Eight Hours Don't Make a Day (1972–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Monika und Harald - full transcript
EIGHT HOURS DON'T MAKE A DAY
A FAMILY SERIES
HARALD AND MONIKA
I have to go to school.
If you don't let me in now, I'm not going.
Got that?
- Be my guest.
- Thanks.
The head of the household threw me out.
It's nothing to laugh about.
You can go back in now.
- Is everything ready?
- Stop showing off.
Okay?
We have to buy toothpaste.
Toothpaste?
Toothpaste.
- Do you eat the toothpaste?
- I'm just thorough.
7. NYLONS - 8. EGGS - 9. TOOTHPASTE
So, what's she like?
- Who?
- Your mother.
- I forgot the toilet paper.
- We'll have to go back down.
- I always forget something.
- Women have to do that.
Now tell me what she's like.
Oh, you know, she's all right.
She's ill,
so you'll have to be considerate of her.
Does that mean
we have to change everything?
- We have to be smart about it. That's all.
- Smart, yes.
That's easier said than done.
- We'll manage all right.
Now then, when she comes...
two or three days later,
I'll introduce you to her.
And we'll build it up for her from there.
Got it?
- And?
- What?
Where?
I mean, where can we?
- Well, we can't at first.
What?
- You understand perfectly well.
- Man, oh, man.
I can't believe it.
Jochen,
my mother's not coming till Monday.
We still have a whole night
and a whole day.
Okay. Promise me
we'll spend the whole day in bed.
Yes.
- Yeah?
- Yes.
- Every second?
- Yes.
Have you gone crazy?
- Are we crazy?
- Yes, I think so.
- If she says so. She's always right.
- Make it snappy.
Nice and easy.
Take your time, not your life.
Can't you even let a guy sleep in
on a Sunday?
Let me go! Let me go!
Right.
Manni's going to make us breakfast now.
Do you think
Grandma's happy with Gregor?
Yes.
They make a good couple.
Father still says,
“Gregor is a bad influence on Grandma.”
Oh, come on.
Meeting Gregor was good for Grandma.
She wouldn't have had a life
at your parents'.
When old people have plenty to do,
they live longer.
You think?
It's statistically proven.
Besides, it's rejuvenated her.
But they do argue quite a lot.
Of course. It keeps you on your toes.
Arguing?
Sure.
You always have to figure out
how to outsmart the other person.
Maybe. I mean...
Maybe it'd be better if they got married.
Got married?
Why would they do that?
Since they're living together.
Or not?
Maybe you don't need to get married
if you like each other.
And us?
We're different.
We're young.
And...
people that have to, have to.
But...
maybe we don't need to do that either.
I can't imagine that at all right now -
getting married.
No?
I don't know.
I mean, it can wait. Can't it?
Yes.
Probably so.
Who is that?
I don't know. I'm not expecting anyone.
Marion, my love.
Mama.
- Who is that?
- That's Jochen.
Jochen.
Go out.
Would you please explain this to me?
- Mother, there's not much to explain.
- Exactly. My house is no brothel.
- Mama, we -
- Now listen here. I've always believed -
- Don't be so stubborn.
Young man, please get dressed and leave.
Mama, listen -
Our distinguished son,
gracing us with his presence again.
- Leave him be. He's a grown man.
- A grown man?
He's a child, that's what I say.
A child.
- Mama?
- Yes?
I was worried
there was nobody home but Dad.
Pretty quiet here compared to before.
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Each Keepeth from Heartache
- Come in and have some coffee.
- Great.
Morning, Dad.
Something up with him?
- Ask him.
- Something up with you?
- Don't talk to me.
- He wants to talk.
- Well, I don't.
- What is this?
- Dad's angry.
- Not angry, right.
- Someone offend you?
- You only come home to visit.
- I told you, he's a grown man.
Go on, take his side.
- I don't get what your problem is.
-“I don't get your problem.”
- He should move out. Why's he even here?
- He's his own man.
Then he should act like a man.
Beat it. You have no business here anyway.
Go on, beat it.
There was no need for that.
- Has something happened?
- Well...
Nothing has happened, but, you know...
He's fond of you all. Do you understand?
And you?
Are you getting along with him all right?
- Yes, I'm... pretty happy.
I do like him after all.
And how is Marion?
Things are so-so.
Take care, Mama. I'm off to Grandma's.
And...
I'll be back this evening.
- Take care.
Come back in.
I'm coming, Wolf.
I'm on my way.
- Fritz hit me.
- He's much smaller than you.
Fritz. You can't - Just wait.
You can't do that.
- You said you wouldn't butt in.
- He's hitting him.
- Let them work it out.
- You always know better.
- He hit me.
Yes, but why?
- Because he kicked me.
- And why did he kick you?
Because he took Sabine's...
He tore off its head.
You -
Sabine. Come here for a second.
He tore off the doll's head.
- It's wasn't a nice doll anyway.
- Sabine.
Oh, the lovely dolly.
Here, here. Look over here.
It was a nice dolly.
Dolly...
My dolly...
He tore its head off.
He hit me.
Yes, but that's no reason
to go tearing a doll's head off.
Look here, a doll is like a little person.
- He kicked me.
- The door was open.
- Yes.
- He...
- She told me I was stupid.
- Is that true?
Did you tell him he was stupid?
- Yes.
Their parents are in the country
to get a bit of peace and quiet.
Now just leave those children in peace.
- You want me to leave them in peace?
- Yes. You always have to butt in.
- But the children -
- He should buy me a new dolly.
- He has no money.
- He'll have to get a job.
Gregor.
He's a child.
- Pardon?
- He's a child.
He can't rip off heads
if he can't be responsible.
He can't think about responsibility
before tearing off its head.
'Yes!
“No!
- Yes, he can.
- He did it because she said he was stupid.
- Because he said the doll was ugly.
- It is. Look at it.
- Well, that's a matter of taste.
- Exactly.
- Where... Where are the children?
- What children?
“What children?”
- Oh.
- Yes.
- Where are the children?
- Yes.
- Where are the children?
- Gone.
Wasn't that Jochen
who just came through here?
Hello. Hello? Who's there?
Say something, would you!
Hello?
Unbelievable.
Hello? Come on now, say something!
Are you trying to annoy me?
Unbelievable. The nerve of some people.
- It must be that -
- Jochen.
Yes, Jochen.
- You see?
- Hello? Yes, it's me this time.
Yes.
That...
Okay.
Well...
I love you, Jochen.
- No, my mother had a little mishap.
- That I have such a daughter.
- Stop laughing.
- I'll come at 6:00.
You're not going.
Of course I am, Mother.
No, I can't come any earlier.
You can't just contradict me. I am your -
Your mother. I know.
Not you, Jochen.
- Stop talking to him now.
Leave me in peace, the both of you.
I'll be there at 6:00. Bye.
I'm going at 5:30 no matter what you say.
I'm my own person after all.
Besides, Jochen's a fab guy.
You're mean, Mama.
He doesn't have anything to do with it.
Why would you do a thing like that?
- I want to get married.
- Okay.
What did you say?
- I want to get married.
This is a bit sudden, isn't it?
A piccolo of bubbly, please.
You know,
I was thinking that, as a woman, it's -
- Yes?
- It's...
It's more important
than it is for men because...
Because society... I mean...
People on the outside they...
Well, they talk and...
As a woman, it's just tough because...
Somehow everything gets...
It probably all gets decided by men
or something.
None of that matters though.
I just need you.
It felt so strange being on my own.
Here you are.
Thank you. Let me do that.
Thank you.
Forgive me.
I love you.
- You know, I...
- Yes?
- I've wanted to for a long time, but...
- But what?
- I want to work again.
- That's out of the question.
At least hear me out!
- Shouting puts you in the wrong.
- That's all you can do.
No clue about a thing, just smart remarks.
“Shouting puts you in the wrong.”
What a joke.
We've discussed this issue
at least a thousand times.
We've always agreed our child has priority
over your idiotic wishes.
Yes, idiotic. Great.
That's right, idiotic. What else?
They're not idiotic, Harald.
They're not idiotic at all.
I want to do something.
I can't just be here, doing nothing.
- Sure, if our child is nothing to you.
- Okay, Harald. Okay.
I understood your argument
until Sylvia started school.
But now you're just being mean.
- I'm not being mean.
Just sensible.
- Sensible.
Yes, sensible.
Okay, what will you do with Sylvia
after school is over?
- Why can't we leave her with Grandma?
- Because your grandma's a nutcase.
- Grandma -
- Sorry, but I'm talking now.
Your grandmother has no clue
what's proper.
Entrusting her with children
is almost criminal.
All I know is that the kids
are happy with Grandma.
Children don't need to be happy.
Children must be prepared for life,
and that means they need discipline.
Your grandmother isn't capable
of keeping her own affairs in order,
let alone preparing children
to do such things.
I think Grandma and Gregor
are very happy together.
Happiness again.
It seems to be the only criterion you know.
I'm not interested
in whether I'm happy or not.
What is that anyway? Happiness.
I have to do my job,
to do what is required of me.
And I have to make sure that I do it well.
I can be happy
when everything else is in order.
Exactly.
And that's why you are how you are.
Yes, Monika. I'm proud of that.
Proud, do you understand?
Yes, I understand you.
But I want to be happy, Harald.
And I want to be proud of that
and of nothing else.
- Manni?
- Yes?
It's bedtime, okay?
Manni. Can't you hear me?
I have to say everything twice
before anyone hears me.
- Night.
- Did you brush your teeth?
- Yes.
- Then sleep tight.
Hey.
- Still offended?
- I wasn't offended, because I'm right.
Let me do that. You take a break.
Run around with men if you like.
Someone has to do the work.
- Where's the housekeeping book?
- In the right-hand drawer.
Mama.
Yes?
Jochen and I want to get married.
We love each other very much.
What does he do? I mean, what's his job?
Jochen?
Jochen makes tools.
Not hammers and pliers.
Important, very precisely worked machines.
He's got genuine responsibilities.
They work from drawings.
They're extremely complicated.
Regular people wouldn't have a clue
what to do with them.
Jochen is pretty good at it.
He knows his work very well.
He's sure to be foreman or something
one day, you know?
So he's a worker, your Jochen.
Yes, Mother.
He's a worker.
And have you thought this all over
very carefully?
Yes, Mama.
I've thought it all over very carefully.
Then I'll certainly hold my tongue.
But my approval, well...
A worker.
You know what breaks loose at my house
if I'm home half an hour late?
All hell, that's what.
“You cheated on me.” “You always lie.”
“You do as you please.” And so on.
I'd love to do as I please.
What do you think would happen then?
And if you have a drink - a beer or two -
then you're a drunkard or a murderer.
At least you're not far off.
But...
But Marion, she -
She's different.
Way different. Honest.
Don't you think everyone has thought that?
I'd have sworn it.
I'd have bet my life on it.
Bullshit.
Then you'd be six feet under by now,
right?
Well?
- Done for the day?
- No. Our boy wants to get married.
- That merits a break.
- What? You want to get married?
Me? No, him.
YOU'?
Oh, man!
I thought you had more brains than that.
You see?
He put it nice and simple.
If you've got brains,
you'll steer clear of it.
I do understand your mother, my dear.
After all, your father was a civil servant.
Mid level.
You know exactly what I mean.
- And that Jochen -
- Jochen is just a worker. I know that.
You just don't want to see it.
You're worlds apart.
Worlds apart? Perhaps you can
explain that more precisely.
A worker comes home after work
and is dead on his feet.
- Because he works.
- Great.
What do you get
from a guy who's always tired? What?
Why exactly are you worried
about my sex life?
Get your own, why don't you?
Marion.
Please forgive me, but I'm pretty furious.
He'll get drunk every Friday.
- Not even you believe that.
- You'll see for yourself.
So what?
If a guy likes getting drunk,
or can't help it,
what would you know about that?
And his friends, they'll be the people
in your social circle.
Just the thought of it...
I didn't know you had such a filthy mind.
Sorry. It's none of my business.
I'm no judge. Fine.
I can only reiterate that it's not our world.
That I know.
You have no clue what your world is,
let alone other people's.
I've tried to explain that to you
so many times.
And how do you envision things
with your mother?
My mother is my mother.
And I'm me.
Monika.
Do you have 15 minutes or so?
Uh-huh. Okay.
You can keep typing, my dear.
I shall.
One has to be good for something, right?
I really can't take it anymore.
Just refusals and small-minded arguments.
When he doesn't know what else to say,
he says, “That's just how it is.”
“That's just how it is.”
- Have you already figured something out?
- Like what?
I mean,
are you really serious about it now?
I just don't know, Marion.
I just don't know.
I'm so tired, so...
If I only knew what I should do.
What if you just looked for a job
and took Sylvia to Grandma?
See how he reacts when you get serious
instead of just talking about it.
What do you mean just talking?
You try being married.
Everything is totally different then.
Believe me.
Everything-
I really didn't mean any harm.
I just mean it's always better to take action
than simply talk all the time.
So are you scared of thunderstorms or not?
- No.
- No? None of you?
- So what do you do then?
- I am.
- So you get scared?
- I hide under my covers.
- You do too?
- I get my brother -
- Me too.
- You all -
- If I hear thunder -
- Under the covers.
“What are the features
of modern child-rearing?”
It's crucial
children develop their imaginations.
I'd maybe write
“Freeing their imaginations.”
- Their imaginations?
- They'll want to hear something else.
Well, maybe, I mean -
isn't it better
to write what they want to hear?
We can always do
what we feel is right, can't we?
- You're always trying to outsmart someone.
- Of course.
But you're probably right. Write...
“Children must, at an early age,
learn that life is full of hardship
and they must, first and foremost,
learn how to conform.”
- Yes, that's good.
- I bet they'll like that.
All right then. “Children must...
at” -
Was that “at a premature age”?
-“At an early age.”
Airplanes start off very slowly,
and then they go faster and faster
until they are going very fast,
faster than they can actually go.
Then they have to fly up into the air.
Does he really hit her?
She's a grown-up.
- He really hits her, in the face.
- When I'm grown up, I won't do that.
I think it's mean.
- You're pretty smart, aren't you?
If I really think about it, I guess so.
Mama.
Sylvia.
- Grandma.
- Yes, Monika.
What's wrong?
You look pretty upset.
Are you troubled?
Oh, Grandma.
I'm so unhappy.
Why is she crying, Gregor?
She's a grown-up.
Yes, everyone cries sometimes.
It really helps you let go of things
sometimes.
- Grown-ups too?
- Yes, grown-ups in particular.
- I never would've thought that.
- Well, now you know.
Just calm down now.
- Everything will be okay.
- Yes.
I'll get a grip on myself again.
There.
Now then.
Yeah.
That's it.
You really have to think about it.
Think long and hard about it, because...
That's quite a decision.
- That's right. The biggest decision, right?
The biggest, Kathe. You're right there.
And your Marion, she's...
She's very nice.
- But?
- No buts. She's most definitely nice, right?
Yes. She's very nice.
That's right.
But if you're not entirely sure, I mean...
You should think it over.
Yes, Wolf.
You have to think it over a few times.
There's no going back.
You'll be caught up in it, forever.
“Forever.” Now that's a pretty long word.
Pretty long, Wolf. Pretty long.
What's her mother like?
Well...
a bit of a crackpot.
But otherwise...
There you go.
A daughter's bound to end up
like her mother one day.
- Nonsense, Father.
- Nonsense? It's a known fact.
A known fact, plain and simple.
Everyone knows that. Everyone.
Yes, everyone knows that.
Believe your father. Sometimes he's right.
What does your mother say?
She's staying out of it.
She's staying out of it?
What does that mean?
- She's staying out of it.
- Staying out of it. Staying out of it.
I'm starting to feel
like we want something really terrible.
- You don't want to anymore?
- Come on.
Just say it. I can take it. Honest.
Oh, don't be silly. I am who I am.
And I really don't care one bit
what other people say.
- But -
- But everyone can't be wrong, right?
Don't put words in my mouth.
Please.
Look.
You want to, and so do I.
And the others, they -
They have no idea about us.
Right?
No, the others have no idea.
I love you.
Love you more.
I'll get it.
- But...
- Who is it?
It's Jochen.
A little something.
- I just thought...
- Oh, they really are beautiful.
Close the door, Marion.
You said you were just thinking?
Me? Oh, yes.
I just thought they might
brighten up your day a bit and...
No one has given me flowers in years.
Thank you.
Come on in.
Marion's nearly finished with dinner.
Are you not well?
- I'm fine, thanks. I'm fine.
- She's a little bewildered. Come on in.
Well, the food is ready.
Now that we have one more mouth to feed,
we'll just have to ration everything a bit.
It sure tastes good.
Yeah?
- Marion can cook well.
- I know.
Yes, I had nearly forgotten.
I wonder how.
- Especially the sauce.
- Garlic sauce.
- Really, garlic? I wouldn't have guessed.
- Yes.
- If you don't know.
- It is garlic.
Jndeed.
- Marion and I want to marry.
She's a very nice girl.
She's attractive, and she can cook.
- I wouldn't say anything against it.
- Mama!
- Hello. Come in.
- Hello.
- Monika.
- Oh, you're here.
- Then maybe I'll leave.
- Come on in. Come.
Hi.
- Here. This is my mother.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- My sister.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Sit down. Are you hungry?
- No, thank you. I've already eaten.
I'm so embarrassed.
- About what?
- I didn't know your mother, and...
- She's great.
- Thank you very much.
- Yes.
Yes.
Go on, tell us. What happened?
I went ahead with the job
like we discussed.
It was already my second day there, and -
I felt really comfortable there.
And today, out of nowhere,
Harald showed up.
And he screamed, “Get out of here.”
I felt so ashamed.
I've never seen such rage before. Never.
I tried to calm him down, of course.
No good.
He pulled me out of there and hit me,
really hit me in front of everyone.
I can't take it anymore.
What should I do?
We'll figure something out.
Leave for a while.
Pack your things and go.
- That isn't fair.
- Why should she be fair if he -
It's not right to react
to someone's bullshit with more bullshit.
Marion.
Well, it's true.
This back-and-forth has been endless.
What do you want to do?
Well, to end it. I want to end it.
But I don't know how.
I have no idea how you do that.
Okay.
Ending it is okay.
You just have to know how.
It has to be fair.
You agree about being fair?
Yes, of course.
I just didn't think it over long enough.
Exactly.
Yes, sorry, but -
- How can you be fair when splitting up?
- How?
By not playing tricks,
secretly packing up and running off and all.
- Pretty wise, my daughter, isn't she?
- Yes.
Right?
Oh, you're being ironic.
No, never.
We absolutely get what you're saying.
Right?
Absolutely. Most definitely.
All right.
You go to him and say you want a divorce.
You say, “I don't want to argue with you.
I want everything to go smoothly,
peacefully, and amicably.”
You tell him, “I understand you.
I understand your ideas and all,
but I'm different.”
And Sylvia has to stay with you.
He has to understand that.
So.
- You want a divorce?
- Yes, Harald.
There's no other possibility anymore, sadly.
Fine.
Fine. I agree.
Yes?
Yes.
If you can no longer live with me,
then go ahead.
But...
But one thing has to be said.
My daughter stays with me.
That's not up for discussion.
Hey, we'll manage it all right.
No. You won't manage a thing.
Nothing at all. You can depend on that.
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Well.
- Yep.
- That sure was a load of work, wasn't it?
I never dreamt we'd need all those papers.
Come on.
Come on.
Yes, Manfred will be a good best man.
I'm sure
he'll be way more nervous than us.
-Irmgard too.
- Come again?
It's obvious lrmgard
will be my maid of honor.
Come on now,
she's been my friend for years.
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- Speak German. You're better at it.
- Over my dead body.
- She'll bring us 30 years of sorrow.
- It's just a formality.
- But it will mean a lot to her.
- Never.
- She has a load of crap in her head.
- No. That's just all she's learned.
- Okay. But what's in it is in it.
- At her core, she's good.
- Says you.
- That's right.
- No.
- Yes.
- No.
- Yes.
- And I'm inviting all my girlfriends.
- Yeah, sure.
And I meant that seriously.
- What?
- What I said about my girlfriends.
Two coffees, please.
Now, be honest.
They're sure to be a bunch of silly women.
- Pardon me?
- Well...
I just mean a bunch of girls,
that's sure to be pretty stupid.
- Stupid?
- Well, yeah.
- Then your friends are crude.
- Because they're workers?
- Nice.
- I didn't mean that.
Sure you did. Just be honest.
Seeing as we're at it.
But I didn't mean it that way.
Please forgive me.
Here you are.
So we finally get to know each other.
Look, my mother is ill.
She needs help now and then.
I mean, a certain sense of responsibility,
everyone has that.
Okay.
I mean, I like your mother well enough.
At least there's that. But...
Living with her?
I just don't know.
All right. Then where do you want to live?
With your parents?
- Well, I would rather do that.
- Rather than live with my mother?
Well, she is a bit odd.
Look at your family.
Like they're not odd.
Odd? They're not at all odd. What's odd?
You said it! You said my mother was odd!
She is.
Okay, fine. Then she's odd.
All the same,
I'll never move in with your parents.
- Never.
- Then forget it.
- Okay, if you say so.
- Fine, let's forget it.
It doesn't matter to me. Not in the least.
- Don't be so angry. Life goes on.
- Leave me in peace, Mama.
Good, I'll keep my mouth shut.
- Oh, Mama.
- Well, you're right.
- What business is it of mine?
- Mama.
I'll get it.
Hello. What an eminent visitor.
- Troubles?
- I'm all right.
- Who is it?
- Monika.
Go on in.
- Hello. How are you?
- Well, things aren't getting any easier.
And you?
- I'm alive.
- Could be worse.
Look.
What is it?
A letter from Harald's lawyer.
What has he written?
- Hey.
- What?
What does it say?
Oh.
Yeah, well...
Seems Harald doesn't want
to agree to a divorce anymore.
What a dirty trick.
I mean, good God.
We had discussed it all, nice and calm.
We had come to an agreement.
And now...
I have to live under the same roof
with someone like him.
Well, you may really want to rethink it.
What?
- Mama said you may want to rethink it.
- That's right.
I still don't think you understand me.
I'm not joking.
The way life is now is unbearable.
Unbearable, do you understand that?
Well, it can't be all that bad.
After all,
you did want to be with him once.
I mean, I told you back then -
- I'm not interested in what you said then.
I'm interested in how you act now.
He just means you may want
to reconsider your actions calmly.
I've considered my words very carefully.
And I've explained exactly why
to you often enough.
We just mean
that sometimes people can be a little...
-impulsive.
-Impulsive. Exactly.
And -
- Thanks.
Thank you very much for your help.
Thank you so very much.
Now, Monika...
You guys really are a bit stupid.
All we said
was that she shouldn't jump the gun.
Oh, yes, you're so clever.
Do you understand that?
No.
- Where are you going to go now?
- No idea.
Where should I go?
There's no one else I can go to.
Well...
We can go to Grandma's.
I didn't even think of that.
Of course.
Grandma always thinks of something.
You know...
our parents have no clue.
They're not being mean or anything.
They just don't know any better.
- I know that.
Nonetheless, I still think
that sooner or later they'll get it.
How are things between you two?
Do you still speak?
Hardly.
Just about the absolute necessities.
I come home at about 6:00 or so.
A pretty nasty state of affairs.
“Nasty” doesn't even begin to describe it.
It really is almost impossible to bear.
And he grins the whole time.
He doesn't stop grinning.
You know his grin.
Sometimes I really feel like hitting him.
But that's just what he wants,
for me to hit him.
Or for me to get hysterical or something.
- Yes, probably.
Sylvia?
Oh, she's quite sensible.
I told her
that she should stay out of it all.
Because“.
She may have to stay there.
I don't know what to do about anything.
Come on. Everything will work out.
Well, well, well.
Now, that is mean.
- Typical lawyer.
- Yes. So mean.
- Right?
Yes.
Come on, love, have a drink. It helps.
Take it from an old woman.
- Grandma.
I always say that.
I've always said he's mean.
- Grandma.
- Yes.
I know that doesn't help now.
Still, it always feels good to be right.
- Now, Grandma -
- Yes, I'll keep quiet.
So what should we do now?
Do you have an idea?
- If you don't have one, I certainly don't.
- Always the same. How about you?
- No.
- You?
Well, I...
I have no idea either.
- Same as me.
Oh, yes, I do!
I'll have a talk with Aunt Klara.
- Aunt Klara is worse than Harald.
- That's just it.
We have to cast out one evil
with another evil.
Advertising office, please.
I'd like to speak to Marion.
Who is calling?
She's asking who I am.
- Tell her the truth.
- But then -
- Come on, do it.
- Whatever you say.
Hello?
Hello?
Hung UP-
- Who was that?
- No idea.
- Dial again.
- Whatever you say.
Three, four...
two, four...
five...
nine.
Could you get me the advertising office?
Hello.
Hello.
Yes, it's me again.
Our call just got cut off.
I'd like to speak to Marion.
I'm Manfred Muller.
She's not in. Try another time, please.
Was that Jochen?
Maybe it's better this way.
My goodness. It's what you wanted.
- No.
- Yes.
I forgot. Honest.
- Hey.
- Yes?
Can I leave
two hours early today, Franz? I -
- I have to do something.
- Not sorted out yet?
- No.
- Okay, then beat it.
Thanks. Thank you, boss.
If- If he calls back again, then -
Then I'm in.
- He won't, not if he has any character.
Jochen.
- Come with me.
- You stay put.
I have to go.
- It's my fault -
- No, mine. I was wrong.
- No, I was.
- I insulted your mother.
- You didn't. In fact -
- Yes, I did.
- I insulted your parents.
- You'd never do that.
- I did. I said they're odd.
- They are.
I insulted your friends.
- You said they were stupid.
And they are.
I called your friends crude.
You didn't really mean that.
You can't have really meant that.
No.
I'm pretty happy now. Honest.
So am I.
Once you've signed this, you're married.
- Do you want to go first?
- No, you go ahead.
No, you go ahead.
All right, then.
Well - Fair enough.
Fair enough?
Yes. Fair enough.
Right, and now you.
I hereby declare you man and wife.
Congratulations.
Congratulations.
Congratulations. Congratulations.
Next, please.
It sure is a strange mix of people here.
İsn't it?
Well, sure.
Most of them are already pretty drunk.
Most people are not pleasant
when they've been drinking.
It's all right.
You're not exactly very talkative
at the moment.
No.
- I'm so hot for you.
- Oh, come on.
- Honestly.
- Oh, Wolf. Stop it.
But if I tell you I want you?
You have time for that later.
- But I want to now.
- No.
I'll never get married. Never.
It only brings unhappiness and such.
On the other hand,
I'm not actually at all...
Sure.
I had my honeymoon in the Black Forest.
At a lake - Titisee.
But, if I'm honest, it was pretty dull.
Aren't you going on a honeymoon?
Well...
No, we're not.
- People don't do that anymore.
And it's right that way.
Marriage is a sensible, everyday thing.
Don't you agree?
Your grandma's great.
She always knows the deal.
I'm super great, as my Gregor always says.
Right?
- Are you a worker too?
- Got a problem with that?
No. But you don't look like one at all.
- But I am one.
- Oh, well.
None of that matters nowadays anyway.
Of course they'll live with me.
My apartment's big.
One person more or less
makes no difference.
The apartments they build today,
on the other hand,
are absolutely atrocious, right?
You should see our apartment.
They're dumps, real dumps.
Then put cheese on the dough.
And on top of that, fishes.
- Fishes?
Yes, fishes. Anchovies.
Then bake.
- Bake.
- Bake. But not much. Okay?
- Okay. And then?
- Jochen, do you think I should get started?
- No, wait a bit.
Okay.
Whatever you say.
Grandma, you always have
some trick or other up your sleeve.
What? Was there something there?
- Should I dance with Mother-in-law?
- Mother-in-law?
- Jochen's mother-in-law, of course.
- Of course.
- So you're Monika's husband?
- Yes.
So you're Jochen's brother-in-law
and Marion's...
- Brother-in-law too.
- Yes, probably. And what are you to me?
- There's no name for it.
- Mother-in-law. I want a dance.
- Are you drunk again?
- Leave him be. He has reason enough.
And it's none of your damn business.
Now, do you want to dance?
Yes, I'd love to. Let's go.
- Don't sit around sulking.
- That's easy for you to say.
Do you want to dance with me?
Sure. Let's go.
So are you having a good time?
It's all right.
Do you want to dance?
Maybe some other time.
Are you the one who can't stand workers?
Me?
Yes, well...
No matter.
You can always learn new things.
- Do you think so?
- Yes.
No one pays any attention to me here.
I get the feeling you could
do just as well without me.
Aunt Klara, we could never do that.
- What would we be without you?
- That's right.
You'll have to take the reins yourself
if you want attention.
Please, Kathe. You're drunk.
İsn't he a good foreman?
Yes, more or less.
More or less. I see.
Yeah, well.
- He can hardly pay me compliments.
- He can hardly do that, yes.
- Most people don't put in “garalic.”
- Garlic.
Garlic, yes.
But very important,
because taste... is more.
- Come with me.
- Why? I want to stay here.
- I want you away from that wop.
- But he's very nice.
Swine.
- Spaghetti.
- Spaghetti's better than pork.
Come on.
You dance very well, really.
That's due to you. You know how to lead.
Most men can't do that anymore.
Oh? In that case...
You know how to hold your partner.
Well, girls? Enjoying yourselves?
- Kathe's drunk.
- Klara wants a fight.
- Kathe's contradictory.
- Kiara's talking drivel.
You're both ill-mannered.
Come on, Klara. I have to talk to you.
That's what you get.
- May I sit down next to you?
- Yes, be my guest.
- We've been dancing quite a while.
- I'm enjoying it.
Me too.
Well? Lots of dreadful people?
No, actually...
You're mean.
Sure.
- Harald is just too good for Monika.
- Thank you.
Why are you suddenly -
speaking so extremely well of Harald?
Let me be honest with you.
I am fond of Harald.
- You're making fun of me.
- That isn't true.
There you go again.
Why don't you just come to me and say,
“I need your help”?
- Because“.
- I'll tell you why.
Because you think I'm stupid.
- Oh, that's not true.
Just a little.
- But I'm not stupid.
Besides, I don't think Harald and Monika
are right for each other either.
You see, that's where you start.
You go over there
and tell him he's too good for her.
He'll be certain to believe you.
Are you here alone?
Without a girl, that is.
- I don't have one.
- You don't...
At your age, when one...
Life has let me down.
Oh.
I'm going, Marion.
- No one is paying any attention to me.
- Why is that?
There are lots of lovely people here.
No one is paying any attention to me.
I'm going.
- You've had plenty to drink.
Yes.
Schnapps.
I drank schnapps.
I'm so happy.
Thank you.
- She dances very well.
- Better than me?
Well now... Perhaps in a way.
A new broom sweeps clean.
That's exactly right.
- That's how men are. All of them.
- Now, now.
- You see it again and again.
- Yes. Men.
- That's right.
- And women? Well.
Cheers. May I have a dance?
It's really funny.
Unbelievably funny.
- What's that?
- How everyone keeps getting drunker.
You're the drunkest of all.
Me?
I'm not drunk at all.
Not at all. Not one bit.
You know, that got me thinking.
I mean, if she wants to split up,
then you should seize the opportunity.
She just not on a level with you.
She's working class.
That makes itself evident over time.
- And then -
- Don't waste your breath.
- I know Grandma sent you.
- Grandma.
Of course she did. Right?
All right then, yes.
But -
I do in some small way mean it seriously.
All right.
You can tell her
I've basically come to terms with it.
I...
I accept
that things between Monika and me
are pretty much washed up.
Maybe it was that way from the very start.
You can tell her I agree to the divorce.
- And . ..
- Sylvia?
I think a child is better off
with its mother.
Perhaps that's more important.
Well, I only know her
when she's hysterical.
- Hysterical?
- Of course.
She comes in and is always beside herself.
Oh, well, that's how fate would have it.
Yes, how fate would have it.
- Time to move on.
- Her crown's a bit tarnished, isn't it?
Who knows?
Besides, whose crown isn't tarnished?
I think it's time I went home.
- Good-bye.
- Good-bye. Have a safe trip home.
- And a very little flour.
- Flour?
Not much, but well “steered.”
Not “steered.” Stirred.
Yes. And no cinnamon.
No good cinnamon.
- Germans all use cinnamon.
- Germans no understand cooking.
- I had nearly forgotten that. Sorry.
- That's okay.
Well?
Go on and guess.
- Guess?
Come now, this is a serious matter.
Fine then. I was able to convince him.
He agrees to a divorce.
He agrees to - Oh, Klara, Klara!
- So quickly?
- What?
You managed so quickly -
- You were able to persuade him so quickly?
- Well, I talked quite fast.
- Klara.
- Yes?
Not lying, are you?
How can you say that?
You know very well -
Yes, Grandma, but...
- But?
- He really will agree to a divorce.
You dance really nicely.
- Yeah?
- Yes, honest. Very nicely.
No one else here dances as well as you.
- There you are again.
- Why? Was I gone?
- Well, I didn't see you. Sadly.
- Why sadly?
- Because I think you're nice, despite -
- Despite what?
Despite the fact
that you talk a lot of poop.
Poop? Oh, you mean “shit.”
No, no. I'm absolutely serious.
I really think you're very nice.
- How about we go someplace else?
- I'm the maid of honor.
A maid of honor can't just -
Where to then?
- Someplace where...
Well, someplace different from here.
All right.
Have you seen my wife?
- Which one?
- I only have one.
Just one? Poor man.
What?
Am I a Mormon?
He isn't a Mormon, you know.
He's not a Mormon.
No, he's not a Mormon.
Nonetheless,
I would've thought you had more than one.
Come on now, you know me.
You've known me...
almost eight years now.
You really should know
that I only have one.
Yeah.
How wrong one can be.
Think it over a bit.
Maybe you have more after all.
You're all drunk.
Drunk?
I'm not at all drunk.
- Not at all.
- I'm going now.
I'm not letting anyone call me drunk
when I'm as sober as can be.
As sober as can be.
- Are you taking a taxi?
- No, we're not taking a taxi. We're walking.
How was your wedding night?
Like this?
That was long ago.
You don't forget something like that.
You can't imagine what one forgets.
Even a wedding night?
Even a wedding night.
Could you please go and get me a drink?
- Sure, Grandma. A shot?
- A double shot.
Straightaway.
Okay, now brace yourself. Lean back.
He's going to agree to a divorce.
Grandma.
- Grandma, is that true?
- Yes.
Have I ever said an untrue word?
Here you go.
Right. To your future.
- Both of you.
- Thank you, Grandma.
Monika.
Come on, let's go.
They just aren't a good match.
She's a blue-collar girl,
and he has a tuxedo on.
Different worlds.
Thank God.
Thank you, Harald.
Mama, I was looking for you.
It's a nice party, isn't it?
Yes, it's a nice party.
I have to discuss something with you.
You're so serious. ls something wrong?
Jochen and I have decided
to look for our own apartment.
You want...
to leave me on my own?
No, Mama, we don't want
to leave you on your own.
We want to start our own life together.
Jochen really likes you.
He likes you very much, but...
And me too. I think it's right too.
I imagined it being so nice,
having lots of young people around me.
Then I could have
stayed young longer myself.
I'm really not that old yet.
I'm not all that old yet.
- Don't cry, Mama.
Please don't cry. I can't see you cry.
- Forget about it, Marion. It's okay.
You must know what's best for you,
just the two of you.
Mama.
I'm so terribly tired all of a sudden.
I was so happy today. I was really happy.
- I'll get you something to drink.
- Don't bother, love.
I'd like to go home. I -
Marion.
- Come on, I'll take you outside.
- Thank you.
Have you seen my wife?
A fat, little, dark-haired lady.
- Is this maybe her?
- Well, there is a certain resemblance.
- What is your name?
- Me? Ursula.
Like my wife. That's odd.
- And where do you live?
- Kreuzstrasse 23.
That's where I live too. Kreuzstrasse 23.
How much did your husband
bring home last Friday?
-323 marks and 20 pfennig.
- This is my wife.
It must be her.
There's just too many coincidences.
- It would be a few too many.
- May I take her home?
- Well, if you have to.
- I mean, I'm not entirely sure yet myself.
But I have to take some girl home tonight.
Or my wife will bop me on the head
with a rolling pin.
And she is very strong.
I have to say.
Well.
Let's go then.
Good-bye.
- Good-bye.
Good-bye.
Hello.
Gregor.
We can go.
My mission is complete.
Another mission complete, my missionary.
What was it this time?
You shouldn't make fun of me all the time.
It's not befitting.
She decides what's befitting.
- Yeah?
- Sure, because I know the score.
- Now tell him what your mission was.
- Monika and Harald.
- Monika and Harald?
- Yes.
Harald has agreed to a divorce.
- Really?
- I've done it.
- And I'm done in.
All right, then. And now hand me my fur.
I really meant it
when I said we were going.
She really meant it.
No one dances as well as you. Honest.
As light as a feather.
- Thanks. That's a nice compliment.
- Yes, every girl likes to hear that.
- Do you say that to every girl?
- Of course, if they all like to hear it.
Oh, well, all the same.
- Don't you think it's good?
- Yes, I think it's good.
It's sure to be right.
- There, you see.
- So Kathe is already in bed.
- Yes, well, she's tired.
- And you're not?
- Yes.
Yes, I'm tired too.
- Well, then go to bed.
Do you think I can just go?
- Sure. There's barely anyone left. Go on.
- Yeah.
Then I'll be going.
Good night.
- Good night.
He's completely out of it.
I'm taking him home.
- Don't let him fall.
- Thanks for the good advice.
- Sometimes good advice is useful.
No harm meant.
- Sure thing.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
And the pigeon, much young,
with everything else in a pot.
With vegetables, potatoes and all.
And then -
- I am drunk.
I feel sick.
Really sick?
Drunk.
Do you want to take something? A remedy.
No.
Take me to a... taxi.
- Me?
- I have to go home.
Of course.
You.
Are you scared?
Giuseppe not scared.
All right.
Bye. Hold me up.
HARALD AND MONIKA
EIGHT HOURS DON'T MAKE A DAY
A FAMILY SERIES FROM WDR
“Eight Hours Don't Make a Day” was shot
in 1:1.37 format for WDR TV
between April and August 1972.
Digital restoration
and color timing of the film
was made by scanning the preserved
16-mm original reversal film in 2k resolution
and digitizing
the 16-mm original-mix audio tapes.
A FAMILY SERIES
HARALD AND MONIKA
I have to go to school.
If you don't let me in now, I'm not going.
Got that?
- Be my guest.
- Thanks.
The head of the household threw me out.
It's nothing to laugh about.
You can go back in now.
- Is everything ready?
- Stop showing off.
Okay?
We have to buy toothpaste.
Toothpaste?
Toothpaste.
- Do you eat the toothpaste?
- I'm just thorough.
7. NYLONS - 8. EGGS - 9. TOOTHPASTE
So, what's she like?
- Who?
- Your mother.
- I forgot the toilet paper.
- We'll have to go back down.
- I always forget something.
- Women have to do that.
Now tell me what she's like.
Oh, you know, she's all right.
She's ill,
so you'll have to be considerate of her.
Does that mean
we have to change everything?
- We have to be smart about it. That's all.
- Smart, yes.
That's easier said than done.
- We'll manage all right.
Now then, when she comes...
two or three days later,
I'll introduce you to her.
And we'll build it up for her from there.
Got it?
- And?
- What?
Where?
I mean, where can we?
- Well, we can't at first.
What?
- You understand perfectly well.
- Man, oh, man.
I can't believe it.
Jochen,
my mother's not coming till Monday.
We still have a whole night
and a whole day.
Okay. Promise me
we'll spend the whole day in bed.
Yes.
- Yeah?
- Yes.
- Every second?
- Yes.
Have you gone crazy?
- Are we crazy?
- Yes, I think so.
- If she says so. She's always right.
- Make it snappy.
Nice and easy.
Take your time, not your life.
Can't you even let a guy sleep in
on a Sunday?
Let me go! Let me go!
Right.
Manni's going to make us breakfast now.
Do you think
Grandma's happy with Gregor?
Yes.
They make a good couple.
Father still says,
“Gregor is a bad influence on Grandma.”
Oh, come on.
Meeting Gregor was good for Grandma.
She wouldn't have had a life
at your parents'.
When old people have plenty to do,
they live longer.
You think?
It's statistically proven.
Besides, it's rejuvenated her.
But they do argue quite a lot.
Of course. It keeps you on your toes.
Arguing?
Sure.
You always have to figure out
how to outsmart the other person.
Maybe. I mean...
Maybe it'd be better if they got married.
Got married?
Why would they do that?
Since they're living together.
Or not?
Maybe you don't need to get married
if you like each other.
And us?
We're different.
We're young.
And...
people that have to, have to.
But...
maybe we don't need to do that either.
I can't imagine that at all right now -
getting married.
No?
I don't know.
I mean, it can wait. Can't it?
Yes.
Probably so.
Who is that?
I don't know. I'm not expecting anyone.
Marion, my love.
Mama.
- Who is that?
- That's Jochen.
Jochen.
Go out.
Would you please explain this to me?
- Mother, there's not much to explain.
- Exactly. My house is no brothel.
- Mama, we -
- Now listen here. I've always believed -
- Don't be so stubborn.
Young man, please get dressed and leave.
Mama, listen -
Our distinguished son,
gracing us with his presence again.
- Leave him be. He's a grown man.
- A grown man?
He's a child, that's what I say.
A child.
- Mama?
- Yes?
I was worried
there was nobody home but Dad.
Pretty quiet here compared to before.
Flowers interspersed, Love for Life,
Each Keepeth from Heartache
- Come in and have some coffee.
- Great.
Morning, Dad.
Something up with him?
- Ask him.
- Something up with you?
- Don't talk to me.
- He wants to talk.
- Well, I don't.
- What is this?
- Dad's angry.
- Not angry, right.
- Someone offend you?
- You only come home to visit.
- I told you, he's a grown man.
Go on, take his side.
- I don't get what your problem is.
-“I don't get your problem.”
- He should move out. Why's he even here?
- He's his own man.
Then he should act like a man.
Beat it. You have no business here anyway.
Go on, beat it.
There was no need for that.
- Has something happened?
- Well...
Nothing has happened, but, you know...
He's fond of you all. Do you understand?
And you?
Are you getting along with him all right?
- Yes, I'm... pretty happy.
I do like him after all.
And how is Marion?
Things are so-so.
Take care, Mama. I'm off to Grandma's.
And...
I'll be back this evening.
- Take care.
Come back in.
I'm coming, Wolf.
I'm on my way.
- Fritz hit me.
- He's much smaller than you.
Fritz. You can't - Just wait.
You can't do that.
- You said you wouldn't butt in.
- He's hitting him.
- Let them work it out.
- You always know better.
- He hit me.
Yes, but why?
- Because he kicked me.
- And why did he kick you?
Because he took Sabine's...
He tore off its head.
You -
Sabine. Come here for a second.
He tore off the doll's head.
- It's wasn't a nice doll anyway.
- Sabine.
Oh, the lovely dolly.
Here, here. Look over here.
It was a nice dolly.
Dolly...
My dolly...
He tore its head off.
He hit me.
Yes, but that's no reason
to go tearing a doll's head off.
Look here, a doll is like a little person.
- He kicked me.
- The door was open.
- Yes.
- He...
- She told me I was stupid.
- Is that true?
Did you tell him he was stupid?
- Yes.
Their parents are in the country
to get a bit of peace and quiet.
Now just leave those children in peace.
- You want me to leave them in peace?
- Yes. You always have to butt in.
- But the children -
- He should buy me a new dolly.
- He has no money.
- He'll have to get a job.
Gregor.
He's a child.
- Pardon?
- He's a child.
He can't rip off heads
if he can't be responsible.
He can't think about responsibility
before tearing off its head.
'Yes!
“No!
- Yes, he can.
- He did it because she said he was stupid.
- Because he said the doll was ugly.
- It is. Look at it.
- Well, that's a matter of taste.
- Exactly.
- Where... Where are the children?
- What children?
“What children?”
- Oh.
- Yes.
- Where are the children?
- Yes.
- Where are the children?
- Gone.
Wasn't that Jochen
who just came through here?
Hello. Hello? Who's there?
Say something, would you!
Hello?
Unbelievable.
Hello? Come on now, say something!
Are you trying to annoy me?
Unbelievable. The nerve of some people.
- It must be that -
- Jochen.
Yes, Jochen.
- You see?
- Hello? Yes, it's me this time.
Yes.
That...
Okay.
Well...
I love you, Jochen.
- No, my mother had a little mishap.
- That I have such a daughter.
- Stop laughing.
- I'll come at 6:00.
You're not going.
Of course I am, Mother.
No, I can't come any earlier.
You can't just contradict me. I am your -
Your mother. I know.
Not you, Jochen.
- Stop talking to him now.
Leave me in peace, the both of you.
I'll be there at 6:00. Bye.
I'm going at 5:30 no matter what you say.
I'm my own person after all.
Besides, Jochen's a fab guy.
You're mean, Mama.
He doesn't have anything to do with it.
Why would you do a thing like that?
- I want to get married.
- Okay.
What did you say?
- I want to get married.
This is a bit sudden, isn't it?
A piccolo of bubbly, please.
You know,
I was thinking that, as a woman, it's -
- Yes?
- It's...
It's more important
than it is for men because...
Because society... I mean...
People on the outside they...
Well, they talk and...
As a woman, it's just tough because...
Somehow everything gets...
It probably all gets decided by men
or something.
None of that matters though.
I just need you.
It felt so strange being on my own.
Here you are.
Thank you. Let me do that.
Thank you.
Forgive me.
I love you.
- You know, I...
- Yes?
- I've wanted to for a long time, but...
- But what?
- I want to work again.
- That's out of the question.
At least hear me out!
- Shouting puts you in the wrong.
- That's all you can do.
No clue about a thing, just smart remarks.
“Shouting puts you in the wrong.”
What a joke.
We've discussed this issue
at least a thousand times.
We've always agreed our child has priority
over your idiotic wishes.
Yes, idiotic. Great.
That's right, idiotic. What else?
They're not idiotic, Harald.
They're not idiotic at all.
I want to do something.
I can't just be here, doing nothing.
- Sure, if our child is nothing to you.
- Okay, Harald. Okay.
I understood your argument
until Sylvia started school.
But now you're just being mean.
- I'm not being mean.
Just sensible.
- Sensible.
Yes, sensible.
Okay, what will you do with Sylvia
after school is over?
- Why can't we leave her with Grandma?
- Because your grandma's a nutcase.
- Grandma -
- Sorry, but I'm talking now.
Your grandmother has no clue
what's proper.
Entrusting her with children
is almost criminal.
All I know is that the kids
are happy with Grandma.
Children don't need to be happy.
Children must be prepared for life,
and that means they need discipline.
Your grandmother isn't capable
of keeping her own affairs in order,
let alone preparing children
to do such things.
I think Grandma and Gregor
are very happy together.
Happiness again.
It seems to be the only criterion you know.
I'm not interested
in whether I'm happy or not.
What is that anyway? Happiness.
I have to do my job,
to do what is required of me.
And I have to make sure that I do it well.
I can be happy
when everything else is in order.
Exactly.
And that's why you are how you are.
Yes, Monika. I'm proud of that.
Proud, do you understand?
Yes, I understand you.
But I want to be happy, Harald.
And I want to be proud of that
and of nothing else.
- Manni?
- Yes?
It's bedtime, okay?
Manni. Can't you hear me?
I have to say everything twice
before anyone hears me.
- Night.
- Did you brush your teeth?
- Yes.
- Then sleep tight.
Hey.
- Still offended?
- I wasn't offended, because I'm right.
Let me do that. You take a break.
Run around with men if you like.
Someone has to do the work.
- Where's the housekeeping book?
- In the right-hand drawer.
Mama.
Yes?
Jochen and I want to get married.
We love each other very much.
What does he do? I mean, what's his job?
Jochen?
Jochen makes tools.
Not hammers and pliers.
Important, very precisely worked machines.
He's got genuine responsibilities.
They work from drawings.
They're extremely complicated.
Regular people wouldn't have a clue
what to do with them.
Jochen is pretty good at it.
He knows his work very well.
He's sure to be foreman or something
one day, you know?
So he's a worker, your Jochen.
Yes, Mother.
He's a worker.
And have you thought this all over
very carefully?
Yes, Mama.
I've thought it all over very carefully.
Then I'll certainly hold my tongue.
But my approval, well...
A worker.
You know what breaks loose at my house
if I'm home half an hour late?
All hell, that's what.
“You cheated on me.” “You always lie.”
“You do as you please.” And so on.
I'd love to do as I please.
What do you think would happen then?
And if you have a drink - a beer or two -
then you're a drunkard or a murderer.
At least you're not far off.
But...
But Marion, she -
She's different.
Way different. Honest.
Don't you think everyone has thought that?
I'd have sworn it.
I'd have bet my life on it.
Bullshit.
Then you'd be six feet under by now,
right?
Well?
- Done for the day?
- No. Our boy wants to get married.
- That merits a break.
- What? You want to get married?
Me? No, him.
YOU'?
Oh, man!
I thought you had more brains than that.
You see?
He put it nice and simple.
If you've got brains,
you'll steer clear of it.
I do understand your mother, my dear.
After all, your father was a civil servant.
Mid level.
You know exactly what I mean.
- And that Jochen -
- Jochen is just a worker. I know that.
You just don't want to see it.
You're worlds apart.
Worlds apart? Perhaps you can
explain that more precisely.
A worker comes home after work
and is dead on his feet.
- Because he works.
- Great.
What do you get
from a guy who's always tired? What?
Why exactly are you worried
about my sex life?
Get your own, why don't you?
Marion.
Please forgive me, but I'm pretty furious.
He'll get drunk every Friday.
- Not even you believe that.
- You'll see for yourself.
So what?
If a guy likes getting drunk,
or can't help it,
what would you know about that?
And his friends, they'll be the people
in your social circle.
Just the thought of it...
I didn't know you had such a filthy mind.
Sorry. It's none of my business.
I'm no judge. Fine.
I can only reiterate that it's not our world.
That I know.
You have no clue what your world is,
let alone other people's.
I've tried to explain that to you
so many times.
And how do you envision things
with your mother?
My mother is my mother.
And I'm me.
Monika.
Do you have 15 minutes or so?
Uh-huh. Okay.
You can keep typing, my dear.
I shall.
One has to be good for something, right?
I really can't take it anymore.
Just refusals and small-minded arguments.
When he doesn't know what else to say,
he says, “That's just how it is.”
“That's just how it is.”
- Have you already figured something out?
- Like what?
I mean,
are you really serious about it now?
I just don't know, Marion.
I just don't know.
I'm so tired, so...
If I only knew what I should do.
What if you just looked for a job
and took Sylvia to Grandma?
See how he reacts when you get serious
instead of just talking about it.
What do you mean just talking?
You try being married.
Everything is totally different then.
Believe me.
Everything-
I really didn't mean any harm.
I just mean it's always better to take action
than simply talk all the time.
So are you scared of thunderstorms or not?
- No.
- No? None of you?
- So what do you do then?
- I am.
- So you get scared?
- I hide under my covers.
- You do too?
- I get my brother -
- Me too.
- You all -
- If I hear thunder -
- Under the covers.
“What are the features
of modern child-rearing?”
It's crucial
children develop their imaginations.
I'd maybe write
“Freeing their imaginations.”
- Their imaginations?
- They'll want to hear something else.
Well, maybe, I mean -
isn't it better
to write what they want to hear?
We can always do
what we feel is right, can't we?
- You're always trying to outsmart someone.
- Of course.
But you're probably right. Write...
“Children must, at an early age,
learn that life is full of hardship
and they must, first and foremost,
learn how to conform.”
- Yes, that's good.
- I bet they'll like that.
All right then. “Children must...
at” -
Was that “at a premature age”?
-“At an early age.”
Airplanes start off very slowly,
and then they go faster and faster
until they are going very fast,
faster than they can actually go.
Then they have to fly up into the air.
Does he really hit her?
She's a grown-up.
- He really hits her, in the face.
- When I'm grown up, I won't do that.
I think it's mean.
- You're pretty smart, aren't you?
If I really think about it, I guess so.
Mama.
Sylvia.
- Grandma.
- Yes, Monika.
What's wrong?
You look pretty upset.
Are you troubled?
Oh, Grandma.
I'm so unhappy.
Why is she crying, Gregor?
She's a grown-up.
Yes, everyone cries sometimes.
It really helps you let go of things
sometimes.
- Grown-ups too?
- Yes, grown-ups in particular.
- I never would've thought that.
- Well, now you know.
Just calm down now.
- Everything will be okay.
- Yes.
I'll get a grip on myself again.
There.
Now then.
Yeah.
That's it.
You really have to think about it.
Think long and hard about it, because...
That's quite a decision.
- That's right. The biggest decision, right?
The biggest, Kathe. You're right there.
And your Marion, she's...
She's very nice.
- But?
- No buts. She's most definitely nice, right?
Yes. She's very nice.
That's right.
But if you're not entirely sure, I mean...
You should think it over.
Yes, Wolf.
You have to think it over a few times.
There's no going back.
You'll be caught up in it, forever.
“Forever.” Now that's a pretty long word.
Pretty long, Wolf. Pretty long.
What's her mother like?
Well...
a bit of a crackpot.
But otherwise...
There you go.
A daughter's bound to end up
like her mother one day.
- Nonsense, Father.
- Nonsense? It's a known fact.
A known fact, plain and simple.
Everyone knows that. Everyone.
Yes, everyone knows that.
Believe your father. Sometimes he's right.
What does your mother say?
She's staying out of it.
She's staying out of it?
What does that mean?
- She's staying out of it.
- Staying out of it. Staying out of it.
I'm starting to feel
like we want something really terrible.
- You don't want to anymore?
- Come on.
Just say it. I can take it. Honest.
Oh, don't be silly. I am who I am.
And I really don't care one bit
what other people say.
- But -
- But everyone can't be wrong, right?
Don't put words in my mouth.
Please.
Look.
You want to, and so do I.
And the others, they -
They have no idea about us.
Right?
No, the others have no idea.
I love you.
Love you more.
I'll get it.
- But...
- Who is it?
It's Jochen.
A little something.
- I just thought...
- Oh, they really are beautiful.
Close the door, Marion.
You said you were just thinking?
Me? Oh, yes.
I just thought they might
brighten up your day a bit and...
No one has given me flowers in years.
Thank you.
Come on in.
Marion's nearly finished with dinner.
Are you not well?
- I'm fine, thanks. I'm fine.
- She's a little bewildered. Come on in.
Well, the food is ready.
Now that we have one more mouth to feed,
we'll just have to ration everything a bit.
It sure tastes good.
Yeah?
- Marion can cook well.
- I know.
Yes, I had nearly forgotten.
I wonder how.
- Especially the sauce.
- Garlic sauce.
- Really, garlic? I wouldn't have guessed.
- Yes.
- If you don't know.
- It is garlic.
Jndeed.
- Marion and I want to marry.
She's a very nice girl.
She's attractive, and she can cook.
- I wouldn't say anything against it.
- Mama!
- Hello. Come in.
- Hello.
- Monika.
- Oh, you're here.
- Then maybe I'll leave.
- Come on in. Come.
Hi.
- Here. This is my mother.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- My sister.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Sit down. Are you hungry?
- No, thank you. I've already eaten.
I'm so embarrassed.
- About what?
- I didn't know your mother, and...
- She's great.
- Thank you very much.
- Yes.
Yes.
Go on, tell us. What happened?
I went ahead with the job
like we discussed.
It was already my second day there, and -
I felt really comfortable there.
And today, out of nowhere,
Harald showed up.
And he screamed, “Get out of here.”
I felt so ashamed.
I've never seen such rage before. Never.
I tried to calm him down, of course.
No good.
He pulled me out of there and hit me,
really hit me in front of everyone.
I can't take it anymore.
What should I do?
We'll figure something out.
Leave for a while.
Pack your things and go.
- That isn't fair.
- Why should she be fair if he -
It's not right to react
to someone's bullshit with more bullshit.
Marion.
Well, it's true.
This back-and-forth has been endless.
What do you want to do?
Well, to end it. I want to end it.
But I don't know how.
I have no idea how you do that.
Okay.
Ending it is okay.
You just have to know how.
It has to be fair.
You agree about being fair?
Yes, of course.
I just didn't think it over long enough.
Exactly.
Yes, sorry, but -
- How can you be fair when splitting up?
- How?
By not playing tricks,
secretly packing up and running off and all.
- Pretty wise, my daughter, isn't she?
- Yes.
Right?
Oh, you're being ironic.
No, never.
We absolutely get what you're saying.
Right?
Absolutely. Most definitely.
All right.
You go to him and say you want a divorce.
You say, “I don't want to argue with you.
I want everything to go smoothly,
peacefully, and amicably.”
You tell him, “I understand you.
I understand your ideas and all,
but I'm different.”
And Sylvia has to stay with you.
He has to understand that.
So.
- You want a divorce?
- Yes, Harald.
There's no other possibility anymore, sadly.
Fine.
Fine. I agree.
Yes?
Yes.
If you can no longer live with me,
then go ahead.
But...
But one thing has to be said.
My daughter stays with me.
That's not up for discussion.
Hey, we'll manage it all right.
No. You won't manage a thing.
Nothing at all. You can depend on that.
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Well.
- Yep.
- That sure was a load of work, wasn't it?
I never dreamt we'd need all those papers.
Come on.
Come on.
Yes, Manfred will be a good best man.
I'm sure
he'll be way more nervous than us.
-Irmgard too.
- Come again?
It's obvious lrmgard
will be my maid of honor.
Come on now,
she's been my friend for years.
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REGISTRY OFFICE
- Speak German. You're better at it.
- Over my dead body.
- She'll bring us 30 years of sorrow.
- It's just a formality.
- But it will mean a lot to her.
- Never.
- She has a load of crap in her head.
- No. That's just all she's learned.
- Okay. But what's in it is in it.
- At her core, she's good.
- Says you.
- That's right.
- No.
- Yes.
- No.
- Yes.
- And I'm inviting all my girlfriends.
- Yeah, sure.
And I meant that seriously.
- What?
- What I said about my girlfriends.
Two coffees, please.
Now, be honest.
They're sure to be a bunch of silly women.
- Pardon me?
- Well...
I just mean a bunch of girls,
that's sure to be pretty stupid.
- Stupid?
- Well, yeah.
- Then your friends are crude.
- Because they're workers?
- Nice.
- I didn't mean that.
Sure you did. Just be honest.
Seeing as we're at it.
But I didn't mean it that way.
Please forgive me.
Here you are.
So we finally get to know each other.
Look, my mother is ill.
She needs help now and then.
I mean, a certain sense of responsibility,
everyone has that.
Okay.
I mean, I like your mother well enough.
At least there's that. But...
Living with her?
I just don't know.
All right. Then where do you want to live?
With your parents?
- Well, I would rather do that.
- Rather than live with my mother?
Well, she is a bit odd.
Look at your family.
Like they're not odd.
Odd? They're not at all odd. What's odd?
You said it! You said my mother was odd!
She is.
Okay, fine. Then she's odd.
All the same,
I'll never move in with your parents.
- Never.
- Then forget it.
- Okay, if you say so.
- Fine, let's forget it.
It doesn't matter to me. Not in the least.
- Don't be so angry. Life goes on.
- Leave me in peace, Mama.
Good, I'll keep my mouth shut.
- Oh, Mama.
- Well, you're right.
- What business is it of mine?
- Mama.
I'll get it.
Hello. What an eminent visitor.
- Troubles?
- I'm all right.
- Who is it?
- Monika.
Go on in.
- Hello. How are you?
- Well, things aren't getting any easier.
And you?
- I'm alive.
- Could be worse.
Look.
What is it?
A letter from Harald's lawyer.
What has he written?
- Hey.
- What?
What does it say?
Oh.
Yeah, well...
Seems Harald doesn't want
to agree to a divorce anymore.
What a dirty trick.
I mean, good God.
We had discussed it all, nice and calm.
We had come to an agreement.
And now...
I have to live under the same roof
with someone like him.
Well, you may really want to rethink it.
What?
- Mama said you may want to rethink it.
- That's right.
I still don't think you understand me.
I'm not joking.
The way life is now is unbearable.
Unbearable, do you understand that?
Well, it can't be all that bad.
After all,
you did want to be with him once.
I mean, I told you back then -
- I'm not interested in what you said then.
I'm interested in how you act now.
He just means you may want
to reconsider your actions calmly.
I've considered my words very carefully.
And I've explained exactly why
to you often enough.
We just mean
that sometimes people can be a little...
-impulsive.
-Impulsive. Exactly.
And -
- Thanks.
Thank you very much for your help.
Thank you so very much.
Now, Monika...
You guys really are a bit stupid.
All we said
was that she shouldn't jump the gun.
Oh, yes, you're so clever.
Do you understand that?
No.
- Where are you going to go now?
- No idea.
Where should I go?
There's no one else I can go to.
Well...
We can go to Grandma's.
I didn't even think of that.
Of course.
Grandma always thinks of something.
You know...
our parents have no clue.
They're not being mean or anything.
They just don't know any better.
- I know that.
Nonetheless, I still think
that sooner or later they'll get it.
How are things between you two?
Do you still speak?
Hardly.
Just about the absolute necessities.
I come home at about 6:00 or so.
A pretty nasty state of affairs.
“Nasty” doesn't even begin to describe it.
It really is almost impossible to bear.
And he grins the whole time.
He doesn't stop grinning.
You know his grin.
Sometimes I really feel like hitting him.
But that's just what he wants,
for me to hit him.
Or for me to get hysterical or something.
- Yes, probably.
Sylvia?
Oh, she's quite sensible.
I told her
that she should stay out of it all.
Because“.
She may have to stay there.
I don't know what to do about anything.
Come on. Everything will work out.
Well, well, well.
Now, that is mean.
- Typical lawyer.
- Yes. So mean.
- Right?
Yes.
Come on, love, have a drink. It helps.
Take it from an old woman.
- Grandma.
I always say that.
I've always said he's mean.
- Grandma.
- Yes.
I know that doesn't help now.
Still, it always feels good to be right.
- Now, Grandma -
- Yes, I'll keep quiet.
So what should we do now?
Do you have an idea?
- If you don't have one, I certainly don't.
- Always the same. How about you?
- No.
- You?
Well, I...
I have no idea either.
- Same as me.
Oh, yes, I do!
I'll have a talk with Aunt Klara.
- Aunt Klara is worse than Harald.
- That's just it.
We have to cast out one evil
with another evil.
Advertising office, please.
I'd like to speak to Marion.
Who is calling?
She's asking who I am.
- Tell her the truth.
- But then -
- Come on, do it.
- Whatever you say.
Hello?
Hello?
Hung UP-
- Who was that?
- No idea.
- Dial again.
- Whatever you say.
Three, four...
two, four...
five...
nine.
Could you get me the advertising office?
Hello.
Hello.
Yes, it's me again.
Our call just got cut off.
I'd like to speak to Marion.
I'm Manfred Muller.
She's not in. Try another time, please.
Was that Jochen?
Maybe it's better this way.
My goodness. It's what you wanted.
- No.
- Yes.
I forgot. Honest.
- Hey.
- Yes?
Can I leave
two hours early today, Franz? I -
- I have to do something.
- Not sorted out yet?
- No.
- Okay, then beat it.
Thanks. Thank you, boss.
If- If he calls back again, then -
Then I'm in.
- He won't, not if he has any character.
Jochen.
- Come with me.
- You stay put.
I have to go.
- It's my fault -
- No, mine. I was wrong.
- No, I was.
- I insulted your mother.
- You didn't. In fact -
- Yes, I did.
- I insulted your parents.
- You'd never do that.
- I did. I said they're odd.
- They are.
I insulted your friends.
- You said they were stupid.
And they are.
I called your friends crude.
You didn't really mean that.
You can't have really meant that.
No.
I'm pretty happy now. Honest.
So am I.
Once you've signed this, you're married.
- Do you want to go first?
- No, you go ahead.
No, you go ahead.
All right, then.
Well - Fair enough.
Fair enough?
Yes. Fair enough.
Right, and now you.
I hereby declare you man and wife.
Congratulations.
Congratulations.
Congratulations. Congratulations.
Next, please.
It sure is a strange mix of people here.
İsn't it?
Well, sure.
Most of them are already pretty drunk.
Most people are not pleasant
when they've been drinking.
It's all right.
You're not exactly very talkative
at the moment.
No.
- I'm so hot for you.
- Oh, come on.
- Honestly.
- Oh, Wolf. Stop it.
But if I tell you I want you?
You have time for that later.
- But I want to now.
- No.
I'll never get married. Never.
It only brings unhappiness and such.
On the other hand,
I'm not actually at all...
Sure.
I had my honeymoon in the Black Forest.
At a lake - Titisee.
But, if I'm honest, it was pretty dull.
Aren't you going on a honeymoon?
Well...
No, we're not.
- People don't do that anymore.
And it's right that way.
Marriage is a sensible, everyday thing.
Don't you agree?
Your grandma's great.
She always knows the deal.
I'm super great, as my Gregor always says.
Right?
- Are you a worker too?
- Got a problem with that?
No. But you don't look like one at all.
- But I am one.
- Oh, well.
None of that matters nowadays anyway.
Of course they'll live with me.
My apartment's big.
One person more or less
makes no difference.
The apartments they build today,
on the other hand,
are absolutely atrocious, right?
You should see our apartment.
They're dumps, real dumps.
Then put cheese on the dough.
And on top of that, fishes.
- Fishes?
Yes, fishes. Anchovies.
Then bake.
- Bake.
- Bake. But not much. Okay?
- Okay. And then?
- Jochen, do you think I should get started?
- No, wait a bit.
Okay.
Whatever you say.
Grandma, you always have
some trick or other up your sleeve.
What? Was there something there?
- Should I dance with Mother-in-law?
- Mother-in-law?
- Jochen's mother-in-law, of course.
- Of course.
- So you're Monika's husband?
- Yes.
So you're Jochen's brother-in-law
and Marion's...
- Brother-in-law too.
- Yes, probably. And what are you to me?
- There's no name for it.
- Mother-in-law. I want a dance.
- Are you drunk again?
- Leave him be. He has reason enough.
And it's none of your damn business.
Now, do you want to dance?
Yes, I'd love to. Let's go.
- Don't sit around sulking.
- That's easy for you to say.
Do you want to dance with me?
Sure. Let's go.
So are you having a good time?
It's all right.
Do you want to dance?
Maybe some other time.
Are you the one who can't stand workers?
Me?
Yes, well...
No matter.
You can always learn new things.
- Do you think so?
- Yes.
No one pays any attention to me here.
I get the feeling you could
do just as well without me.
Aunt Klara, we could never do that.
- What would we be without you?
- That's right.
You'll have to take the reins yourself
if you want attention.
Please, Kathe. You're drunk.
İsn't he a good foreman?
Yes, more or less.
More or less. I see.
Yeah, well.
- He can hardly pay me compliments.
- He can hardly do that, yes.
- Most people don't put in “garalic.”
- Garlic.
Garlic, yes.
But very important,
because taste... is more.
- Come with me.
- Why? I want to stay here.
- I want you away from that wop.
- But he's very nice.
Swine.
- Spaghetti.
- Spaghetti's better than pork.
Come on.
You dance very well, really.
That's due to you. You know how to lead.
Most men can't do that anymore.
Oh? In that case...
You know how to hold your partner.
Well, girls? Enjoying yourselves?
- Kathe's drunk.
- Klara wants a fight.
- Kathe's contradictory.
- Kiara's talking drivel.
You're both ill-mannered.
Come on, Klara. I have to talk to you.
That's what you get.
- May I sit down next to you?
- Yes, be my guest.
- We've been dancing quite a while.
- I'm enjoying it.
Me too.
Well? Lots of dreadful people?
No, actually...
You're mean.
Sure.
- Harald is just too good for Monika.
- Thank you.
Why are you suddenly -
speaking so extremely well of Harald?
Let me be honest with you.
I am fond of Harald.
- You're making fun of me.
- That isn't true.
There you go again.
Why don't you just come to me and say,
“I need your help”?
- Because“.
- I'll tell you why.
Because you think I'm stupid.
- Oh, that's not true.
Just a little.
- But I'm not stupid.
Besides, I don't think Harald and Monika
are right for each other either.
You see, that's where you start.
You go over there
and tell him he's too good for her.
He'll be certain to believe you.
Are you here alone?
Without a girl, that is.
- I don't have one.
- You don't...
At your age, when one...
Life has let me down.
Oh.
I'm going, Marion.
- No one is paying any attention to me.
- Why is that?
There are lots of lovely people here.
No one is paying any attention to me.
I'm going.
- You've had plenty to drink.
Yes.
Schnapps.
I drank schnapps.
I'm so happy.
Thank you.
- She dances very well.
- Better than me?
Well now... Perhaps in a way.
A new broom sweeps clean.
That's exactly right.
- That's how men are. All of them.
- Now, now.
- You see it again and again.
- Yes. Men.
- That's right.
- And women? Well.
Cheers. May I have a dance?
It's really funny.
Unbelievably funny.
- What's that?
- How everyone keeps getting drunker.
You're the drunkest of all.
Me?
I'm not drunk at all.
Not at all. Not one bit.
You know, that got me thinking.
I mean, if she wants to split up,
then you should seize the opportunity.
She just not on a level with you.
She's working class.
That makes itself evident over time.
- And then -
- Don't waste your breath.
- I know Grandma sent you.
- Grandma.
Of course she did. Right?
All right then, yes.
But -
I do in some small way mean it seriously.
All right.
You can tell her
I've basically come to terms with it.
I...
I accept
that things between Monika and me
are pretty much washed up.
Maybe it was that way from the very start.
You can tell her I agree to the divorce.
- And . ..
- Sylvia?
I think a child is better off
with its mother.
Perhaps that's more important.
Well, I only know her
when she's hysterical.
- Hysterical?
- Of course.
She comes in and is always beside herself.
Oh, well, that's how fate would have it.
Yes, how fate would have it.
- Time to move on.
- Her crown's a bit tarnished, isn't it?
Who knows?
Besides, whose crown isn't tarnished?
I think it's time I went home.
- Good-bye.
- Good-bye. Have a safe trip home.
- And a very little flour.
- Flour?
Not much, but well “steered.”
Not “steered.” Stirred.
Yes. And no cinnamon.
No good cinnamon.
- Germans all use cinnamon.
- Germans no understand cooking.
- I had nearly forgotten that. Sorry.
- That's okay.
Well?
Go on and guess.
- Guess?
Come now, this is a serious matter.
Fine then. I was able to convince him.
He agrees to a divorce.
He agrees to - Oh, Klara, Klara!
- So quickly?
- What?
You managed so quickly -
- You were able to persuade him so quickly?
- Well, I talked quite fast.
- Klara.
- Yes?
Not lying, are you?
How can you say that?
You know very well -
Yes, Grandma, but...
- But?
- He really will agree to a divorce.
You dance really nicely.
- Yeah?
- Yes, honest. Very nicely.
No one else here dances as well as you.
- There you are again.
- Why? Was I gone?
- Well, I didn't see you. Sadly.
- Why sadly?
- Because I think you're nice, despite -
- Despite what?
Despite the fact
that you talk a lot of poop.
Poop? Oh, you mean “shit.”
No, no. I'm absolutely serious.
I really think you're very nice.
- How about we go someplace else?
- I'm the maid of honor.
A maid of honor can't just -
Where to then?
- Someplace where...
Well, someplace different from here.
All right.
Have you seen my wife?
- Which one?
- I only have one.
Just one? Poor man.
What?
Am I a Mormon?
He isn't a Mormon, you know.
He's not a Mormon.
No, he's not a Mormon.
Nonetheless,
I would've thought you had more than one.
Come on now, you know me.
You've known me...
almost eight years now.
You really should know
that I only have one.
Yeah.
How wrong one can be.
Think it over a bit.
Maybe you have more after all.
You're all drunk.
Drunk?
I'm not at all drunk.
- Not at all.
- I'm going now.
I'm not letting anyone call me drunk
when I'm as sober as can be.
As sober as can be.
- Are you taking a taxi?
- No, we're not taking a taxi. We're walking.
How was your wedding night?
Like this?
That was long ago.
You don't forget something like that.
You can't imagine what one forgets.
Even a wedding night?
Even a wedding night.
Could you please go and get me a drink?
- Sure, Grandma. A shot?
- A double shot.
Straightaway.
Okay, now brace yourself. Lean back.
He's going to agree to a divorce.
Grandma.
- Grandma, is that true?
- Yes.
Have I ever said an untrue word?
Here you go.
Right. To your future.
- Both of you.
- Thank you, Grandma.
Monika.
Come on, let's go.
They just aren't a good match.
She's a blue-collar girl,
and he has a tuxedo on.
Different worlds.
Thank God.
Thank you, Harald.
Mama, I was looking for you.
It's a nice party, isn't it?
Yes, it's a nice party.
I have to discuss something with you.
You're so serious. ls something wrong?
Jochen and I have decided
to look for our own apartment.
You want...
to leave me on my own?
No, Mama, we don't want
to leave you on your own.
We want to start our own life together.
Jochen really likes you.
He likes you very much, but...
And me too. I think it's right too.
I imagined it being so nice,
having lots of young people around me.
Then I could have
stayed young longer myself.
I'm really not that old yet.
I'm not all that old yet.
- Don't cry, Mama.
Please don't cry. I can't see you cry.
- Forget about it, Marion. It's okay.
You must know what's best for you,
just the two of you.
Mama.
I'm so terribly tired all of a sudden.
I was so happy today. I was really happy.
- I'll get you something to drink.
- Don't bother, love.
I'd like to go home. I -
Marion.
- Come on, I'll take you outside.
- Thank you.
Have you seen my wife?
A fat, little, dark-haired lady.
- Is this maybe her?
- Well, there is a certain resemblance.
- What is your name?
- Me? Ursula.
Like my wife. That's odd.
- And where do you live?
- Kreuzstrasse 23.
That's where I live too. Kreuzstrasse 23.
How much did your husband
bring home last Friday?
-323 marks and 20 pfennig.
- This is my wife.
It must be her.
There's just too many coincidences.
- It would be a few too many.
- May I take her home?
- Well, if you have to.
- I mean, I'm not entirely sure yet myself.
But I have to take some girl home tonight.
Or my wife will bop me on the head
with a rolling pin.
And she is very strong.
I have to say.
Well.
Let's go then.
Good-bye.
- Good-bye.
Good-bye.
Hello.
Gregor.
We can go.
My mission is complete.
Another mission complete, my missionary.
What was it this time?
You shouldn't make fun of me all the time.
It's not befitting.
She decides what's befitting.
- Yeah?
- Sure, because I know the score.
- Now tell him what your mission was.
- Monika and Harald.
- Monika and Harald?
- Yes.
Harald has agreed to a divorce.
- Really?
- I've done it.
- And I'm done in.
All right, then. And now hand me my fur.
I really meant it
when I said we were going.
She really meant it.
No one dances as well as you. Honest.
As light as a feather.
- Thanks. That's a nice compliment.
- Yes, every girl likes to hear that.
- Do you say that to every girl?
- Of course, if they all like to hear it.
Oh, well, all the same.
- Don't you think it's good?
- Yes, I think it's good.
It's sure to be right.
- There, you see.
- So Kathe is already in bed.
- Yes, well, she's tired.
- And you're not?
- Yes.
Yes, I'm tired too.
- Well, then go to bed.
Do you think I can just go?
- Sure. There's barely anyone left. Go on.
- Yeah.
Then I'll be going.
Good night.
- Good night.
He's completely out of it.
I'm taking him home.
- Don't let him fall.
- Thanks for the good advice.
- Sometimes good advice is useful.
No harm meant.
- Sure thing.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
And the pigeon, much young,
with everything else in a pot.
With vegetables, potatoes and all.
And then -
- I am drunk.
I feel sick.
Really sick?
Drunk.
Do you want to take something? A remedy.
No.
Take me to a... taxi.
- Me?
- I have to go home.
Of course.
You.
Are you scared?
Giuseppe not scared.
All right.
Bye. Hold me up.
HARALD AND MONIKA
EIGHT HOURS DON'T MAKE A DAY
A FAMILY SERIES FROM WDR
“Eight Hours Don't Make a Day” was shot
in 1:1.37 format for WDR TV
between April and August 1972.
Digital restoration
and color timing of the film
was made by scanning the preserved
16-mm original reversal film in 2k resolution
and digitizing
the 16-mm original-mix audio tapes.