Lover Divine (Leise flehen meine Lieder)

The Unfinished Symphony.

A film about Franz Schubert Written by: Walter Reisch Musical Elaboration: Willi Schmidt-Gentner.

Cast: (above)

Directed by: Willi Forst.

This film tells the story of the curious Symphony in B minor composed by Franz Schubert,

known famously as, The Unfinished Symphony.

Schonbrunn Pawn Shop.

Please pay at the next counter.

Next, please.

Your name?

Elizabeth Stangebrunner.

Occupation?

Property and Transaction Tax Dept., Deputy Director and Widow Representative.

A Napoleon made of plaster.

That will be 45 kreuzers.

But you gave me 60 kreuzers the last time!

The price has dropped since he lost the Battle of Aspern.

Receive payment at the next counter.

45 kreuzers for a Napoleon is a direct insult to His Majesty.

Next, please.

Name?

Your name please.

Franz Schubert.

Franz Schubert... Occupation?

Substitute teacher and composer.

Substitute teacher and composer.

A lute.

A lute made of wood... 80 kreuzers for it.

80 kreuzers?

Oh dear.

I thought it might be worth a little more.

Due to the laundry fees...

and rent I still have to pay...

Sorry, but that's the rule.

Ah, the rule.

What a shame.

It can't be helped.

Receive payment at the next counter, please.

1 gulden and 80 kreuzers.

30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 kreuzers...

and 1 gulden.

Please come again soon.

Next, please.

Miss. Miss.

Yes, what is it?

I think you've made a mistake.

You said the price for a lute is only 80 kreuzers.

You gave me a gulden too many.

Sshh! Mr. Schubert.

Not so loud, please.

You are too honest. Actually, I secretly...

Well... Even once in a while you make an exception, right?

I see.

But, why in my case only?

Why?

Well, because... you said that...

You absolutely must have it for the laundry and the rent.

Well then,

I thank you.

My landlady will also be happy.

She will think it's Christmas.

If everyone is pleased...

So am I.

At the well outside the gates.

Majestic, by the fountain, there stands a Linden tree.

Oftimes, beneath its shadows.

I dreamed my sweetest dreams.

Its bark enclosed my secrets,

my joys, and deepest pain.

What's the matter?

And always it has drawn my soul, for comfort and peace again.

What interests you so?

For comfort and peace again.

The song they are singing,

that is my song.

Really?

Once more this day I passed by,

Your song?

- Yes. - By yourself?

Of course!

But that song is popular throughout Vienna.

Is that so?

Really yours?

Then you should be wealthy.

But my songs pay nothing.

Why? We must pay for the notes... for the score.

My songs can be remembered without a score.

I see.

Well, why compose if they don't pay you?

What else would I do?

Here you find'st your peace!

Such a pretty song.

And with nice lyrics.

Well, it's by Goethe.

By whom?

Von Goethe.

I mean, the poem. The song's poem is by Goethe.

But what you fall for. The poem is by my friend, Mueller.

Why do you think Goethe?

I thought all poems are by Goethe.

Just who is Goethe?

He's a famous poet.

Oh?

I don't know him at all.

That's funny. You've never heard of Goethe?

No. How do you know him?

From our pawnshop.

Oh, Goethe goes there too?

Of course not.

He himself does not.

Only his books. Once a lady placed them with us and never picked them up.

Emmy, why aren't you fixing lunch?

It's already 11:30.

Oh no, it's Father.

Goodbye, Mr. Franz... Mr. Schubert.

Goodbye, and thank you again for everything.

Now make good use of the money. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

A gift to you.

Complete Poems of Johann Wolfgang Goethe.

Passing lad a rose blossom spied,

Blossom on the heath growing.

I'm pleased everyone is full of energy today.

Sit down.

We now continue with arithmetic.

You will write down what I write, and read aloud.

1 x 1 is 1.

Repeat.

1 x 1 is 1

1 x 2 is 2.

Repeat.

1 x 2 is 2

2 x 2 is 4

2 x 2 is 4.

Passing lad a rose blossom spied,

Blossom on the heath growing.

2 x 3 is 6.

Repeat.

2 x 3 is 6.

Blossom on the heath growing.

Repeat.

Blossom on the heath growing.

Passing lad a rose blossom spied,

Blossom on the heath growing,

'Twas so fair and of youthful pride,

Raced he fast to be near its side.

Repeat!

Passing lad a rose blossom spied,

Blossom on the heath growing,

'Twas so fair and of youthful pride,

Raced he fast to be near its side,

Saw it with joy overflowing.

Blossom, blossom, blossom red,

Blossom on the heath growing.

Mr. Substitute Teacher.

Just what class do you think this is?

Arithmetic, Schoolmaster.

Come to my office immediately.

Well then students, you may pack your belongings and go home.

Tomorrow you will have the day off from school.

And I think the next few days as well.

Schoolmaster's Office.

Come in.

Your Excellency.

Do you know who I am?

Yes. Court Master Musician.

Rumor has it that you are talented.

Thank you, Court Master.

I will give you an opportunity to show your skills in public.

As you may know, the Royal Highness, Princess Kinsky...

holds a soiree every first Thursday of the month.

At this soiree, prominent figures of society...

theatrical and musical directors, as well as the press...

even gentlemen from the court are invited.

One who is favorably received at the Palais Kinsky,

will be secure for the rest of his life.

So, how does Thursday sound?

I accept your kind offer. Thank you, sir.

So long.

Therefore, please make an exception just this once for...

the loan.

Please, I wish to take my formal suit and leather shoes out of pawn...

for just one day on Thursday.

My dear Mr. Schubert, I make no exceptions.

I do this not as a hobby.

Your clothes will remain here until you pay.

Look here, Mr. Schubert,

What if I return items without receiving payment?

Please sir, my entire career depends on Thursday's event at the Palais Kinsky.

Mr. Schubert, I care not one whit about your career.

I will never return your clothes.

May you go naked in front of the princess!

Good day.

Mr. Schubert.

Quick. Come here. Quick!

Hurry, before Father finds out.

I have prepared a few things that will certainly fit better than your own.

We even have the outfit of an Italian solo dancer.

He grew so fat that he could not wear it. Made entirely of silk.

And the vest of an old Baron who cancelled his wedding because the bride ran away.