"The Weavers" "Play of 1840 by Gerhart Hauptmann" "Adapted for the screen by F. Carlsen and Willy Haas" "Staging by Friedrich Zelnik" "Mr. Pfeiffer still has not given me my payslip!" "But you are still in advance!" "But they have to give me the money!" "A Reimann again lacking in weight!" "We are off by three silver groschen ...!" "This is not possible ..." "My husband has been in bed sick for weeks ..." "I dare not return home without any money!" "The master of all these poor weavers ... the rich manufacturer, Dreissiger." "What nice goods you bring, Bäcker ... full of imperfections ..." "Useless!" "Give us better yarn and" "We will give you better fabric!" "For this I will give half-pay!" "Mr. Dreissiger ..." "Mr. Dreissiger!" "Out!" "Bäcker not get any more work from us!" "Whether my hand is on the loom or in the gutter ..." "I feel exactly the same!" "I want my pay!" "Here I want my money ..." "In my hand!" "Such a loss by his parents ..." "It's too much weight for this tadpole!" "I am ... hungry!" "No one can understand him!" "I think ... he meant ..." "Okay ..." "Take him upstairs to my living room!" "They have gotten you a little dirty, Mr. Dreissiger!" "Something has to happen ..." "We are all hungry!" "The child is already much better ..." "He only had a dream!" "I was only dreaming ... of hunger!" "Talk to yourselves, people ..." "Am I a bad person?" "Do I let you go hungry?" "The factory in Langenbielau provides us with fabric, that is machine-made, and much cheaper!" "... despite this, Mr. Dreissiger is so kind to continue giving you work ..." "For half pay!" "But ..." "This cannot ... be possible!" "Where can your father be for so long?" "You come in vain, father Ansorge ..." "We cannot pay you the rent!" "What will I do, what I do ..." "If I lose my house, I cannot pay the interest to the farmer ..." "I am hungry, Mommy ..." "Perhaps the farmer will give me back some buttermilk for these potato peelings!" "Look ..." "Are you again at home, Moritz Jäger?" "You look very elegant ..." "I cannot complain ..." "I have been the assistant to the captain of the cavalry!" "And .. how is Emma doing?" "How do you think ... as well as all of us ..." "Come home with me!" "It's Emma!" "This is also Emma!" "Don't you recognize me, Moritz?" "The years haven't been kind to me, have they?" "It's been two years ago since I last ate meat" "And now I cannot digest it!" "Why do we need meat?" "We can devour the manufacturers ... who ar swimming in grease up to their necks!" "Can you hear me now?" "Dreissiger will only pay half wages for the fabric!" "You're an old man, you have lived through many things ..." "Tell us what we could do!" "One would have to go some Berlin once should tell the king what is going on here!" "The king founded the Order of the Swan, to eliminate poverty and misery in the world." "The Knights of the Order of the Swan" "The world is full of poverty and misery." "So we decided to create this Order, whose most sacred goal must be to eliminate poverty and misery in the world" "know, that I and my gentlemen, propose to send a mission to Africa to educate the Negros about fearing the Christian God." "The proposal of His Majesty was greeted with unanimous enthusiasm." "Moritz, you pity the poor weavers." "You should take the matter into your own hands!" "If we stand united we do not need a king or government!" "Here in town there is a court, more terrible than more distant ones, where sentencing need not take away a life." "Here in town there is a court ..." "Here in town there is a court." "Here in town there is a court." "Here in town there is a COURT" "The Dreissigers are the executioners." "the servants are their minions." "Let each one try rather than hide." "The Dreissigers are the executioners" "The servants are their minions" "Villains all, the brood of Satan, the rabble of hell, they devour the goods of the poor, their curse is your pay ..." "The Dreissigers are the executioners ..." "Their servants are their minions" "Villains all - the brood of Satan" "Rogue from hell" "They devour the goods of the poor" "Their curse is your pay" "Yes .. the brood of Satan ..." "Look at me, what they have done for me ..." "I'm just skin and bones!" "Come, let us sing a song to the Dreissigers, until their ears rumble!" "Yes, mother ... a young person can ..." "But an old man must!" "The Dreissigers are the executioners ..." "Their servants are their minions" "Let each one endeavor, rather than hide" "I do not like these modern fabrics." "The old fabric is much better and longer lasting." "This dress, for example, was made fifteen years ago!" "First, I changed the sleeves ... then the size ... and finally, the skirt." "And it looks like new!" "I cannot wear an old garment, Mrs. Pastora ..." "It makes me think of the poor weavers!" "Here in town there is a court" "Villains all, the brood of Satan" "Here in town" "There is a court" "The Dreissigers are the executioners" "Damn bunch of knitters!" "Again with this insulting song!" "These people are trampling on the law of God." "It's time to really involve the police!" "They're just hungry people and ignorant, Mr. Pastor ..." "They proclaim the discontent that we feel!" "We don't need your speeches, Mr. candidate!" "You must leave my house ..." "Do you understand!" "?" "Of course, Mr. Dreissiger, I understand you!" "Villains all - the brood of Satan" "Let each one endeavor, instead of hiding ..." "Have dyers rough up the rowdy ones down there ..." "And you must call immediately the police!" "Thank God ... there is no order!" "They have been singing the song of the weavers in front of the Dreissiger house and Dreissiger has caught one!" "... and I imprisoned the ringleader!" "I am completely at your service, Mr. Dreissiger!" "Lead me in!" "You are too few!" "You cannot succeed in front of such a large band up there!" "We will ring the storm bells, then everyone will come!" "Take off your hat, knave!" "What is your name?" "Have we been keeping the pigs together?" "What's your name, I ask you!" "Speak, man ... or I will have you lashed twenty-five lashes!" "Hey, Emilia, get out of here, winds can blow from here to tomorrow!" "He's called Jäger, Jäger Moritz!" "Tell me, Jäger, don't not know me?" "Of course!" "I don't believe any of that, Mr. Pastor!" "Bind his hands!" "Strong ... as hard as you can ..." "But they will not be for long!" "Let go of Jäger!" "Let go of Jäger!" "JÄGER" "OUT" "They want us to let go of that scoundrel." "They're going to wait a long time." "Until he has served his sentence ..." "Without pardon!" "JÄGER" "OUT" "JÄGER" "OUT" "Let go of Jäger!" "What is the matter?" "Why do the people cry out so?" "It's okay!" "Everything is in order!" "Mr. Dreissiger, Mr. Dreissiger ..." "This is getting serious   they are again in front of the door." "It will not hold for three minutes!" "We want Mr. Pfeiffer ..." "Send Pfeiffer out!" "We want Mr. Pfeiffer ..." "PFEI ..." "Beloved and terrific, Mr. Dreissiger, do not send me out ..." "I've always served you faithfully!" "Pfeiffer, come out!" "PFEIFFER" "They'll kill me if I'm caught!" "And its not my fault that their wages are so low!" "PFEIFFER" "OUT" "PFEIFFER" "OUT" "PFEIFFER" "OUT" "Oh God, oh God ..." "Is this a revolution?" "I do not dally with your chatter!" "What do these people want from us?" "It's not our fault they are poor!" "It is that precisely ..." "As if being rich was a crime!" "Quick, quick ... before they besiege the back door." "Come ... throw something on and get in the carriage." "I am coming soon!" "Save us, Johann ..." "Save us!" "Be quiet, my lady ..." "Our horses are like the wind ..." "No one can catch them!" "I lost an earring ..." "Mr. Dreissiger, Mr. Dreissiger ..." "I am being left behind ..." "These people will kill me!" "He will become poor ... as poor as a churchmouse!" "This was not stolen ... we are not thieves ..." "Throw them out the window!" "Advances" "Do not start a fire ... if you do," "The insurance will pay Dreissiger for everything!" "He will become poor ... as poor as a churchmouse!" "Let's go to the mechanical weaving machines!" "To Langenbielau!" "That night, the weavers march to Langenbielau ..." "Here in the town" "There is a court" "Give us a quick room, Mr. Innkeeper!" "Do not be angry, Mr. Dreissiger." "I cannot accommodate you." "The weavers will set fire to my home, if they learn you're here!" "For that mob, one company is enough!" "The weavers are outside!" "The weavers are outside!" "Weavers outside!" "Weavers outside!" "And here the bells began to ring ..." "Mr. Dreissiger, you have to go ..." "I cannot take care of you while you remain in the house!" "The bells ring and the people ... the weavers will come soon ..." "There are some rough guys among them!" "I sent for your carriage, Mr. Dreissiger, do not waste time!" "Heinrich Hilse" "Well, Father, today you gave us a beautiful prayer!" "Father ..." "Gottlieb ..." "You are sitting there and you know nothing, but out there, the world rushing past!" "Son, tell your wife ... that the hereafter will come before dinner!" "... Now, the weavers are the masters, the manufacturers have been expelled!" "Enough of this nonsense, let's go to work!" "Join us, father ..." "Join us, Gottlieb   Also, you belong with us!" "We are not judges." "Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord our God!" "You say you are a man ..." "A jellyfish is what you are!" "You have certainly lead your wife well!" "Do not open it!" "They will destroy the machines." "We will run out of bread!" "Open, comrades!" "For the love of God, have respect for the factory ...!" "What do you care about the factory?" "!" "The outsiders are your brothers!" "Now, for the machines!" "They are our worst enemies!" "Destroy them!" "Come with us, Father Hilse, we have the manufacturers by the neck!" "I will not go!" "I fear for my life," "I do not want to give up my eternal life!" "Do not waste your time with the self-righteous ..." "The troops are already in the square!" "You're going to see how they learn to run from these guys!" "Farewell, Father Hilse!" "I will not live five more years ..." "That you will not have spent in jail!" "I warn you one last time!" "Immediately clear out of the square, if not, I will order the troops to open fire!" "Now the streets will run with blood!" "Are you afraid of a couple of lousy soldiers?" "Gottlieb, come quickly." "Your wife is in the line of fire!" "Father, I'm going!" "I will not let them shoot my wife!" "Grandpa, they shot with flintlock rifles." "Some have fallen some, and the streets run with blood." "Here I put my father in heaven," "I have here set down with my heavenly Father, and here I will wait until snow burns, right, Mother?" "Grandpa, Grandpa ..." "The soldiers are fleeing!" "Tell me, grandpa, when you are quiet you can be very frightening!" "I dedicate this drama to my Father, Robert Hauptmann." "If I dedicate this drama, dear father, the feeling is one you know well and here there is no need for further analysis." "Your story about grandfather, the poor weaver, in his youth, as he sat at the loom, as shown here, has been the seed of my poem." "That, whether the inner life is full or rotten, is the best we can give "a poor man, such as Hamlet." Yours, Gerhart" "You have seen the German film" "THE WEAVERS, by Friedrich Zelnik"