"The Marriage of Maria Braun" Screenplay

Wayne 2022-02-02 08:13:34

"Marriage of Maria Braun" movie script (Note 1)

Text / [West Germany] Ray V. Fassbender

Translated by Li Kuiliu and Yu Yuxi

The war is coming to an end, and the gunfire is rumbling around a German city, and the smoke of gunpowder is slow.

marriage registry

The marriage registry was originally located in the city hall, which is now in rubble and has been squeezed under the eaves of the courthouse. Between the ruins hang the "Swastika" flag and Hitler's portrait. The bride Maria and the groom Herman stand in the middle of the house. The official of the marriage registration office asked Hermann: "Would you like to form a marriage with Maria..." Suddenly, a bomb fell nearby, and the portrait of Hitler fell smoothly. Maria and Hermann hurriedly ran out of the registration office.

Herman: Hey, where are you?

Maria: Here it is. I can't get out.

Pedestrian: Alas! It looks like the battle is not going well.

Herman: Admin, don't go, don't go!

Registry Officer: Let me go, let me go!

Maria: Herman! Herman! What's wrong?

Herman: Come here.

Maria (holding the marriage certificate, hurriedly asking the marriage registry officer): Sign! stamp!

Introduced Title in Smoke, The Marriage of Maria Braun

Mother's house and kitchen

It was dark and Maria's mother was alone in the kitchen when she heard footsteps at the door.

Mother: Is that you, Maria? - I'm really worried, I thought something happened to you.

Maria shuffled over to her mother and put the basket on the table.

Maria: No one wants a wedding dress. There are too many brides, too few men, and razors cannot be sold in the market. These are the things I brought back today.

Mother (distressed): Child! child!

MARIA (pulling up): Let's eat fat and stew potatoes.

on the train station

There was a lot of noise on the platform. Some sat numbly in their chairs; some walked around restlessly, some hung a missing person sign; some asked aloud when they saw someone... Maria was carrying a missing person sign with Herman on it. Photo in uniform with the caption: Looking for Herman Braun. A train pulled into the platform head on, and groups of soldiers and wounded who were repatriated back home came down from the carriage. Maria moved the missing person sign to her chest, wanting more people to see it. The people who got out of the car passed by her, and no one could take a look at her. Maria walked slowly to the ambulance station at the station in disappointment.

Maria: These people are miserable. well! Or drink some water.

Nurse (looking at the disabled person): Doctors often say that the worst thing is not a back injury.

Maria mused.

NURSE (hands water to Maria, earnestly): You know what, it's called symmetry. If the arms and thighs on the same side are gone, then the crutches will not be able to support it... I have been married for six years and have been widowed for five years. If he can come back, I will be satisfied. How long have you been married?

Maria: I am married.

Nurse: I mean, your married life is not very happy, is it?

Maria: Married life, only half a day and a night.

waiting room

The room was crowded, and several American soldiers sat around the table, and the nurse and Maria found a seat and sat down.

Nurse: He died shortly after the war, in Norway. He was in the navy, and later, the ship sank. (to the salesperson) Please give us two soups. But he didn't drown. Gasoline was burning on the water, and he floated in the icy waters before being washed into a crevice in the glacier and dead.

Maria: Why did you stop getting married and find another husband?

Nurse: They gave me an oil painting to comfort me. It was painted with waves, and a wreath was floating on the waves. The ribbon of the wreath said: They perched for the survival of Germany. Think about it.

Maria (knowingly): They sacrificed for the survival of Germany - he died.

Nurse: They gave me a picture of the sea, and he got stuck in a crevice in a glacier.

Maria. Before the last ice age, what is today a mountain, used to be an ocean.

Nurse: Why do you believe that your husband is not dead?

Maria (happily): Because I want him back.

An American soldier came up to strike up a conversation.

Soldier (speaking English): Just look at me, my dear, you need love.

Maria: What did he say?

NURSE (shrugs): Not some dirty talk.

Maria: Sir, I don't know what you said, but you have no right to do so.

Nurse (to American soldier): You're crazy.

The American soldier walked up to Maria and put a few packs of cigarettes on the table.

Soldier: I'm sorry, ma'am, I apologize.

Mother's house and kitchen

Maria's mother was sorting her dead husband's clothes in her bedroom, while the neighbor, Uncle Berg, sat alone in the kitchen next to the bedroom.

Mother (loudly): Uncle Berg, try it out. ——Uncle Berg, the biggest mistake people make is to put love on one person. If we run out of potatoes, we can eat radishes, and if we run out of radishes, we can drink batter soup. But love can only be one-of-a-kind. My husband died five months after he was on the front lines, and I cried the rest of the day. I ask you, Uncle Berg, is this necessary?

Berg (doesn't fully understand): Yes, it's hard to live alone!

Mother: The last time Carl was at home in May 1941, it was too small for him. Back then, men still looked the same. But now, it seems to have shrunk. (loudly) Get your panties, they're warm. It doesn't matter if it's bigger. How about changing three bundles of firewood?

Berg: All right.

Mother: Look at this child, Maria, who has been in love for three weeks and only married for one day. Now I carry a missing person sign every day. How did this happen? It's not because we put love on one person, because love can only be given to one person. How would Maria know, she is still young. --She is coming! - Uncle, put your things away. She loves face.

Berg (inexplicably): How much firewood?

Mother (inhibited look): I mean, save face. Be silent! (Turns to Maria. Maria enters the kitchen) Ah, you're finally back. I'm sorting out your dad's stuff.

Maria: Hello, Grandpa Berg! (kissing him) How nice to come home and see a man at home.

Berg: Warmer too.

Maria: Yes, be warmer. (turns to mother) Why are you tidying up now?

MOTHER (seriously): That's one way I miss your dad.

Maria: Grandpa Berg might need these things. Dad is out of clothes anyway, and we need firewood.

MOTHER (feeling caught): I thought so too - but your dad's stuff...

Maria: Daddy is dead, we are alive. (Puts a pack of cigarettes on the table and says to each parent) What are you giving me in exchange for this? With a brooch?

MOTHER (excitedly): The brooch...is worth a lot. (looks at the cigarette again) One pack is too small.

Maria: All right. (takes out another pack)

Mother: Oh, Maria, wait a minute, I'll get it.

Maria (turning to Berg with a laugh): Grandpa Berg.

street full of rubble

Several children were playing, and a car drove by.

Pedestrians: Nazi gangsters!

ruins

Maria and her girlfriend, Betty, both carried signs to find their husbands, and walked and talked on the streets during the day.

Maria (to Betty): There are no men anymore.

Betty (giggling): If everyone freezes, what's the difference between men and women?

Maria: Gotta change.

Betty: Change what?

Maria: I don't know, it has to change anyway.

Child A (pointing to the missing sign carried by Maria and Betty): Do you know Herman Braun?

Child B: I don't know.

Mother's House Maria's Bedroom

The eyes of Maria and Betty met in the mirror. Betty stood, curling her hair for Maria who was sitting in front of the mirror; humming a song.

Betty (singing): Don't cry for love,

There are thousands of men in the world.

Maria (laughing, looking at her hair in the mirror): Like a poodle.

Betty (seriously): Really? This style is popular now.

Maria: I think Americans must be very fond of poodles like this. (bow to mirror)

Betty (laughs): Madam Curly, (in English) No beer! Hello? Willie would certainly object.

Maria (seriously again): Herman wouldn't object.

Betty: They probably won't want you.

Maria: Try it.

Betty: What are you wearing? (Goes to the front of the closet and throws some clothes on the bed)

black market

On the stagnant streets, all kinds of people are doing transactions in groups of three or five.

Man A: What are you doing with this thing?

Man B: ...Play music. Want me to listen to you a paragraph?

Man C: Okay, let's play a German song. (Sings) Germany, Germany, above all else.

Man B: Alright, alright, my God, stop singing.

Maria hurried through the crowd, turned into a secluded alley, and was greeted by a merchant.

Merchant (to Maria) Come in, watch out, here. - I thought you were not coming. I have been waiting for you for a long time. hold. (Takes a black dress from a bag) Black, size 38, mid-length sleeves, low open collar. Not easy to get. Do you wear it yourself, or give it away?

Maria: For work.

Merchant (resigned to fate): Let's see how the day goes. (removes another bottle from bag) Here, soju.

Maria (laughs): For my mother. In this way she can endure the infinite sorrow with her daughter and numb her inner pain.

Merchant: I also have a very precious Heinrich von Kleist Complete Works, 1907 edition, don't you want it?

Maria: Books are not burnt and not warm.

Merchant: Do you think so?

Maria: That's how I see it.

Merchant: Yes. Thank you and wish you happiness.

Mother's house and kitchen

Maria returned home and gave the exchanged items to her mother. She stood happily on the table in that black dress, and asked her mother to fix it for her.

Mother: I won't sew you.

Maria: Mom, you know, I can't sew.

Mother: Child, child.

Maria: Let's start.

Mother: Your legs are so beautiful that they can be exposed. (sews the skirt shorter again) Your dad knows you're wearing a skirt like this, and he'll be against it. I don't think so too, but as long as your soul is pure, it's fine. (Take a closer look at the length of the skirt) You should at least wear a pair of nice socks when you wear a skirt like this.

bar

During the day, the bar is empty. Maria looked around curiously and saw a pair of parallel bars in the house. She pushed up and put her legs on the parallel bars when Brosky, the owner of the bar, came out.

Brosky: Surprising, really surprising.

Maria: I learned parallel bars here.

Brosky: That's how you look for a job, isn't it?

Maria: That's not what I meant... If so, do I count as a job now?

Brosky: We don't need people anymore.

Maria: Maybe you don't need anyone other than me.

Brosky: You come with me.

Brosky's office

This is a shabby hut separated by cardboard.

Maria: There are still many doors in our house!

Brosky: But we don't have a door here. please! (Puts a piece of paper in front of Maria) Please write your name, address, age. are you married?

Maria: Married.

Brosky, don't wear a wedding ring at work. A health check certificate is also required. Do you want cash, or in kind?

Private clinic

A woman stood up naked from the examination bed, and the doctor came out from behind the screen, walked to the sink, washed her hands and said:

Doctor: Mrs Beadle, you can get dressed.

Woman: Is everything normal? Can I get proof?

Doctor: No, you have to rest for three or four weeks.

WOMAN (emerges nervously from behind the screen): I got it?

Doctor: Unfortunately, it's already very serious. You can't work anymore anyway.

Woman: It's terrible.

Doctor: Come back next Tuesday. Goodbye, Mrs Beadle. Next.

Doctor: Maria? little maria?

Maria: Once upon a time you saw me kissing me on the forehead.

Doctor: Yes, it is.

Maria: Right?

Doctor: I forgot, or I learned to forget.

Maria: It's so sad.

Doctor: Yes, very sad. Tell me, how are you doing now?

Maria: I need a health certificate.

Doctor: Yes, yes. It's so cold this year.

Maria: I'm going to work in a bar where I sell beer, not myself.

Doctor: Although I have forgotten my trust, I believe in you. If something happens to you, I can give you nicillin. I don't know how to get it yet, but I'll get it.

Maria: Nothing will happen to me. What is penicillin?

Doctor: All right, Maria. How is your mother?

Maria: The war hasn't robbed her of her humor. She eats my ration, tears for me, lies for me, makes me think for myself, so I don't have time to grieve.

Doctor: If you want, I can give you my wife's bike, like new. There is rubble everywhere now.

Maria: Thank you. Why don't you ask Herman? You probably don't believe he will come back. I just wanted to know.

train station

Maria looked at the bustling crowd at the train station, and disheartenedly threw the sign looking for her husband under a train entering the station, and the sign was crushed to pieces. A man who had lost his gloves yelled on the platform.

Man: I lost my gloves. You stole my gloves. You stupid pig, damn it.

bar

Maria's first day at work. Wearing a black dress with a little rouge on his face, he came to the dimly lit bar very early. There were not many guests, and some Americans sat there silently drinking big beers. There were only a few listless couples on the dance floor. Maria came to the wine cabinet, another very gorgeously dressed waitress, Wei Wei, greeted her, and the boss also came here.

Brosky (turning to Maria) It's not what you think.

Maria: No, I am very satisfied.

Brosky: That's good.

Wevey: If you ask me...

Maria: I don't ask you.

Wevey: You're here, he's not here, your Herman. At least he's in another place, maybe he's dead. Love is just a feeling, not reality.

Maria: Of course love is a feeling, and great love is a great feeling and a great reality.

Wevey: Reality. If people are hungry, reality is in the stomach. Human feelings are like scratching, the more you scratch, the more itchy. To have feelings, you have to be full, and you have to have a man, and he's here, your friend, and when he's full, he has feelings for you.

Maria: What kind of a friend?

Wevey (pointing to an African American officer sitting in the bar): Your Bill, baby.

Maria: I don't know Bill.

Wevey: Of course, you haven't noticed him yet.

Maria: Not really. who is he?

Wevey: There. It looks solid, just a little darker.

Maria: Black is better than brown.

Wevey: Before you came, he was a normal person, but now, he's sitting there like he's paralyzed. He inquired about you and got to the bottom of it.

Maria hurriedly straightened her hair and pulled her dress.

Maria: How do I look?

Wevey: It's beautiful, what's up?

Maria: How I wish I was more beautiful now. (Goes to the black officer, bows slightly, speaks in English) Mr. Bill, would you like to dance with me?

Bill: Thank you, Mrs. Braun.

on the hill

The warm sun shines on Maria's face, warm. Bill taught Maria to speak English word for word.

Bill: It's a tree.

Maria: It's a tree.

Bill: There, listen, it's the bird.

Maria: There, listen, it's the bird.

Bill: I'm black, you're white.

Maria: I'm black, you're white.

Bill: No.

Maria: No.

Bill: You're black and I'm white.

Maria: Yes.

Bill (points to Maria's eyes): These are your eyes.

Maria: These are my eyes.

Bill: These are your lips.

Maria: These are my lips.

Mother's house and kitchen

In Maria's mother's kitchen, Willy in military uniform had just returned from the front line and was standing by the table. Betty wiped her tears, clutching Willy's clothes tightly, as if afraid that he would escape from her again. Mother sat aside and said to Betty angrily:

Mother: What are you crying for, stupid goose! Your man isn't dead, he's not standing here gracefully, you can touch it, you can see it. You should be happy that you have him again. He will never be like Herman again.

Willy: Herman, he didn't suffer much. It was said that too soon, neither he nor the others survived.

Maria (hands a large pocket, enters the room happily): It's me, guess what I brought. No, you can't guess. (She runs up excitedly when she sees Willie and hugs him tightly) Willie! You're back! Betty, you have him again! What's the matter with you...crying for joy...Aren't you together again? Well done Willie...

Willy (looking at Maria's back) Herman is dead.

Maria turned and walked out the door.

Mother: Child, what are you doing, child?

Maria: I'm going to the bar.

Mother: Child, don't go.

Maria: Let me go, leave me alone for a while.

bar

Feasting, lively, and a pair of dance partners dancing to the jazz music, Maria walked to Bill.

Maria: Mr. Bill, would you like to dance with me? My...husband...dead.

on the grass

Maria and her mother had a picnic on the grass in the woods at Bill's invitation. Betty and Willie and Uncle Berg also attended.

Mother (in English): Mr. Bill, is it beautiful here?

Bill: It's beautiful.

Mother: If I'm wrong, correct me.

Maria (smiling). beautiful.

Mother: Mr. Bill, thank you for preparing a great picnic for us.

Maria (referring to Berg): Give him a cigarette.

Berg: Thank you.

Betty (to Willy) What are you thinking? What are you thinking?

Willie: Better not to think about anything.

Betty: Then...

Willie: I believe I can't.

Betty: I believe I can do it. Do you think I'll be comforted as quickly as Maria?

Willie: Betty, I hope so.

Betty: Then why?

Grove

Maria and Bill walked arm in arm through the woods. A light wind blew the slack trees, the leaves rustled, and the sun hung high in the blue sky.

Maria: It's nice to be with you, Bill. I am very happy now.

Bill: Just now?

Maria: I'm always happy with you.

Bill: Me too. As long as we are together forever, we will be happy forever.

Maria: Possibly.

Bill: Not possible, definitely. I give you something.

Maria (displeased): You don't always send me so many things.

Bill pulled out a ring, gold glittering in his tan finger.

Bill: This time is different, promise me, take it.

Maria: No, Bill, I can't take this ring. I like you and would love to be with you, but I can't marry you because I've been married to another person.

Private clinic

Maria had just finished her examination, and while getting dressed, she came out from behind the screen and stood in front of the doctor. It was the first time she realized that the doctor she knew had grown so old.

Maria: Totally sure?

Doctor: Absolutely.

Maria: How did you know?

Doctor: Maria!

Maria: Please tell me...

Doctor: Well, soon you will feel it yourself.

Maria: Help me have the baby. Promise me, eh?

Doctor: No, Maria. I am too old to live and too young to die.

Maria: It's frightening to say that.

Doctor: Say something else. After my job here, I'm going to the Black Forest where my daughter lives because my hands are shaking so badly.

Maria. I won’t tremble when I see a doctor, and I won’t tremble when I deliver my child. I’ll do it myself when the time comes.

Doctor: Little Maria.

Maria: That's it, here I come, you help me give birth to the boy. Could it be a boy, or—?

Doctor: Very likely.

Maria: Really?

Doctor: Both are possible.

Maria: You're kidding me.

Doctor: Does your boy have a father?

Maria: What? No can't it? The father is black, but the boy's name is Herman.

Mother's house, hallway, kitchen

Maria and Bill came to their mother's house, pushed the door open, the corridor was empty, Bill excitedly picked Maria up, walked to Maria's bedroom, kicked the door open with his feet, Maria put her head on Bill's shoulder, happily shout loudly.

Maria: I'm not sick, I'm pregnant!

Bill: Pregnant!

Maria: It can also be said that I am happy.

Bill: Great, so happy.

Maria: Mom! Grandpa Berg! ……nobody.

There was no reply, and the two hugged again.

Bill: We're finally alone together. Are you happy?

Maria: Really.

Bill: I'm happy too.

Maria: I'm going to speak to you in German, how about you?

Bill: In English. In this way, the child can choose whether to marry a German woman or an American woman in the future.

Maria: American women are ugly.

Bill: German men are ugly.

Maria: I only know one American man, and he's beautiful.

Bill: I only know one German woman, and she's beautiful.

The two walked to the bed, Maria unbuttoned Bill's shirt, and Bill kissed her forehead.

Maria: And robust.

Bill: And plump.

Maria: And bold.

Bill: And bold.

Maria: And gentle.

Bill: And gentle.

Suddenly there was a sound from the corridor, they didn't hear it, they were still hugging each other like glue. A man gently pushed open the door and stood at the door. He was thin and haggard, with two amazed eyes open.

Maria: Guess who am I talking about?

Bill: Me!

Maria raised her head and recognized Herman.

Maria (quietly) Herman. Bill, this is Herman.

Maria became numb, she thought she was dreaming, but then she realized that she was not dreaming. She walked up to Herman and opened her hands, Herman pushed her hand away, rushed towards Bill, and scuffled with Bill. Maria raised the bottle and slammed Bill's back on the head. Bill fell to the ground and said intermittently:

Bill: Maria! Maria, Maria...

in court

Maria stood in the dock, and the gallery was full. The judge was an American, and he was hearing the death of Bill, a black American second lieutenant, and an interpreter sat next to him.

Judge: Did you and the victim meet in a bar? (translated into German)

Maria: Yes.

Judge: Could you give us a detailed picture of this bar. (translate)

Maria: It's an ordinary bar.

Judge: Don't you want to say, this is a very special bar? This is a bar for the American occupation forces. (translate)

Maria: Of course, the Germans are not allowed in.

Judge: Exactly. Germans are not allowed to enter this bar. (translate)

Judge: Except, of course, the special ladies who work there. Is it possible to describe your professional characteristics in this way? (translate)

Maria nodded.

Judge: You approached the victim in this capacity, didn't you? (translate)

Maria nodded.

Judge: By him? (translate)

Maria nodded.

Judge: When your husband was captured in Russia, you began to have sex with this man for your vile and selfish purposes. He gives you chocolates and stockings. (translate)

Maria: I like him.

Judge: It seems that you have a good idea. (translate)

Maria: No.

Judge: No?

Maria: You don't have to ask. You simply cannot understand the difference between the two. I love Bill and I love my husband.

Judge: That's a nuance. (translate)

The judge flipped through the file and said that the bar owner, Broski, appeared in court.

Judge: Are you Mr. Brosky?

Herman, who had been standing in a corner of the courtroom, walked up to the judge.

Herman: You don't have to interrogate anymore. I killed the black man.

Judge (dazedly): That's what you're saying?

Prison Visiting Room

In a small room, there were many relatives who were visiting the prison. Although everyone spoke in a low voice, they interfered with each other, and no one could hear what the other said. Maria spoke loudly to Herman through the iron bars.

Maria: The child is our child. When the child grows up, we will make it clear to him.

Herman: There is still a long time to come, so what are you doing?

Maria: I'll wait for you.

Herman: You are a young woman, beautiful woman.

Maria: I am your wife.

Herman: How do you live?

Maria: Because I didn't go to school, I have to learn to work now. When we are together, we will start living again.

in front of the clinic

Maria came to this private clinic for the third time. The old doctor's body seemed to be recovering somewhat. In order to make a living, Maria asked the doctor to perform an abortion on her. Doctors let her rest in the clinic for two days.

Maria: Do you think I shouldn't abort the baby?

Doctor: No, no, Maria, you are suffering enough. I know how painful this is for a mother.

Maria: Probably still a boy.

Doctor: God created life, and God took life. Who knows, may still be a very handsome lad. This poor little life will not be easy in life, and neither will you.

Maria: I never said I wanted to take it easy.

Doctor: Still, with a black kid, always...now he's a black angel.

Maria: A black angel, so beautiful. Please always put some flowers on his grave.

Doctor: I promise you. What are you going to do? Are you going back to your environment?

Maria: I don't know yet, I have a lot to do. OK, now I'm leaving.

railway station aisle

Maria was accompanied by the doctor to the train station. She hastily jumped on a train. The carriage was crowded, and in order to pass through the crowd, Maria pretended to be looking for her child.

Maria: Renee! Renee! Ler me get through. Renee, let me find my daughter. Renee!

Maria squeezed from the second-class car to the door of the first-class car, when a flight attendant blocked her way.

Flight attendant: You are looking for nothing, there is no little girl here.

Maria: Excuse me.

Flight attendant: Dear madam, your Renee. (pointing to a boy)

Maria: Oh! This is a boy, not a girl.

Flight attendant: Maybe you shouldn't have named him Renee.

Maria: I make up the ticket, first class, how much?

Flight attendant: It depends on how far you sit.

Maria: It depends on how far I can travel. Can I go in?

Flight attendant (counting the money): Enough, enough.

Maria: I don't take the first-class bus very often.

Flight attendant: Times are different. There was only one Frenchman in the whole carriage, who opened a factory here.

Maria: French?

The flight attendant, at least half French, had money.

Maria: Wait a minute. You open the box and turn around.

Flight attendant: Now?

Maria took a piece of clothing out of the box and went to the bathroom.

Maria: Now close the box.

Flight attendant (looking at the ticket): Since I have one eye left, I can't see anything clearly, whether it's 23 kilometers or 33 kilometers.

Maria was changing in the bathroom, talking loudly to the flight attendant standing at the door.

Maria: Did you notice that the bathroom is too small. I've always thought, first-class cars might have bigger bathrooms. Because the people who take the first-class bus are big fat people.

Flight attendant: After the currency reform, no one came at all in the first few days, and now there are people like you in the first class.

Maria: What?

Flight attendant: Of course I'm happy. But not every day.

Maria, wearing a beautiful low-neck dress with makeup on her face, walked out of the bathroom and said to the flight attendant:

Maria: Just put my changed clothes in the box, don't forget the pouch, and...thank you.

train cabin

There was only one middle-aged man in the first-class compartment, dressed in neat clothes, sitting alone on the soft seat. He was Oswald, the owner of the textile factory. Maria walked up to him lightly and smiled, and Oswald raised his head and stared at her.

Maria (in English): Excuse me, sir, can I ask a question?

Oswald (in German): What did you say?

Maria: Oh, you speak German. I heard that you are French, so I think you may speak English because I don't know French.

Oswald: I can't speak English, I can speak German. Can I help you?

Maria: Just one question, please answer it, a very simple question. Are you free here?

Oswald (rising happily from his seat): I think...it looks...please.

Maria (sits down across from him): Thanks, I don't like to sit in line anyway.

Oswald: We seem to have met?

Maria: No.

Oswald: Like when?

Maria: Impossible.

Oswald: Oh.

The flight attendant came over with Maria's suitcase.

Flight attendant: Your ticket, your suitcase, you can…

Maria (keeps her eyes closed, lazily): Shh... put the suitcase on the luggage rack.

Flight attendant: I wish you a pleasant journey, dear lady.

MARIA (dignifiedly) Thank you, Mr. Flight Attendant.

Oswald: My name is Karl Oswald.

Maria: Nice to meet you.

Oswald: Oswald Textile Mills.

Maria: Nice to meet you.

Oswald: Do you smoke?

Maria (always pretending to be indifferent, eyes closed): Thank you, I don't smoke.

Oswald: I don't smoke either. Do you like to travel by train?

Maria: Sometimes.

Oswald: You can think about things on a train.

Maria (opens eyes, smiles): Look, don't I do this all the time?

At that moment an American soldier entered the first-class carriage, and he passed Maria and sat behind Oswald's seat.

AMERICAN (loudly, provocatively in English): Hello, old man, doll.

Oswald: Unfortunately I don't speak English.

American: You German, anyway, you can be my good friend.

Oswald (pointing to Maria): The lady is sleeping... can you...

American: Man, your girlfriend is cute. Is she your girlfriend? I'm lonely and everyone calls me Richard. It's been two weeks and I haven't touched a girl. She is beautiful, isn't she? (to Maria) Tell me, can I sleep with you?

Maria (in English): I can answer your question, I am indeed the best woman you can sleep with, although I wonder what you would do if I kicked you under and kicked you away. I tell you, do it now if you want. Otherwise I'll call the police and put you in jail, you son of a bitch.

The American soldiers retreated in a panic.

American: All right, dear.

Oswald (surprised) This is… what did you say to him?

Maria (closes her eyes again). I said, your name is Karl Oswald, you are a textile worker, you love to travel, and you like to use your travel time to think about things.

Oswald: Where did you learn English so well?

Maria. on the bed.

Oswald (spit, then decisively): Oh... can I ask you to come to the dining car?

Maria (suddenly excited): Okay, that's a good idea.

Oswald: I want to talk to you about... business.

Maria: Thank you.

In the hallway to the dining car, Maria met the American soldier again.

American: I'm sorry, I'm taking the liberty.

Maria: It's okay.

on the dining car

Oswald and Maria sat face to face at the dining table, Oswald was very attentive. Maria looked at him and saw that his face was already wrinkled.

Oswald: Let's start with three months, if we can't get along well, then...

Maria: Do I have no other boss besides you?

Oswald: No, we've already said that. You'll get along well with Senkenberg, and with everyone else, it doesn't matter.

The train slowly entered the station, Oswald's assistant Senkenberg came to the station to pick them up, and the three sat in the car.

Maria: Don't you have any female staff there?

Senkenberg: Not in the leadership department, at least not yet.

Maria: Great, then I'll be the first.

Sonkenberg: We've done well so far.

Oswald: Senkenberg, don't be too rude.

Maria: Nothing.

Senkenberg: All right!

Maria and Oswald leaned shoulder to shoulder, occasionally meeting eyes and smiling knowingly.

Maria: Thank you, what is my job?

Oswald: Personal consultant.

Maria: Private?

Senkenberg: It depends on the work and competence of the personal advisor.

Maria: It is.

Senkenberg: Yes.

Oswald: As for the task of cooperating with the Americans, I have already said that.

Senkenberg: Don't forget, it depends on the money.

Maria: Dear Senkenberg, whatever you mean by this statement, it is correct.

Oswald: Let him speak. You will find that Senkenberg is accessible, and so am I.

Maria. Not so with me.

Mother's house and kitchen

The mother's house was very lively, Maria and her friends Betty and his wife, and Uncle Berg were there. Mother brought out a freshly prepared potato salad from the kitchen, and they talked while tasting it. Willie and Betty were whispering in a corner of the room.

Willy: Herman will be sad for the child.

Betty: Probably not.

Maria: Yes, he will be sad.

Mother: Child, child.

Willy: Maria did the right thing.

Maria: You are so kind. I don't even know if I'm doing it right. I just know that I have to do it.

Betty: You don't even count yourself.

Willie: She'll learn.

Mother: You can't move, who will care about you?

Maria: I need my own home, my own life. I still have a lot of work to do before Herman comes back. I don't need anyone to worry about me.

Betty: Really, I really don't understand you.

Willy: Maria is not like you.

Maria (to mother): Your potato salad is delicious.

Mother: I said the same. I used 2 egg yolks for the salad oil...you can't imagine it has everything now. You will also make a lot of money.

Maria: I thought so too.

Mother: How much did he pay you during the probationary period?

Maria: I want to talk to him when he knows my worth.

Betty: Is he married, your Mr. Oswald?

Maria: Think about it, how could I talk to him about it. Betty, forgive me, I've changed so much.

Betty: I don't feel it at all. No one can see what you are going through.

Willie: That's not what she meant.

Maria: Stop talking, I'll do it myself.

Mother: Maybe Betty is right.

Willie: What?

Mother: He may be pursuing Maria.

Maria (to Willy): Now you see why I'm moving out!

Prison Visiting Room

Maria came to the prison, Herman was led into the visiting room by a guard, his face was pale. Maria and Herman sat opposite each other.

Herman: Are you sad?

Maria: Yes, I know you will be sad too. I can tell you everything, and I take comfort that you didn't ask me questions that you don't necessarily have to ask. I'm going to build a house for us, and you will too.

Herman: There is a saying in Greece that a man must support his family. It means "man is the head of the family" in German.

Maria: I am your "mainstay". No, no, I'm not your "mainstay", I'm your wife.

Herman: That's a very inappropriate metaphor. You are Maria. you are my wife.

Maria: We are not Greek.

Herman: Sorry, not really. But you are brave, beautiful, and smart. I love you.

Maria: I might change in a few years.

Herman, have you thought about it?

Maria: Yes.

Herman: Then I'm going to keep getting to know you again.

Warden: Your time has come.

Maria (excitedly saying goodbye to Herman): My time has just begun.

Palace Hotel & Conference Room

In the spacious and bright conference room of the Palace Hotel, an American businessman was negotiating the purchase of the machine with Oswald and his two assistants, Senkenberg and Maria. Maria is not only the boss's personal advisor, but also a translator, dealing with both sides. Negotiations are still fruitless, the Americans said to Maria impatiently.

American (in English): Please tell your boss, I don't think they understand, we sell machines, and they insist on knitting socks by hand, so let them do what they want, it has nothing to do with our business.

Senkenberg: What did he say?

Maria: Again, he emphasized that they only supply complete equipment, not components.

Senkenberg: I ​​seem to hear something about manual labor.

Oswald: Senkenberg, you don't have to ask questions anymore, you have enough questions.

Senkenberg: I ​​didn't have a problem. I just want to stop buying these things. Can't buy two SE machines with that much money! We are……

Oswald: I know, Senkenberg, "We're decent mid-sized companies, not gamblers," I can recite it all by heart, but we're not going to grow like this.

Maria: Sometimes you have to take a risk.

Senkenberg: We're not betting on horses here.

Maria: Yes, I know. The problem now is that Americans are a little impatient, and they have to give them some answer.

Oswald: You are right. Senkenberg, what do you think?

Maria (to Americans, in English): Wait a minute, we'll make a decision soon.

Oswald: Sonkenberg, if you will, try not being Sonkenberg in your life, but being Napoleon or Blücher.

Senkenberg: Well, then three SE machines, if we can lease the equipment, if the loan can be approved, if…

Oswald: If, if, of course if, this is our profession. We are businessmen, not accountants.

Senkenberg: I'm an accountant, please forgive me!

Oswald: Excuse me, I just wanted to say that a risk... also...

American: Sir, you are very honest, we have been negotiating for too long and we are tired.

Senkenberg: What did he say?

Maria: He summed up the results of the negotiations so far, and...

Senkenberg: I ​​seem to hear him say that he is tired.

Maria: He said he was tired.

Oswald: Well, what do we do? It seems that we have to work harder. Maybe the deal is too big for us. Then we had to give up nylon and German women had to keep using textiles...

Maria: May I have an opinion?

Oswald: Of course.

Maria: You guys go to the restaurant and have some brandy, give me half an hour.

Senkenberg: If I may remind, Mrs Braun, this is going too far, it's not a translation problem...

Oswald (angrily) Senkenberg.

Maria: Mr. Senkenberg is right. I don't know business, but I know German women, I know nylon and tweeds, and in short, I know the future. I can say I'm an expert in this regard. Plus, if things fall through, there's nothing to lose, and you can finally say, "Forget it, quit."

Oswald: It was at least the first meaningful thought of the day.

Senkenberg: Much admiration, Mr. Oswald. Mrs. Braun, however, was indeed inexperienced in this field.

Oswald: So she's creating experiences now.

Palace Hotel Restaurant

Oswald, Sinkenberg, and Maria sat around a table with candles and delicacies.

Oswald: Maria Braun, you have contributed to the prosperity of our company. (Clinks glasses with Maria) You too, Senkenberg!

Senkenberg: I ​​hope to toast the company's prosperity in five years' time, if it still exists.

Oswald: You're unflattering, Senkenberg. Being with you is a disappointment. You are the best accountant in the world, the most serious treasurer, but you are too delusional about Mark, the Mark of the Empire.

Maria (to Senkenberg): I don't think it's a reproach. In terms of your profession, fantasies can seem like a very harmful thing. For financial planning, funds must be raised and loans must be obtained. (to Oswald) Mr. Oswald, what would you do if your company were without Senkenberg? Will you bet on horses?

Oswald: Well you say it, Senkenberg, what do you say?

SENKenberg (excitedly): I want to toast Mrs. Braun. With her we could go to horse races, without her we might go to the grave. (Clinks glasses with Maria) Allow me to say goodbye, I'm tired, I've been so nervous today, and...

Oswald: Would you like to quietly recalculate when we will go bankrupt? Seriously, the two of us have lived through the war years, and the three of us will live through the years of peace.

Senkenberg (kissing Maria's hand): Excuse me, Mr. Oswald, during the war and in the years before the war, the company was maintained entirely without you, when your connection to the company was nothing more than built on the accounts. I don't want to blame you, especially since political developments have finally confirmed your feelings, turning your temperance into wise foresight and human greatness. I'm delighted that the company has you again, as it was before 1933, Mr. Oswald. Especially with you, Mrs. Braun, a wonderful, unconventional strongman.

Maria (to Oswald) Don't be offended, he likes you a lot.

Oswald: I'm not angry at all. He was right in part, maybe not all. He loves the company, even wholeheartedly. During the Third Reich, the company really relied on him to take care of it. I used to dream of a real world where I could live freely, but now...his opinion is all about business investment, and I agree with him in this regard. I'm just more entertaining than he is. But looking at it soberly, I have to say, we are waiting to see a miracle.

Maria (very excitedly): I'd rather create a miracle than wait for a miracle.

Oswald (standing, hugs Maria tightly): You are an unusual woman. Want something to drink?

Maria: No, I want to sleep with you. Where is the bathroom!

Oswald: The first door on the left.

Palace Hotel · Hotel Room

Maria and Oswald lay naked on the plush bed.

Maria: I think it's better to call you "you" for now.

Oswald: Well...if you will...you know...that's not what I expected...

Maria (stroking Oswald's fluffy breast tenderly) Would you not?

Oswald: Yes, very willing.

Maria: I do too, I need a clear relationship.

Oswald (kissing her): Aren't we in a relationship now?

Maria: A clear relationship.

Maria's office

daytime. Maria and female secretary Emke in the office. Maria handed Emke a travel expense note.

Maria: Taxi is from the house to the train station. You have your train ticket, don't you? Senkenberg paid the taxi fare when we went. It's the taxi fare for the return trip, from the train station to the residence, and the hotel fee, that's all.

Lady Secretary: Breakfast--you've deducted-- (he turns around when someone knocks on the door. Oswald is standing at the door of the office) Come in, hello, Mr. Oswald.

Oswald (into the office): Hello, Mrs. Braun. Hello, Mrs. Emke, are you bothering?

Female secretary: Ah, where, where. (looks at Maria as if asking for help)

Maria: Really, it's okay. Hello Mr Oswald.

Oswald was still standing where he had just entered the door, seemingly restrained. The female secretary quickly stood up and packed the documents on the table.

Female secretary: I'm done.

Oswald: Do we have to prepare the meeting a little more. (laugh)

SECRETARY (gathering the papers together hurriedly): I'm going to Mr. Sonkenberg's.

The female secretary walked away as she spoke and left the office. Oswald looked at the back of the female secretary.

Oswald (jokingly): Emke and Sinkenberg are big conspirators. (calling loudly to the female secretary) Tell Mr. Senckenberg to come to me at four o'clock.

Female secretary: OK.

Oswald (to Maria) You too, Mrs Braun. — (softly) You come too, okay? Mrs Braun.

Maria (still sitting at her desk, nonchalantly) Is it sixteen, Mr. Oswald?

Oswald (dazedly): I'm here to see you, for a private visit.

Maria: This is not a private residence. This is the office, in your company.

Oswald (decisively) Well then, from Saturday afternoon to Monday morning, the office is open, and come with me to the outskirts of the country?

Maria: I'm so sorry, but I want to see someone on Saturday.

Oswald: You...

Maria: I am still me.

Oswald: You were another person last night.

Maria: I was Maria Braun last night and wanted to sleep with you. Today, I'm Maria Braun and I want to work for you.

Oswald: Are you afraid that people will think, I have nothing to do with you.

Maria: It doesn't matter to me what other people think. What do you think, it's different for me. I don't want you to think that you "seem to have something to do with me". In fact, I already have a relationship with you.

Oswald (confused): That...

Maria: The truth is, I have a feeling for you, you are my boss, and I don't want to screw things up for you. I have to think clearly at all times, with whom I am dealing, whether it is you or my boss.

Oswald (stiffly in French): Well, I respect your opinion.

Maria: I want to talk about my salary.

Oswald: What are your thoughts?

Maria: I want to earn more money in the next few years.

Oswald: Well, we all think so.

Maria: But there is another reason for me, Mr. Oswald.

Oswald: That is?

Maria: I think you have been able to estimate the value of my work to you during this period. I want to get these values, and I don't want more.

Oswald: I want to consider how valuable you are to me.

Maria: It's not me, it's my job.

Oswald: Yes, your job, Mrs. Braun. I'm old and a little sluggish. I will try my best, later...

Maria: Please don't talk now.

Oswald: Okay, how was Saturday?

Maria: You must go out to the countryside by yourself on Saturday.

Prison Visiting Room

On Saturday afternoon, Maria came to visit her husband Herman as usual. They sat face to face on either side of a small table, and the guard also sat in a corner of the room, seemingly only paying attention to visiting hours. Herman's face was clear, and his expression was in a trance. Maria grabbed Herman's hand tightly.

Maria: Why can't he know that I slept with another man? If I said I love you, he would know too.

Herman (whispering, painfully): It's not the same thing.

Maria: Because of that, because it's not the same thing, he can totally know. Just because it's not the same thing, you must know. If it was one thing, I wouldn't be here.

Herman (as if waking from a dream): Is he pretty?

Maria (pleasantly): Pretty and polite. He will never hurt me. You know, I was willing to sleep with him, no one forced me. Because he gave me a job and I depended on him, I wanted to be ahead of him so that I could at least stand firm in this company.

Herman: Is this the situation outside now? Is it so cold between people?

Maria: I don't know how others are. I think these are callous times. I'd rather do that, really, because then there's nothing to affect my feelings, Herman.

Herman: Shhh!

Outside Maria's house

Oswald had been waiting in front of the house for a long time, with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates in his hand, when he saw Maria coming, he hurried to meet him.

Oswald: Maria.

Maria: Didn't you go to the countryside?

Oswald (sadly): Too bad the flowers have withered and the chocolate stuffed has melted.

Maria: You have no right to ask me to do this.

Maria threw the flowers on the waste paper box and went upstairs, followed by Oswald.

Maria's house

The small bedroom was disorganized, and it could be seen that the owner had no intention to clean it. Cardboard boxes and boxes were everywhere, and Oswald was standing in the middle of the room.

Oswald (exultantly): I feel like a schoolboy.

Maria: You are a schoolboy, a clumsy, cute schoolboy.

Oswald (loudly) Why don't you want to go out to the countryside?

Maria: Because you will propose.

Oswald (dazedly): Yeah, that's exactly what... how did you know?

Maria: Knowing it from elementary school students. --please forgive. You're serious, and I don't want to be flippant. I'm going to tell you straight, I can't marry you. I can be your lover if you want.

meeting room

The meeting room is packed together. On one side of the long conference table were the union representatives, and Maria and the company representatives sat opposite the workers' representatives.

SENKENBERG (indignantly): Mr. Klenzer, I am astonished that your union sings this tune of mass fighting.

Willy: Yes, it's like shouting out to the forest and the sound will come back. Since you hold the position of "head of the family", there is no need to make a fuss.

Senkenberg: Mr. Klenzer, our economy minister said...

Willie: Yes, yes, I know, we're in the same boat. The difference, though, is that this boat belongs to you, but we row it—your beautiful boat. We want to get a little more salary, but you don't seem to be happy.

MARIA (standing up and announcing): The meeting has been postponed. Let's continue arguing next week.

Willy (also standing up and walking up to Maria): It's the same anyway. Some people will never understand this. Come on, let's go have something to drink, Maria.

Senkenberg (surprised): You... know each other, personally?

Maria: One hundred percent personal.

Senkenberg: My God, I didn't notice it for three hours.

Maria (mysteriously): Because I'm a master at disguise. By day, I'm the capitalist's assistant, and by night, I'm the laborer's spy, right? The female spy of the economic miracle, Ta Hari (Note 3). Senkenberg, why is your human imagination so dull? (to Willy) Go, Willy, let's go.

A reporter who had been waiting for a long time blocked their way, holding a small microphone in his hand, and went forward to meet them.

Reporter (asked to Senkenberg): Can I ask you to comment?

SENKENBERG (pointing to Maria) Go ask Mrs. Braun.

Reporter: Does she have the right to speak on behalf of the company?

SENKenberg (laughs): Mrs. Braun is a plenipotentiary.

Reporter (bewildered): Ah, thank you.

Maria (to Willy): I don't have a lot of time...but I can take you home...

Vico: Great. Shall we have a drink first?

Reporter (interrupting): Can I ask you to comment?

Maria (immediately changing attitude): The demands of the union, (nods at Willy) The demands made by the union represented by Mr. Klenze, are complete blackmail. I'm going to the bathroom.

Reporter: Do you agree with such drastic language?

Senkenberg: Of course, maybe you have other ideas?

Reporter: I am a reporter and have no opinion.

Willie: You've honed it, girl. Really twice.

Maria: It's ridiculous that we're sitting here face to face, killing each other...

Willy: I'd rather it, anyway, than all the bullshit in a boat.

on the car

Maria's limousine was parked at the door, she opened it, and asked Willy to get in.

Maria: How is Betty?

Willie: How do you say it?

Maria: What-what, what happened?

Willie: What's going to happen? I need someone I can talk to, and all I have is someone who can only cook for me.

Maria: She can do whatever she learns.

Willie: Yes, she does what she learns. But, most importantly, she didn't learn. She is totally different from you, not as cheerful as you are always.

Maria: I have to be happy for Herman. So he can be happy and proud. After all, a man does not like an unhappy wife, certainly not proud of her.

Willy: How well you say it. you……

Maria: You said it very well just now, too, you said, "You've honed it." Yes, I've honed it, and I'm happy.

prison

In one corner of the prison, Maria stood with her lawyer.

Maria: Dr. Klaus, he is so sad, sad and disappointed again today.

Attorney: Don't say that, Mrs. Braun. I said, if you don't come, I'll do something for your husband too. Please trust me.

Maria: As for the money, really, that wouldn't be a problem, it's enough anyway...

Lawyer: In this matter, it is not the money that matters, but the careful steps. Saying the right words to the right people at the right time matters. Caution and caution are required.

Maria: I know that only you can help him.

Lawyer: But...

Maria: I know you will help him and me. However, how long do we have to wait.

Lawyer: It all depends on the political situation, eight days, eight years...

Maria's house

night. Oswald was waiting when Maria drove home from the lawyer.

Oswald: I don't want to know where you went after the meeting today, I just want to know why you didn't tell me.

Maria: Went to dinner, with Willy Klenzer.

Oswald (understood): Then why don't you just say it?

Maria: Because it's a lie.

Oswald: I hate you.

Maria: I like you. why don't you love me anymore?

Oswald: Because you lied to me.

Maria: I just didn't do that.

Oswald: You're confusing me. Well, again: I don't want to know, where are you going tomorrow...

MARYYE (interrupting): That's fine, thanks.

Oswald: You let me go on.

Maria: Why?

Oswald: What why?

Maria: Why on earth don't you want to know where I'm going tomorrow? You are not interested in me anymore! I hate you!

Oswald: I love you, why don't you love me?

Maria: I think we'd better have something to eat first.

Oswald: A great industrialist whose greatest skill is the ability to change emotions very quickly. (next to Maria obscenely)

Betty's House · On the Stairs

Maria parked in front of a small building, she rang the doorbell a few times, and Betty stuck her head out of the upstairs window.

Maria: Betty.

Betty: Are you looking for me?

Maria: Why? Can't come?

Betty and Maria were sitting on the stairs.

Betty: Stop talking, why don't you call me?

Maria: Because I want to meet you and reach out to you.

Betty: You're crying, Maria, what's the matter?

Maria: I cried, maybe, I cried. I do not know why. You are crying now too.

Betty: I'm not crying, no, I'll never cry.

Maria: Come on.

Betty: What?

Maria: Look.

The two looked face to face.

Prison Visiting Room

There was a small table and two chairs in the simple visiting room, and two doors were open on the wall, one was for visitors to enter and exit, and the other was for prisoners to enter and exit. Herman stood in surprise at the door of the visiting room. Oswald came in through the other door and smiled and went up to shake Herman's hand.

Oswald: My name is Karl Oswald.

Herman: Herman Braun.

Oswald: I'm a friend

View more about The Marriage of Maria Braun reviews

Extended Reading
  • Fay 2022-04-24 07:01:25

    What interests me the most about this film is Fassbender's sound design for the final part: the World Cup football commentary is used throughout the final part, and the narrator's hysterical roar seems to be venting the director's anger. Other parts are quite satisfactory, and the camera design and scheduling are still accurate. The explanation of the dilapidated and chaotic social environment in Germany after the war mainly relies on the presentation of several scenes to bring out the big ones: the train station where the missing people are found is the director's emphasis. Yes, the overall black tone is also Fassbender's consistent style.

  • Chanelle 2022-04-23 07:05:22

    Every Monday shit from our school movie version in college

The Marriage of Maria Braun quotes

  • Peddler: I just happen to have a beautiful edition of Kleist's works on hand.

    Maria Braun: Books burn too fast. They don't give any heat.

    Peddler: That's one way of looking at it.

    Maria Braun: It's my way.

    Peddler: Right now it's probably the right way.

  • Maria Braun: I'm working in a bar - selling beer, not myself.

    Doctor: Even if I've learned to stop believing people here, I still believe you. I know you can take care of yourself. And there's always penicillin.