You...
you, whom we love...
you do not see us...
you do not hear us.
You imagine us in the far distance...
yet we are so near.
We are messengers...
who bring closeness to those who are distant.
We are messengers...
who bring the light to those who are in darkness.
We are messengers...
who bring the word to those who question.
We are neither the light, nor the message.
We are the messengers.
We...
are nothing.
You are, for us...
everything.
Most children's accidents don't happen in traffic.
They happen at home when some medicine lies around.
Naturally, one can always get divorced!
They can't even issue receipts, much less guarantees.
West Berlin looks just like East Berlin. What's all the fuss?
Saying it's colder in the north than in the south-- that's big news!
Yes, the age-old question.
The meaning of life. Why is mankind here?
Such a short moment, compared with eternity.
I wonder, is it better or worse for people not to know their fate?
Better, I think, since they search throughout their lives...
and ponder the purpose of their existence.
Here are some very moving verses...
by our fellow country man...
Fyodor Tyuchev, poet and diplomat.
"Unity...
as proclaimed the world over...
can only be forged...
with blood and steel.
We shall let love show us the way.
Then we shall see which one lasts longer. "
I'm certain that a secure world...
can't be built on blood.
Only on harmony.
We humans-- politicians, philosophers...
actors, workers, farmers...
people of all creeds...
we must agree on this.
If we can agree only on this, we will solve all the rest.
To every thing there is a season...
a time to every purpose under heaven.
There is a time to be born...
a time to die...
a time to kill...
a time to heal...
a time to weep...
a time to laugh...
a time to seek...
a time to keep silent...
How do you cry when you have no eyes?
a time to speak...
Bird's-eye view... soldiers fleeing.
a time to love.
They seem to flee from each other.
If only our tears could help them, Raphaela.
If only we could light up their darkness occasionally.
Let us never stop celebrating the light, Cassiel.
The light alone reveals them to themselves.
What am I now?
- A time... - Poplars near the house.
- to love... - Two poplars. They form a gate...
- a time... - through which one must pass.
- to hate... - They must grow. The path is so easy.
- a time... - It maybe long...
for conflict...
but He will forgive every step you've taken.
a time...
Otherwise the poplars wouldn't be there.
for peace.
Always two poplars. One gate.
Come, Path. Now you must be the only one.
But why can't I come with you?
- You've got to get well. - I'm well.
And your sore throat?
What a drag! Why can't we go on Saturday?
That would be a great idea, if Konrad would remember to eat.
But he forgets that he should eat.
So wear your scarf, and don't play outside.
I know that. I'm not stupid.
I'll go to my room and play Game-boy.
I hope that's allowed...
if someone has a sore throat.
Most of us are so boring because our cities are so boring.
Long ago the nomads must have been overcome by boredom...
so they said, "Let us build, here and there and there...
some hideous cities made of stone...
so that our world-weariness lies in the squares and streets...
houses and apartments.
Because we're empty and we're all in!
We're all empty and all in. "
What's that called?
"Chasing the wind... "
Something is needed-- some kind of joy.
Konrad?
Murphy.
"Today is like any other day.
Time goes by much slower. "
What a strange thought!
As if time were painful.
Konrad?
Konrad.
Oh, Hanna.
A hug.
Watch out. I'm covered in oil.
It doesn't matter. You always are.
Where's our little sweetheart?
- She's got a sore throat. - Now? In the middle of summer?
Give her lots of ice-cream.
It's soothing.
You and your home remedies!
It'll be gone tomorrow.
Yes.
I always gave you ice-cream when you had a sore throat.
Except once.
Really? Oh, yes!
I had to call the doctor. I don't remember the reason.
I had diphtheria.
If you need me, I'll be in the trailer.
Fine.
Hanna?
Old men and their housekeeping!
Young men are even more untidy.
It's just that there are more reasons to forgive them.
That's the difference. Right, you old eagle?
Such nonsense! Why am I talking to you?
You're still a young bird...
built in 1938.
Wasn't that just yesterday?
I remember what was going on in the world when you appeared.
The Anschluss of Austria, then the skirmishes...
with the Czechs.
The smell of war was in the air...
although no one knew what kind of war.
You were sent to the front...
because of your sliding roof...
which is normally meant for sunshine and fresh air.
Well...
that assignment wasn't spelled out in your factory guarantee.
Bing, bang, you were ready for war time use.
Everything is ready for war time use...
anytime, anywhere.
Our passengers were all top brass.
I always said being a chauffeur is not a job.
It's the only extra marital relationship...
where you gain nothing.
Drive a customer down to the Sudeten land...
and back to the city the same evening.
To Thuringia, to Bavaria...
way up to the coast.
Three hours' waiting Regensburg!
I paced back and forth...
without letting you out of my sight.
You were so new, my agle...
and so damned beautiful.
Only once did we get carried away.
Two minutes before the end...
in April, 1945.
But that was enough, Doctor!
Or when we were on loan to someone...
whose driver had pneumonia.
If time were merely painful to them...
then their perfection would make no sense.
This small piece of a human being is perfect.
A tooth!
Whoever observes it can see a face...
can see eyes, can hear breathing.
In some places, time seems to want to linger.
Not that it stands still. It just moves in different ways.
These maybe places where people once worked...
talked in confusion and cursed.
Then, one day, these places were no longer important.
This breathing is now...
and now...
and still now.
What's keeping him?
The world is about to end!
Okay, let's see you step on it!
I'll do my best, Mr. Becker.
It's the last plane!
If writing appeared in the sky now, saying...
"You Germans are no longer needed in this world"...
what a blessing that would be!
Will there be many Germans in America, Dad?
Any kids that I know?
Anton, you'll meet American kids.
Real pals. Boy Scouts.
- What's that? - Like our scouts.
You'll learn a new sport: baseball.
A new life! You'll be amazed.
Why don't you stop talking?
Why must everything first fall apart...
disappear...
every gesture, every plea...
before you realize that you're not listening...
that you're deaf?
Gertrud, get a grip on yourself, for once!
You'll have to live in here now.
Stay safe in the box, so that nothing can happen to me.
So many things can happen outside, if you're not lucky.
Look, Raphaela!
We never had baby teeth...
never pried them loose...
never held one with the thumb and index finger...
to cast over our shoulder for good luck.
We cannot exert any influence over time.
We weren't expecting time, Cassiel.
And once time was already there...
we didn't believe it could make us observers one day.
It's hard to observe time...
which knows so little about itself and its own dimensions.
I'd like to give this little tooth to someone.
Even knowing that I'd be tampering with its human existence.
Unforgivable!
Most people's behavior makes little sense.
It's just a pastime, game-playing, exploiting time.
They're all basement dwellers, to be exact.
- You saw the license plate? - Sure. I'm not blind.
Who are those two figures?
They're unimportant. Remove them.
I want no trace of their Nazi past. Can you do that?
Listen, that's my job!
Winter, I'm always afraid you'll over do it one day.
Oh, I'm fairly stable. When?
Let's say Wednesday.
Okay. I'll come on Thursday, between 10:00 and 11:00.
You can also come between 11:00 and 10:00.
I'm always here.
A shitty profession, eh?
Dear God, forgive me for choosing to become a forger.
- Here, your cassettes. All X-rated. - Let me make sure they're okay.
No touching until we're gone. Get it?
- This works? - Shut up. My stuff isn't shit.
Come.
If these are lousy, you'll regret it!
And if the gun doesn't work, watch out!
And you, Dad, I'll waste you, you bastard!
You'll never beat me up again!
On Sunday, in the garden. Prepare yourself.
Then I'll split, to Holland or somewhere.
It still amazes me...
that you don't have to think about what you do...
once you've established a routine.
You can think any thoughts...
draw your conclusions, contradict them...
just like an angel, but without the exclusivity.
Meanwhile you create something!
Something to eat, a chair, a fur hat, a pizza.
Lots of necessary things, and plenty of them...
so there'll be enough some day.
At the same time you must think about what isn't necessary...
and what's still missing.
Otherwise you'd only have things that already exist...
and you'd be bored.
There's that ringing in my ear again.
Oh, Cassiel, you'll never know how my pizza tastes.
What a shame.
- Hello. - Hi, Damiel.
Doria, my love!
I always know when it's you phoning me. What's up?
Yes, tell me.
I'm as light as a feather.
Very good.
Mama is on the trapeze with Jules.
She looks beautiful.
Paul and Paula are two inseparable birds.
And Lalli?
Uncle Lalli tells everybody they should do even better.
- And Maurice? - Maurice is clowning around.
Now I'll hang up because I want to watch some more.
- Kiss Mama, my love. - Sure.
- Bye, Damiel. - See you later.
My papa is curious.
He always wants to know how things are going.
He's right. It's important.
- Damiel sends you a kiss. - Thank you, darling.
- You'll be the little mermaid? - Yes!
Smile, Marion.
She's like a feather, your daughter.
A feather from your wing.
You're beautiful, my little feather!
A fragile angel with wings of paper...
from the Book of Dreams.
You and your father are like the eternal lovers...
Like the moon and the sun who only meet at dusk...
but whose eyes are perpetually locked.
I need to see only one of you...
to know whether you're both happy.
You both love things, like conspiring lovers.
An underwater cabaret with confetti and streamers...
smoke and naked girls.
That would be great!
The best ideas come too late. Too bad!
- Should we stop, Marion? - Yes.
That's it! You've worked hard, kids.
Me, too.
Now it's time to tango.
And you?
What about you?
Papa would like to understand why we're not afraid to fly.
I really have to tell him tonight.
You and your father, you share the same inner time.
With just one look...
you tell each other:
"Let's forget that life can be hard. "
I am a stone that slowly becomes slower...
as it sinks heavily to the bed of the deepest river.
No, I'm a wood chuck.
You're a daisy.
I'm a mushroom.
Is your ear ringing again, Papa?
It's my friend!
Again!
Maybe he wants to tell you something.
I never know what he wants to tell me.
You just want to go back to sleep.
Tell me something about him.
He's always traveling and never has time to write to us.
He's really a good-for-nothing.
He really can't do anything?
He can do rabbits.
Like this.
That's dumb. Anyone can do that!
He also knows how to do wolves.
That's more difficult, you'll have to admit.
Watch out, rabbit!
You see? My rabbit has a guardian angel.
Cassiel, beat it!
Let's sleep.
Is Mama working late again at the " Purgatory" tonight?
Someone has to earn money.
Most people you meet are missing persons.
Their names, which they love hearing out loud...
their quirks, their unexpected grins...
or their sudden groans in a shoe store...
as if they were at home-- It's all posturing.
The night has gone to the dogs.
Don't you agree that something awful has happened?
There is no more night.
There are hints, but what are hints compared to nights?
Stop that wiping.
Have a drink with me.
I know you won't.
That's why the night went to the dogs.
Don't you know...
that every night is basically just a dog?
Actually, they're missing persons who have reappeared.
They know that we-- Oops!
What do we really know? Now I lost my train of thought.
Don't drink too much again, Winter!
Let's talk turkey, Mr. Baker.
I hate working in the dark like this.
I don't know why you're looking for this Hanna!
Why should I help you find her?
This case is for the birds!
Take your dollars and hire an amateur detective.
Maybe you'll get lucky and find one!
Mazeltov, Mr. Baker!
Mazeltov is good.
It's got a snappy sound-- mazel-tough!
I'll turn the tables on him!
Can't be him, in Berlin!
I must see Tony Baker, now!
You picked a bad time.
Don't tell me what I've picked!
Tell Baker that Winter is here.
With this hand I can't lose.
I'll bring you down, Baker.
I'll take you to the cleaners, Patzke!
So, Winter, what can you report to me this time?
Report to you?
Let's talk turkey, Mr. Tony Baker.
I'm... uh... working in the dark.
I don't enjoy following this woman.
This case is for the boards! I mean birds.
Get ourself an amateur, you understand?
You had an assignment.
Couldn't you find her?
Assignment! Don't make me laugh. You know what an assignment is?
In other-words, you couldn't find this woman.
I found another person.
A certain Anton Becker, born in 1937 in Hirschberg.
Becker's father, whose first name was also Anton...
joined the Nazi Propaganda Ministry that same year.
Wife and children followed him to Berlin a few weeks later.
So what? A typical move to Berlin.
Yes, maybe so. But there's more.
1945, only the boy and his father emigrated to America.
Raised in Los Angeles, U.S.A.
In Germany he is presumed dead.
No contact with his sister, living at that time in the Soviet Zone.
The mother disappeared in the postwar chaos.
Education--
Education-- none. Wait-- yes.
Majored in history. Quit studies. He became a car dealer in Detroit.
Married, divorced, bankrupt.
Back in Berlin since 1990. Various P.O. addresses, east and west.
Since the reunification, Tony Baker, Film Distributor.
Import-export, joint ventures with many Eastern-bloc countries.
Except most of your business has nothing to do with movies!
Something's fishy.
I've kept a record of expenses.
Mazeltov, Mr. Becker.
Lousy luck to you!
Charge it to Mr. Tony Baker. Ha! " Lousy Luck"!
Shit! Where's he wanna go?
Now you're sleeping, Raissa.
In your child's dream...
the day's images tumble around with all your memories.
I see them before me.
And you see me, but just in your dream.
You know that I'm beside you.
If only you could keep this knowledge...
without having it chased away as you grow up.
I don't want to know anything!
It doesn't take much to be happy.
Where's my coffee, Louis?
Smoke, naked girls-- that would be great.
Good ideas always come too late.
I'm almost weary, Cassiel.
It's so exhausting to love people who run away from us.
Why do they shun us more and more?
Because we have a powerful enemy, Raphaela.
People believe more in the world than in us.
And to believe still more...
they've created an image of every thing.
They expect images to allay their fears...
fulfill their dreams...
provide their pleasures...
satisfy their longings.
Human beings didn't master the Earth.
The Earth has become their master.
Remember how simple it once was?
We would appear to them and put words into their hearts.
We could say, "Fear not, I've come to proclaim-- "
That's when we were the only voices.
Now people are besieged by new lies every day.
Ever louder, baser and more intrusive lies...
which dull their senses...
so they're unable to hear our message.
"But the heart of this people is grown hard...
their eyes are closed...
and their ears can't hear...
lest they see with their eyes...
and hear with their ears and understand with their heart. "
How I long to be one of them!
To see with their eyes...
to hear with their ears...
to understand how they experience time...
how they learn about death...
how they feel love...
and how they perceive the world.
To be one of them...
and so be come a brighter messenger of light, in these dark days.
Let us part for today, Raphaela.
Raphaela!
It's happened!
I've become one of them!
It's crazy!
Where did you come from so suddenly?
Can you hear me, Raphaela? Are you still there?
Just don't leave me alone!
Aren't you gonna put me down?
Come, sit next to me.
It's so vivid here!
So many colors!
And so warm!
But you're wearing a winter coat.
A winter coat?
Why not?
You're wearing a scarf.
Do I talk too loudly?
It's okay.
Try to whisper.
Whisper?
Whisper...
Like this?
Now shout loudly!
Hello!
Not bad, eh?
Where are you?
- I'm Raissa. - I know.
And you?
Cassiel.
Weird name.
You think so?
You... you look so familiar.
Be careful.
You be careful, too.
I had no idea, Raphaela!
This light, for instance.
I think it's neon.
You can't imagine how cold it is, and what harsh outlines it creates.
It's a light for travelers because it drives people into high gear.
We always wondered why they were constantly in a rush.
Now I know. It's the light.
They've pitted it against the sun.
They're caught up in their damn speed, I tell you.
Enough for now.
You won't believe what's still ahead of me.
I have to get organized, make plans, think.
Now I can intervene, mingle.
Now I'm human.
Yesterday you were a zombie?
Edgar! Stop bothering people.
One, two, three! Only a hundred marks.
That's impossible!
- Where is everybody? - Hey! What are you up to?
Hands off. Let me go!
I lost. I lost everything!
What's your name? You must have a name.
Of course. I'm not just anybody.
Right.
What's so hard? Just a name!
If you want, spell it backwards.
What's your name?
Raven.
You must feel better already.
Spelled like the bird?
Yes, Raven.
- First name? - Ralph.
What did you say?
Nothing. Keep writing.
Refugee... victim of robbers and horse thieves...
beginner... sensitive... destitute...
specialist and layman all in one, you might say.
One thing at a time, Mr. Raven.
Where do you live?
Where do you sleep?
Around.
Around? Here and there?
The pizzeria, "Casa dell'Angelo."
You sleep in the oven, I suppose?
- You don't believe me? - No!
They couldn't keep the real raven in here.
He'd fly right out. But me?
Cassiel.
Damiel!
- Tomorrow you'll have cramps. - What's that?
You'll find out.
- Ever looked in there? - No.
My neighbor, a great woman. She opens at noon.
That's my joint. You know it.
Smaller than I thought.
Beginnings are always hard.
First, I think, a small espresso...
with three, four, five sugar cubes.
Then a brandy to warm the belly.
Then a cappuccino with warm, frothy milk.
- Then prosciutto. - Prosciutto.
- Parmigiano. - Cheese.
- Olives. - Olives.
A shower and warm clothes.
- Yes. - I'll make you a pizza.
Good morning, gentlemen.
He's the ringing in your ear?
Yes.
Miss, from now on you can call me Uncle Karl.
Damiel told us lots about you...
but we really don't know anything.
Did he stop traveling to stay with us?
He'll tell you.
Tell about your travels, Uncle Karl.
All right.
Recently I came from...
the far north...
from Norway...
which you could guess from my clothes.
I had planned to catch reindeer and elk.
I told you he was a good-for-nothing.
Actually, I was bitten by one of those animals.
There I was with my bite, wondering...
who could heal me? Then I knew.
A Lap lander, of course!
So, I slogged on toward Lapland...
through blizzards, fighting off wolves...
squinting all the while because of the northern lights!
You understand his story?
I understand completely. It's interesting, Uncle Karl.
My papa also told me...
a mysterious story.
He said he fell from the sky.
Doria, leave him alone now.
Karl hasn't eaten in a long time.
I'll be staying for a while. I'll tell you many stories.
So much!
Uncle is hungry.
Okay.
Olive.
Watch out, it's stuffed.
Finally! I can be useful.
Let's get rid of this thing.
I'll put it where it can't do any harm, Raphaela.
My first good deed, the first of many.
Hair color: reddish.
Who'd have thought it?
Six marks.
The cost of living is so high, Raphaela.
Identity.
What is that, actually? They mention it a lot.
We'll know soon.
" Look at the birdie."
Without identity, you're nobody here, Raphaela.
Last name, first name, date of birth...
I'll need all that now.
Without a picture of yourself, you're nobody.
Only with a proper picture do you become somebody.
The right name is half the battle. Short and snappy is best.
A name is just a name. Karl Engel.
That's me.
- Should I wrap them? - No, they're fine.
That's me. Ouch!
No.
That's not me.
Karl Engel, huh?
Blue eyes-- how original!
Original? Don't talk! Just listen!
I need a passport in this name. It's not pretty--
It's downright ugly.
But since I cannot use my previous name...
I'm prepared to go...
to extremes!
Just take it easy.
We don't let anyone down.
It takes two days...
and 3,000 big ones. How about a small advance?
Produce something for your money first. I'll be in touch.
"The man with the cut flowers."
- How was your first day? - Good.
What's the house drink?
Cherry juice.
Then I'll have cherry juice.
That's what the men drink here?
- Would Damiel drink this? - Yes, he likes it.
Is he a typical man?
Yes, but don't model yourself after him!
- He has more experience. - So what?
Most people only know...
that the world and all life in it...
just simply exists.
I've always wanted to know...
whether the world is the same for men and for women.
Are women different?
Women are human beings.
They carry a human light.
Men search and search...
until they find the warmth that they're always missing.
Until they're understood.
That's all I can say.
Prosit.
This is brandy.
It smells...
like nothing.
It tastes...
like something burning.
Know what you're drinking?
Sure. Firewater!
Miss...
can you-- cocktails?
No trace of the police yet...
and we're trapped.
Karl.
"The World Grieves For Willy Brandt"
Every thing goes by so fast here, Raphaela.
A day here is like a blink of your eye.
A week is like an angel turning his head.
A human life is like--
Well, I don't know that yet.
Good morning.
Breakfast time.
I'd like to buy something.
I don't sell crusts.
How about something else?
Waffles? Cakes?
With poppy seeds?
You just want to swipe something.
- Pardon me? - I know.
You talk, I turn around, you steal.
Now, listen--
Here.
I have money.
What's that for? Nothing here costs pennies.
Anything else? Otherwise, scram!
Yeah. Brandy!
Oh, not again!
Yes.
Shit!
You're nuts!
I wasn't even listening in on you.
Try listening now!
So this is loneliness, Raphaela.
It's really bad.
No one hears what the other feels.
No one looks into the other's heart.
Nobody asks anything, not even for directions.
What am I doing here?
Just watching day turn tonight and back to day?
Nothing makes sense.
I must not lose sight of my mission:
How do humans see and hear?
All I can say right now is, it's all enticingly beautiful!
It's warm...
the evening settles in...
the birds have a celebration...
the sky turns pastel colors.
But what's beyond it?
I no longer see or hear the breath of eternity...
the universal laws, or the light of love.
For humans, Raphaela, I think there is no beyond.
Each one creates his own world within his own vision and hearing.
He remains a prisoner in it.
And from his cell he sees the cells of others.
Hurry, Doria!
Was that Karl?
Yes, but we won't tell Papa.
Raphaela! Where are you?
I know you're here!
Give me a sign. You're all here.
Today is Sunday.
I don't know which Sunday.
Time passes too quickly. I don't have the stamina.
Where are you?
This is no life.
No life at all.
Raphaela!
You're all here. I know it. You're all here.
I can't go on.
We humans are confined by what's visible, Raphaela!
Only what we can see matters. It's all we believe in.
Invisible things don't count.
Only the things we can touch...
truly exist for us.
I also take pennies. Every bit helps.
Step lively! Watch the closing doors!
I'm coming.
You're all losers.
Yes, you too.
Forget it! You're the snows of yesteryear!
I'll make sure it doesn't snow tomorrow. Understand?
Everything--
Before--
I know you!
Not bad, Winter.
But that's not my thing.
I prefer the 19th century. My dad used to collect those.
You could buy them by the square yard.
If you had money.
I have some interesting square inches here.
Let me see.
That's the one!
Winter, that's a sloppy job!
Bad workmanship! Your reputation's at stake.
Don't worry about me.
Photo retouchers are overworked these days.
You know, like the tip of Trotsky's shoe.
But not a whole hand!
It can happen.
Who is missing?
Precisely those whom you suspect.
Your "missing persons."
I'll take this one.
But clean...
without any slip-ups.
I've got 20 negatives we need to discuss.
Who trusts negatives nowadays?
I'll take this too.
Because we Americans are so sentimental...
I'll give you $5,000.
Jesus!
Are you ill, young man?
Don't fall onto the paintings!
- Shit! - Don't come back, scumbag!
Let's see what you're made of, you two-fifths human!
Come on!
Jesus Christ!
- Watch the closing doors! - You're crazy!
Do you do this often?
You could have broken every bone in your body!
Does anything hurt?
My spine. Especially between the shoulders.
You might have internal injuries.
I do. I'm one big injury.
I'm going to die right here in your car.
At this point, I usually get a laugh!
And probably a big check for your pain.
It's more a shock. I could use some "shock money"!
Let's say...
3,000 cash!
Only complete idiots would carry that much cash.
I need it for someone who only takes cash.
That's my problem.
Okay. Let's go see him together.
One moment. A few more details.
What's he doing?
He's had my picture, my name, for weeks.
Mr. Engel, if my marbles are working right...
am I buying you a passport?
I hope so.
References are so important!
A certain Winter uses his service.
Winter?
Tell me...
Maybe. I only know him casually.
I shadowed him once.
Well, then, do you have any more pain?
Not right now.
Ready to dive into the next car?
Provided, of course, it's got a sliding roof.
No. I'm a free man now.
I'll show my passport to anyone who bothers me.
The future is open to all. That's what I've observed.
I'm a good observer.
That should come in handy somehow.
An offer you can't refuse.
What have they done to you?
You look great!
Gratefully returned.
Things are looking up?
- You're moving up in the world! - I'm doing business.
As a silent partner.
This is my old friend, Karl.
- Bye-bye.
What can I add to that?
He sure talks a lot.
What a pile of money. Do you owe him?
Few things fall from the sky.
Time is precious.
You made it back!
I knew it!
That's great!
Wait.
More, more, more, more!
Now up! And swing it!
There's nothing better than this.
There's nothing greater!
It's like the old days! Great!
He's good.
Just leave him alone.
To serve. To finally serve!
Serving is the best path, Raphaela.
I'm starting from scratch.
Waiter...
you'll make captain some day.
This must be a joke, Patzke!
What's up?
You're from Detroit, Mr. Baker. Don't they do this there?
We always welcome new ideas.
Especially American ones.
And that cement...
within three minutes...
will be bone-dry and rock-hard.
And good and heavy.
By then you'll have signed over your entire inventory to me.
Including your client lists and everything else.
Don't move!
No way! You'll never get them.
You think I'm dumb.
But now time's on my side.
It's no longer a joke.
He's crazy.
Are you really serious, Patzke?
Shut up!
Charlie?
What's going on? Hands off, moron!
Shit!
Don't point it at me! Him!
You drive.
We have another deal today?
A big deal.
Today we drink to friendship.
Friendship is the biggest deal.
It's crazy...
but I'm just beginning to grasp what you did for me today.
It was a pleasure.
Can I go?
No.
Karl...
I want--
I want to thank you.
I want to do something for you in return.
Tell me what you'd like.
My friends should live well. You hear?
I want to participate. A percentage.
You'll get one!
My father always said:
"Trust no man.
But if you find one you can trust, buy him immediately."
You know...
Shake, partner!
I won't consider less than five.
Three.
Six.
You're really great, Karl!
Five percent of my honest business...
for a hundred percent of your honest face.
I really can't complain.
The rent they charge down here is dirt cheap.
I could even have had all the hangars...
where they used to assemble the Messer schmitts.
You know, Karl...
you're my partner.
- Down here? - Why not?
I find it pretty depressing.
If you deal in trash, you don't need a fancy address.
In the East, all they want is porn films.
Be careful, Karl.
Porn and violence. Isn't that weird?
Preferably, both at once.
They're sick of the so-called " New Man."
And since they're all short of funds...
they pay with what they have plenty of.
What's that?
Be patient.
Sit!
Don't be afraid.
You'll get used to him.
To him, too. Right, Grumpy?
Right, Mr. Becker. People get used to anything.
This is Charlie Engel, my new partner.
I'll continue doing movie deals, and he'll handle the rest.
What rest, Tony?
Lock up behind us, Grumpy.
Sounds like an earthquake, right?
We're right under the runway.
The best spot for video duplicating.
All bootleg.
Grumpy runs the whole show by himself.
In here, my friend...
the Nazis stored everything they ever photographed.
One spark...
would have turned all this concrete into chewing gum.
to blow the foundation out from under those guys above us.
You're insane, Tony.
Then do it...
but without me.
I don't believe any of this.
Karl, old boy, you can't just walk out on all this.
Come back, Karl...
Sit, Khadafy!
How could I have been so wrong, Raphaela?
How could I be so blind?
Can one fall to hell without meaning to do evil?
Without even recognizing evil?
Once one recognizes it, what should one do?
Runaway from it?
My true friend, help me back to the light!
I'm coming.
Then I'll make use of time...
each second, each minute, each hour.
Nothing will deter me or hinder me...
or stand in my way...
if I just get out of here!
I must do some good, Raphaela.
I want to do something well.
I heard a shot.
I can't even handle this thing.
Damn it!
I didn't want to hit anyone, Winter.
I'm in shock.
What are you looking for here?
I'm searching...
as usual.
I found nothing, as usual.
I wanted to warn you people...
but I came too late.
Are you in pain?
No...
not at all.
For the first time...
I feel weighted down.
My blood has weight.
Finally...
I have weight.
I am...
heavy.
A nice feeling.
Winter...
will soon be over.
What did you want to warn us about?
Winter!
How often did we hold them, carry them across?
But I can't escort this one.
Are you there, Raphaela, to hold us both?
He's dead, isn't he?
Did you come...
to shoot me too?
Are you--
Is that you?
I'm not afraid of you.
How long have we known each other without ever having met?
I don't even know your name.
You...
you know my whole life!
I...
I remember so little.
When you die...
you should know how you lived.
Come on.
Tell me my story.
Come along.
Your story...
how did it start?
I still remember.
For a long time, you resisted repeating baby words...
but, all those years, your face had a cunning expression.
Once, when I leaned close to you...
I heard your little body...
filled with very loud laughter.
Your favorite tree was the walnut tree in your grandfather's garden.
You would sit under it for hours...
Yes.
holding a small puppet that you allowed to dance...
only when a passing grown up complained loudly about the mosquitoes...
that didn't bother you under your walnut tree.
When they cut off your curls...
because you were supposed to become a boy...
you didn't cry...
even though you really wanted to.
But the tip of your nose turned completely white.
During class you loved to gaze out the window.
The windows were very high...
with panes made of beveled glass...
except for the top two...
which the teacher could open with a long pole with a hook on the end.
You always managed to sit at a desk where you could watch...
the movements of the treetops, the birds and the clouds.
With the exception of one time.
It was then that you decided to grow up...
at all costs, as soon as possible.
You wanted to become an architect...
and build schools entirely out of glass...
that would rotate to follow the course of the sun...
and at night, when the children were asleep...
the teachers would set the school back in its starting position.
When you turned 14...
you fell deeply in love...
with a girl called Milda Kosewort.
Oh, yes.
Yes.
I remember that.
And what happened later?
Hanna, hurry!
Come, Anton!
We're not getting out, Konrad!
Drive on!
Gertrud!
Hurry!
Gertrud!
Hurry! Don't dawdle!
He has Anton. He mustn't get Hanna too.
I understand, Mrs. Becker.
Did you fall asleep?
Somebody has to tell me whether I lived right.
I don't think I was a courageous man.
Proper, yes, but not courageous.
Wasn't it courageous when you took in that frightened little Hanna?
That wasn't anything special.
Any decent person would have done that.
She had no family left.
Yet that's when you started asking different questions...
even thinking differently.
You became a different Konrad.
One whose job was to explain the world, and who could too.
One who had to recount the thousands of stories...
he had invented throughout the ages.
Human stories, from the most ancient to the very newest...
all meant to be the original story.
You had little Hanna to protect, and became protected yourself.
Your life had finally found a mirror.
Another life, still young, had begun to grow...
because, in you...
because in you she found all she needed.
What else can I say, Konrad?
You're someone who was found.
Thank you.
Someone who was found.
Oh, I--
I must have dozed off.
How do you feel?
I feel as I did 30 or 20 years ago...
without exaggerating.
Listen, that coffee will be too weak.
- I can tell. - It's delicious. You want some?
No, thank you.
Look what I found. You kept it this long?
I couldn't throw it away.
That boy who flew with his father to America...
- was Hanna's brother, right? - Of course.
What was his name?
Do you mean you forgot?
He was called Anton, like his father.
Anton Becker.
Well, Anton Becker came back!
You mean Tony Baker?
Come on, we'll drive to town.
No...
I'll drive!
I'll drive you to town.
We have to hide Hanna and the girl.
As fast as possible.
But where?
I know an old steamboat. It'll do for now.
A boat is good.
I have a plan, Konrad.
I think we're getting cable.
We've had cable for two years.
Not at home, dummy! Here!
That's bullshit!
Look at monitor six. That's "Columbo."
You're right. But that can't be!
But it is.
It's weird.
A technician should check it out. This cable stuff is beyond me.
That's Gate 16, right above us.
- You're nuts! That's "Columbo"! - What's the actor's name?
Falk. Peter Falk. Every kid knows that!
Yes. He's at Gate 16.
It's a TV series.
Eh?
- Maybe someone's playing a tape. - No! It's him!
He's motioning to us!
What do we do now?
My wife won't believe this! Switch on the audio.
- That's him!
See? The coat.
- Good evening. - He speaks German.
This is Mr. Falk, as you can plainly see.
He says we have an appointment for 11:00...
to scout this location...
the Security Center down there, where you are.
Do you have written permission?
- What? - Have you got written permission?
We weren't notified.
Oh, that! Yes.
We have it. Here.
We've been authorized. Here.
Come in. You here the buzzer?
Yes, thanks. We're coming.
If that's Falk, that's a real scoop!
You, me and Columbo.
Better than any autographs.
- It's him! - So, it's good.
- Hello--
He says, the second shot here.
- And then--
Cassiel, we're inside.
He likes it because--
First we'll shoot it all on video.
- A video? Here? - Yes, with this gadget.
I'd better turn off that camera.
- You're filming here? - We're filming here. Yes!
In this scene, Columbo searches for his contact lenses...
the actor who plays Columbo.
- It is him. He plays Columbo. Sure. - Right.
You-- Columbo.
He's asking you to pretend you're Columbo.
- Him, be Columbo? - Yes.
- My name is Peter.
Horst.
Wonderful. I'm Daniel, personal assistant.
- Yes. - Asleep.
- You-- Dustin Hoffman. - Me play Dustin Hoffman?
He wants you to play Dustin Hoffman, sleeping.
Sleeping, sleeping.
He means, sit down here and sleep.
It's logical. One sleeps, the other looks for his lenses.
Neither sees the monitors.
The murderer, the murderers come in through this door.
Sure. It's great that you're here.
Right. I'm looking for the contact lenses.
You look down there...
and I'll be filming you.
Yes, very good.
Looking and schlaf-ing.
Cassiel, go to the runway.
Very good.
You sleep, you look.
Now we'll film you from further back.
Mr. Falk says the music starts here.
As you snore, the music starts.
- I keep looking? - Yes!
Move, but keep looking.
Close your eyes and stay down. Wonderful!
Thank you. Mr. Falk is very pleased.
Maybe it's that hole.
The air duct.
Yes, it must be.
Without getting wet?
It's possible...
isn't it?
How do we get there?
Let's go. Who goes first?
Can you manage on your own?
No problem.
I have a score to settle.
Karl, be careful.
Don't do anything stupid.
- You know me! - Precisely!
Wrong, Mr. Becker. If I don't do it, nobody will.
This should all gosky-high, the violence and its seeds.
Next.
- We're too far. - I can't reach.
- Should I let go? - Let it drop.
- What was that? - Karl.
- How many more? - Only about twenty.
129...
130...
131...
132.
I agree...
to carry your hardware...
but not for long.
If the stuff explodes...
then good-bye, boat!
Who'll pay for that?
- It's my loss! - Yes, Captain.
- You're leaving?
work, home, family.
- Stay well. - Thank you.
Good luck.
Head inside! Shut the window!
Was that Damiel?
Yes.
I'm attached to my life.
Don't be afraid.
Your guardian angel is with you.
You know, I hear Momma's voice again. You're just like her.
Don't you remember how she used to tell us a story...
every night before we went to bed?
Come along.
Patzke, leave my family alone. Take me.
Shut up. Don't play the hero. Who wants you?
Come along, kid.
Be very quiet. Very quiet.
Don't move.
Go up the stairs.
Shit!
Get below, or the kid gets it!
You don't understand? Shit!
Get back down! You understand?
Get inside, or the kids goes overboard.
Follow the man upstairs.
Go ahead.
Move it!
Now stand there...
and keep quiet!
I want the whole crew in the cabin now.
All hands below deck!
Don't be afraid.
You won't get hurt if you do what I say.
Stay cool.
I'm not kidding!
Don't even think of trying anything...
or I'll blow this whole tub sky-high!
What are you gaping at?
You're making me nervous.
What's up there?
Him again!
Cassiel.
I must be home gain. I can hear your voice.
I always heard yours. And I watched it all.
What's more, I saw the world through your eyes.
Humans see differently. They no longer see like us.
Now their eyes can only take.
They take in, they take notice of.
Their eyes can no longer give.
They've forgotten that light enters the heart through the eye...
and then shines back out through the eye from the heart.
The cycle is broken.
What happens now, Cassiel?
You weren't even really here, and you're already gone.
Let us remain friends.
You!
You, whom we love...
you do not see us.
You do not hear us.
You imagine us in the far distance...
yet we are so near.
We are the messengers...
who bring closeness to those in the distance.
We are not the message...
we are the messengers.
The message...
is love.
We...
are nothing.
You...
are everything to us.
Let us dwell in your eyes!
See your world...
through us.
Recapture through us...
that loving look...
once again.
Then...
we'll be close to you...
and you...
to Him.
Is your ear ringing again, Papa?
Yes, it's ringing again.
It's Uncle Karl.
Yes.
He has arrived.
We're on our way.