Who Was Edgar Allan? (Wer war Edgar Allan?)

Who was Edgar Allan?

Based on the novel by Peter Rosei

Screenplay Hans Broczyner

Director Michael Haneke

You don’t know me anymore.

But I've known you since you were a small child.

Yes? That was long ago.

May I offer you something to drink?

Though I can only give you some water.

Yes, a glass of water perhaps.

The death of your father has us all hit very hard.

Thank you.

Wouldn’t you like to sit down?

Thank you.

I’m very grateful that you saved my travels home.

-I’m ill, did you know? -Oh?

Nothing serious, but I like it more the way it is.

I mean,

that i could stay here.

Here's... a letter.

An incoherent letter from your father.

We have it…

Dear Son, I could easily accept that you do not

answer on my monthly allowances of money, as I see in it

a sign of avoidance from me. I’m an old man

and have capitulated. Because of that I only ask

that you think of me now and then.

Have you got the documents for the heritage process with you?

I would like to say something.

Recently I found a well filled wallet in a toilet.

Could you give it to the rightful owner?

When you find money, it seems like being in a dream.

Will you return home after your studies?

Sometime... yes.

Funny that you ask me this now.

- Your father doesn’t like it. - Yes?

You'vestudied medicine in the past... or?

I study history of art now.

My father didn’t like me to change subjects...

- You live very humbly. - I live miserably.

- I wanted to say… - Doesn’t matter.

- You’re not a philanthropist. - Sure I am!

Espressio dopia

You like it here in Venice.

- You speak… - Thank you

It was fair that you’ve come.

Salud!

Salud.

You're sad.

You're not?

Cocaine Death in Venice

- An interesting case, isn’t it? - A tasteless title.

Do you think so?

I knew the Contessa...

A delicate and slight creature.

They've simply pulled her out into eternity.

They… I think she jumped down in a moment of confusion.

According to the investigation you can talk of an assassination.

What’s that you’re drinking?

I prefer the colorful drinks.

Strange, but if you mix the most colorful green and red

it becomes black.

I don’t count on alcohol.

They say, cocaine is the best alcohol.

I have to go.

Pardon me.

Ah, il conto. Would you pay it for me.

Bring us Grappa, Gino!

In Germany I only drank beer.

Sometimes I’ve fears to drink away.

One should be able to swim.

But why? Why actually?

For this reason;

This adds wings.

No. I’m not sick.

-That’s him. -Who?

There! Look! Look!

I don’t see anything.

Who’s out there?

Lucio, is that you?

There's no Lucio here.

I’ve got money for Lucio.

Go to hell.

Hello... What’s the matter?

Are you hurt?

Well no, you must be wrong.

What’s the matter?

You're bleeding.

You're here too? What a coincidence.

The choreography of the coincidence is perfect.

The same as the Signore, Emilio.

- May I sit down here? - Please!

There you can see I was right.

They're looking for the murderers.

The poor Contessa; she was hanging from the balcony.

...Just imagine that.

Aha, and why?

Who that moves in the ring of addicts is soon to learn one secret or another.

You’re smiling.

Don’t you think it could be dangerous to know about certain things?

No, you must be right.

I don’t laugh because of that, I laugh about my ignorance.

Ignorance?

Yes... You know I’ve been travelling the past few weeks.

I’m not informed about the news in town.

Travelling?! But I’ve seen you recently at a church.

- Or am I wrong? - You’re wrong.

How easily you can be wrong...

Have you lived long in Venice?

Yes, for years. I came here to retire.

You’re not German, are you?

Also not Italian. English?

American. My mother was German, I’m from Boston.

Since we've gotten more personal; my name is Allen.

Edgar Allen.

Edgar Allen?

You think of Poe, isn’t that so? My father did so, too.

What do you want?

Five gram of cocaine.

Put the letter at Sottoportego Fenice Number Four.

What do you want?

Sottoportego Fenice.

Calle Carre, billiard room, table four

Was the Contessa’s friend killed?

- Hello - I’m very pleased to see you.

You’re working...

Am I bothering you?

My hobby-horse.

In the true sense of words.

I’m a horse fanatic. I love races.

I prefer to bet.

It’s very exciting.

I was just about to leave. Would you like to come along?

Oh come on. The café will wait.

On the way I can tell you something about it.

A friend of mine. German.

I'll place 40.000 on Albert in the third race in Milano.

20.000 on Million Dollar Baby in the third race in Munich

40.000 on Black Rose in the Parisian fall-race

But that’s too much, Signore! You’ll ruin yourself.

The American will be winning.

There you have it!

40.000 on Albert. Where will all of this end?

I love placing my bets here.

It's fun.

They only bet small amounts. There's nearly nothing to win.

But they're waiting for the results.

Ja, how they wait.

How they sit there.

You don’t want to.

Have you noted everything?

Do as you want Mr. Allen: I’ve warned you.

All right, Carlo. Count it.

Do you bet a lot?

How one looks at it. Have you ever tried it?

No, never.

It’s beautiful. Really.

I think we can go. Ciao Carlo.

Come on.

Good Luck! Good Luck, Mr.Allen!

BETS -

I want to bet on Albert in Milano: 10.000.

And 5.000 on Million Dollar Baby in Munich.

And another 10.000 –

...wait a minute...

...on Black Rose in Paris for the fall race.

I’m sorry, mister:

These horses are not in the race.

But that’s impossible.

I’m sorry, mister: that’s the way it is.

Here, take a look.

Albert is running next week in Neapel.

A horse named Million Dollar Baby

is completely new to me.

I’m sure that I’m right.

And Black Rose...

...- hasn’t been running for years.

I'll take your word for it..

...But I was so sure about these horses.

Sorry, but you know this man, right?

We've been here recently!

Not that I remember...

This is Mr. Allen!

And you're Carlo!

That’s you, isn't it?!

Yes, I’m Carlo Manin!

But I don’t know this man.

This is a unfortunate story. You should be more moderate.

No offence!

Could I be of any assistance?

I would never play pranks on someone in such a way.

Do you know Edgar Allen Poe’s story “Hop-Frog, the dwarf”?

Who is nearly made insane by his king.

”Hop-Frog”, cripple, jester

is always forced by the king and his ministers to drink wine.

Though he can't bear it.

And “Hop-Frog” drinks...

When he is told to think of ball-costumes

for the king and his ministers he creates a plan.