To New Shores (1937) Movie Script

TO NEW SHORES

Based on the novel

"Zu neuen Ufern" by Lovis H. Lorenz

Left side, Pudding, left side!

If you keep playing that slow,

this game will never end.

Ah... missed again!

Go mark your points.

I told you, left side!

I thought you wanted

to trick me again.

Dear Pudding, you will never

become a gentleman.

Stop calling me Pudding

all the time!

Funny how do your Sixes...

from the bottom up?

- I think it's elegant.

- Elegant?

Lord Wilson does them

in the same manner.

Bravo! After all, one day

you will be man of culture!

Excellent. You come off

with the most audacious moves.

I have the feeling, I'm about

to win a fortune from you today.

This is my last game.

Too much bad luck today.

But, my dear pudding, I cannot

quit the game when I'm winning!

But I can, when I'm losing.

So my whole education is useless!

- I'm no millionaire.

- But your father.

He sells his cheese

far too expensive anyway!

My father does not trade with cheese

on a small, but on a grand scale!

But with cheese!

Give me the chalk!

I may not be

the son of Lord Pembrook,

even so, the Wells are very

honorable people, hard-working

- and economizing,

- ...cheese-paring!

and so acquired a fortune!

And you, my dear Pudding, squander it

with dubious aristocrats like me.

A state that tolerates

that kind of things is doomed!

Not only in nobility circles

one encounters these immoral excesses,

no, even the sons

of England's middle classes

are infected by

that spirit of immorality!

Facts!

Evidence!

Evidence?

Just one example,

of what is tolerated

in the year of the Lord 1846:

At the Adelphi Theatre

a singer is performing,

her name is... what's her name...

Gloria Vane!

Not only does she sing

the most impudent songs,

no, she's also dressed with...

With what?

My tongue almost

refuses to pronounce it:

Almost nothing!

- Where's she performing?

- Adelphi Theatre!

And the future of our families,

the young men who one day want

to be called the pride of England,

it's not that they would

hiss and boo that harlot,

no, they applaud her!

They cheer her!

They call me Miss Vane,

the famous, the well-known, yes, Sir!

The not very popular

with aunts and uncles, no, Sir!

They fear that I might meet

their sheltered nephews

in a gambling casino

or a canopy bed,

that I could seduce them

with a thousand tricks,

into something that they

might not know yet, yes, Sir!

That's how I am all over,

and that's how I will stay. Yes, Sir!

Really... outrageous!

A swamp!

Scandal!

Now what do you want,

down there?

I say this is a scandal,

up there!

A swamp!

- Go on!

- Don't bother about them!

Rubbish! It's great!

Intolerable!

Now what exactly

do you dislike, my dear?

What I don't like...

this is a shamelessness, a...

Swamp!

No one invited you.

We would do very well without you.

Bravo Albert!

Well said!

Bravo! Go on!

Florist! A bouquet

of camellias for Miss Vane!

But my dear Pudding,

camellias are out of fashion!

Only pale lilac heliotropes

come into question this season.

- Helio...

- ...tropes.

Do you know what this is,

up there? A crime!

There's only one crime,

and that is Ignorance,

and only one virtue: Beauty.

Who are you, anyway?

The author of this little ditty

that you find so offensive.

That's just like you!

Thank God! If it were like you,

it would certainly be awful!

Let's go!

This is a...

Swamp.

Madam - I lay the admiration

of the whole audience at your feet.

Second verse, please.

Just as I stand here,

that's how I am - yes Sir!

My beauty is not given

for nothing to me - no, Sir!

The thousands of rumoured

risque little tales,

the quietly whispered amorous stories

are imputed to me only partially,

for even a bad reputation obliges!

Yes, Sir!

That's how I am all over,

and that's how I will stay. Yes, Sir!

Scandalous!

She wears almost nothing!

Swamp!

Opera glasses, Sir?

And when I once must end

my earthly guest appearance, yes, Sir...

Thou shalt not turn away

from me indifferently, no, Sir!

I have loved,

and I have kissed,

because that is

what love was invented for,

just as all here do it

for thousands of years,

it's just that, for God's sake,

no one must get to know it - no, Sir!

Excuse me - just a moment,

Mr Finsbury!

We have heard you want to leave

our beautiful England?

Yes, much to our regret!

Gentlemen, what's keeping me here?

What's... you seem to forget

that you still have some debts to us.

Only 615 pounds, altogether.

Well... I will transfer it

to you from Australia.

A moment.

Couldn't you settle this little

trifle before your departure?

Otherwise, the whole voyage

could possibly be endangered.

Come to the ship tomorrow...

then you will get your money.

Well - hopefully.

After the show you all come to me

- to celebrate Albert's farewell!

- Of course, darling!

So children, come in!

Make yourself at home.

Ah, it's nice here!

Take off your coats, chop-chop, quick!

The rum bowl to the fire,

no thank you, I'll do it myself.

Have you got that sugar loaf?

Mademoiselle, please take the pillow.

Nicely soft, Violet, isn't it?

How should I know?

We're going to brew

a brandy punch.

Always one thing at a time, Sir!

Now what to say of Albert, going

to Australia, to the colonies...

The most elegant man in London...

I don't understand it!

What don't you understand?

Ah, there you are!

I mean, that you will leave us,

and that you allow this, Madam.

By the way, you were

once again magnificent tonight.

"They call me Miss Vane, the famous,

the well-known, yes Sir!"

Oh, sorry, of course I can't

do it as good as you.

Pudding, I have to talk

to you for a moment, alone.

Yes... Jimmy, don't forget

the sugar loaf, we're...

What is it?

Do you know what Gloria just said?

We're an entirely corrupt society.

The English society, my dear Gloria,

resembles a haunch of venison.

It is only relishable

if it has a small haut gout.

Now don't be so difficult.

If I cannot pay my debts,

they will not let me go.

Then my future is ruined.

I don't have that much with me.

Of course not. But there's cheques.

You've got credit.

All right. How much?

615 pounds.

Should be a bagatelle for you.

That's pretty!

Here you are!

Thank you.

What's that supposed to mean?

That's just 15 pounds!

Now you should have seen

your startled face!

Stop the silliness.

Add a 6 and it's all right.

Oh, how the great Albert

suddenly can ask so nicely!

First you have to tell me what you

need the money for. A girl, huh?

Bloody hell, what's that to you?

It's a mystery to me anyway

why you never have money.

Because my father

does not sell cheese!

Enough now!

Here are 15 pounds -

you won't get one more penny!

Not a penny!

Bobby!

Is it ready?

Come, let me do it. Good.

Now it's burning...

Put out the lights!

That's good.

Yes, that's good, Jack.

All quiet now!

Only those who really love

are always waiting...

You've still not come?

How the raindrops

disperse on the sleeves...

I'm standing in the rain

waiting for you

... for you.

Everywhere I'm going

I'm waiting for you

...always just you!

The hands of the church tower clock

slowly move further along.

Oh, what's keeping you?

Where is Albert?

But, Albert -

what are you doing here?

Oh, I suddenly became so scared.

What, scared?

You... you shouldn't

leave me alone.

But Glory, it has to be.

The ship will leave tomorrow.

But why don't you

take me with you?

But Glory, one does not take a woman

along into an uncertain destiny!

I thought we would love each other.

And lovers should be together.

Even more in hard times.

- You...

- Albert!

- David, everybody has a glass?

- But where's Albert?

Albert, let's drink

to your health!

Cheers, Albert!

Cheers!

Don't fall in love

with a negro woman!

Come back! See you again!

So this will be my last impression

of England: a chilly morning and rain.

How cold your hands are.

What, tears?

No... just raindrops...

You're a damn tough girl, Glory.

But, look, here in my pocket

is my commission as an officer

in Her Majesty's

New South Wales regiment!

This is the beginning

of something new.

Really, Albert?

Really. In a year I'll get you,

if it just goes well a bit, I swear.

One may only swear, Albert,

if one is really serious.

But you are serious, yes?

But we both belong together, Glory.

Will you always stand by me?

Always, Albert... I love you!

And will you wait for me?

Always, Albert.

Shhh, kids, look at that funny guy

in the loge down there!

Attention:

one, two, three...

Stop it - that's my father.

Father, you, here,

at the Adelphi?

Yes, it's the only place

one can be sure to find you!

Follow me outside.

I have to talk to you.

Heh, Pudding's face

is red as a raspberry!

Now there's someone cheesed off!

Wait - wait a minute...

That's it! Enough,

or I'll put you into office!

- But Dad...

- You're a wastrel!

I brought the things with me, here,

it's unbelievable!

Here: 35 pounds,

90 pounds, 28 pounds,

and here, 615 pounds!

But I did not write this -

I do my Sixes from the bottom up!

As Lord Wilson does.

What a meanness of Albert.

Albert... ah!?

Is that your fabulous Mr Finsbury?

No... I mean, yes... but...

Your call, Miss Vane!

Oh, David?

There's something going on

against Albert. Intricate matter...

Forged documents or something.

The old Wells...

Hurry, your scene!

Later, in my dressing room.

Gloria, you?

Oh, Bobby...

I've come because of a very...

unpleasant story.

David has told me about

the bank case against Albert.

Yes, it was quite stupid of Albert

to change my 15 pounds to 615.

You know, I always do the Sixes

from the bottom up and...

My dad was so angry!

But one just does not

forge bank statements.

"Forge"... What a nasty word...

for a female improvidence! - Eh?

- Yes. I did paint a 6 before the 15.

- What, you, and not Albert?

Yes, me. My God...

please understand, Bobby,

the new play, the many costumes, and

if a woman wants to remain reputable...

- Did your father already take action?

- Well, I don't know...

- You must immediately go to him.

- I should tell him that you...?

Of course not my name,

under any circumstances!

Just tell him it's some lady among

your friends, and not Albert. - But...

- But your father is a gentleman!

- You think so?

He cannot expose a lady.

- I'm a gentleman, Dad!

- Ah!?

I cannot expose a lady.

Never!

I see! This gets better and better!

Now there's even one of your

disorderly females behind it.

- I demand that you tell me her name!

- That's impossible.

In any case, it wasn't Albert,

and a gentleman...

Spare me your endless "gentleman".

Well, then I simply file a charge

against this fine Mr Finsbury.

But I tell you,

it wasn't Albert, but...

But...? Well? Now you

will tell me the name, or...

Okay, but give me your word of honour

that you won't turn her in - she's a lady.

You have to understand, Dad...

the new play and the many costumes,

and if a woman wants

to remain reputable...

and so Gloria painted

a 6 before the 15... that's all.

Gloria?... Aaah!

Is this the person I saw

in the theater yesterday?

You gave me your word of honour, Dad!

Nonsense! I gave my

word of honour for a lady!

This female is not a lady!

On the contrary!

The nation will be grateful,

when I get that one into prison!

In Paramatta's purgatory

many a poor sinner had to burn,

and returns as a new virgin

later then to Eng-e-land.

There finally has to made an example!

Against this barefaced immorality

that undermines

the foundation of our state

finally a barrier has to be erected!

Gentlemen, judges and jury members

of the high court,

if London shall escape

the bitter fate of Babylon,

of Sodom, of Gomorrah,

then do not let yourself

be moved by that courtesan!

You have all the evidence

against this woman.

You have seen a tragic example

of how she ruins the sons

of our most respectable citizens -

spiritually, morally and financially.

Financially.

This is the only question here.

Only this we have to judge.

Did the accused forge the cheque,

or not?

My God...

Defendant!

You declared to Mr. Wells Jr.

that you have done it.

Mr Wells, is that right?

It was like that: I always do

the Sixes from bottom up.

And this time - of course I do not want

to get Miss Vane into trouble...

Did she admit it or not?

Yes. That is, eh...

I told him that

I did it, that's true.

But it was a lie.

So you revoke your confession?

Yes.

This is an outrage!

Defendant Gloria Vane, then

there is only one possibility:

You know the real culprit

and tried to cover him.

Indeed, in connection with your case

the name of a highly respectable

personality did emerge,

an officer in Her Majesty's

regiment of New South Wales.

My God! What's he saying?

We can not assume

that such a personality

should have violated

the law in such a grave way.

Or should we?

So you do admit,

that Albert Finsbury...

No!

No...

I did it!

I...

That will do.

Paramatta

your torments were

the bitter fate for many.

Yes, you have pay for everything,

that you did not consider afore.

The accused is sentenced

to seven years of

deportation to Paramatta.

- To Australia.

- Paramatta?

The prison of Sydney!

Paramatta... that's purgatory!

...may it forever spare you

Paramatta's trail of pains!

Paramatta brooms!

Gosh! Sounds really

not bad, that singing.

Do they carry their chains

even in the church?

Of course. They made running away as

hard as possible, even if it's just women.

The guy at the door is

loaded with live ammunition.

Yea... looks just like

he can't wait to open fire.

I've already taken away the horse.

So then, go to work!

The wool doesn't unload itself alone!

Boss - listen, how the good girls

of Paramatta sing chorales.

If I wasn't such

a damned woman-hater,

I should say, not bad at all!

Yes - in prison they

spoonfeed them with piety!

Tell me - how's it about the bay?

No, I already sold it to a Captain

Finsbury - he's quite new here.

I know him. He resorts a lot

in the governor's house.

Ah... very charming, Governor!

You draw really well.

Wouldn't you now show us

your other portfolio, Mary?

- No no. Not that.

- But why not?

Oh, a secret?

Ah - so something like that.

Charming girl,

the governor's daughter.

Yes... but don't take pains,

I bet Finsbury will win the race.

Please go quietly into the house,

I'll be right there.

Very nice man,

this Captain Finsbury.

Yes, my daughter

also has a foible for him.

Well, it seems!

But now I'm really curious.

Ah, the other portfolio!

May I take a look into it?

He's the son of Lord Pembrook -

excellent family. But destitute.

He has behaved excellent in the three

quarters years, since he is here.

Mrs Simpson with her lorgnon!

Also very well done!

You make quite fun of your

unsuspecting fellow men!

I just find my unsuspecting

fellow men terribly funny.

And here's the adjutant

of your father!

But now it occurs to me -

I haven't seen myself.

No. You're not in it.

And when will you

make a caricature of me?

Never.

Do you love me?

Keep moving!

Paramatta brooms!

That one does not look

like a criminal.

Ah... the tall one?

Paramatta brooms?

What - Paramatta brooms?

Do they make them in prison?

6 pence apiece.

- What? 6 pence?

- Come on!

I'd rather buy an honest broom.

Ah, broom remains broom

and woman remains woman!

I'd like to know, how many women

deserved to be in Paramatta,

if you could see behind the curtains.

Isn't it, old friend?

Well, Fanny, I'll go now.

You're too dangerous for me.

- Dangerous?

- Yes...

I am a tiny little bit

enamoured of you.

Unfortunately, you're enamoured

of all women a tiny little bit!

Oh, already in London,

I've been told.

Oh, London...

that's like in a very distant fog.

Yes, that's how London is. But it's

considerably nicer there than here!

At that time I decided

to become a better person!

I don't want you to be better, Albert.

I think you're wonderful.

But, Fanny, if your husband

would sees us...

- What do you mean?

- He might misunderstand us.

- You don't say that because of

my husband, but... - But...?

but because of this silly...

silly goose!

What goose?

Of course,

you don't know of nothing!

Ah! You mean the governor's daughter!

But that's a charming girl.

No fervour.

Some women know how to hide their

fervour until after the wedding.

Wedding? What do you mean?

Oh dear! My husband.

With my patients you can

experience all sorts of things.

- Captain! Haven't seen you for a while!

- Hello Doctor!

Excuse me, Fanny, for being late,

but I've met Henry on the way.

By the way, do you know

my nephew, Henry Hoyer?

Yes, I think so. Haven't you sold me

a horse last spring?

And how do you like the fox,

Captain Finsbury?

Thank you. I'm content.

May I excuse myself?

But... don't you want

to stay a little longer?

Unfortunately, I have to go home.

Too bad.

Thank God we don't have to work

in the damn machine hall today.

Basket-weaving is downright like rest.

He should have received

the letter by now, right?

No demand!

A letter for Captain Finsbury.

May I deliver only personally.

I have a deep yearning in me

for you... for you!

A gentle fairy tale

softly whispers in me

of you... of you!

The sky is grey

and my heart is so tired

and no star of hope

shines here for me

And I know only one thing,

I love you so much,

and I'm yearning,

I'm yearning for you...

Thank you.

- Does Captain have a wish?

- No, thanks..

Paramatta brooms!

I am sentenced

to seven years in Paramatta.

YOU are my only hope.

You may come in.

Madam, I'm here because of a

somewhat delicate matter. - Please.

I'm stationed here in Sydney,

away from London for not very long,

and I recently received a letter

from a London friend.

Every six months he sends a letter

to me here in my exile,

about the most interesting

events in society, and...

Yes?

Well, last time he wrote

he asked me to enquire about someone.

Among your convicts is said to be...

a story which, as you can imagine, has

attracted considerable attention in London

...is said to be a formerly

rather well-known actress.

A certain...

now where's that letter

from my friend... a certain...

Gloria Vane. Yes, she's here.

So it's true...

Do you want something from her?

Pardon? No no, I myself do not.

Only my friend. I've already said.

He now would be

very interested to hear...

God, you can imagine, this was a sensation,

glamour and gloom of a famous actress...

If I remember correctly, she was

a woman with a great name.

Possible.

Here she's No. 218.

And how long has she still

have to stay in Parramatta?

Until her sentence is served...

or until someone marries her.

Marry?

To increase the population figure in

the English colonies of New South Wales

Her Majesty has decreed

that the deported convicts

are allowed to marry and leave the

institution in case of good behaviour.

Oh yes, I know.

So there's the prospect

that the woman

your friend is asking about

can leave the prison

in this way soon.

Anything else?

No. I'm much obliged to you.

Oh, and may I ask

what the convict has done?

Unfortunately, I cannot give you

any information about that.

You want to talk to the prisoner?

Then please fill in the form:

Reason for the visit,

name and occupation.

No, thank you... I already said,

I don't even know the woman.

Apart from that,

she is healthy and is doing well,

as far as a woman in Paramatta can.

Nelly! Do you really think

he will get the letter?

You can rely on the broom man.

Who's there talking?

Do I get no answer?

Who's been talking,

I want to know!

Me... Madam.

You're in Paramatta long enough

to know what that means.

I started talking to Nellie, Madam.

Two lines in the behaviour book mean

revocation of the marriage permission

until the end the penalty period.

That's 7 years Paramatta for you.

Es war nur, Frau Vorsteherin,

Mrs Warden, it was only...

Margaret, over at the hospital,

she soon gets a child...

and so I just said that when

it happens, I would like to help,

because I have so skilled fingers.

Yes, the skilled fingers

that brought you here into prison.

But Nelly only asked...

Really? Well then.

Go on working!

Well, my little?

Captain Finsbury has picked them

for you in the garden, isn't it?

Yes. If you allow...

How charming. Thank you!

I will put them right into the water.

Don't you want to try

one of these too?

They are now also fabricated

by the women in Paramatta.

Thank you obediently, Excellency.

When one considers what hands

might have made these cigars...

What hands?

Excuse me...!

Well, I hope you're not so dainty!

Thank you.

These women are human beings too!

No, Excellency did misunderstand me.

Tastes excellent, by the way.

I just thought of something

I've overheard.

Parramatta is said to be home to

a very illustrious guest recently.

A once-celebrated actress from London -

I once saw her at the Adelphi Theater...

- Your Excellency, on this occasion...

- Yes?

I had actually intended to appeal

to Your Excellency's kind heart

whether she couldn't be let off the rest

of the sentence in an act of grace.

This is a very human thought of you,

my dear Finsbury, very chivalrous...

But if I may give you some advice:

keep your hands off such things.

Incidentally, I can't do

anything for her.

Law is law, and the prisoners

must serve their sentences.

Excellency...

Besides, I wanted to talk to you

about something else, my dear Finsbury.

Please, Your Excellency!

I've decided to make you my personal

adjutant, instead of the retiring Burns,

with the appointment to major.

I congratulate you.

I express my most obedient

thanks to Your Excellence.

Oh, don't mention it,

you deserve it.

And Excellence believes that

nothing can be done for this woman?

Which woman? Oh, you're still

with this person from Paramatta?

Yes, there's one possibility:

if you marry her!

But one can still imagine

something better for you, isn't it?

Excellency...!

Albert! I love you so much!

Earlier I've told father,

that we... want to get married.

Kitty, where are you!

Magnus, help me.

She won't let go of my wool.

You terrible beast! Look, what

a terrible vampire you are, just look!

Ah, it's so hot! A terrible country.

Not a drop of rain for three weeks!

Well, well! Captain Finsbury has

been appointed adjutant of the governor.

Yes, I know!

Really? How do you know?

Kitty, now it's really enough!

Go away!

He himself told me recently.

- Magnus, do you want a piece of ice?

- No, thanks.

I... met him accidentally.

Really? Where?

In front of his house.

Fanny, I remember that I told you

only a few days ago...

Yes yes I know - you don't like

to see me meeting with him.

The only cultivated person

in this terrible Sydney.

How can someone just be

so jealous, at that heat?

Jealous? I'm not jealous.

Oh no no, you're not jealous!

I just want to save you

from a disappointment.

I think Captain Finsbury is a man

who will never disappoint a woman.

You think so?

I think that in the end he

must disappoint every real woman.

Mrs Simpson said that the

new uniform suits you marvellously,

and that you're the most elegant

officer in all of Sydney.

And Mrs Simpson knows all

about it, and so all say!

Really?

So goodbye.

Albert!

Why are you always so boring

lately, and so correct?

We're engaged now.

But not officially, Mary.

But all know it!

What's the matter with you?

Me? Nothing! But as you know,

the duty, the new position...

So please excuse me,

I'm busy. Goodbye.

Hello! Major Finsbury!

Doctor!

Good to meet you here. Had to talk

to you anyway - Major Finsbury.

I beg your pardon?

My wife was with you in your

apartment yesterday afternoon.

Oh, she told you?

Well, she claims to have

met you outside your apartment.

Indeed, yes.

But women usually

only tell half the story.

Be that as it may.

Fanny is still a child

and children cannot be

held responsible, I think.

But you, you're a man,

Major Finsbury.

What are you trying

to say, Doctor?

By the way, men are more children

than women, generally speaking.

In any case, I would like to ask you

to take a little less care of my wife.

For there are husbands who have

no sense of humour on this subject,

Major Finsbury...

generally speaking.

- Hello!

- Yes yes...

Who's there?

Doctor Hoyer from Sydney.

Open up!

'Evening, Doctor!

Is the Boss back already?

- Good evening Henry!

- Evening, Uncle!

At Van Straten's farm

I had a delivery.

Looked pretty bad at first,

but went well in the end.

- Boy? Girl?

- No.

- What else?

- Twins!

Ben, 10 bottles of rum!

10 bottles?

Ain't that a bit much?

Ain't for the twins.

My bay founders a bit.

Leave it here, I'll bring

it back when I'm going to Sydney.

Selling wool?

No, something completely different,

but take a deep breath... a surprise!

- Boss!

- Yes?

The rum!

- Ah, the rum!

- Surprise?

- That one's for us. The others

for the boys. - Now speak up!!

Hey, everything for us?

What event do we celebrate today?

The Boss - he's up to something.

If I only knew, what...

Ah, I know, what.

- So, what is it?

- The same as you, Stout.

- Ah... and what do I want?

- Marry! - Ah, I see!

You're completely crazy.

Not one from Paramatta?

But here aren't any others.

Tim Hawkings also got his from there!

But he just needed

a woman for his laundry.

Just for that he could

as well have taken a Chinese.

And the wife of Parkings?

But she was convicted innocent.

Of course, but many of them were

deported just because of a littleness!

Now don't get me wrong, I only want

you to be happy. But with one of...

Uncle, do you really think the risk

with women from the so-called society

is so much lower than

with a woman from Paramatta?

Ah, it's useless talking to you...

You don't know Paramatta!

You won't deny that I

know the ropes about men.

Back to front, I can tell you.

Back from the time when I

was standing on Hill Street.

He doesn't even think of you any more.

Dead sure he has another by now.

He will get me.

I know it.

Yes -you know it.

Four weeks ago he got the letter,

he could have answered

ten times by now!

He will get me.

He has to.

Don't be silly!

And on Sunday you come along,

hear me?...to the "love parade".

If I'd look as good as you, I'd gotten

me a bloke long ago and out of here!

What...?

Someone's screaming! Oh God!

Mabel Green - she's still locked up.

Punishment cell.

The stupid bitch tried to run away.

Be quiet already!

You have to get used to it.

I can't bear it anymore.

Conduct: good.

May attend.

The man who gets you will not be

very happy about your orderliness!

Conduct: medium.

May attend.

Conduct: sufficient.

May attend.

You have to break with your

self-will and your disobedience,

if you want to make a man happy!

Madam, I don't want to marry.

One must sleep one night

over such a decision.

Conduct: poor.

Must not attend.

- Conduct: medium.

- May attend.

Lights out!

...Knives out!

All right, so now I'm

going to decide for you:

You will report for the bride

market tomorrow, understood?

Goodnight!

Albert!

"How many hours have I lost"

"like in a fever, talking to fools..."

Don't exert yourself - your mind

will dry up anyway in this barren land!

Here, better water it with rum!

- I don't want no more.

- You weren't invited anyway.

Kind of funny, that boozing's no fun...

Or do you think?

You just can't handle your drinks!

Go home and got to bed.

It's already morning anyway.

Yes, sadly...

it should always be night.

World weariness?

You of all people!

Just when you're about to marry the

sweetest and kindest girl in Sydney.

Marry? Who said that?

- Fallen asleep!

- Who said that?

Come on... the old man tells it to all,

that you will be his son-in-law.

Are there only gossip mongers

and sentimental wives around here?

But everybody knows it...

and Mary's young, pretty, rich,

and has everything

that can make a man happy!

Do I look like a happy man?

I sometimes really

don't understand you lately.

I sometimes don't understand myself.

Listen Gilbert, you're a decent guy,

and you're my friend, right?

Debts?

No, not this time.

Well, what else?

I demand that you tell me

your honest opinion. - Well?

- I cannot marry Mary.

- Nonsense!

Want another cigar?

Well, don't you love her?

"Don't you love her?"

What's that supposed to mean?

- You know, in London, there

was a woman. - I see.

And when I left

I swore her...

So what? Is that all?

God, to how many women have I

already sworn eternal love...

Besides, what do you want?

She's in London!

- No, in Paramatta!

- What?

- In prison?

- Yes.

Did you talk to her?

Of course I went to Paramatta at once.

I wanted to see her, of course,

but I couldn't, these prison walls,

this close air, I couldn't.

Of course... and?

I've also spoken with the governor

because of her,

but it was not possible

to do anything for her.

What... you told him...?

No, of course not, I couldn't,

because of Mary.

Well, you've already done

quite a lot for the girl.

What else do you want to do?

Oh my God, I swore her...

You can't leave a woman

you love in prison!

Ah nonsense, you love Mary!

No, I do not love her! I only know

I should have gotten Gloria out of prison.

But you've tried everything!

I have tried nothing.

I could have married her.

Tell me, have you gone insane?

A convict?

Do you know what that means? You will

have to take off his uniform tomorrow.

The governor's adjutant will

become a nobody, going nowhere!

And why? Out of false sentimentality,

of a false sense of honour.

What do you want to do with her? Lord

Pembrook's son, a shoeshine? An innkeeper?

God, with the lack of women

here in Australia

someone will soon get her

out of that prison.

Someone who matches her!

Or, if you want

to ease your conscience,

write to the Queen. Send a petition

to the courts in London.

Yes... perhaps that

would be a way out.

And once she's free,

you can help her along.

Once you're married to Mary,

you've got enough money.

Stop it...

enough of that.

When one drinks too much,

one easily loses self-control.

Come on, boy, get up!

Thank you, Gilbert.

Hey - what's going on here?

Please... as you wish.

Alright boys, see you at the parade

drill at 8 o'clock sharp this evening.

Oh well... that's the sixth time

I'm celebrating Her Majesty's birthday

in this godforsaken country!

Wide hips she's gotta have,

young man, and fat,

that's the main thing with women.

That's how they differ from men.

Nature wanted it that way.

But you young people

are more for something meager.

That's decadence, son, decadence!

Main thing is that she's not a thief,

or a cheque forger or some such thing.

In the end she runs away

with the cash register. Nah!

Rather a murderer. A businessman

needs someone who's reliable.

Henry Hoyer?

You're also decadent.

You're like a stranger, my son!

I am, indeed... my father.

Good, then please register here.

By the way, I do not want

my warning to be misunderstood,

personally, it is no matter

to me what you do,

neither do I want to advise against it,

I just follow my instructions.

What do you intend to do?

To draw the attention of the applicants

on the consequences of their actions.

The women here are criminals.

- Not all, I would think.

- Maybe.

I think I'm to some extent able

to judge a person's character myself.

One always thinks that,

as long as one is young.

So if you're old, you don't believe

in anything good anymore?

You may be right, Mister...

Hoyer.

Well then, I have done my duty.

Please follow me.

Look... there they are!

That one looks nice.

You're crying again!

Quiet!

Hehe... well then...

Is everyone here?

- Almost 12 o'clock.

- If you like we can begin!

Can't someone open a window?

It's so hot in here.

Hey - the tall one over there

is a devilish pretty dame.

- Pardon me?

- Convicted for forging a bank statement.

Forgery? No, for God's sake,

this is not for me.

Well, Mr Hoyer...

have you lost your courage?

I don't know...

it all went by so fast...

If we could only open a window.

No one will take me! For sure!

No one will take me!

Ah baloney! For now they just

look at our bodily assets.

No one will take me!

Probably the windows

can't be opened at all.

Hello...

I like you. Who is this?

Gloria Vane. Seven years

imprisonment for forgery...

Hey, why so heated?

Here's one like the other anyway.

So if you want her...

Bloody hell! All right...

Now he looks like a dame!

I take the fat one.

She looks sturdy.

I think it's because

the windows are barred.

Excuse me, when I...

when I ask you here

in front of all the people...

Do you want to

become my wife, Miss?

Yes.

- But only if we will have

a church wedding! - Yes!

For I have a farm,

10 hours from here.

We could get married there

straight away.

If you want, right over there

on our street, there's a church...

I found one, Madam!

One moment!

The reverend likes to earn

a little extra money

and could handle the

necessary paperwork right away.

Right away?

Thank you, Madam, but

our sheriff at home

sure will do it as well.

Well then.

In two hours you can

pick up your new wife.

Please? And you?

Yes, well...

that would be... the fat one.

Come, take this, in memory!

But no, Nelly, your mirror...

Oh please take it, you

need it more than I do now.

You look pretty in your new dress!

Now just one more thing,

and we have the whole endowment.

But, don't buy it so terribly much!

No buts - I buy only

what a woman needs most.

Please take care of bay

for a while. Come, Ben.

- And, how do you like her?

- Great, Sir!

- Hello!

- Ah, Mr Hoyer!

- I take this!

- The Mirror?

Where is Mercury Avenue, please?

I'm a stranger here myself, Miss.

Please stand still,

you hear?

Didn't I tell you

to stand still!

Oh, please, where

is the Mercury Avenue?

- You're already here!

- Ah!

Do you perhaps know

a Captain Finsbury?

Major Finsbury?

He lives... wait...

down there - the last or second to last

house on the right. - Ah, thank you!

Hello!

Well, Mrs farmer's wife -

how do you like yourself?

I thought, in the long run

Nelly's mirror will be too tiny.

You seem to think of me

to be quite vain!

What I think of you I will tell you

at our silver wedding, at the earliest!

Paramatta brooms!

Gee up, Brown,

now we're going home!

Bye, Mr Hoyer!

Who was that soldier

you were talking to?

I was only asking for

the place of a friend.

Here, in Sydney?

Yes, I know someone here,

a Major Finsbury.

- But I guess he's not here anymore.

- You mean relocated?

Here we're always make a stop.

The only watering hole

in the whole neighborhood.

What I wanted to say...

I've recently met a captain Finsbury.

- I think, he's even major now.

- Ah... major?

- Do you know him?

- I met him only briefly...

He's friends with my uncle.

That is, more with my uncle's wife.

Come, Brown!

Rather funny situation, isn't it?

I mean, the two of us...

What's so funny about it?

Well, we're now, so to speak...

husband and wife!

Isn't it?

- Husband...

- Yes!

Yes...

Henry, do you believe

that I am a criminal?

When I first saw you, I knew

that you do not belong to Paramatta.

And how do you know that?

I just know it...

That's why I know it, Glory...

that's why.

You like her too, eh?

Tell your master

not to be sad when I...

Ready!

I'm the happiest man

in all of Australia.

Now it goes uphill, eh, Miss Brown?

That's my horse's name.

Hear? We're a real

wedding coach, eh?

When I saw you there for the

first time, among all the others...

there was a moment I felt like never before

in my whole life, when you looked at me.

I think we don't even tell the people

on the farm anything about it...

that you were in prison.

And anyway, it think

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