:09:03
"My angel, my all, my other self.
:09:08
Just a few words today
and that in pencil, yours.
:09:14
Only tomorrow will I know for certain
where I am to stay.
:09:18
A worthless waste of time
and such.
:09:22
Why this deep sorrow?
:09:24
If we could be united,
we would feel this pain no longer."
:09:36
- Good atternoon, sir.
- Good afternoon, Frau...
:09:39
Streicher.
:09:40
- Herr Schindler.
- Let me tind your reservation.
:09:44
I'm afraid I don't have
a reservation.
:09:47
Oh, no matter. We have always room
tor a gentleman such as yourselt.
:09:52
Is this the address for this hotel?
:09:58
One moment.
:10:00
Ja, ot course.
:10:02
Do you know the name
Ludwig van Beethoven?
:10:05
- The composer?
- Yes.
:10:08
I knew him.
:10:10
- Did he ever stay here?
- Are you a policeman?
:10:16
Then I will not answer your questions.
:10:18
Oh, please, I'm trying
to conclude his attairs.
:10:22
Ah, van Beethoven is dead.
:10:25
Alas, yes.
:10:26
Best thing for him.
He was a terrible man.
:10:29
Then he stayed here?
:10:31
A long time ago.
Too long to remember.
:10:35
I can remember only the damage.
:10:37
The damage?
:10:39
I was never paid tor the damage.
:10:42
He smashed it all up, everything.
:10:45
There was a chair, three tlorins.
Window, tive.
:10:50
- I had to paint everything.
- Frau Streicher.
:10:53
Would this be sutficient?