Springen (1986) - full transcript
The scene is set in an home for well off old people. But "Semper Vivax" is not just another retirement home. What its guests get there, which they would not in an ordinary establishment, is actually amazing : their best real-life memories are played out for them. Such is the bet of Axel, the cynical manager, and of Pipo, his assistant of genius, who are prepared to do anything to keep the customer satisfied. The only trouble is that there is nobody out there to turn into dreams the frustrations of the two men.
-Could we ask you some questions?
-I won't comment.
-We've got to start immediately.
Keep the press away.
-What is the situation, Minister?
-Tragic is the word.
The point of no return
has been reached.
The enemy can no longer be repelled.
What will you do, Minister?
It may be madness,
but we will do our duty.
To the bitter end.
-You can count on that.
-What does that mean?
Gentlemen, I did not want this.
We will be on all the stations.
Ladies and gentlemen,
after His Majesty the King
the highest power in this country.
I declare that, from this moment on,
has been placed on level three alert.
It is my duty
to provide information on the nature
and cause of the danger threatening you.
I will hand you over
to General Adelbrecht Schimmelpenninck,
the Minister of Defence.
This isn't the promised concert.
Saint-Saëns, Miss Matti.
Mr. Clement, stay here.
It's your duty.
soon there will no longer be any history
to judge me and others.
Everyone knows how
the international situation has evolved.
In recent days all kinds of conflicts
more or less all over the world
have reached their climax.
The use of tactical nuclear weapons
led to an unexpected escalation
of natural disasters.
Countries that felt threatened,
used their nuclear arsenal.
Radioactive waves are spreading.
Earthquakes and volcanic eruptions
plague our continents.
I've received official confirmation that
both in the USA and the Soviet Union
nuclear missiles have been fired
at as yet unknown targets.
We must prepare for the worst.
The end is near.
-The management is absent.
-Axel is with Mira.
In exactly three minutes
and sixteen seconds
I will also press the red button,
so that our nuclear missiles
are also on standby.
-That's my chair.
-First come, first served.
-I refuse to take such impudence.
-There is no point in surviving.
There is no point in fleeing.
Long live the king.
Two, one… Fire!
…two, one, fire.
-Sit down. Sit down.
-What'd he say?
-Don't you feel very well?
-I'm just cold.
-No, not Paris.
Ladies and gentlemen.
This is our last offensive.
Directing the destruction of the world
The best spectacle in months.
Everyone except Mr. Clement
The destruction of the world.
I'm almost an expert on it.
-You're almost a genius with dynamite.
-I already am.
-As long as you don't overdo it.
-No, but I'm a genius.
Good morning, everyone.
Have you got a minute,
Mr. Woestewey? Just one.
Not now, Mr. Clement.
Of course, I understand.
-I've never been so early.
-I've just had a phone call from…
-That can wait.
-We're at work.
-You look tired.
-That's what you think.
You'll see, it's probably overloaded.
-I'd rather not think about it.
-It's happened a lot lately.
The mechanism needs checking.
We've paid for that, too.
-Be patient. Help's on its way.
-He's shouting again.
I read in an article
that someone in a lift
had knocked for two days
and two nights. Just like that.
Don't worry. We're coming to help you.
Are you OK?
-Can't we help?
-I'm sure the machinery is out of date.
-We should phone the fire brigade.
-Calm down, calm down.
-There's someone in the lift.
Who's in there?
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
Stupid, that incident.
A short circuit, maybe.
Isn't that what I said?
IN BELGIAN NATURAL GAS
-This isn't looking good.
-What do you mean?
New drilling operations have occurred.
There must be huge amounts of gas.
Soon the entire region
will be an industrial estate.
Do you think so?
They're talking about
Pieter Paul Himmelsorge from
the Semper Vivax retirement home.
The flowers for Mrs. Bellina Woestewey.
Preferably today. At the same time.
Thank you very much.
It's hard to keep pace.
Therapy every other day.
It's getting more and more difficult
Mr. Clement can't be cheered up.
It would be better
for Clement to leave.
-What's on the programme tomorrow?
-A visit by a VIP.
Mrs. Patricia Haegeman
wishes to place her grandfather,
the Minister of State,
on the waiting list.
-Interesting. What can we show her?
-Puccini is to be continued.
DATE: AUGUST 6, 1986
PRESENTED: LA BOHÈME
SUBJECT: GRETE MULLER
BORN: JANUARY 18, 1887
With a professional approach.
Scenery, costumes, rehearsals…
She gives a recital every month.
Highlights from the work of Puccini.
-And everyone believes it each time?
-Don't know of any exceptions.
-If it is professionally packaged,
the illusion becomes
irresistible for many.
Some aspects of reality
are more attractive than dreams.
I don't think it up myself.
My assistant does, he's a genius.
-That man there.
Pieter Paul Himmelsorge.
We call him Pipo.
He's the heart of this establishment.
I'd be lost without him.
-I'd never have thought this possible.
-We make the impossible possible.
Our programme has a lot more to offer.
For example the safari,
the flight in our hot-air balloon
or the masked ball.
There's so much more,
if you see what I mean.
Come and see the trial.
See the man with the red carnation?
That's Mr. Krop, once a genius
at the bar. A phenomenon at every trial.
Until that murder trial in 1937.
Total failure in the Hulsthout trial.
His client got life. The witch hunt
and scandal proved fatal.
Krop became a manic-depressive,
took to drink and ended up here with us.
The trial is restaged here once a month,
-but Krop always gets an acquittal.
-Isn't that a bit absurd?
The therapy is effective
and the results speak for themselves.
Living to a hundred is not an exception
here. Mr. Himmelsorge?
My right hand and the director
of what you call absurd.
Mrs. Haegeman. Patricia Haegeman.
Pleased to meet you.
The manager has told me a lot about you.
Mrs. Haegeman has come
to introduce her grandfather.
-You knew that.
-I didn't know that.
-We'll certainly consider him.
-His great dream is dancing.
Without politics he would have been
a great revue star.
But in our family, you understand…
That's his great regret now.
Perhaps a great dance career
is to be found for him here.
We organise happiness,
but don't participate ourselves.
A place only becomes available
when someone dies.
No one dies here.
People leave the home.
Anyway, at the moment
there's not much chance for him.
I didn't say that. On the contrary.
You must know your grandfather's
political friends and former colleagues?
Yes, of course.
In that case you can help us.
If you can use your influence
with regard to the compulsory purchases,
then we'd certainly be able to make
your grandfather happy. And you, too.
I'm going to get changed.
I have to take Mira for a walk.
It was a pleasure to meet you.
Do you have any unfilled desires?
Something you dream of?
Then I will make it come true for you.
But with all my heart.
She's not doing too well. She hasn't
touched her food for two days.
Rehearsals aren't going so well, either.
She reacts too slowly to commands.
-Something's wrong, but what?
-I hope this isn't the explanation.
In less than a week. And always here.
I think that's going too far.
You don't drink, do you Mira?
Or do you?
-She's a good actress.
-Axel is the biggest beast.
He'll drink himself to death.
One day you'll find his body here.
What's the matter with him? He has
no reason to. Mind you, Bellina…
-What's the matter with Bellina?
-Nothing. Just Bellina.
the prettiest girls in town.
the prettiest girls in town.
Don't you dare come in? Come on.
Cabaret, nudity, prettiest girls.
-What shall we have to drink?
-Champagne, of course.
-That's just the thing, of course.
-Have you got some money?
-What d'you think?
-We'll have a party.
-That'd be great, of course.
-Why d'you always say "of course"?
-Do I? That's stupid, of course.
-Does your wife like this fiddling?
-I'm not married.
-Never have been. I know better.
-Should've guessed. Leave it.
A drink will help.
Pussy's not used to that.
Let go of me. No.
No, not that way.
Cabaret, floor show. Come inside.
After three operations to my back
I started playing again in 1980.
And within two years I was back
among the best in the world.
I know that people say about me,
"OK, he was a great player,
but he'll never win again".
But today I'm standing here
to prove them wrong.
How was your assignation?
-Looks like it was a wild night.
-That's the word. A wild night.
He looked better two months ago.
I tell you, Mr. Himmelsorge is worried.
-You can't complain, either.
The hunt is often very satisfactory.
Due to the rights of the family
I have to invent uplifting stories
about the previous night and evening.
I only do high quality acting.
When I had tea with Eisenhower.
I remember that very clearly.
The White House. His golf wasn't bad.
Why don't you quit and leave?
-Everyone can leave.
-What's stopping you?
-You're not listening again.
-You've told the story so often.
She now weighs 142. She's not eating
but is getting fatter and fatter.
-So heavy… You should see her.
Living with someone you hate…
Do you understand?
If I tell her she's too fat,
I'm the monster, not her.
She doesn't care
that she looks like a group photo.
When I see her,
I sometimes think, "Drop dead!"
In my dreams I sometimes get rid of her
myself. With a bullet or a knife.
Or I drown her.
Drown every kilo of that body.
There's a chance for you.
You can think up the perfect murder.
Tell me, Pipo.
You'll have to invent another excuse
for my nocturnal absence.
I've decided not to go home tonight.
The gas, maybe?
I'll go and see Bellina this evening
and spin her a great yarn.
You've heard from a reliable source
about international action
regarding the compulsory purchases.
-I'm calling an emergency meeting.
-In Brussels, at least.
-Luxembourg is better.
My text for the annual celebration
When you've got time,
I'll read it to you.
I'd love to hear it.
has to be decided tonight. We're late.
It must be a stunning demonstration
of our therapies.
The fall of the Hindenburg?
The passage through the Red Sea?
-Or even better, a drunk elephant.
-You can be a swine. It's serious.
I know, but I was talking about Mira.
She's ill. That's serious, too.
What's up, princess?
If you could talk, I'd find out more
about what's making you sad.
The private life of an elephant
is probably very passionate.
Are you really ill?
Or is it just homesickness?
And being alone.
It's well known that
that's the biggest catastrophe.
Loneliness is close to my heart.
Even after the hundred women I've had
and the thousand others
I still want to fuck.
And you… You can't help me either.
Do I have to stay?
Some tenderness maybe?
Passion can wait.
I keep saying it, Mrs. Woestewey.
And now that increased pressure
on both insteps.
The risk is increasing considerably.
You must do as prescribed.
And now breath in.
-I know. Is Mummy home?
-She's with the doctor.
May I wait for her?
You've got a whole family here.
Who gives you the dolls?
-Daddy. He travels a lot.
-Yes, I know.
-And Mummy gets flowers.
-Also from him?
She says they are,
but I don't believe her.
I think they must've cost a fortune.
I don't know about things like that.
But you're certainly spoiled.
What do you look like?
Would you like a drink?
Yes, of course.
-You look radiant.
-That's what the doctor said just now.
-Yes. Sorry for just dropping in.
I've come to say Axel has had to go
to Luxembourg unexpectedly.
-He'll be home the day after tomorrow.
-The reason he's gone…
Is of no interest to me.
I'd much rather you had the dinner.
-Is something wrong?
-I'm just looking.
I'm pleased you're here.
D'you want some?
Do you feel death approaching?
What about those wild stories
about shady places
full of bones and ivory
that you go to at the end?
Or do you just die messily
like everyone else?
Won't you help me, princess?
Lift your foot up
and put it on my head.
That's easy for you to do.
No one would blame you.
Do it. Do it.
You're just a stupid elephant.
-I'd heard you don't eat anymore.
-I do tonight.
-It's wonderful to look at.
-Look as much as you like.
-You've received some beautiful flowers.
Ansje said they're from Axel.
Why aren't you married?
The woman I love is unobtainable.
Who is it? Do I know her?
It's you, of course.
Who else could it be?
You know I'm about to explode.
Even drinking water makes me fat.
Then there's more and more to love.
Axel thinks you're a genius.
I'm just a sales rep for dreams.
Sometimes I'd like to be there.
I hear the most exciting stories.
Come to the annual celebration.
Promise me you'll come.
No, this body's
never going out again. Never.
Hasn't been out for two years.
And won't go out tonight.
Erika's giving a concert in Brussels.
-My sister. A better-looking edition.
Thin people can be ugly.
You're chubby and beautiful.
And the doctor says,
"Madam, you'll have a heart attack."
You'll live to be very old.
You'll outlive us all.
-You'll become a merry widow.
-Your favourite food.
-No, thank you.
-Or maybe just an ossobuco.
-No. Why were you late?
Why do I see so little of you?
-You've been drinking.
With someone of sizeable importance.
-A lady, if you must know.
-She's no longer a lady.
-She's still my sister.
Worse. She's still my wife.
There's dirt on your trousers.
Where have you been?
I've arranged it so that
I can stay with you this evening.
And all night, if you want. Great, eh?
You're beautiful, believe me.
I'm so pleased to see you.
I've been waiting for this for days.
I like talking to you.
I can only be myself with you.
I can tell you things
I've never told anyone.
It's only here, with you,
that I don't want to lie.
Who did you have a drink with?
-Who was it?
-You wouldn't believe me.
-It was an elephant.
A real, big, fat elephant.
-That was my foot.
-And that's my shou…
-I'll do it.
-Out, I said.
-That's my shoulder. And my chin.
-I'll really do it.
I'll really jump. I'll jump.
Erika, come on.
Open the door.
You can have the rest another time.
You don't mean that.
Erika, come on, open the door.
Come on, open the door. Erika.
One day I'll take you with me.
Jury, you've heard the closing speech
of the counsel for the prosecution.
Jan Hulsthout, 34, is accused
of having killed his friend
and employer, Romain de Burghraeve,
by placing explosives in his car
after he'd been caught by the victim
with Blanche de Burghraeve,
Now it's the turn of the defence.
Bring in the accused.
-Stay calm. Don't react.
ladies and gentlemen of the jury.
It is all too easy
to, as the counsel
for the prosecution did,
base our opinion solely
on what we know about
the accused's past. The fact…
-Why is Mena on de jury?
Something's got to be done.
…how weak his case is.
The accused has never denied…
that he had an affair
with the victim's wife. On the contrary.
He told us,
and we all found it very moving,
what that affair meant
to the two of them.
A chance of happiness,
the end to loneliness
and, in the case of Blanche,
an end to humiliation
by a husband who treated her like dirt.
Who cheated on her without
any respect for her dignity as a woman.
My client's past is not unblemished,
I readily admit.
Let's say he never had any full
or satisfying contact with women.
He wasn't physically impotent,
but he couldn't
get past his frustrations.
underwent a transformation
when he met Blanche.
who suddenly discovered happiness.
Violence seemed to them the only
way out. That was wrong, of course.
I don't deny that, but they wanted
to make Romain de Burghraeve pay
for the suffering he'd caused his wife
all those years.
We were dealing here with two people
who saw their path to happiness cut off.
I ask you to be lenient.
I hardly dare ask you to acquit him.
may have been capable of a murder,
but he's not a murderer.
I have confidence in you. I thank you.
Has the accused got anything to add?
I declare the proceedings closed.
Jury, here are the two questions
you have to answer.
Is Mr. Hulsthout guilty…
…you must answer
in good conscience.
-I didn't see you come in.
-I was late.
-I'm just interested.
-Yes, I understand.
-He's starting to get impatient.
-How nice to see you.
-It looks fantastic.
-It's the 112th time.
I'm now totally convinced.
But I can't promise you anything yet.
Then I can't do anything about
the compulsory purchase for the moment.
The chairman of the jury may speak.
The jury's answer to the first question
Jan Hulsthout is found innocent.
He can leave this court a free man.
What was it like last night?
-She was great. I was fantastic.
-Who was it?
You don't know her.
And she's indescribable.
She can fuck in seven languages.
-You haven't been here for 3 years.
-You know I'm really busy.
I've got to go to Amsterdam tonight.
I haven't much time. Are you alone?
-Axel is away on business, as they say.
You're well informed.
-Take a seat.
-What's in there, Aunt Erika?
A present for your daddy.
Three years. All but a week.
-Thanks for that detail.
It may be him.
No, she's not home.
-I want you to talk to Axel.
And what will you do now?
Maybe I should start going out again.
And two extra charges
for the main attraction.
For one explosion.
Remote controlled, of course.
A colleague will do that.
I'll explain it to him.
You should stand here on the stage.
-For the speech?
-There needs to be some space.
And the image as a whole is important.
The procession showing
what we can offer must be clear.
-Don't forget the fireworks.
-They've been ordered.
You think of everything.
I've worked out a routine with Mira.
The elephant appears all decked out
on the grass
while you talk about
how far we go with our therapy.
What do we do with our old colonial?
He goes mad
when he sees an elephant.
We'll keep him out of the way.
I'll think of something.
Everyone on time next time
or I'll complain to the commissioner.
Everyone must do their job correctly.
I've been waiting ten minutes.
I won't stand for it.
I think they're going too far.
You can't complain.
Yes, I know.
Not so much noise.
He must be around here.
Madame Butterfly Saturday.
I'm not ready with Tosca yet.
Will you be quiet, Grete?
Brilliant shot, even if I say so myself.
With the money I make from the ivory
I'm off to the whores. For a month.
Look at those feet.
Did you know that the pressure exerted
by an elephant's foot is 675 kilos?
It's 710. I've worked it out.
She did it perfectly again.
The queen of the ball will be
Mira with her big head.
One big bang
and Our Lord is dead.
-Are you feeling OK?
-Sometimes I'm a poet.
I'm seriously worried about him.
Something's going to go wrong.
-Smells better than a cunt, or not?
-What did you say?
-You heard me.
-They keep coming, eh?
May I know
who the generous donor is?
None of your business.
You're so huge I don't mind sharing.
I could do without you.
If that's what makes you happy,
then stay fat. But shut up.
-I didn't say anything.
-It's always the same old song.
Even our arguments send me to sleep.
I've done my best to let you grow fat in
the most comfortable of circumstances.
-I've even changed my ideals for you.
-I will get even fatter.
Then I'll give you an even wider mirror.
-You've been drinking.
You look like someone who's dead
and won't admit it.
It's not your glands making you fat,
it's your ego.
Am I supposed to be aroused
by that mountain of fat?
Carry on reading.
I'm in the shade anyway.
-When did this happen?
He didn't turn up for breakfast.
We immediately went to look for him.
It was to be expected.
I did all I could for him.
His departure is arranged.
DATE: AUGUST 23, 1986
PRESENTED: END OF THERAPY
Mr. Clement Vertriest has decided
to leave our establishment.
We regret this,
but we wish him all the best.
He sends his regards to all of you.
His place will be filled
as soon as possible.
And the first candidate
who may be considered,
is Minister of State,
professor Theo Haegeman.
Mr. Haegeman is 88
and after a well-filled political career
his aspirations are, among other things,
in the area of dance.
-Will they do an autopsy?
-Nothing must get out about this.
He was old enough.
DATE: AUGUST 27, 1986
SUBJECT: THEO HAEGEMAN
MINISTER OF STATE
BORN: APRIL 29, 1898
You've heard of him!
He always reminded me of Fred Astaire.
Defence, if I'm not mistaken.
-He seems to have been reborn.
-The approach is important.
If you want to speak to Axel,
you'll have to wait.
Mrs. Muller, it's getting late.
First the mosquitoes and now this.
-I'm going to complain.
-I'll see to it.
-Every night it's the same.
I'm fed up with that screeching.
I've had enough of Puccini.
If it were Wagner,
but no, it's 'Sur La Mer'.
This doesn't happen very often anymore.
All the details of the plan
have been worked out.
I know what I want.
This is the secretariat
of Axel Woestewey.
Mr. Woestewey is expecting you
Saturday for the annual celebration.
Not at all.
You're more than welcome.
You're heavy enough.
The mechanism works perfectly.
The weight just has to come down
exactly on the right spot.
Your name is definitely on the list.
Erika, Mrs. Erika Benz.
Mrs. Woestewey? She never comes here.
The agreed word is reached in the
speech and the orchestra starts up.
You then set off in time with the music.
The path is marked out
and the system built in correctly.
Your weight alone
will cause the explosion…
that will blow Axel to pieces.
-A nice evening.
-I can't hear you very well.
-The connection is bad this morning.
-I miss you.
Saturday? Yes, it's definite.
Everyone will be there.
-You're definitely coming?
-Flight number 301.
Arriving half past eight.
Two more days to go.
I don't understand.
For months you hear nothing.
No meeting, no letters, no phone calls.
-And then this. Had you heard anything?
-Not a thing. Me? No.
Semper Vivax, good morning.
I was just thinking of you, yes.
That's very difficult. Invitation? When?
Then it must be.
No, fine. Yes, we'll see tomorrow.
Yes, Alexandra. What have you…
I'm going to install the detonator
for the fireworks.
Good morning, who's speaking?
Sylvia, I think.
No, the voice. Just the voice.
An invitation for tomorrow? Yes, but…
No, no, come.
But there will be a lot of people here.
Yes, we'll arrange that tomorrow.
Look, I can't… Hello.
Till tomorrow, then.
No, Chantal. I'm pleased you called.
Tomorrow. I can no longer follow.
Who have you invited?
-You wanted a unique party.
-You know what I meant.
-I've invited a few of your girlfriends.
-They thanked me.
I expect a huge turnout. Alexandra,
Isabelle and Chantal are coming.
-I realised that.
Patricia, Sylvia, Suzanne, Tia, Nina,
Christel, Miep, Veerle, Giselle, Ilse,
Annemie, Dolores and Erika.
I don't get it.
Your floor gymnastics with
Patricia Haegeman were the last straw.
-Or don't you agree?
-I hadn't heard you.
Then you'd better listen.
In recent months I've been
keeping letters back now and then.
-About the compulsory purchase.
I don't understand.
Or maybe I do.
-I've got a different sense of humour.
I'll tell you why I did it.
Out of concern.
Love is overdoing it.
The truth is that you can't cope
with this crazy game anymore.
With every little incident
you reach for the bottle.
I wanted to spare you.
I'd rather see you carefree
than drinking yourself to destruction.
It's gradually becoming too much,
even for me.
I can't help it.
I assume this means I'm fired.
I can't do without you.
You can't do without your belt, either.
See you tomorrow.
It's the same every night.
-Don't look for excuses.
-What did you say?
You don't smell of the gutter tonight.
Something awful must've happened.
First I thought, maybe he's got cancer.
-But now I know what it is.
-You don't know anything.
I read the newspapers.
They've been clever.
is slipping out of my hands.
I fear the worst.
-What will Axel Woestewey do now?
-I wish I knew.
We've got one more chance.
-Something has to happen tomorrow.
I've never been so scared.
You haven't lost your toy yet.
You're always able to persuade people.
Anyway, I'll be there.
-I'm still coming.
-A manager takes his wife.
While you persuade the VIPs,
I'll take care of the ladies.
-I forbid it.
-Who's going to stop me?
Do it for me.
-I beg you.
-I'd do anything for you, but not that.
I'm going out.
Me, as matron of honour,
number one in years and weight.
I've ordered a new dress.
In pale blue and lilac.
What are you wearing tomorrow?
You're checked suit perhaps.
That's just been returned.
Shall I wear a hat?
-I've got something with me.
-There's enough drink.
-A small side-show.
-I promised you.
-Right, here we are then.
Glad you could come.
I'd like to introduce you to my wife.
And this is my deputy.
You've seen him in the courtroom.
-The thyroid, I think.
-I've got to do something about that.
-Don't look immediately.
-I thought you didn't drink.
-You think too much.
You're keeping your guests waiting.
-Do you know those women?
-Nice cut. New, I assume?
-I'm so pleased you're here.
And I'm obviously not the only one.
-You still look just as young.
-People speak highly of you.
Is that your fiancée?
The turnout is satisfactory. Excuse me.
I hadn't expected you.
-I phoned you.
-I tried to get hold of you.
-I'm here. What did you think?
-I wanted to say it'd be better if…
-What do you mean? You invited me.
-Thank you for the flowers.
-You look fantastic.
-Shall we start?
Excuse me. Tell me then.
First Koekelkoorn will speak, then you.
You know when I'll let Mira loose.
I've marked it. Has the colonial gone?
This is what we've done…
-I mean everything that's in it.
-That's why we chose you.
Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of
all the residents of Semper Vivax
one of our oldest friends,
will welcome you with a few words.
I don't know…
He's getting old.
I don't know approximately
how many people are present.
-But that isn't important.
-Stop, you're already drunk.
That's what you think. Take a look
at yourself. I can easily outdrink you.
You're going too far.
Don't create a scene.
…sincere thanks to those…
-How many glasses have you had?
-I haven't counted.
I'm counting something else.
They say, that dreams are
-Which do you sleep with?
Here, the opposite is true.
-Which of the tarts here do you fuck?
No doubt you invited that pink ferret.
And her with the harelip,
you've had it off with her, too.
And I'm sure about those two.
You can see they're wet.
Sorry, I wasn't talking about you.
…making this unique project happen
day after day,
hour after hour, minute by minute.
It is only a shame that some choose
-to go back out into the big wide world.
-What's he saying?
…cast no shadow on the festive
atmosphere of which you are part.
And which I wish everyone
from the bottom of my heart. Thank you.
Am I staying here?
-I think that's best.
-What had you in mind?
-Standing next to you.
Your Worship the Mayor.
Ladies and gentlemen,
members of the board, my dear friends.
-What can we call a day like this?
-A whisky, please.
A special name should be thought up,
because festival is too commonplace.
Anniversary is not entirely correct
and commemoration day is too solemn.
The occasion we are celebrating once
again today is a mixture of them all.
Clam down, Mira.
This is work that takes years.
-I didn't see you.
I understand. I don't attract attention.
This work is in the hands
of very competent people.
I thought you never went out.
I was invited to come, just like you.
I've come to listen to my darling
husband. It's wonderful how he talks.
-We know what we need to do.
-And I'm going to tell him.
-Now, right away.
-Ouch. What are you doing?
And the results are also… unique.
-Let go. Ouch, you're hurting me.
All this is now being threatened
by greed and materialism.
A singing act, maybe?
Aïda and Amneris,
act two, scene one.
A disastrous plan,
ladies and gentlemen. I hope
that everyone will resist it
in every possible way.
-What are you up to?
-You said I was the hostess,
and you haven't even introduced me
to your herd of whores.
Transfer of power.
-I want to sing a song.
-Turn it off.
Ladies and gentlemen,
-Not yet, Mira.
-You probably know this creature.
That man there, Axel, is my husband.
Let me introduce his legal wife.
I haven't finished yet.
This is truly a wonderful celebration
with lots of very respectable
and lots more beautiful women.
They were invited by my husband.
They are queens of the night.
The wet dream
and the ideal of Axel Woestewey.
Dear VIPs and the whole caboodle,
I propose a toast
to the man who's just disappeared.
He was much loved by us all,
we will always remember him.
So let us all raise our glasses.
No. Mira, no. Stop.
-All I can say is cheers!
There. Stop here.
-She's dead, she's dying.
-We'll have to put her down.
She's really dying.
Your Worship the Mayor,
could this be an attack?
I can't say anything about that.
The investigation will reveal more.
Is there anything
that points in that direction?
This is what I wish for in the New Year.
And like the grown-ups,
I wish you lots of happy times to come.
My speech is gone.
My speech is gone.
Do you want to report it?
I knew it by heart.
I'll keep you up to date on how it's
going. We'll see each other tomorrow.
-My daughter. Does she know?
-She needs a new mother.
Are you coming?
JUMPING OUT THE WINDOW
SHOULD BE REGARDED AS POINTLESS
Subtitle translation by: Christine Le Piez