Mrs Teichmann returned from the trip.

N... no.
- Come on, did you receive any presents?

No!

What are you shouting for?

Why did you take so long to answer?
- I had to think.

What's there to think about?

Aren't I allowed to accept presents?
- Of course you are. Well?

Are you refusing to make a statement?

But that's tantamount to a confession.
- So you're refusing to make a statement?

I don't know what's punishable.
- It can't be punishable, my child,

when someone offers you a present
and you don't accept it.

You want to protect Mrs Teichmann,
don't you?

I'm not saying anything else.

I only want to know if Mrs Teichmann
offered you a present

after returning from the trip.

Yes.
- A piece of jewellery?

A bracelet.

Stupid women,
you've really landed us in it!

The public prosecutor is
instituting proceedings against me!

People see me as a criminal. Me!

Don't overreact, as usual.
Nobody's after you.

It doesn't matter whether it's you or l.

I'm a manager at a large bank.
- I don't think that's the main issue.

So what is the main issue?

We depend on my job.
-We'll keep depending on it.

But you knew about all that business
with Gerda and Klaus.

Don't you know it's a crime?
- It isn't.

Do you knowthe laws better?
- No, not at all.

Where are you going?
Do you want to leave me alone now?

Werner, if only you
don't leave me on my own. - Me?

What a stupid business!

What's wrong?
- It was terrible.

What did they do with you then?
- It's the way they ask questions.

They can't do anything to you.
- Not me, you.

Oh, my child!

Sorry I'm late.
I had a client at the bank.

Everyone wants credit...
You know what it's like:

big ideas but no money.

So, what do you think?
- I don't mind you coming late,

this charge from the public
prosecutor's office... - lsn't it insane?

I never imagined that I'd ever
have to deal with something like this.

How can we clear it up?

It can't be cleared up, Mr Teichmann.
This charge set the case in motion.

There will be a trial, and...
- No! It can't come to that.

It must be possible to withdraw
the charge. I've heard of such cases.

Yes, sometimes, in insignificant cases
or where the evidence is insufficient.

Then, perhaps, the case can be quashed.
But in this case, no.

You must come to terms with the fact
that your wife must appear in court.

That's appalling!
- I'll have to speak to your ladywife.

Why didn't she come here with you?

I wanted to spare her
all these hearings, inquiries, talks.

I can't spare her those.
I must speak to your wife.

And then it's my fault as well.
I caused it all by reporting Dr Winkler.

Indeed you did.
You should have come to me then.

But I felt so in the right,

and I was so outraged about Winkler,
that I just did it.

I want to protect mywife from all this.
- I'm afraid that isn't possible.

We've got to make serious preparations
for a serious court case.

This is a surprise.
I didn't think you'd visit me again.

You've got visitors, DrWinkler?
- So it's not Boris any more?

Can I talk to you alone?
- Of course. Come right in.

They're all good friends.

That's William,
that's Francesco, and Gustave...

Anyway, they don't speak German.
What's bothering you?

You've reported my parents
to the public prosecutor. Why?

Have you asked your father
why he reported me?

I didn't know that.
- I hope you told him he's an idiot.

I'm sorry,
he's your father, but even so.

He wanted to do for me,
so now I'm doing for him.

To me you've always been
awonderful person.

And you want to say
that's all wrecked now.

Not if you retract this complaint.
- But that's impossible.

The case is taking its course
and there's nothing anyone can do.

Maybe your father's quite innocent.

If nothing happened with that woman,
nothing will happen to him.

This is about my mother.

Then it's true!

So you can thank your Mr Clean father
for putting your mother in prison.

You've been underestimating me.

No, Dr Schwarz. All the courts
in the world can say what they want.

If you're guilty, you can feel it.

If you can't feel that any more,
what's left to guide you?

Madam, I'm glad that you're not afraid,

but misjudging a situation is dangerous.

Your clear conscience is sure to make
a strong impression on the court.

But even the most benevolent judge
is bound bythe laws. -What laws?

Sections 180 and 181 of the Penal Code.

This law makes procuration
a punishable offence.

Procuration? That's not the right word.

It makes it sound commercial.
- Sit down, Christa.

I fear
you're not taking this seriously enough.

I am taking it seriously.
I know what I've landed myself in.

A lot of people
will turn up their noses at me.

I might have done the same, if I'd heard
about some other mother doing this.

It was just there, all of a sudden.

I just wanted the boy to be happy.

How is he supposed to be happy
if he stays in those circles?

Love for a young girl,
it's the most magical thing.

I haven't forgotten
how it was with us, Werner.

When he's got his trade or profession,
he should start a family, have children.

For God's sake, I was afraid.
- You're telling me? I was the first...

You drew my attention to it.
I wouldn't have noticed...

Don't lose track now, madam.
Your motives are clear,

and it goes without saying
that they will be respected.

I hope you'll spare me
from going to court, Dr Schwarz.

My husband knows
that you're an authority.

You're putting me
in a difficult position, madam.

In my opinion there is no prospect
of having the proceedings quashed.

What do you think? Is that true?

If Dr Schwarz says it is.

But what have I done?

It isn't only about your son.
Gerda B?ttcher is a person too.

It's a question of human dignity
whether you can use a young girl...

They love each other.
- Sure.

So if they do, can I be punished?

Yes, madam.
- How? With money?

Prison?

You've got to see things
the way they are.

So it's prison.

There is hope that the court will
acknowledge extenuating circumstances.

However, you cannot
necessarily expect an acquittal.

I could be wrong, and I hope so,

but under section 181, procuration
can be punished with a prison sentence

if the relationship
between the guilty and the procured

is that of parent to child.

But they're criminals!

They're criminals!

Do you really think
judges are criminals?

But they love each other. I know it's
not ideal, but they love each other.

I'll help you.

A defence counsel can explain,
he can make things understandable,

perhaps he can make a judge lenient.
But...

He can't make you innocent.

No, nobody can make us innocent.

Manfred, what are you doing here?

You're going to Rome!
- Yes, I'm on mywayto the station.

You'll have to get by
on your own now. It can't be helped.

How do you know I'm leaving?
- You told Carlos.

Is he going to Rome, too?
- No.

I'm going to be very alone. I won't have
Carlos, or Manfred, I'll have nothing.

Look after yourself, my lad!

Dr Winkler!

Come with me,
but as inconspicuously as possible.

My train's about to leave.
- Precisely.

I'm sure
you don't want me to use force.

Where's the warrant? - The investigating
magistrate will tell you...

I couldn't care less...
- Oh well, if you insist...

What do want from me? - I'm not
planning to question you on the street.

I'll handcuff you if you mess me about.

I'll hold you responsible for any damage.
- Don't be ridiculous.

We were planning
to apprehend you in the courtroom.

Why did you disappear so quickly?
- I've given my evidence.

Yes, you reported
Mrs Teichmann and Gerda B?ttcher.

You've brought disaster
on these poor people.

You've suddenly become so sensitive.

The public prosecutor has enough
evidence against you. -What for?

Am I a prophet?
Forget your trip to Rome.

Your butler has been arrested.
We know more than you think.

Insofar as the misdemeanours
affect the son of the defendant,

the court does not deny

that in this case,
a mother committed a wrong

out of concern about
the development of her endangered child.

The court does not doubt that
Klaus Teichmann was very much at risk

of becoming homosexual.

But combating one wrong with another
is not acceptable,

nor bringing one person out of danger
by endangering another.

For alongside Klaus Teichmann
there was someone else:

Gerda B?ttcher,

who, living in the defendant's house,
was also in her care.

There can be no doubt that this girl,

who has impressed this court,

would not have crossed
the boundaries of common decency

had she not been encouraged
to do so by the defendant.

The defendant will come to understand
her guilt if she supposes for a moment

that Gerda B?ttcher was her daughter.

Would she have put her
so unthinkingly at someone's disposal

in order to get another mother's son
back to a normal course of development?

I think
that we can justifiably doubt this.

Even in acknowledgement
of all the extenuating circumstances,

which the court accepts,

the defendant had to be sentenced
on grounds of procuration

under ? 181,
subsection 2 of the Penal Code.

In view
of the special circumstances, however,

the court imposes a sentence
of six months' imprisonment.

The sentence has been suspended
on probation. The session is closed.

You're guilty...

and you don't even know it.

Look at the kids.

Come here!

Mummy...

Forgive me.

It's all right.

Everything's all right.

Subtitling by
Keith Semple, Andrea Kirchhartz