Run, Virgin, Run (1970) - full transcript

Legend has it that a brisk wind called the "Faun" delivers vigor to the men of Falklenhousen - accounting for the town's satisfied wives and high birth rate. Truth is, when the men are away, their voluptuous wives play!

(pronounced popping

over static crackling)

(festive and bouncy horn music)

- [Narrator] Once upon a

time, not so very long ago,

in a peaceful valley nestled

between forests,

lakes, and mountains,

there was a charming little

alpine village, Voglershausen.

Now, Voglershausen is

an average country town

with one exception.

Most of the women are young,

and most of their

husbands are old.

But, they still manage

to produce children

at an age when the rest of us

have trouble remembering how.

What's their secret?

Well, they owe their

amazing fertility

to a special wind from the

southwest called the foehn.

- Girls, I have a feeling

it's time for the foehn.

- I can hardly wait for it.

- All we have to do now is see

to it that our husbands know.

(all laughing)

- [Narrator] Yes,

when the foehn blows,

you can be sure someone

is going to get pregnant.

That is why in foehn weather,

they warn their virgins to

run and their wives to wait.

No one is quite

sure why it works,

but, when a man fills his lungs

with the brisk night

wind of the foehn,

his virility is aroused,

potency restored,

and his wife is

supremely satisfied.

- Hey, what's going on, what up?

- Let's go, everyone's in here.

- I'll go tell 'em

everybody's here.

- My friends, I'm looking

forward to our foehn

making this a very

productive night.

- Don't you worry, Mr. Mayor.

(laughter from group)

Just mention the foehn,

and even my own hormones

start to go berserk.

- They say the more

foehn the more fun it is.

- You don't look happy at all.

Aren't you glad to hear the

news of the foehn's arrival?

- Why should I be

happy about that?

What's the point of a

man fathering children

one after another at our age.

- When you're gone, my sweet,

those children will be

the comfort of my old age.

- Yes, I must agree.

We can't leave our wives

alone in their old age.

- Feeling like that,

you shouldn't have

married a younger woman.

- And you would

never need the foehn.

- Yes, then you could stay

home and enjoy yourself

like our village blacksmith.

- Bachelors have all the luck.

- Well, brother, dear, I

hope you're up to it tonight.

- Jealous?

- Wise guy! (laughs)

- Mr. Mayor, the wind's

blowing from the southwest.

- Excellent,

(chuckles), off we go.

- On your feet, dear,

and don't come back til

you're in good shape.

- Don't worry about

a thing, sweetheart,

just leave it to the foehn.

- Get ready for a big night.

You certainly haven't

been disappointed

by the foehn in the past, uh?

- For heaven's sake,

don't hurry home.

The more you're out in the foehn

the stronger the effect is.

- Come on, boys, come on.

(women laughing)

- [Women] One, two, three.

One, two, three.

- You'd better strike

while the iron's hot.

You've got so many

irons in the fire.

- What the devil does that mean?

- It's time that you forged

ahead into bed, Mr. Blacksmith.

- Yes, Annie,

we'll be going now.

She wants to close up

and you still have

overtime to put in.

- Boys, the one thing that

keeps you going strong

in spite of the miles ahead

is the faithful gal who's

waiting for you back in bed.

- You can't help

but be passionate

with the foehn in your lungs.

Breathe deeply, boys,

and think of what the

little woman is waiting for.

(knocks on door)

(funky rock music)

- Oh my God, you can't imagine

how starved I am for you.

(passionate moaning)

- [Narrator] And, so, our happy

band of wandering husbands

trudge the merry woods

in search of a miracle.

Some fell by the wayside.

But, others.

- Well, Vickers,

is the sap rising?

- You bet it's rising.

I'm 10 years younger,

my Suzanne's going to be

satisfied tonight (laughs).

(passionate moaning

over funky rock music)

- Oh, Michael, one more

time before you go.

- I'd like to, Suzanne,

but I really must go.

- So soon?

- You'd understand if you knew

how many orders I

have to fill yet.

You kept me a quarter of

an hour too long already.

- You're not sorry, are you?

- Not at all, sweetheart.

You're still the greatest

lay in Voglershausen.

But, you need a fur

and a hat, Suzanne.

You want me to send

the substitute?

- What do you mean a substitute?

I don't want anybody

but you, you understand?

- Don't be difficult.

You've had me, you're

just acting selfish.

Think of all the others

I have to take care of.

- The foehn should

come more often.

- Hold on, Suzanne.

In only half an hour, I'll

have you begging for mercy.

- Well, as far as I'm concerned,

I've had all I can

take of the foehn.

I'm going home.

- But, it's too early for

the foehn to take effect.

- No, no, I'm going home.

Poor Felicity, I'll bet she's

burning up with passion.

(chuckles) Have fun, lads.

- Oh, at last.

Michael, I was beginning

to worry, dear.

- Sorry, Felicity,

but I was held up.

- Ah, yes, I suppose

that Suzanne wanted more

than her share of

beautiful, sexy you.

Come on, we don't

have much time.

(funky rock music)

Oh my God, Karl's coming home!

(Michael thunks to the floor)

Here.

(door opening)

- What a marvelous way for

a wife to greet her old man.

I'm ready to go.

- Why, you old darling (laughs)!

- Come, come to

bed, come on now.

Lie down, eh?

- Go to it.

(Karl chuckling)

- Come on, now.

But, sweetie pie, wouldn't

it be more comfortable

if we went to it in

the usual position.

- Who cares what

position you're in?

Go to it.

(Karl muttering)

Excuse me, I guess I

forgot your long hike.

- I haven't seen you that

passionate for a long time.

(both laughing)

- [Narrator] Some months later,

a formal celebration

of the foehn's success

took place in

Voglershausen Square.

The whole town turned out to

welcome its new inhabitants.

- Papa, it looks like you've

sired a bumper crop this year.

- For God's sake,

be careful, will ya?

You wanna get me shot?

- Congratulations.

(baby wailing)

I see the foehn's

been working again.

- Yes, the same way it worked

for your husband last year.

- And papa's only 99.

- Congratulations.

Congratulations.

- Why he's the spitting image

of his father, isn't he?

- Well, that's only natural.

- Tell me, is it true that

you called him Michael?

- Yes, Suzanne

gave him that name.

- My son's going to be

as strong as a smith,

so, we thought it was fitting.

- Hello, citizens

of Voglershausen.

I would like to invite everyone

to come to a baptismal

luncheon at the Golden Cock

in honor of the foehn.

(all cheering)

(bouncy brass band music)

(train engine rumbling)

(train screeches to a stop)

- Welcome home, Miss Gaby, hey!

Did you have a nice trip, miss?

Let, let me help you.

- Thank you, it's

the same as always.

- Ah, the hometown

never changes much.

- Except the

population, of course.

Oh, what's happened

to my father?

I guess his second

wife is an inspiration.

They have a new

child every year.

- Oh, I suppose

like everyone else,

the mayor of Voglershausen

has to do his part.

- (laughs) Our town is too

dangerous to set foot in.

Chances are, I'll

end up pregnant

before I go back to school.

- Oh, there's no

need to worry, miss,

because the foehn is

very proper, you know.

As long as you're single,

nothing'll happen to ya.

- How's father's little

celebration coming?

- Uh, he's probably giving

his annual speech right now.

- What a pleasure

it is to announce

the birth of eight children

with the past few weeks,

making Voglershausen

a name to be proud of.

Our little town is more than

grateful for this achievement.

All those virile

citizens of Voglershausen

who are responsible for this

achievement will please rise.

(birds chirping)

- Weren't you listening,

stand up, Michael.

- You will all go down in

the history of Voglershausen.

Well, Michael,

(scattered laughter)

what makes you think you

can join our company?

You must've been asleep, boy.

You have nothing in common

with these noble fathers.

We're only honoring

those who can produce!

Sit down, go on.

(chatter from group)

Um, um, uh, now where was I?

I keep losing my place

on account of him.

- Come on, get the speech over,

the women are

bringing the food out.

- You're right, my love.

And so by way of

concluding my talk,

may I wish everyone

bon appetit (chuckles).

(applause and

chatter from crowd)

- I wonder if

they'll feel so noble

if one of these men

gets wise to the fact

that their precious foehn

only started to work for them

the day we came into

town to live (laughs).

- Have you seen the

consumption of that blacksmith?

How can the fella

do away with it?

- He's all muscle, though.

Probably takes plenty of energy

to wield that hammer, too.

(woman laughing)

What I find peculiar

is that he's remained

a bachelor so long.

How does he get rid

of his tensions?

- Why are you asking me?

Surely the forge

takes all his energy.

- I don't think

it's a normal outlet

for a young man's emotions.

- It's his passion, though.

He's fantastic when

he shoes a horse.

He gives her all he's got.

(bouncy brass band music

drowns out chatter from group)

(applause from dancers)

- The foehn has a very

special mission to do,

to see that families

increase in number.

- Oh, if that's the case,

then maybe I should

get married right away.

- (chuckles) You do that.

(chatter from crowd)

- We're worried

about you, Michael.

How long do you plan

on staying single?

- So far, I haven't

met the right woman.

I'm saving myself

till she comes along.

(laughter from group)

- Meanwhile, I know you're

gonna make me happy.

- Huh?

- Why, dancing, what

on Earth did you think?

(bouncy brass band music)

- Well, Becker,

you let your wife

flirt with the smith

right in front of you,

and you don't even get jealous!

- You know perfectly well

that all Suzanne

wanted was to dance.

- Exactly, I'm sure

Suzanne only loves me,

except when we dance, I

walk all over her feet.

- You're still weak

from the effort it took

to be a father (chuckles).

- [Becker] It's not

that funny, Mayor.

(bouncy brass band flourish)

(relaxed but bouncy

brass band music)

- I hope we enjoy the

foehn again this summer.

- Someone's going to get

suspicious one of these days

if the town's husbands

don't stop breeding.

- (chuckles) Nobody'll catch on.

I knew the minute I

invented our beloved foehn

it'd work, you can't

explain nature.

- You realize, I just

might fall in love.

Then, the foehn won't

make it anymore.

- Oh, my goodness, then

there'd be a revolution!

(relaxed but bouncy

brass band music)

- Gaby, (chuckles)!

- Ah, congratulations,

Dad, how's the new baby?

- Fine, thanks, we all are.

You see, we're

full of surprises.

- Wait till you see the surprise

you're getting from me.

- Oh?

- That is, it's

really for everyone.

It's coming tomorrow,

I'm sure you'll love it.

Oh, you look simply

marvelous, step-mother!

- Nice to have you home, Gaby.

- Hi, Gaby.

- Hello, Michael.

Excuse me, I want to dance.

(relaxed but bouncy

brass band music)

- I can't believe it's you!

You've changed so much.

It's really amazing, you know,

you've turned into a woman.

- [Narrator] With

those profound words

from the village blacksmith,

we'll leave Voglershausen

for the moment

to investigate, um,

other areas of interest.

This charming young

lady is secretary

to the Minister of

Population and will play

an important role in the

future of Voglershausen.

- Good morning, sir.

(Christina giggles)

- Good morning, Miss Harrison.

You come in later every morning.

- Oh, why worry,

life is too short.

- Nothing could be shorter

than the dress you have on.

- Don't be so stuffy.

I'm sure it won't corrupt you.

Anyway, you're incorruptible.

- You're totally

devoid of morals.

Why are you eating in the office

when there's work

to be done (grunts)?

- If you say so, sir.

That's what I'm here for.

- Read this.

- A-ha, it's claimed by

the mayor of Voglershausen

that the local wind

boosts the population.

- What do you think of it?

- Fantastic, impressive,

and it's natural!

I adore doing it naked (gasps)--

- How dare you air

such sentiments?

You depraved creature!

How do you explain

this population growth?

- Why explain it, sir?

- Be, because four years ago,

the town was almost done for

but now the place

is going great guns.

It has the highest birth

rate in the country.

- (chuckles) Shall I give you

a technical description

of how they did it?

- You're revolting,

it's a waste of time

trying to seduce me, you

won't ever succeed, you know?

- Oh, shoot, and I

looked forward to it.

- They'll have to be more

specific if they want the award.

First, we'll reply,

take a letter.

Let's see, dear Mr. Mayor,

before we can decide

upon a winner,

we must clear up

certain details,

certain details, uh,

about this curious foehn.

- Oh, if only their curious

foehn were to blow in here,

over the Ministry

of the Population.

- Christina, don't

be impertinent!

You've no right to

sit there and torment

such a decent employer by

showing off your legs like that!

- They came with the body!

I can't leave them at

home during working hours.

- Now, there.

- (chuckles) Do you

know what you're doing?

If you rip my dress, I'll have

to work in my panties then.

- Oh, I know what you're up to.

We won't write to them,

we'll go and see them.

(Nagel grumbles)

I want to prove that this

foehn is so much hot air.

- Yes, but what if you're

wrong and it does work, on you?

How could I help myself

if you attacked me then?

- Christina, one of these days

I'm going to throw

you out on your ear!

- (giggles) Mr. Nagel, I

know you wouldn't do that.

You're much too soft-hearted

to do that (giggles).

- I wouldn't count on that.

Up till now,

nothing's affected me.

The foehn's not going to,

and neither are you.

- [Narrator] Quiet

little Voglershausen

is in for some trouble, and

all because of the foehn.

Of course, this

Gaby's surprise gift

to the town isn't going

to help the situation.

(bouncy brass band music)

- Father, the surprise is here!

Hi, Lorenz.

- Have you picked a site yet?

- Over there, up

on the pedestal.

(men grunting and chattering)

- My dear child,

it's very thoughtful

to erect a monument

honoring your father.

(men muttering)

- In honor of the

reproductive achievements

of my fellow citizens, Lorenz?

- Open it.

(bouncy brass band music)

- [Gaby] The fertility

goddess of Voglershausen.

(men gasping)

- It can't be!

Did you pose in

the nude for that?

- (laughs) Yes, I'm glad

you recognized me, Father.

- Gaby, this, th,

this is scandalous!

- No, it's not, it's a copy

of a bronze Lorenz did.

The sculptor, Lorenz Fowler,

my father, the town mayor.

- Pleased to meet you, sir.

- Yes, well, there's nothing

to be pleased about,

dirty young man!

- His sculpture is

going to be shown

in a New York art

exhibition next month.

- How can she do this to me?

My own daughter, a nude model!

I'm gonna have a heart attack!

Think of your

brothers and sisters!

They're gonna turn

over in their graves,

eh, I mean their cradles, oh!

- They have no

reason to be ashamed.

In a place where love

is all-important,

I see the nude body as

the soul of the town.

(applause and

chatter from crowd)

- Annie, come here quickly.

(group chattering over

bouncy brass band music)

(group laughing)

There, now that's

what I think of it.

(group laughing)

- Mr. Mayor, do you wanna

make a laughing stock

of our fertility

goddess, excuse me.

After all, how do you think

she's going to breed children

wearing this silly

thing in front?

(group applauding and shouting)

- What are you doing

with all this sex,

a well-bred woman like yourself?

- Everyone has to

discover it, Papa.

- When Gaby gets

around to discovering

what the foehn really

is, I bet she'll have

a statue of you erected

on the pedestal.

- Quiet!

(Crystel chuckling)

- [Narrator] Gaby's

really stirred up a lot

of excitement with

her fertility goddess,

but that's nothing compared

to what she can

stir up in person.

- [Gaby] Oh, what do

you think of my body?

- It's first-rate,

it's really great,

but I don't see how you

dare pose like that naked.

- Lorenz says if

you've got a good body,

you ought to display it.

- This Lorenz, what precisely

is his relation to you?

- I'm his model, that's

all, nothing else.

- Yes, but you're only 18.

- Yeah, I have my whole

life in front of me.

So, somehow, I feel that

life is just beginning today.

(gasps) Why don't you come

swimming with me, Michael.

You can see for yourself if

Lorenz was faithful to nature.

- I have work to do.

- Nonsense, that

can wait, come on!

- Hey, what's going on?

Inge, come here, hurry!

(pleasant light jazz music)

- And I always thought

you were with it.

- Sure.

More or less, is anything wrong?

- Is there any reason why you

should wear swimming trunks

if I'm going to go in the

water stark naked, hmm?

(Gaby giggles)

(pleasant light jazz music)

That wasn't so

difficult, was it?

Now, the last one

in is a rotten egg!

(laughing and chatter over

pleasant light jazz music)

- (gasps) That's unbelievable!

You'd think she would

have some modesty!

- Hmm?

- Hmm?

- Well, don't look at me,

I'm not her real mother.

- Michael's really very handsome

now that I see him

in broad daylight.

- Yes, we ought to

be congratulated.

(all laughing)

- I wonder for how long.

If ever he and Gaby fall in

love, our foehn is a dead duck.

- Suppose we taught

him a lesson.

- He must be taught

that he has no right

to behave like other men.

He has plenty to do just

keeping all of us happy.

- You're right.

(pleasant light jazz music)

(water splashing)

(Gaby laughing)

(pleasant light jazz music)

(water splashing)

(Gaby gasping)

(pleasant light jazz music)

- Come on, I've had

enough for one morning.

(baby wailing)

- What's wrong, huh, quiet.

Stop crying, you're gonna

drive away all the guests,

and that's no way for the

son of an innkeeper to act.

Inge, little mother, oh, uh.

Oh dear, calm down, little one.

Annie, you must know

how to change a boy.

- No, I'm sorry,

but I never learned,

and until I get married,

I don't plan on doing

that sorta thing.

Go and ask Mr. Becker.

- Yes, he should know.

(baby wailing)

Gustav, Gustav, is

your wife at home?

- That's just what

I was gonna ask you.

- I can't seem to quiet down

this little bastard of mine.

- What?

- Yes, you're a sweetheart.

Yes, you are boo-boo--

- What's the matter

with those silly women.

They're never here when

you need 'em, are they?

- No, the trouble a man

takes to give them children,

you'd think they could at

least take care of them.

- At least, well, we'll have

to change 'em ourselves.

Annie, we need diapers

and powder, come on.

- Who do you think

could've swiped our things?

- Who cares, it doesn't matter.

We can go back the way we are.

- Ah, that oughta take

care of one of us anyhow.

Try it on for size.

- You're the one who needs it.

If the women were

to see you naked,

(giggles) I'm afraid

they'd go wild.

- Then we'll share it.

Get in.

- [Gaby] Do you think we'll fit?

- We'll see (chuckles).

You're headed the wrong way.

You wanna walk backwards?

- (laughs) You're

right (chuckles).

You'll have to forgive

me (lips smacking).

I'm new at this.

- Come on, turn around.

Forward, march!

(Gaby laughs)

- [Gaby] Left, right,

left, right, left, right.

Left, right, left, right.

- Ooh-ooh, pooey!

- Pooey is right.

You know, that kid oughta

be disinfected inside.

- Wait till you see what

your baby's been up to.

(babies wailing)

Huh, how 'bout that.

He made twice as

much as mine did.

(men grumbling)

- So what, a male

will always come up

with more shit than anyone else.

- I'd like to have kids,

only the foehn won't

help virgins it's said.

- What are you

doing to the baby?

- Keep your hands off him!

- Huh, here, a job well done.

- You're gonna be proud of us.

- [Suzanne] I'll take him, dear.

- [Inge] What have

you done to him?

- You're an expert, dear,

from now on, it's your job.

- Beautiful.

- Yes, I guess it's

probably instinct.

That's how a father

knows what's right

for his flesh and

blood, (chuckles).

- It's funny, but

I have the feeling

it's getting crowded in here.

- Huh, I suppose it's

better if I get up front.

- Pity, it does a

woman good to discover

that's she's being followed

by someone who's interest

has been aroused.

(both moaning)

- Yoo-hoo, hey there.

Hello, do you suppose

you might help me?

I'm out of gas.

- I would, but I

haven't any on me.

- What's this, a new position?

(Gaby laughs)

I must admit, it's not

one I've seen in films.

It looks awfully difficult.

(whistles) How very lovely, I'd

like to compliment you, sir.

- Thou shalt not covet.

It's one of the bonuses of

going swimming with Michael.

- Would you like me to

take you for a swim?

- Mm, would I ever.

Name the day and I'll be there.

(Gaby grunts)

- [Narrator] The plot thickens.

More competition for Miss Gaby,

and a new worry for the

wives of Voglershausen.

(villagers chattering over

pleasant brass band music)

(group laughing)

- Michael, I've got

a present for you!

- Yeah, from who?

- [Cristel] Felicity.

- She's going to wait for

the next foehn forever.

(group laughing)

Why are you staring, you've

never seen a barrel before, huh?

(all laughing)

- Hey, can you get out of

your barrel for a minute?

(all chattering and laughing)

- Looking for anything

special, miss?

- I've found it, I'm

keeping an eye on it.

(Cristel laughs)

(bouncy and playful

brass band music)

- Don't move, stop

where you are.

That'll make one

helluva picture.

(bouncy and playful

brass band music)

(group chattering and gawking)

- Go away, you

lecherous old man.

- Did you see where

your clothes wound up?

- Oh, I should've known.

In order that my

statue be covered up,

I have to go about naked.

- [Lorenz] One of the most

beautiful things I've done.

- It's obscene, you lecher.

And you, come into the house,

you indecent little show-off.

- I can't take your hand

without setting the barrel down.

- What are the rest

of you staring at?

It's all over, go home.

Come along, I'm sorry, but

it's for your own good.

Michael's hardly

the man for you,

he's such a degenerate boy.

- He'll swear off other women

when I get through with him.

- You leave well enough alone.

(scoffs) I mean, there's

nothing you can do.

Men like that can't be changed

overnight, as well you know.

There's no use trying.

Now, go and get some clothes on.

(Gaby chuckles)

- Annie, why does

everybody pick on Michael?

He's the only real he-man

that's left in town.

- Well, it's because of that.

Gaby, I think it's time

you were told the truth.

The foehn isn't really the wind.

(chickens clucking)

(both laughing hysterically)

- Good afternoon, tell me,

do you have a room free?

- With or without a phone?

- I beg your pardon.

- [Annie] Our rooms come with

or without a phone, miss.

- Good, I'll take a

room with it, then.

One must try to keep in touch.

How much extra do

you charge for it?

- Nothing, we like our

guests to be satisfied.

- I don't know when I've

been so cheerfully received.

- Give her room number six.

- [Narrator] Well, Annie

let the cat out of the bag

and now the fur will fly,

and so might the foehn.

- It's exciting to be in a town

where everyone is totally

ignorant of sexual education.

- Well, so far, the

town's kept alive

and growing without it.

- I suppose you think so.

You're fantastically naive.

I bet you don't even know

about the various measures

one takes before one has sex.

- I'm afraid to ask.

- Too much knowledge

about making love

must take the romance out of it.

- Absolutely not!

I learn more facts

each day about sex

and I can't wait to put them

into practice every night.

- I never learned about it.

You ever learn?

- No, that stuff

is way beyond me.

- I wanna be outgoing,

to share my sexual

skill with mankind.

I approach the world

with a missionary zeal.

I shall spread the message

of sexual enlightenment

into every nook and cranny.

- You're welcome to use

my cranny if you want.

- You know, it's

incomprehensible

that any man of your talent

should still be unaware

of modern methods.

- Oh, I'm, uh, I haven't

got the energy for sex.

A hammer and anvil is

where the energy goes.

- Does it really?

All of it, oh, that's

something worth seeing then.

- Why don't you just

step inside then.

(door creaking)

- I've never seen

a blacksmith's.

It's a fascinating place.

You get your poker red

hot here, in the forge?

- That's right, when

the iron's red hot,

I hold it over the anvil

and begin pounding.

- Hey, you put it here?

Then what do you do with it?

(pleasant light jazz music)

- I, uh,

(Dagmar moans)

I work on it.

- You use all of your energy,

working on your

anvil all day long?

And you have no strength

left for making love?

Yet, I'm told that peasants

are great sexually.

(pleasant light jazz music)

(both moaning passionately)

- Why don't we go upstairs?

You'll be more comfortable.

- I've always been made

love to in comfort.

The books say it's possible to

vary the sex act infinitely.

It would help if you kept

a tight grip on me, though.

(both moaning passionately)

- Oh.

(church bell dinging)

(footsteps crunching)

Is our sculptor

all alone tonight?

- Sorry, have we met?

- No, no, not formally,

but your statue is right

in front of our house.

- Ah, I know who you are,

you're the blacksmith's sister.

Won't you please sit down?

- Thanks.

- I was just giving some thought

to how dull an evening

in Voglershausen can be.

Gaby swears that

love is everywhere,

but I don't think I believe her.

- Oh, it doesn't

happen every night.

- Let's go for a walk.

I'll bring my pad along and

sketch you in the moonlight.

- (gasps) You mean,

uh, in the nude?

- Uh-huh, Gaby does it often.

- I hope you're not going

to pin this one up in

the village square.

- No, I'm keeping this

one pinned on the wall.

- (laughs) Along with your

other models, I suppose.

- You'd make every

one of them jealous.

- Is it very hard to get

models to pose for you, Lorenz?

- Very hard to find

such attractive ones.

- I thought you artists

looked at models

as though they were

only a means to an end.

- It depends on the

end we're after.

- And just what were

you after tonight?

- Well, guess.

How 'bout you?

(Christel giggles)

(water splashing)

(birds chattering)

- [Christel] (laughs) Watch

out there, I'm ticklish.

- You are?

You're also the

loveliest young woman

that I've ever drawn in my life.

(both moaning passionately)

(smoky and mysterious

instrumental rock music)

(villagers chattering

and laughing)

- Who do you suppose

could've done that?

- Who'd wanna give

away the whole show?

- Here he comes.

(villagers chuckling)

- Wearing Michael's clothes,

she'll never get pregnant.

- Since he's the least likely

one of us to reproduce.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Who's idea was that, Suzanne?

- How should I know.

- None of us would

be that crazy.

(villagers chuckling

(rod hissing)

- [Gaby] Oh, you've

got your clothes back.

That's a shame Mr. Foehn.

- Whatta you mean?

You took my clothes then?

- Why not?

- Give the devil his due.

You realize how much deviltry

you're responsible for?

I don't see why you're so upset.

You should be proud of yourself

for a job well done.

- That's exactly why.

Come on, let's go outside.

(pleasant orchestral music)

You've got to understand.

I know you know who I am,

but I won't sleep with you.

After all, you're

a virgin, Gaby.

- But why not, I have

to sleep with someone,

and the first one

is mine to choose,

so I decided on you.

It'll happen, too.

When I want something, I get it.

- Fellow villagers,

I'm sure you're wondering

why this meeting of ours

was called at this unusual time

and why we're permitting the

ladies to join proceedings

when we all know

they're trouble-makers.

Ooh!

(women gasp)

- I wish you would

stop inventing

and stick to the written text.

This meeting was called because

we are facing a problem.

- Will you sit down, please.

I can speak for

myself, thank you.

We are faced with a

problem, which is,

uh, uh, uh, uh, what's

the problem again?

- We've got to

have more tourism.

- Oh, now, our most

pressing problem

is that we don't have enough

tourists to please the women.

(all laughing)

No, no wait, that's not

what I was trying to say.

Aw, give me that!

The meeting will come to order!

Uh, to further the

fortunes of Voglershausen,

we must encourage tourists

by publishing a

descriptive pamphlet

extolling the phenomenally

fertile effect

of our foehn, especially

directed to those couples

whose marriages have not

yet yielded children.

(all clapping and chattering)

Now, I'm sure that

there's no one here

who'd be so foolish as to oppose

such a clever gimmick, huh?

- [Suzanne] That's

what you think.

- What, who?

(all chattering)

- Every woman in town.

- Naturally, it's the women.

- Why, the mayor

has a fine proposal.

What have you got against it?

- If you ask too much of the

foehn, it's bound to wear out.

After all, everything

has a limit.

- Yes, as strong as it is,

the foehn couldn't take it!

- Nonsense, nonsense!

(chatter and commotion)

- Quiet, you guys.

(bell ringing)

Quiet or I'll have

to clear the room!

I've heard a lot

of stupid things

but nothing that stupid.

The foehn is nature's creation.

- It's a work of art (giggles).

- As if the wind cares, in fact,

the more men in the

woods, the merrier.

- The foehn won't

stand for this!

- I wouldn't be surprised if

the foehn avoided strangers.

- They might sue you

for false publicity.

- All right, then

we'll have to test it.

We are going to ask

a childless couple

to spend a few weeks here,

and if the foehn blesses their

union by the time they leave,

we'll go into the tourist

business for all it's worth.

- Don't worry, we'll see that

the foehn is out of order.

(all giggling)

- [Narrator] Unfortunately,

the mayor's plans were delayed

by the arrival of none other

than our friend

from the capital.

- Greetings, greetings,

citizens of Voglershausen.

(playful brass band music)

How do you do, miss?

- Good afternoon.

- Mr. Mayor, sir.

- How do you do, sir?

- Uh, as the Minister

of Population,

I'd like to see the

cause of it here.

- Well, that, sir,

depends on the foehn.

It may not come, mm,

then again it may.

- Uh, yes, I hope so.

Have you met my

secretary, Mayor?

Where is that girl?

(playful brass band music)

Christina, I'll thank you

to come away from there.

- (sighs) Isn't it

thrilling, a naked goddess?

- Yes, awfully thrilling,

I may throw up.

- It's no wonder these

villagers love scre--

- Eh, um, Mister Mayor,

I must request that this

indecent figure be removed

as quickly as possible

from the public eye

before our children

are perverted.

- I quite agree, sir.

Balduin, you hear that?

Get 'er out of here, quick.

- Right away, sir.

- What are you doing, hey!

Put me down, he meant

the statue there.

- Oh, sorry (grunts).

(both chuckling)

- Now, if you would

assemble the children

born here with the

last four years

and their parents, of

course, we shall have a look.

- Of course.

(baby wailing)

- They're not human,

they're super-studs!

(baby wailing)

- Afternoon, sir.

- Hmm, hmm hmm hmm.

Bravo, I'm very

impressed, uh, good job.

Splendid.

(Mayor chuckling)

I must say, you've done well.

- [Both Parents]

Thank you, your honor.

- Oh, surely, they're

not all yours.

- Every one of them, with

the help of the foehn.

- Um, have you ever seen

such a productive town?

- It might have the same

effect on you, sir (giggles).

- Uh, Mr. Mayor, I see no reason

for not giving the population

award to your town.

- Oh, thank you, sir,

it's a great honor.

- I'm just a little bit curious

about the workings of this,

em, of this strangely

productive foehn of yours.

Your wives are waiting for

it alone in their rooms

and what comes along, hmm?

- Our blacksmith.

- Pardon?

(women gasping)

- This is Michael

Haughter, our blacksmith.

Doctor Nagel, Michael.

- How do you do, Doctor?

- Mr. Haughter,

are you a father?

- Yeah, uh, no, no, sir, none.

- Oh, you're not doing

your share, shame on you.

(Mayor chuckling)

(women sigh with relief)

I must experience the foehn

so as to be judge its effect.

- Doctor Nagel, you

weren't really thinking

of exposing yourself

to the danger?

- Let go, of course not, I'm

counting on you to protect me.

- [Narrator] The foehn's

integrity is at stake.

Is he up to the challenge,

or is it all over

for Voglershausen?

- I haven't walked

across a meadow

with a pretty young woman

since I was a student.

- Goodness, you are forgetful.

Since when am I a

pretty young woman

and not just your employee?

Could this be an

effect of the foehn?

- Uh, oh,

it's quicker than usual.

The last time my pulse raised

was at my doctor's exam.

- Don't worry about it, sir.

If you're bothered

by that naughty wind,

rest assured, I'll protect you.

- I'm very grateful

to you, Christina.

We'll get to the bottom of this

by working together, right?

(pleasant light jazz music)

(Christina laughing)

- (gasps) Oh, what

a wonderful spot!

Like lovers dream about.

(Christina humming)

(Christina sighs)

- Christina, I'm afraid your

underclothing is showing.

- Oh, really, sir, I

think your obsession

with underclothing is unhealthy,

but then, the foehn works on

your weaknesses, I'm told.

- That's outrageous, I

merely wish to remind you

that you are my secretary

and that you ought

to dress accordingly.

(Christina moans)

(Nagel struggling)

I can't get it down!

- But you're working too hard.

Do you want it to rip?

Mr. Nagel, what are you doing?

Do you realize how close you

came to caressing my thigh?

You're losing control!

- Oh, what's to become of me?

I swear it's five beats more.

(Christina laughs)

Maybe, we better get

a heart specialist.

- Come on, we'll go for a swim.

- Yes, but I haven't

got a swimming suit.

So as far as I'm

concerned, forget it.

What sort of an outfit is that?

- It's what's called a bikini.

If you like it, I'll start

wearing one to the office, OK?

- I forbid such an exposure

of flesh, you hear?

It's an affront to an employer.

- But today, you're

not my employer.

You're just another man.

(pleasant light jazz music)

(water splashing)

Help, Mr. Nagel, I have a cramp!

- I'm coming, hang

in there, Christina!

(pleasant light jazz music)

(water splashing)

(both groaning)

- Oh, I never knew

that you swam so well.

- Well, since my school days,

I haven't done much, eh,

(gasps) swimming.

- Oh, Mr. Nagel, you

haven't done anything much

since your, your

school days, have you?

- Is your cramp gone?

- Uh-huh.

- Then tow me ashore

'cause now I have one.

(both gasping)

- [Narrator] That Christina,

she's a pretty sharp cookie.

Well, it looks like

our overworked foehn

is gonna get some

unexpected feminine help.

That'll be a switch.

Well, there's no foehn like

a new foehn, I always say.

(Nagel groans)

- (sighs) Mr. Nagel,

you saved my life.

If it weren't for

you, I'd nev, oh!

(Nagel gulps)

(Nagel groans)

Try the other side.

- Eh, oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, good, she's not dead yet.

It's still beating.

Is mine, though?

Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum,

it's so fast, they

can't be counted.

Oh, it's the foehn,

it's the foehn.

It's the foehn, eh, I've

broken out in a cold sweat!

- No, you're still

wet from swimming.

That's all it is,

it's the first time

you've had a human reaction.

- Oh, forgive me, Christina,

for baring your bosom.

I haven't bared a bosom

since I was in school.

What made me do it?

- Ooh?

- What's wrong?

- Could you massage it, ooh,

that's where the cramp was.

In the muscle.

- Eh, where?

- There?

Um, I haven't massaged

a girl's leg since--

- Not since you were in

school, by any chance?

- [Nagel] Yes, that's right.

- Even so, you haven't

lost your touch.

You've no idea how

relaxing that is.

Oh, (gasps), why'd

you do that for?

- (Mumbling

incoherently) Excuse me.

- Why should I?

(Nagel groans)

I think we ought to go now.

- Yeah, yes, but look at me.

I can't have Voglershausen

see their minister this way!

- Oh, there's a cabin there.

It's the answer to our prayer.

We'll hang your

things up to dry off,

and we'll go inside to warm up.

- A naked cabinet

minister in a cabin?

That's not my idea of dignity.

(birds chirping)

- There must be something

to these stories

about love in the air.

I sense excitement, don't you?

- I must admit, I'm not myself.

- But you know, you're really

much more sexy the way you are.

Just suppose you

tried to rape me now.

I'd enjoy every second of it.

- (gasps) How can

you suggest it!

- A couple I know

have gone through

six years of marriage

without having children.

They would if they lived here.

- Whoa, someone's coming!

(birds chirping)

- [Christina] It's all

right, they're stopping.

- If they see me like this,

then my career will be over.

- It will not, don't

forget that anything odd

you may have done, or anything

peculiar that you plan to do,

it's not you, it's

the foehn's doing.

- If you think I'll swallow

that silly feminine logic,

you are forgetting one thing.

That whether I am naked or

not, I am still respectable.

- Oh, (chuckles).

- At least I try to be.

(Christina chuckles)

I'm going inside.

- Me, too, a good secretary

should always be within

the boss's reach,

even in the hay.

- True, true, but

just as a precaution,

we'll keep a

haystack between us.

(Christina giggles)

(pleasant light jazz music)

- Let's begin at the

beginning, shall we?

Humans don't make

love like animals do.

I suppose all you peasants

think of is satisfying yourself.

That's what happens when

you have no sex education.

You forget that your partner

needs to be satisfied, too,

and not only sexually.

You see, you shouldn't

physically force someone,

especially someone who

is more experienced.

Always remember that you have

a lot to learn

from your partner.

There are so many

ways of proceeding.

I'll only mention one or

two of the most successful.

In the case of a

sensual person, it's--

(woman gasping passionate)

- What made you stop?

You were saying we

peasants never satisfy.

- I can't imagine saying

anything of the kind.

(both moaning passionately)

- [Narrator] (chuckles)

Our good old friend

is working overtime.

(group chattering)

- Suzanne, please

let me stay home.

Three little ones

are more than enough!

- You're going.

The foehn is a godsend

and you have no right

to deprive your wife of that.

- Well, goodbye, goodbye.

- Remember what I said,

don't come home too soon.

The older you get, the

more time it takes!

- I won't, I

promise, sweetie pie.

- Men, forward!

(all chattering)

- Everything's dry.

(giggles) Now you

can go back to being

an insipid beauerocrat again.

- Hmm, I'll overlook

the word insipid.

- The word bureaucrat

doesn't even bother you?

(giggles) This goes

on first, I think.

Let me help you.

- You'll do no such

thing, after all,

I'm old enough to dress myself.

- I was only trying to help,

you're in such a hurry!

- Help, you've helped enough!

Whenever you help, it

just makes things worse,

and they can't get much worse.

- Humph, well that's

the thanks a person gets

for doing a good turn.

(Nagel groans)

- It makes me itch!

- Well, if you'd let me help,

let's see what's pricking you.

(Nagel grunts)

- The foehn is

driving us all crazy!

Oh, pickles!

(Christina giggles)

(playful horn music)

- [Narrator] The merry

men are marching,

but the foehn has made

his own plans tonight.

- What the, what's that?

- Oh, Mr. Mayor,

that's a peculiar way

of making your tourists welcome.

- [Mayor] Well, I'm

awfully sorry, miss.

- Don't let us disturb you.

- Keep it clean.

(men chuckling)

(Nagel gasping)

(rhythmic slightly

mysterious rock music)

- [Nagel] Oh, what do we do?

- [Christina] Come

here, come on!

- Oh wee, just cover me up.

- Oh, no, that's no good.

- Over there.

- [Christina] Here.

(hay rustling)

(lips smacking)

- Ever tried it in the hay?

- Not yet, it's another

experience to look forward to.

How 'bout there?

- [Michael] The hay looks

more comfortable over here.

- Well, sweetheart,

where were we

when we were so rudely

interrupted, hmm?

(both laugh)

Yes, I remember.

- 110, 111, 112, 113,

that's fantastic, no hearts

can beat as fast as that!

Do you mind, I can't breathe.

Please stop crowding me.

- Quiet down, do you

want them to hear you?

- Oh, no, it's the foehn.

- Listen, what's that noise?

- I don't know,

the wind, I guess.

- You mean the foehn?

Your old legends are

awfully charming,

but it would be nicer if

you people weren't so naive.

- So, we're naive now?

Well, what do you

expect, after all,

we're only peasants.

Anyhow, it's late, I should

be getting back home now.

- Wait, oh, the night

is young, my pet.

(Dagmar laughs)

(men grunting and struggling)

- Uh, tell me, what's

going on there?

- Oh, we, we, uh--

- Will you be so good as to

remove your hand from my bosom?

My flesh is delicate.

- Oh, it sure is nice to touch.

I'm sorry to have to give

it to someone else (laughs).

- Where are you taking me?

- Oh, the Population Minister.

He said we should get

it out of public sight,

so we'll take it to his room.

- [Gaby] Oh, then he's

in for a surprise.

- Uh, take her to

room number nine.

(men grunting)

- Balduin?

- Huh?

- We were looking for Michael.

We thought that if we

waited long enough--

- We could catch the foehn

with the mayor's wife.

- You two are regular

spies, aren't ya?

This time, you're outta luck.

He went off to the

woods with that blonde.

- Oh, he did, while half the

town is waiting up for him.

- Oh, well.

Why bother with such

a good-for-nothing.

Good night, Balduin.

- Sleep well, girls,

and sweet dreams.

(grunts) Balduin, what

have you got to lose?

It's a good idea.

- Do you realize

what time it is?

(gasps) Balduin!

- I'm the substitute, the

real one couldn't make it,

so I'll do the rounds tonight.

- [Inge] How dare you,

you're completely mad!

(slaps cracking)

- Well, who were you

waiting for then?

- My husband, naturally.

I knew you weren't up

to it, what an amateur!

You're nowhere near

the man the foehn is!

(Balduin grunts)

You don't know the first thing

about making love!

Was it too much for you,

I'm sorry, I wore you out.

- But let me have

one more chance.

- Get out!

- [Balduin] Ouch, ooh!

(Inge grunting)

But, (groans).

- There he is, at last!

- I warn you, I'm just a

substitute for the foehn.

- Better a substitute

than nothing, come on!

- (chuckles) Hey!

- I think we can go now.

The two of them are sleeping.

- If you asked me,

they've earned it.

Oh, the way they went at it!

I was keeping

track, four times--

- Shh!

- [Christina] Not to

mention in the woods--

- Christina, will

you hold your tongue?

Shh, shh!

(hay crunching)

Oh, hurry up, come on, come on!

Ooh, come on!

You idiot, come on!

(Christina groans)

Shh!

On tippy toes.

Watch it, oh, (groans).

(wood rumbling)

Damn!

(Christina gasps)

- Oh, what do you know, we've

had an audience all the while.

- Is anyone there?

(playful orchestral music)

(Nagel groaning)

(rhythmic and playful

light rock music)

(both gasping and sighing)

- At last, you know,

come to think of it,

there was a better

use for that haystack.

- What use, may I ask?

- Oh, well, you might have--

- No, I'd rather avoid the word.

Go to your room and

forget this nonsense.

- I'll never forget it.

I'll relive the whole

thing in my dreams.

- It's incredible how

perverse you are, good night!

B-but that, that is your room!

(Christina moaning)

It's over there.

(door rattling)

(gasps) How dare they!

It's a direct affront.

Mmm, I do wish you women

would leave me alone.

(Nagel grunts)

How can man be

expected to sleep?

(playful organ music)

Oh, it's that foehn again!

- [Narrator] Well,

one man's foehn

is another man's pleasure.

(chickens cawing)

(birds chirping)

(Dagmar yawns)

- Hello, Gaby, you're up

awfully early, aren't you?

- Hello, Miss Cornwall,

you're up late, aren't you?

- Don't be catty, my dear.

(yawns) I'm all worn out.

- The places some people

are liable to sleep.

- Yes, in the hay.

Ah, so you're jealous, you

mustn't be jealous, little girl.

It's a waste of time.

- I, I wonder if you'd

have a minute to spare.

- No, not now, I

really must go to bed.

- Uh, please?

- All right, if you bring my

breakfast to my room then.

- I'll be glad to.

(water bubbling)

(knocking on door)

- Uh, who is it?

- [Gaby] Gaby.

- Come on in.

- [Gaby] Your breakfast.

- [Dagmar] Oh, just a

minute, I'll have it in bed.

- Sure.

- There, all set.

Won't you sit down?

- Thanks.

- And now, tell me what's

bothering you, Gaby.

- Uh, where shall I begin?

- Perhaps I should

start by explaining that

I have no intention of

making off with your,

well, with Michael.

- No?

- No, I really don't.

I'm a model, as long as

I can have my choice,

why should I pick a blacksmith?

I don't mean to say

he's not a dream.

You certainly have

to hand it to him

as far as endurance goes.

- Then you're not in

love with each other?

- Of course not.

That's as much as

you know about life.

Michael and I just made

love for the fun of it.

After my experiences

with all sorts of lovers,

the primitive type

was very refreshing.

I certainly enjoyed it, however,

tomorrow, I'll have forgotten

and I'll be with someone

else in another town.

It's the truth,

and that leaves you

to chase after your

blacksmith all you want.

- Ah, you're wonderful!

- Watch it!

- Thank you, thank you.

- Have you had

your breakfast yet?

- I wasn't in the mood for it.

- Now, would you like

something to eat?

- Mm-hmm, I feel

ever so much better.

- I fail to see why.

Just because I'm

through with Michael

doesn't mean he's yours.

- Yes, it's so hopeless.

What makes him so stubborn?

He says it's because

I'm only a virgin.

- Only?

Michael is an uncommon guy,

or I wouldn't have bothered.

Now, why don't you

try to get him.

- But how?

Oh, I'm sure you can help.

You've had so much experience.

- Sure, but not with

men who weren't willing.

You were in a barrel with

him when I first saw you.

- Only by accident.

- That figures,

but you've got to surprise him.

That would work.

Are you willing to

do anything, Gaby?

- Of course, anything,

I'd be willing

to go to the end of the

earth for a lover like that.

- All right, I'll

help you if you want.

- [Gaby] I'm afraid

I drank your coffee.

- Unless you've got

some wild germs,

I'm not going to worry

about it (chuckles).

(distant engine rumbling)

- New guests, I must go.

(car horn honking)

I'm calling my first

daughter Dagmar, for you.

(Dagmar laughs)

- [Christina] Well, that was

quick, I'm glad to see you.

- We left right

after you called.

- [Christina] Angela!

- Christina.

- What is all this

about the foehn?

I've never heard of

anything so preposterous.

- What till you've tried

it before you knock it.

- There's foehn for everyone.

- What was that?

- Our new greeting for

the arrival of guests.

- Oh sure, gotcha,

the wind, huh?

I sure hope it works.

- Step this way.

- Thanks.

- And that's how

it seems to work.

- [Man With Hat] Good

afternoon, ladies.

- And most of them are over 60.

- But how do they manage

to marry such young wives?

- Oh, it's a question of money.

An older man has more of it

and he won't have it too long.

His wife is six months

pregnant with number five.

- I can't get over it.

I wonder if it'd work for us.

Poor Fritz has got

to do something.

- You'll see.

- It wouldn't hurt to try.

- It's true, though.

- But Michael wouldn't do that,

he says he's going

to leave with her.

- That blonde

can't offer Michael

anything that we don't

have a lot more of.

- We've got to see

that he stays here.

Fix him up with a local girl.

- A local girl, I

think I've got it.

I hope it does the trick.

Oh, Gaby?

- [Gaby] I'm here.

- I wonder if I could

ask you a question

of a personal nature.

- Well, you can always ask.

- I was curious to

know how your romance

with Michael is going.

- It's not.

You were successful in

nipping it in the bud, Inge.

- I don't understand.

If I were in your shoes,

I wouldn't have done

what my step-mother said.

- Oh, but my dear, I've done

precisely what you said.

- I can't understand

your giving up

such a wonderful specimen

of manhood so easily.

- Really, just a few days ago,

you told me you thought

he was degenerate, Inge.

- But things have

changed since then, dear.

Do you really want to lose

a handsome guy like

that to an outsider?

Where's your pride in our town?

- I'll do it, sacrifice

myself for Voglershausen.

If you wanna know, I

intended to all along.

- I'm proud of you, dear.

I was sure we

could count on you.

You mustn't forget, though,

you've only got one night.

- So what, when I

wanna charm a man,

I know how to do it.

Would you mind doing these?

- [Michael] Dagmar,

are you sleeping?

- Whoever heard

of a girl sleeping

while she's waiting for you?

Hurry,

please come.

- What is it, why

are you shivering?

(Gaby moaning passionately)

Tell me, how can anyone

with your experience

tremble like that,

what's the matter?

- I love you, Michael.

Please, you mustn't say a word.

- Gaby!

- I told you, you'd

never get away from me.

- But I had no idea

you'd ever try that

and the worst is,

who would ever expect

an 18-year-old to

pull that trick?

- Nowadays, women

grow up sooner.

- Actually, I'm happy.

I'd hoped this would happen

ever since you got here.

You're wonderful, Gaby.

- [Dagmar] I hope

you're not angry

about the joke we played on you.

- Oh, of course not, after all,

that's how I got to

know my future wife.

- I feel like a marriage broker.

Don't worry, I'm not

going to send you a bill.

Now, when I'm gone

and you need advice,

I slipped a very useful

book under your pillow

called The Art of Keeping Your

Partner Pleased In Old Age.

- That's really a

book for you, then.

(both laughing)

- Oh, um, how far is the

next town that has a smith?

- It's Groshardfenning,

15 miles.

- Thank you.

- He's said to be over 90.

- Oh, well he'll

be perfect then.

So long.

(engine rumbling away)

(pleasant and bouncy

brass band music)

- Bon voyage, Dagmar.

- Hey there, I just

managed to get Michael

together with Gaby, I

think they'll be happy,

provided he's got to

be completely convinced

to turn off the

foehn from now on.

- To what?

- To boot the foehn act.

(scoffs) You act as

if you didn't know.

You don't mean nobody's told you

what's going on all this time?

- It comes as a shock.

Don't tell me there's no foehn!

- Not the foehn you mean.

The wind couldn't produce

a thing on its own,

so the village smith does.

- Christina, how dreadful.

- You bet it is.

I very nearly hooked

the Population Minister,

but if he ever discovers

this, it's all over.

I can't let him find out.

- But how can that help me?

I mean, all I want is a baby,

and I'm not going to get one

so I may as well go home.

- But wait a minute,

you're too upset.

Now, calm down and

think about it.

If the secret is kept up,

people all assume

that the foehn works.

In fact, the very

idea is designed to

meet a definite need.

If you could keep it

a secret from Fritz,

no one would find out.

- You mean I should submit

to the village smith?

Why, you, you've lost your head!

- I really mean it.

In your case, first

things come first.

You've given priority to

a baby and that's that.

The means are

justified by the end.

- You're absolutely diabolical!

And you expected

me seriously to,

but I couldn't bring myself

to do a thing like that.

Just like George Washington,

the father of his country.

- The next mother around

here is going to be Gaby.

- At her age, and I've

tried for over six years

and nothing seems to happen.

You don't know what it's like.

- Well, if you'll unbend a

little, you'll have your child.

- If only I could.

If I wanted, I

could close my eyes,

maybe I'd feel better

not knowing about it,

so if I just pretend I'm making

love to my husband, (gasps)!

- What a good idea,

it's sheer genius!

You've just come up

with an ideal way

to handle an immoral

situation morally.

- I'm thoroughly

ashamed of myself

for even thinking such a thing.

There's got to be some truth

to this Voglershausen myth.

- Oh, I hope Mr.

Nagel thinks so.

- I'd be all for

it if you help me

get this blacksmith

into my room.

- The only way is to use

the same trick Gaby did.

Let me fix it with Annie,

that is, if it's OK?

- Mmm, OK.

(Christina laughs)

(playful horn fanfare)

- [Narrator] Once again,

the night wind blows

and everyone hopes the foehn

will stimulate their senses,

satisfy their desires, and

impregnate their wives.

So, forward men

and up the foehn!

(men groaning)

- You know, tonight

is going to make

a big difference in my life.

Here, have a slug,

it's good stuff.

(both hiccupping)

And what are your

plans for tonight?

- Well, I thought I'd

get my wife pregnant.

- They're very lucky,

Christina and Angela.

They've got an unforgettable

night ahead of them.

- Oh, Christina, my

knees are shaking.

- You still have time to relax.

- I hope he got the message.

- Well, you can

always count on Annie.

You better get undressed.

- Must I be nude, what's

wrong with wearing this?

- Well, if you want

to be taken for Gaby,

no pajamas, she's a

confirmed nudist, you know.

- Oh, I wish I were

calmer, give me a puff.

Mama mia, I feel like a

virgin on her wedding night.

(Christina laughs)

- Wait, I'll join you.

- Why, isn't Gaby

coming here tonight?

- She sent me a note just now.

She said she'd rather I came

to her room in the hotel,

to number six, the

same as last night.

And you, how's Lorenz

coming on your portrait?

- Oh, we haven't

really kept up with it.

You know how it is.

Love seems to run in the family.

(both chuckling)

(door rattling)

- Hey, I hope

you're not sleeping.

- Hurry up.

(Angela groaning)

- Why are you shivering tonight?

You don't have to

be frightened of me.

(Michael moaning passionately)

Tonight, you can talk to me.

It's not like it was last night,

I mean, about your voice.

- Number nine, Dr. Nagel.

Good foehn to you.

Oh, how I envy your

secretary tonight, sir.

- I wouldn't mind that

at all, Super Boobs.

(Nagel blows a kiss)

(Nagel chuckles)

Super Boobs, you're drunk.

You mix your nines up

with your sixes, (grunts).

- Ah, that was wonderful,

I've never had it so good.

Fritz, the foehn did it.

- Fritz, who's Fritz?

- Gaby, who is this

Fritz of yours, tell me!

(Angela gasps)

But you're not, good

God, you're not Gaby.

- And you.

(gasps) What is this,

you're not my Fritz!

What happened, what have I done?

- Please, don't get excited.

I'm sorry, I'm just

as embarrassed.

I'm through with Gaby if she

ever finds out about this.

- You're through,

how about Fritz?

- I can't understand

what happened to her.

(approaching footsteps)

- (gasps) My husband!

Oh, you've got to

get out, hurry!

- (humming) Oh, my

little Christina,

as punctual in my bed

as in my office, mmm.

- Mr. Nagel, I'm not Christina

and this is not your room, sir.

- Oh, I'm very sorry, madam.

Then I must really

have room number nine.

- Number nine, OK.

(playful brass band music)

A friend for everyone.

Sweetie pie, where are you, ah.

(Fritz mumbling drunkenly)

Here I come.

(bed creaking)

(playful brass band music)

- Well, whatta you

know, I'm here already.

Hey, you, you're a

little screwed up.

What are you doing

in my bed, hmm?

Or is the foehn screwed up?

Oh, don't bother,

I could always go

and sleep with Christina,

she's the nextdoor neighbor.

(playful brass band music)

Oh, my beautiful

goddess of fertility.

Oh my, you're no statue,

you're flesh and blood.

- Just a second, did the foehn

affect your eyes, Mr. Nagel?

- Oh, that good-for-nothing,

sleeping already.

It's because of

that foehn again!

I can't take it, if

anything's gonna be done,

I guess I'm gonna have to do it.

(playful brass band music)

I'm ashamed of you.

(Fritz snoring)

You didn't even

kiss me goodnight!

(loud snoring over

playful brass band music)

- Your secretary is in the room

across the hall, number 10.

- Uh, it's all those

confusing figures.

I'm sorry I disturbed

you (chuckles).

Bye bye.

(all laughing)

Dr. Nagel, consultation

by appointment (hiccups).

She's secretary

in number 10, OK.

Up we go.

Christina, it's me, the boss.

May, may I please come in, hmm?

Mm, Christina?

Oh!

Yoo-hoo, oo-hoo!

My sec, secretary

is not (hiccups),

so I'll wait in my

sexretary's bed,

till my sexretary

gets back, nah.

- I think it's all right to go.

- Then get going, any second

now, my husband will come.

Whatever should happen--

- It'll be between you and me.

- That's an understatement.

- You wouldn't happen

to know where Gaby is.

- [Angela] How should I know.

- [Michael] I better ask Annie.

(door rattling)

- Michael, I'm so glad

you came to see me.

- Now stop right

there, don't forget,

I've got first call on you.

Has the foehn given

up on married ladies?

- Oh, shut up, stupid.

I wanna know where Gaby is.

- I have no idea where she is,

but I can tell you

her room number.

It's number 16.

- [Michael] Thanks a lot.

(bell dinging)

(knocking on door)

(dogs barking)

- Michael, why don't you

answer me, what's wrong?

- Michael!

- Inge, I'm sorry.

I'm looking for Gaby.

- How could you forget,

tonight's the foehn's night.

- I'm sorry, the

foehn's out of order.

I'm getting married.

- (scoffs) Of course, and

you're going to continue

as the foehn when

you're married, too.

Wait a minute.

Get out of here,

it's my husband!

- Not bad, what a costume

for a man to come home to

when he's had as

much foehn as I have.

Tonight, it was

stronger than ever!

Come on, let's go

inside and we'll see.

- Where can Fritz be,

what's keeping him?

Christina, Christina, wake up!

(gasps) you're everywhere I go!

I thought this was

Christina's room.

- Well, well, well, who, no,

what do you want with her?

- I want to find my husband.

- Mmm, hiya sweetie.

That foehn was something,

you're going to find out.

- [Both] Ooh!

(head thunks against wall)

- (gasps) Fritz!

- Christina, you--

- Fritz, you're

in the wrong room.

(Fritz groaning)

Here, let me help you.

- Hey!

- If you ask me where Fritz is,

that's where you'll find him.

Now, I want to sleep.

(playful big band music)

- Dear, they've got less

traffic on Broadway.

(Fritz groans)

(playful big band music)

No one in this room either,

I'm getting sick of that foehn!

- Where do you think Angela is?

(Fritz groans)

Amazing what goes on here.

Wherever she is,

this is your room.

Now don't you budge from it.

- Ooh!

(knocking on door)

- Lorenz, open

up, it's me, Gaby.

Christel, I was at the forge.

Why wasn't your brother

waiting for me there?

- Because you wrote him a

note saying come to the hotel.

- Oh, Christina,

I've looked all over

this madhouse for Fritz.

- Oh, he's safe in your

room where he belongs,

but Mr. Nagel, I think

the foehn got him.

- No, he's safe in your bed.

- Oh, I do believe

that foehn works.

I think it's his Waterloo!

- Have fun.

- [Christina] I will, thanks.

- Hey, wake up Fritz!

(Fritz snoring)

You lazy moron,

how can you sleep

when the famous foehn of

Voglershausen's blowing outside?

(door rattling)

- Oh, quit it, Mr. Nagel.

(Nagel snoring)

Don't worry, sir,

you're not getting

kicked out of my bed,

but would you mind

sliding over to let me in?

(Nagel groans)

(Nagel snoring)

- What do you mean?

I never sent a note,

I expected to see him

at the forge tonight,

not at the hotel.

- But honestly, he wouldn't

make up such a thing.

- He wouldn't, I'd like

to be very such, though.

Because if this is

just a trick to keep up

this joke of the foehn,

the joke's on him!

(door rattling)

(Christel laughs)

- Why don't we stop a while, eh?

You've worked hard

enough for one night.

(Christel laughs)

(both moaning)

(door rattling)

- Is Michael here, the

village blacksmith, that is.

Was he here?

- I'm afraid, young lady,

you have lot of nerve

asking someone that.

- Sorry I disturbed you.

I never should've suspected you.

Anyhow, I'll never have to

suspect anyone from now on.

I'll have him fitted

with a chastity belt.

(door slams)

- Oh, I'm so sorry, I

forgot to lock the door.

- I have an odd feeling

that we're not where we were.

- Well, I don't know, perhaps

they changed the beds.

- Yeah, that's it.

I swear we we had a

double bed, very odd.

I guess there's room enough for

us, that's all that matters.

- That's all that really

matters, sweetheart.

You're so right.

- I'll murder that guy!

I'll make him suffer for this!

He can't do this to me!

Wh, what does he

think I am, a fool?

(playful big band music)

(groans) I guess I deserved it.

Whose fault is it that a

virgin make love to the foehn?

He warns virgins to run.

Oh, who cares, why

shouldn't he go on

playing the foehn if he likes?

But not with me!

- And I sat up all

night waiting for you.

- But I'm sure they

said number six instead.

- Some jealous housewife's

idea of a joke.

Look, since the

day I fell in love,

I haven't played the game.

- You know, I was going

to have you fitted

with a chastity belt.

- Would you have

done that to me?

- No, you know why not?

I'd be afraid of losing the key.

- [Narrator] (chuckles)

Well, the foehn's over.

Or is it?

(chicken cawing)

(both groaning)

- One night, you love someone,

and the next morning,

you smother her.

You're really awful.

- (gasps) Last

night I loved you?

What do you mean?

(Christina chuckling)

Christina, how do you

happen to be in my bed?

- Why don't you look around

before making accusations, hmm?

(Nagel grunts)

- I'm sorry, but how, do I

happen to be in your bed?

- Darling, why ask questions now

after what went on between us?

- You don't mean

it went that far?

- Surely, no man

in his right mind

is likely to spend

the whole darn night

in bed with a young

female admirer

without doing, well, his duty.

- Oh, I was screwed.

- Yes, darling.

Isn't it about time that

we set the date for,

for walking down the aisle?

- (gasps) Oh no!

(church bells dinging)

(crowd cheering and applauding)

- Well, father-in-law.

- I'm proud of you, my boy.

- And now, the greatest

celebration of all

in the history of Voglershausen!

Everybody is invited to join in!

- [Narrator] Well,

that about wraps up

our happy ending, folks.

Of course, Voglershausen

will have to do without

the tourist trade,

but on the other hand,

the virgins won't

have to run anymore.

Hey, wait a minute, who's this?

Angela and Fritz, back again?

Uh oh.

- Look!

- Congratulations, everyone.

(group chattering)

I can't wait to tell you,

I'm going to be a mother.

- (laughs) Who knows, he may

grow up to be a blacksmith.

- Or a phone-in star.

- Why not, look, doesn't he

look like a proud father?

- [Woman With Glasses]

We're all proud of you

in Voglershausen.

- [Angela] I'm so

happy for you, dear.

- And lots of

children, of course.

- Thanks, Papa.

- Shh!

- All Voglershausen is proud

on this festive occasion

of another event

about to take place

within a short time of

a holiday spent here.

A childless young

couple, the Joneses,

have come back to announce

that they're in the family way

thanks to the foehn.

(group applauding and cheering)

Now that no one doubts

the fertile powers

of our unique aphrodisiac,

we announce the fabulous

new resort of Voglershausen

in which we hope

our tourists will multiply.

(group cheering)

- You've got your

work cut out for you.

- [Boy With Sign]

Mr. Mayor, Mr. Mayor?

The town square

is full of women.

They're asking for

the blacksmith.

They wanna see the

man who married the

goddess of fertility.

- Those women, they

always exaggerate.

- When women get out of

hand, be firm with them.

- You're impossible.

What women want, women get.

- Well, Michael,

go calm them down.

You'll do us all a favor by

showing them you're only human.

(Mayor chuckles)

(Gaby laughs)

- Aren't you a little

scared that Michael

will go on doing the

foehn now you're married?

- I did worry, but not now.

- How are you going

to keep him from it?

- It's a secret.

(Gaby whispering)

(both laughing)

And when the next foehn

blows, I'll be ready.

- It's official, on

this auspicious day,

we shall have a

visit from the foehn.

All men will

assemble at midnight.

The celebration goes on.

(playful and bouncy

big band music)

- Has it occurred to you

that your life will

never be the same again?

- Naturally, now that

I'm a married man.

- From now on, you know

the foehn won't work

for anyone else but me.

(playful and bouncy

big band music)

- Inge, our husbands have

been gone for half an hour.

What can Michael be up to?

- He's perfectly aware

of his responsibility.

- Oh, no, you're

not going to sleep.

(lips smacking)

There's a foehn tonight,

and to think of how

active you used to be.

(playful and bouncy

big band music)

- How far is he?

They're going to come

back soon, aren't they?

- He hasn't even started!

- I don't think

there's any chance

of his coming at this hour.

- We've got to do something!

- Do what?

Look, to begin with,

he's on his honeymoon.

Besides, he's my son-in-law.

If anyone could do

something, it's me.

(playful and bouncy

big band music)

- Hey, watch where you snore at!

- Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart.

- (Sighs) What a joke.

It's our wedding night and

the groom falls asleep.

Come on, lover, one more time

so I can be proud of you.

- If you insist,

I'll tell you what.

Let's wait for a

quarter of an hour,

and then I'll send Balduin

in to drag him out.

- [All] OK.

- Hey, listen, aren't

we ever gonna sleep?

- Sleep, what, the

pride of Voglershausen?

Where'd all your energy go?

We'll sleep when we're old,

while we're young,

we'll enjoy it.

(all chattering)

- [Inge] Balduin?

(Michael yawns)

- Look, my darling,

proverb says, everything

in moderation.

That means in bed, too.

(knocking on door)

- (sighs) It's surely

a message for you.

(Michael yawns)

- Everyone's upset, they

wonder where the foehn is.

- It's hopeless.

Tell them that the foehn

has flown the coop.

(chuckles) No more

running after the ladies.

- Come to bed, my

little sex pot.

- Yeah, let me cool down.

I hereby ordain you

my substitute foehn.

- Oh, that'll be a

pleasure, thanks a lot.

- It'll be a pleasure, you say?

I've waited for

this a long time.

If pleasure's what

you're giving,

I'm gonna be the

first to get it.

(Balduin groans)

- [Michael] Baby, this

time I've really had it.

- [Gaby] That's not

the foehn talking.

Why, you haven't

had anything yet.

(bed creaks and cracks)

- [Narrator] Yes, the

virgin of Voglershausen

need never run again,

but her husband might.

(bouncy and playful

big band music)