The German House (Deutsches Haus)

GERMAN HOUSE RESTAURANT

Eva, put your coat on!

You'll catch pneumonia!

Mark my words.

GERMAN HOUSE RESTAURANT

FRANKFURT MAIN AIRPORT

Arrivals

Mr. DYLKA Mr. WOJCIK

Passengers on flight SR 43 to Berlin, please proceed to boarding gate 4.

ARRIVALS

He's late.

His name is Jürgen.

You're going to put on your good jacket, right?

Don't blame me if the goose is dry later.

- Where's your groom, huh? - Stefan!

Have you lost your mind? I just got this dress!

Does he not want you?

I'm going to get you!

Can I have his dessert, then?

A Karmann Ghia! Is that him?

Passengers of flight Pan Am 53, please check in at the gate.

ARRIVALS

Good morning.

Hello.

Well... Mr. Dylka?

Where is Mr. Wójcik?

Wójcik.

They arrested him at the airport.

Hello, Eva.

Hello.

That's a pretty dress.

Mm-hmm.

We're being watched.

My family is a curse. Thank you.

These are for your mother.

Then why are you giving them to me?

I'm terribly nervous. Wait.

And my heart rate is at 200 or something. Feel it.

- Oh... - It will all be fine.

- He came alone. - What do you mean, alone?

Right, without a translator.

We'll need a replacement. I'll call the Körting agency.

And what am I supposed to do now?

I don't understand a single word.

...please report to the information desk.

THE INTERPRETER OF SILENCE

The ENGAGEMENT

Be careful, it's hot.

- Mm-hmm... - Yuck!

Stop it!

If you continue to refuse to go to the hairdresser's,

I'll do this eight times a day.

the Turkish state authorities, we...

Oh, who could be ringing us while we're having goose?

- It's Tommi! - We're eating, Stefan!

You've garnished yourself again, Dad.

Uh-huh.

- - Uh, do you sell washing machines as well?

[indistinct TV chatter in background]

Uh, unfortunately, we don't... Stefan.

Do you need one?

- I don't, but Mom needs one. - Hush!

Why? You wanted one for Christmas!

Good, this one does have a decent amount of meat.

Bieler's skinny chickens don't compare.

Listen up, Elsterwerda! Mrs. Ingrid Waldhorst.

"Dear Grandma Ingrid. All the best for your 72nd birthday from Charlottenburg."

That's a nice painting.

"Warm regards from Monika, Helga, Eva, and Katharina."

The apartment comes with the restaurant. You can only lease them together.

I'd like a drumstick.

My little snuggle bunny!

Guests are served first.

Hi, everyone.

You're just in time.

Mr. Schoormann?

My pleasure.

I'm the older sister. The one who can't find a husband.

No sympathy, please. It would be uncalled for because I'm jolly glad about it.

Right...

Breast or drumstick, Mr. Schoormann?

I'm sorry, Wilhelm. It's not really hot anymore.

Well, at least I won't burn my mouth.

Yes.

If the trial goes by quickly, I'll be back home in six weeks' time.

Right, we always...

- Come out on top. - Come out on top.

Then we can also finally go back to Berchtesgaden to go skiing.

- - Aren't you excited at all?

Of course I am!

Is there something you have to confess to me, my daughter?

You crashed my car.

Women shouldn't be driving in any case.

How bad is it?

It wasn't my fault.

Someone crashed into my rear end at a traffic light.

- And he had a whiff of alcohol. - Mm-hmm.

Hm.

Is that all?

It's already perfectly un-dented and repainted.

Really?

So what?

Right, so what?

He'll only tip six percent at the most.

Mom, you don't like him?

And he avoids eye contact.

He's hiding something.

And he has a few illegitimate children.

Nonsense! At one point, he even wanted to become a priest.

Priests have more illegitimate children

- than anyone else. - Keep your voice down!

No, he only dropped out of university because his father got ill.

What does he have?

Some sort of calcification. The doctors aren't quite sure.

His mind keeps going blank. But don't tell anyone, please.

What do you like about him, Eva?

Mom, that's a silly question.

Eva has landed herself an heir worth millions.

It's a gentleman from the agency.

Eva, your boss!

Well, and I completed the apprenticeship...

This is Eva Bruhns speaking. Hello, Mr. Körting.

Right, and my wife, you would never guess, she really wanted to become an actress.

But her parents strictly forbade it, even though they were both musicians.

The two of us met at the hotel management school.

Well, and then... uh... there was the war.

I was in the field kitchen at the Western Front, very far west.

It was my boss.

They need me.

Yes!

On a Sunday?

Yes, it's an emergency. There's a trial starting on Thursday,

and I was the only one they could get a hold of.

What must be, must be.

You really want to leave me alone here?

It's probably just because of those faulty machine parts from Poland.

Siemens sued them for damages.

It's a twist of fate. You're presented with a window of opportunity, as it were.

Right.

Wait, wait!

What if your father sees us?

He likes you. And he's in a good mood.

He'll say yes.

See you in one hour then.

How do you take your coffee, Mr. Schoormann?

- Sugar, no milk. - Sugar, no milk.

STATE SUPREME COURT

- Hello. - Miss Bruhns? Please come with me.

May I ask you something? Did you buy your shoes at Hertie's?

No. At Leffers'.

Are you claustrophobic?

Don't you worry. The elevator has never got stuck.

Gosh, I had such a hard time getting hold of your boss.

- On a Sunday. - Yes.

When this trial is over, then I will definitely work as a freelancer again.

Here, you only see the same faces. Not enough choice!

- -

The prosecutor is mine.

- Sure. -

Hello.

This is Miss Bruhns.

Here's the deal... Uh, we need this man's statement.

Take a seat over here, Miss Bruhn.

Bruhns.

They were supposed to send an interpreter from Poland,

but apparently, he was denied permission to leave the country.

Mr. Dylka.