Something For Everyone

Hell.

Good day to you.

Good Morning, Father.

A remarkable year for butterflies.

One would hardly believe it.

Well just a day at this very spot...

I saw a Vanessa Atalanta.

It eluded me, of course. Most things do.

Admiring our castle Ornstein?

Who lives in it?

The last who can afford to live in their castles anymore.

The Countess Ornstein...

is at the tower house now.

And she can hardly keep that up, poor lady.

I remember the times before the war...

but the Count was still alive.

These are the bad new days.

That's what I call them...

the bad new days.

When I was a little boy...

my grandmother bought me a picture book.

In it was a castle,

just like that.

I used to lie under the kitchen table...

with a hunk of bread and goose fat

and look at the castle.

Dreaming it was all yours, I expect.

A child's dream.

Just passing through?

I was,

but maybe I'll stay

if I can find work.

I see, work, shouldn't be too hard.

Dear!

There it is again!

There it is again!!

For me!

Thirty years.

Over thirty years

I've been waiting for a Vanessa Atalanta.

Just wait long enough and things come.

What luck.

That's a secret, Father.

Just wait long enough.

How I long to see Lenea's face.

Once upon a time

a young prince approached a castle

where lived a beautiful young princess.

Her mother, a cruel and powerful queen.

The princess and her brother were prisoners

in the wicked queen's castle.

You don't have to pay til you leave.

Never trust strangers.

My horoscope seems to think that

strangers will bring you luck.

Capricorn. What are you?

Capricorn.

Well...

Maybe strangers will bring me luck, too.

Why not?

I suppose all of the people in Ornstein, here, work for the countess.

Are you joking?

What would she pay them with?

They are not all as stupid as Rudolph.

Rudolph?

The countesses' footman.

Just give him a shilling or two for a beer, and he's happy.

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

Nice dogs you've got.

Just put your hand down to pick up your beer and

I've got a splinter.

Let me see.

Hey, hey my friend,

let me buy us a beer.

I don't know. Better not. Stick to one in the morning. That's my law.

Know why I need my beer in the morning?

Going to the butcher, what's the cheapest cut of meat today for the Countess Ornstein.

To the green grocer.

No strawberries. It's too high for the Countess Ornstein.

That's humiliating to my pride.

Now, look at this.

Know how old it is?

Twenty, thirty years, I think.

How would it make you feel walking around in this?

What does she care? She doesn't even notice.

Sitting around like nothing changes. Styles, fashions. Nothing.

Museum. That's where she belongs, my friend.

Well, I'm off.

Back to work?

Thursdays?

Polishing the silver, waxing the salon, washing

the dishes because it's the boy's day off.

Maybe the countess could use an extra man?

Come with me, my friend.

If they're so hard up, why don't they sell the castle?

Sell Castle Ornstein?

You don't know about Castle Ornstein?

This way.

And, no one can sell that castle, by law. It's for Ornstein's.

Hundreds of years, it's got to be Ornstein.

Hundreds of years, past, present, and the future to come.

Smell the beer?

No, Mac.

It's the lozenges.

There's no more coffee.

I'll tell Klaus to bring some more.

No, no, no.

It's quite alright.

No trouble at all.

Come, sweetie.

Excuse me, madam,

but this is Conrad.

He wonders if you could take him on.

Helping with this and I could do with it.

Come here.

Do I know you, or your father, or any of your family?

No, madam, I'm new here.

And you want to work for me?

Rudolph says you are understaffed and since that is my line of work...

I see.

Your coffee, madam.

Rudolph appears to need an assistant. He has brought this young man. He seems... suitable.

I see, madam. Yolaf Claus found his references at the factory.

I'm sorry, but, where I slept last night, somebody stole my money and my papers.

It's just that I met him in the village and

he said he wanted work... - You should have told him there are no openings here.

It was kind of you to consider helping this

young man, madam, but I'm sure you understand.

Herthe, my darling,

the mayor just called.

He begged me to plead with you once more about Wednesday.

He knows I never do those things anymore.

Of course, but he's hoping.

Since the auditorium will be dedicated to the memory of Heine.

I do not need to open a municipal auditorium to be reminded of my husband.

There isn't a moment of the day.

Not a moment of the day.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

I could have told you it wouldn't work.

We're far too poor to hire anyone new.

Every now and then, mother gets delusions of vanished grandeur.

But Klaussen brings her down to earth.

Father made him promise to take care of us on his deathbed, you know.

I heard when I peeked around the door.

I heard the death rattle, too.

I was only six at the time, but you remember those things.

Where do you come from?

Nowhere in particular.

How lucky you are!

We come from everywhere in particular.

Before the war, it seems we owned half Europe.

But look at us now.

From everywhere to nowhere.

Critter and Crinkles approve of you.

They only approve of murderers and perverts.

Which are you?

Both.

I knew it.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Hello.

- You're back. - Is there a men's room?

How much are the cheapest seats?

Standing room in the gallery, two marks.

'Tis half over, isn't it?

Right back to the hotel, Fahrer Olaf.

We're going to Innsbruck and back again tomorrow. We have to make another early start.

That's a beautiful car you've got.

Still as good as the day I bought her.

They don't make cars like that anymore.

I've been around cars. I know.

No one appreciates quality these days.

Do you think my fares notice it?

No! To them it's just any old crate.

Not to me, though.

You're so right.

Well, good luck to you.

I'm sorry. I'm...

I'm so sorry.

Good morning, sir.

Carl hurt his hand.

He asked me to drive for him today.

I hope that's alright.

So much junk.

Anyone would think we're out to climb the Mattherhorn.

What's your name, driver?

Konrad, Fraulein.

Konrad.

Carl says it's to be the Innsbruck direction today, sir. Is that correct?

Correct.

Panorama's driver.

That's what I want plenty of.

Panorama.

The poor driver must be starving.

Nonsense. They always bring their own lunch.

Father, you are impossible.

Impossible, exactly.

All my life I said it's impossible, is it?

Alright, I guess I'll roll up my sleeve.