Three Men in the Snow (Drei Männer im Schnee)

THREE MEN in the SNOW

If there were no millionaires, they would have to be invented.

Mankind needs:

as taxpayers, as economic captains, as a conversation piece,

and as comedy figures.

A real millionaire is married to his fortune.

He is happy and the children have pretty names.

They are Fame and Power and Dignity.

The father enjoys them as the children grow up,

and he loves them as himself.

But not everyone who owns millions, is a millionaire.

There are also other rich people.

Who have remained reasonably natural men,

that act in their gilded environment naturally somewhat unnatural.

Morning, Albert.

Schnulli gets no milk!

He is and remains a child. Am I right?

No. It would also be the first time.

Was my massage therapist with your wife?

She claims he has broken her neck.

- But since they can't talk... - That proves nothing in a woman.

- It's an abducted lumbago. - May she get well.

Thank you, Lord Geheimrat .

- Post for Schulze? - Schulze?

Eduard Schulze?

- Eduard Schulze. - If you please. - Thanks.

Don't make so much noise!

You shouldn't give a concert, only set the table.

Is it true for lunch there are lentils with sausage?

Why?

Yesterday there were noodles with beef.

A millionaire should have a more elegant appetite.

The Herr Geheimrat eats what tastes good to him.

Do not interfere with his (lenses/lentils)!

- How long have you with us now? - Six weeks, Frau Kunkel.

I don't think, you'll remain here long.

If two think the same, would it be the wish?

- My desire you now know. - Mine, you can't, fortunately.

- Goodbye. - Return again.

Don't act as if you could read.

That you believe no one really could.

Today the winners are in the newspaper.

First prize - 14 days, second prize - ten days,

to stay in an Alpenhotel .

How interesting, what's it about then?

About the contest our Putzblank-Werke .

Only unserious people participate on such matters. There we have it.

The second prize winner lives .

One can poste restante live?

- No. - So what.

And he's still Schulze.

- The first prize winner is even a doctor. - Dr. Fritz Hagedorn.

Pleased to meet you personally, Herr Dr. Hagedorn. Please take a seat.

Thank you.

We expect the words all alone to deliver the penetration.

I'm an adman.

One could envy the company by which you are employed.

Don't do that, they went bankrupt a year ago.

I'm still available.

- Letter of application... - Address it directly to the staff office.

To you, I come with another request.

Go ahead, young man.

The Schlüter-Werke bought a fortnight alpine stay

in luxury accommodations.

You will recover magnificently.

But I don't need to recover. I am recovering.

I'm not finding a position.

I live at my mother's expense.

She has a small pension, and has recently rented rooms.

As to relax if you will. I can not!

Herr Generaldirektor,

could not the Schlüter-Werke hand over the equivalent

of the travel cost in hard cash?

Excuse me. Tiedemann. Good day.

Rhine-Ruhr transport, all right.

The Herrn Geheimrat personally?

No, you must hit him on the head.

He cares about "Schlüter's Consolidated Works" reduced to only one phone.

The Generaldirektor has nice broad negotiating powers.

You're welcome. Goodbye!

It can't happen, Herr Dokter.

It would be contrary to the spirit and wording of the competition.

Very unfortunate.

You will not be executed. Get a few days inhaling mountain air.

- Well then, happy journey. - Thank you.

Allow me to send you a packet of fresh snow as

- a sample of no commercial value. - Can't you pay attention?

Excuse me!

- What radiance in my hut... - You exaggerate, Herr Tiedemann.

What do I owe the honor?

I want back my nose that got stuck in another department.

That balance sheets are more thrilling than the criminal novels,

for 4 weeks, you and Dr. Spitze have tried to talk me into believing.

Do we need to find something more amusing for our Crown Princess?

We'll meet again, Frau Hagedorn.

- On Monday I'm back. - Good business, Herr Franke.

Thanks, Frau Franke.

And greet the honorable Lord Son. He should not forget

the women of the great world their heads to twist.

You are a libertine!

That I'll allow on a business card, at the top?

Now, get out.

Yes, Fräulein Anni.

A nice greeting from Frau Möbius, and here are the sausages, onions.

Nice of you, receiving them always changes the whistle.

- Pay tomorrow finally. - But no hurry yet!

G'day, Miss.

- G'day, Frau Hagedorn. - G'day, my boy.

Humanity treads on your luck with feet.

- Who tread on it today? - A certain Tiedemann.

His job title: Generaldirektor .

When I hinted that I'm still available, he was cool as .

You would need to speak with the old Schlüter himself.

He is said to have an underground nose for capable people.

I don't think the old guy Schlüter exists as claimed.

He can't be photographed, he doesn't give public interviews.

He never proposes six questions as shovel pile.

One may regard the man as a fairytale character.

Anyway, go to the mountains for your money.

I would prefer you go.

And flay all the flesh on my beautiful nose.

Will you actually take your blue suit along?

That's one of the most lustrous suits that you have gave me.

Where's my daughter?

- Fräulein Hilde is arriving at exactly 8. - Drink a cup coffee with me?

Frau Kunkel also, and cut a cigar for yourself.

You know to the contrary, I don't smoke Herr Geheimrat.

- So here I am. - What, you don't say?

- Have you eaten? - Yes, in the canteen.

- Have the directors followed well? - Like clockwork.

- Because they have met you only briefly. - The main thing is that I know.

Well, my dear father, with what wish today, do you scare us again?

The Schlüter-Werke just announced the winners of a competition.

The first prize a physician named Hagestolz has won.

No, a doctor Hagedorn.

- And your second prize... - A certain Eduard Schlüter.

No, Herr Schulze, in fact poste restante .

How so "aha"?

- Don't you understand? - No!

- The Herr Geheimrat is having us on. - No.

You still don't understand?

No!

The newspaper lied. This could happen.

There's still a third possibility.

I could have participated under the name Schulze.

Because one can easily win, if one is the boss himself.

Then you could, but your directors will give you the first prize.

However, the directors gave the second prize to a complete stranger.

I think, the Herrn Geheimrat?

But that they didn't know yet!

Nice directors, not to know that.

End of debate! Else I climb on the curtain rods.

There you have it. To the poor Herrn Geheimrat to suffer.

Now my next question.

What is the second prize?

The post office box of Herr Schulze won a 10-day stay

in a first-rate Alpine Hotel.

Round trip second-class.

I foresee it as dreadful.

You want as this Schulze...

Guess, beloved child: I want to.

I want to demolish the glass house I'm in. I travel as a poor devil.

With fur and tails.

In his credible wardrobe. You will be amazed!

We? No, but the people at the hotel.

If they lock you up as a tramp, we want nothing to telegraph.

Don't worry, Johann travels along.

- I? - Absolutely.

You'll be staying in the same hotel, and constantly be my teacher.

But you will not know me. You travel as a wealthy private citizen.

I don't want to be anything other than your servant.

Herr Schulze has no servant.

A tuxedo and a ski outfit for you I have ordered from my tailor.

He who delivers on time.

And when does the trip get underway?

Tomorrow evening.

- I can't ski. - Then, you'll learn it.

- I'm speechless. - How nice!

Herr Geheimrat, you are the oldest child, I know.

You've always had too much imagination and too much time.

15 years, I'm now in the house, and you are bored, and we never.

But this time you carry it too far!

I was never given a son, but don't talk to me about it.

Which reminds me, the physician, has prohibited any excitement.

Every year you send me to a spa for my heart,

and when I come back, the drama starts all over again.

" Das Wandern ist des Müllers Lust "

It'll be the death of me!

That's up to you. But please pack my phoney trunk, now ready.

Johann.

You look like an ambassador.

I certainly dare not let you shine my shoes.

And I may not address you for the whole time?

Don't you dare!

This one also?

If you don't want that Herr Schulze freezes, yes.

Dreadful!

My old skates, I rediscovered them in the attic.

Into the trunk with them!

Answer a special priority telephone call in the living room quickly!