What's the hell's going on?
Do you have a light?
You are in the wrong place.
I'm waiting for someone.
You're not even allowed to wait in front of the hotel.
Please.
The Rosemarie Girl
How nice that we are doing well.
Praise these times!
We are sitting at the top again because of our hard work.
When we were at the bottom,
We swore to ourselves,
We'll get back everything we once lost.
Yes, the flowers of our dreams,
Glow in the light of the ocean.
Mr. Bruster
Mr. Hartog
Mr. Schmidt
Mr. Nakonski
Mr. von Killenschiff
Mr. Keilenfeld
Mr. Meier.
This child, gentlemen, is named Rosmarie.
She pushes up her skirt early in the morning.
Hey, guys, I'm free. How about it?
I have kids and get my money on the first.
A child of our times, like Rosemarie,
She understands very, very much about geometry.
If you want to learn, my friend, come and pay.
Then I'll show you the horizontal.
What she knows, makes one hot. Every man.
She is a spoiled child of nature,
Which one can take literally.
And which of the obsessed gentlemen, will never forget her.
Any more?
My first success!
The insulating jackets are coming.
C'mon guys, stop with the production schedule.
This is about colours: black, red, blond.
Kleye, life is worth living.
What shall it be today, Mr. General Director?
Nothing for me today. I have provided for myself today via airdrop.
From a mail circular, so to speak.
I see.
Oh, don't be offended. Next time I will use your priceless services again.
I don't get anything out of it.
We always goose you, Hartog.
Why don't you go alone. I need some fresh air.
So, eight of you gentlemen are staying.
-Has my sister arrived yet? -No, Hartog, but the seamstress has been called.
-I'll be back in 2 hours at the latest. -Fine, I'll let you know.
Well?
What are the prices now?
Do you think they've gone up in the last 3 weeks?
You never know.
Trade unions, civil servants.
Eveline, listen carefully. OK, I need Erika, Inge, Gerda, Lizzie...
I think you are mistaken... or, what can I do for you?
That depends.
On what?
What's going on? Why don't you drive?
They sure are odd.
First they throw a note with 5 Marks into the courtyard, "Look for Black Mercedes 300",
and now you can't remember?
-Here. -I'm sorry. It's not mine.
-Yes, but I thought the car... -Ha, there are many of these.
Especially this model.
-How am I supposed to find him? -I don't know either.
Can you get out please?
If you're throwing me out.
What do you have planned? Alone, without me.
Drive to Wiesbaden to get my small car.
In the middle of the night?
And then?
-And now, Mr. General Director? -Yeah, my plans didn't work out.
Yes, I understand. The woman didn't show.
Oh, woman...Blonde with a kind of raincoat, you know?
Walked across the courtyard, had a certain something, but, oh well.
-Address? -I don't know. She didn't come.
Oh well...
Do you have anything else in your collection?
Well, it's a little late today, and besides, today is a special holiday in Frankfurt,
and there's always a lot going on. Even so, I'll call Vera. Red-haired. Red is real.
No, no, no, not red. I'm red- haired. That's boring.
No, black...
No, I don't dare. It's deceptive.
Burns like a flashbulb, but is nothing. No, no.
No, you know what? Blondes. May be a little slower, but then, whooo!
Just a moment, just a moment. I understand; blonde, blonde...
Blond, slim, businesslike...
Businesslike? Businesslike is good.
What the eyes promise is not always true.
Because money and love are seldom a pair.
Swallow the music box of life. It's way past your time.
You..you don't want to believe it, because you are feeble-minded.
Men like you are limp like flat beer,
because you don't quench the needs of a woman.
That's what you elicit, tastes as loud as warm champagne,
Not only your hair is grey, but your heart, too.
I have a prescription for the hours of the night.
Man, I know your prescription.
Can you be here with me when I'm dressed like this. -Sorry?
It's real gold, right?
What do these cost altogether?
I don't know what it costs.
Are you serious? You're odd.
-Other men always ask what it costs. -What?
Everything, everything. They have a brain like a catalogue.
Prices, prices. They don't interest you?
In business, yes, but not in my private life.
Ah, and now you're private.
As private as I haven't been in a long time.
-I think we should get out of here. -Yes, if you would like to.
I guess we can't go to your hotel?
-What? -Well, don't you want anything from me?
-The slut's getting to work.
How she managed that! I've never seen that happen to Hartog.
Good evening.
-It's late. Is my brother here? -No, Hartog hasn't come back yet.
Flat tire. Not so funny these days. It takes nothing to prick a tire. Nothing!
Excuse me.
-Don't get angry, Heinz Bernhard. -Flat!
As if this were 1913. "Prince Heinrich" is running.
-Please tell my brother to call me when he comes. -I will.
Actually, until today I was always jealous of these girls.
Of their good jobs as hotel porters.
-And now? -Not anymore.
Is this your only coat?
You don't have to be so formal with me.
Is this your only coat?
-Why are you asking? Do you want to buy me a new one? -Maybe
What else do you do, aside from approaching men?
I wait for them to approach me, if I appeal to them.
Do I appeal to you?
-Do you come to Frankfurt often? -Occasionally.
-I'm always here. -I know.
Oh, are you a fine chap.
"The Night Watchman". The voice of the beings underneath.
-No, thanks. -Well, give him something.
Well take it. You paid for it.
-Will you read them? -Of course. I'll read it to my guests.
Brothers, be sober and alert. The Devil's new adversary goes around like a roaring
lion, and searches for someone to gobble up.
The Night Watchman. The voice of the beings from below.
Are you crazy?
This nonsense.
Nothing's happening.
-One should do something. -But what?
If only I knew. Something grand.
One should get onto that. Cover picture of me and Lollobrigida.
-Say, is there no more sausage? -Why don't you ask Rosemarie?
-She wasn't even in her bed. -At least not in that one.
No tears, and no goodbye. Early morning, and a cool wind is blowing.
Tired days, wild nights. Love is the most beautiful child.
Good morning.
Death will never threaten the man who buys his sausage at Poekelmann Schiller.
-Want a coffee? -I've already had breakfast.
In the Palast Hotel?
-Come on, talk a bit. -There's not much to say.
I'm ready. I'm going.
Seriously?
Adolescent jollies. But don't forget, we took care of you for two years.
-We helped you become who you are. -In the long run, it's not enough.
You can't go, just like that. You're our best piece of ass.
You have a voice like a watering can, but when you collect so do we.
When you play the decoy, the police chase your skirt.
-Our turnover will decrease. -Find yourselves a new one.
You can leave us, but I want to tell you one thing.
As you "work" your way up, we're getting our share.
I'll even put on a tie, if I must.
OK, here.
As a parting gift.
I have to take this. Heirloom!
Take care.
-Where are you going? -I want to see where she's going.
New shoes, new stockings, and a new dress hangs and spins.
Oops!
One gets richer, if not better. Love is the most beautiful child.
Well, well. You should go on holiday, dear brother.
There's a lot I should do, but I don't have time for it.
You waste a lot of time on many things.
You don't even sleep in your hotel anymore,
even though you paid for the room.
Nevertheless, I have ever more meetings in this city.
You should get yourself a furnished apartment here.
How does one do that?
-Advertise. "A young couple, reliable..." -Enough, enough!
You are very dumb. You should know that I would do anything for you.
Who is she anyway?
How sensible you are.
I'm not. Only a bit more experienced...
Well, finally.
Where have you been running around, old friend?
I have already confessed.
-I have to leave in one hour. -I in half an hour.
In five weeks, on May 17th, our club has an early ride in the Taunus at Angelzeit.
Please write down the date for me.
The seventeenth...
Yes, that could work out.
We have meetings here on the 20th anyway.
But Heidelheit is in Gastein at that time.
Then come alone.
-And? -It concerns this French situation.
-(?????) interesting. -No question. The offer is serious.
-In order of magnitude, about 50 million. -Marks? -Dollars!
-My goodness! -Yes, amazing.
But we don't know exactly what's behind it. Fribert, the middleman, is especially
interested in the firms that collaborate with insulating-jacket cartels.
-Do you think he wants to spy on us? -I wouldn't have stated it, but...
And what do they think in Bonn? How should we handle this Fribert?
Take him into our confidence and find out what they know and what they want to know.
-Was Salit there? -To inform her friends.
Please hand me my nail kit.
I've been living here for five weeks. In that time you've been here 3 times.
50, 70, 120, and another 80 on the 14th. That was the day before yesterday. That's 200.
And now you're here again. Where am I supposed to get it?
-He has money coming out of his ears. -Yeah, but not me.
Then you'll just have to make sure he pays. A capitalist who doesn't pay. It's unfair.
Your Hartog has 10,000 workers in his factory.
-How do you know that? -Oh, we know even more.
Essen 78-1108
What's that?
The phone number. You can call right through. The cook or the butler will
answer. Maybe even the wife herself.
What was the number?
See, now you're being reasonable. Essen 78-1108.
-Where did you get it? -The information line tells you everything.
Say, how much do we need? I guess 70 for the down payment for my trombone, and you
for your accordion? -At least 60.
-So, we need 130 clams from you. -Are you crazy?
70, not a penny more.
Hartog! Get out!
Come on. It's no use if he finds us here.
Now, get out here!
Pardon me. Do you have a moment?
Can you help me a bit? It won't be for nothing.
Eh? Try it.
To the second floor please.
We are a long way, we are a long way from fed up.
We have gained prosperity overnight. We're playing the boss, no more the moll.
A suitcase, a (?????), in every house a TV, hands full of diamonds, Picasso on the wall,
"Mein Kampf" we unfortunately burned.
We love pomp and high finance, commercials, and arrogance.
To the right a mink, to the left a mink, and the freedom bell in the heart.
And (?????) social is what we want, and we'll put an insurance company in.
To the right a bank, to the left a bank, and we'll manage ourselves sick.
We are a long way, we are a long way from fed up.
We have an appetite for everything, and will bring it to a profit immediately.
A secret bank account, a pack of stocks, beware of the wrong equipment.
We live by the clock, and (?????) the figure, and praying for the economic boom.
We are a long way, we are a long way from fed up.
We made it, with our own strength, and find ourselves (?????)
To the left, debris, to the right debris, and a few bombs are lying in the dirt.
We are a long way, we are a long way from fed up.
-Let me drive for once. -Do you have a license?
-Hmm, fairly young. -Thank God.
I mean on the license.
From the day before yesterday.
-In what car did you learn? VW? -Mercedes 180.
At least the same brand. OK, give it a try. But not over 80!
And what do you call an empty restaurant?
What's going on here today?
The masters are all going to the castle. There's a riding tournament.
My God. I forget everything!
Ah yes, today is the 17th.
The only thing worse... Good day.
-Everyone's gathered here. -A those acquaintances?
Now it doesn't matter anymore. Come on.
-Who's she? -My sister.
-She looks good. How was she? -She's really my sister.
Her horse is Antonia. I forgot.
Excuse me. Order something. I have to briefly say hello.
I forgot all about it.
I'm here coincidentally.
You can't be serious! You forgot that we were going riding today, and that (?????) was coming.
That too.
I told you five weeks ago you needed a vacation. You are totally wound up.
-Or is it the woman? -Nonsense.
Don't say that.
Pretty she is, but nothing for you. You're no match for her.
Speedy diagnosis and distant diagnosis, all in one.
I have very good eyes.
Whom else do you have over there? I must say hello to Heinz Bernhard.
Leave it for now. You can do that when we meet them on the horses.
I can't come with you now. It's out of the question.
You have to, but of course not with the little thing over there.
You'll send her away.
-What's her name anyway? -Rosemarie.
And her last name?
She no princess. Her name's Nitribitt.
Is that her nom de plume, not to say her "nom de plumeau"?
Don't be so nasty. The name is true.
Better go back. She's getting impatient, and you'll need good luck to get rid of her.
-Do you still have a seat in the car? -Of course.
-So, in half an hour? -OK.
Why do they not want you at their table?
Uh, she wanted to talk with me alone.
-Heh, she thought that I... -That you wanted to bring me along,
and she wanted to talk you out of it. -Yeah.
-That means... -And what are you going to do?
Well, I am of course at fault for the whole stupid situation.
I forget something else, something very important. A French industry bigwig
is coming today. I must speak with him.
So, to make a long story short, you have to go to the castle. Just say it.
How do I get back?
You're a sweetheart.
I don't think so. I don't understand the situation.
You arrange an apartment for me. Dress me up so you can be seen with me.
Then you send me away.
If you just want to sleep with me, you can get it cheaper.
Don't talk like that!
OK then.
-How do I get back? -You can take the car.
-Your car? What about you? -Marga will take me home.
OK.
Then I'll see you around.
At 3:00 we're riding. 1 hour. Then Fribert.
-Is that the Frenchman? -Yep.
-I would say around 7:00 at your place? -Mm hmm.
-Will she tattle on you to your wife? -Marga? Never!
She doesn't know anything about us.
-She knows everything. Is she married? -No, her husband died in the war.
-He was lucky. -I don't like you when you're nasty.
I don't like you either.
You have to get gas.
-Good day. (?????) -No, gas. -Very well.
Please come here. I'd like to pay.
Thank you very much, sir.
Thank you.
-Goodbye -Goodbye
It would have been a regrettable mistake if we had not seen each other again.
-But I don't often err.
-I suddenly had the feeling I was driving in the wrong direction.
No, no, you're driving the right way. In my direction.
-And whereto is that? -Harneutsheim. Some town.
To the riding competition.
We are French. How come you speak German so well?
How do you know all that?
I noticed when we are the gas station that you have a French license plate.
Well, OK then. Are you coming with me to Harneutsheim?
-No one is expecting me. -When one looks like you,
one is expected everywhere. I'll invite you.
-But I can't ride. -That wasn't the intention anyway.
We'll watch the others as they stumble.
You aren't really a Frenchman.
Certainly. I'm from Lothringen.
I'd better get to my car or you'll run away from me again.
-My name is Fribert, Alphonse Fribert.
-I know. My name is Rosemarie. -Enchanted, my dear.
My goodness, you should go to him. It doesn't hurt in the slightest.
I used to be afraid, too, but since I've been with him...
-To drive all the way to Cologne for that. -It's worth it. Look at all the nice crowns.
-Nobody can tell the difference. -Nobody.
-Your husband isn't riding. -No, he's still stuck in Moscow tonight.
-God, how interesting! -This is his third time in Moscow!
The Russians are charming to him.
He always says, the only person they respect is a German capitalist.
-No, what they don't say!
The Hartogs looks fabulous today, as usual.
-Why doesn't she marry the prince?
-What? Them, marry? A man? -No, not a man. The prince.
Well, well, who is that?
She's not in the club.
She won't get in either.
-Ooh la la! One should do that, eh? -One would have to... -Excuse us.
Hey, isn't that the lass with whom...
-If something happens here, I'm warning you. You brought... -I did nothing.
-I'll settle this problem. -Let me do that, Hartog.
Thanks, Heinz Berhard.
Welcome, Mr. Fribert. Did you find the way without difficulty?
The directions were good, but this young lady almost drove astray.
-Do you know her? -No, sorry.
-Allow me. Fürst Ölsen, Mademoiselle... -Nitribitt
-Sounds like the explosive. -Pardon, may I ask if you
have an invitation?
-I, uh... -I find Mlle... -Nitribitt
...is too inviting. Don't be too strict.
-Say, Garstoff, do you know this person? -No, not at all.
I would have been surprised.
One must be a Frenchman to introduce such a pretty gift.
He wasn't actually intending to give her away.
I don't understand this.
-Prince, I would like to meet a Hartog, if he's here.
-He's standing there. Come over! -Please leave that to me.
-Please allow me, Mr. Fribert. -Excuse me.
-This is Mr. Fribert. These are Mrs. Eilos and Mr. Hartog.
-Enchanted, madam. -Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hartog.
-I'm looking forward to working with you. -Same here.
-Weren't you accompanied by someone? -Yes, but I didn't know if it would work out.
I was under the impression she belonged to the club.
-Where did you get that impression?
-At the gas station, where I met her. -I see.
Excuse me.
-I am not welcome here. -May I escort you to your car?
Excuse me, gentlemen. Leave the lady to me for a moment.
See you again.
-You are angry? -You've put me in an impossible position.
It's unbelievable!
I don't like to be sent away. What do you mean, "impossible situation"?
What they saw is that nothing happened.
-Nobody even knows we're... -Everyone knows my car! -Oh, yes.
-When will we see each other? -I don't know.
-Goodbye. Just go! Park the car in front of the hotel and leave the keys.
-As you wish.
But if these are your "fancy" people, they think I'm not out of place here.
I could cheat on you with any of them. -Good, please.
-Am I in the right place? -You are always right here.
-This is the advertisement. -That's our advertisement.
-But wait, there are more candidates. -As presented.
That's good.
-For my artistic career. -That will be revealed in a minute.
What are we supposed to reveal?
Everything?
Everything!
Well?
Take the measurements.
Waist is 60 cm. -60 Breasts, 80 cm. -Not bad.
Waist is 70. -70 Breasts, 90. -All right!
Waist, 60. -60 Breasts, 70.
Waist, 50. -50 Breasts, 100. -OK!
-Am I the right one? -You're the right one.
You ladies can leave.
-She gets the position? -Why is she the right one?
-Boobs, 100? That's a swindle! -Shut your mouth.
-They are fake. -Why is that?
They're real. You're just jealous.
Then you can show us.
I won't show you anything. This is immoral.
-What do you mean? Moral? -She wants to extort us.
Well, I don't have falsies.
That's OK, really. We'll take you.
Fine, I'm leaving. Anyway, I'm not compromising my morals.
Whore.
Bitch!
-And what am I supposed to do? -Can you walk for us?
Can you dance?
Can you sing?
Tell me, why is it so nice at the Rhine?
Isn't it much nicer at the Ruhr?
-And what do you do at night?
-For your career? -And as income?
I have a testimonial from a gentleman.
We'll be happy to hear that.
-Your bed is in there. -And we sleep out here.
When we sleep.
And who pays the bills?
We pay those.
-Paid vacations and Sundays off. -Paid vacations for us three.
I'm going to Spain on holiday. Later I'm going into film.
-Film? Are you stupid? -With that figure?
-Go into industry. -Like Rosemarie.
-She made it. -She's at the top.
-And she slept here.
Mm hm, I'll sleep here too.
Is Mr. Hartog here?
I know you.
-I asked if Mr. Hartog is here. No, Mr. Hartog is not here.
He hasn't been here in two weeks.
That's fine.
-Should I book something for you? -I'd like him to call me when he gets back.
-Which number? Which name, please?
-Nitribitt 16-1028 -I'll write it down.
Nitribitt.
Rosemarie, quelle chance! Please get in.
-I thought you would call sometime.
-I was always invited somewhere. -The whole time?
Every day a different factory, a different banquet.
-Mr. Hartog had insomnia. -Hartog?
Fribert. Fribert.
In what areas do you advise?
-Firstly, in money. -Oh!
-And secondly?
It has been a lot more entertaining ever since you got into the car.
Come with me. I'm sure there will be sparkling wine.
Unfortunately never champagne.
Yes? That's already obvious.
No, unfortunately you can't speak with the General Director right now.
ETT-15 can't meet the appointment.
-What's wrong? -ETT-15 can't meet the appointment.
They'll have to make it.
It came with the China business. Otherwise we could go swimming right away.
Mr. Fribert with company.
Thank you. Mr. Fribert and company, Mr. General Director.
Oh, shoot. Is it time already? Why don't you help me out of the water?
-Oh, God. My watch stopped. -That doesn't matter. Show them in.
They're here already.
Mr. Fribert, I'm delighted. I'm sorry.
And the lady, too. I wasn't prepared for that.
I wasn't either, Mr. Bruster.
As you see, the European house has expanded.
-Somewhat wide. -You're exactly right.
If you would be kind enough to turn around, I could dry myself off.
Such a thing! The young lady from the riding competition.
The one in the SL.
Yes, the French. Always surrounded by beauty.
We should recognize each other based on our weaknesses, Mr. Bruster.
-How do you recognize us, then? -From your unbelievable work ethic,
Mr. General Director. -Whoa, that's awful!
-(?????) -Yes sir, Mr. General Director.
-What are they doing over there? -A strike ballot, Mr. General Director.
-And they're staying mum? -Yes.
-Why? -Because of daycare.
Nothing I can do about it.
What are your factory hours?
It varies. The fully-automated section is always working.
-You mean 24 hours? -24 hours! When do the people sleep?
What? When they're off, madam.
Please come with me.
Come down. Strike vote. Sign here.
Here.
If we had more time I would love to show you our social facilities.
The working atmosphere is...
That'll have to be good enough.
-(?????) it is written large (?????) -Just like at our place, Mr. Bruster.
"Unauthorized Entry Prohibited"
Am I authorized?
Please not in here, Mr. Fribert.
It's not worth seeing.
I'll show you something more interesting.
Why did you erect that thing?
That's the grave of my unknown workers, if I may say it like that.
In 1945 there was nothing standing here. Everything blown away by such things.
-That was a dud. -One could believe it is made of gold.
-Well, it is gilded.
-An American? -Of course.
Written on it was, "Best Greetings, Morgentau".
But nothing became of it. They must've miscalculated.
Today, we export to 92 countries.
As fast as the greyhounds and tenacious, right?
Hard as steel, yes I know.
-May I photograph here, Mr. Bruster? -Here, of course.
Looks rather dead. Mademoiselle, would you...
-(?????) see this photo. -But gladly.
Two adorable bombs.
Good day, Mr. General Director!
-Good day. Well, how's it going? -Well, thanks. 80% are for striking.
-Well, then strike! -Yes, sir, Mr. General Director.
...a German marvel.
A couple of weeks ago I had a room not much bigger than this bathroom.
When it rained, the water leaked in.
Then you bumped into this industry wunderkind. -Mmm Hmm.
But he has been staying away since the riding competition.
If he just stays away from you for good...it's possible.
That's OK with you. Do you want to take his place?
-Doesn't look like you do. -That's how you imagine it.
-From chance meeting to moral depravity? -What am I supposed to do?
Consider it a bit. Bring a little method to your career.
That's what I'm doing.
I'm in the middle of explaining the link between you bed and your economic miracle,
and you're busy unbuttoning my jacket. It's the wrong jacket.
I've never met a man like you.
I will not pay you to sleep with me, but I will pay you to sleep with others.
I don't understand.
Listen.
You look like you have all the talent to be a big flirt.
Unusual for this area. Big flirts have so far been a French export monopoly.
I could take you to the point where you would look like a lady.
There's a Parisian suburb. Just right for these libidinous men.
They're sick of their secretaries since their wives have gotten used to the adultery.
Now you're in line.
You just need a little international polish.
Then these men will feel in your bed like big Europeans.
And they'll tell you stories of what great fellows they are.
In their factories, of course.
And they will...
They'll talk.
Shall we work together?
And what if Hartog comes?
That won't interfere.
You're mistaken.
Sentiment? You can wait 2 weeks.
What would be in it for me?
Bravo, my child!
All kinds of things.
You'll rise in the world. You'll make money.
-What do I have to do? -We'll see when we're there.
Which of the men whom Hartog always visits in Frankfurt do you know, anyway?
-At the insulation jacket cartel?
-At the insulation jacket cartel. That's good.
Hartog, steel, Nakonski, chemicals, Bruster, electronics.
-Did Hartog tell you more? -No, we were at the riding competition.
-Do they visit you already? -You are the first in this apartment.
-After Hartog? -Mmm hmm.
But let's allow Bruster to be the second.
After all, he has your address now.
-Did you see that? -I saw that.
Get him to visit.
I'm sure he talks in bed.
-Did Hartog give you these artworks? -I bought them for myself.
All that will have to go.
If I didn't know you and came here, I would think 50 marks a night, no more.
-Anything else? -The bathrobe please.
I'll bring you one from Paris later.
Anything else?
The darling goes riding, and searches for a man.
And once she has found, she'll gladly go again.
The darling lives in a big house, and offers herself.
Many men go there, in and out again.
Yes, the darling must be watched, otherwise she'll run away from you.
And whoever isn't on the ball,
he will easily lose his money.
-Let me have a word with you. -Yes?
You are a capitalist and I am just the opposite, but that doesn't matter.
You see, I am (?????) and discriminate.
I'll make you a proposal. You pay us 200 bucks and we'll save you a lot of money.
Haha, you must have gone crazy or what.
Essen 78-8011
You want to blackmail me with my telephone number.
You'll have to find someone else.
Pay 200 anyway. Rosemarie...I mean, you see, you've been gone for a long time,
and she does stupid things.
And that upsets us because we know she's in good hands with you,
and we feel responsible for her. So, 200 clams, and I'll tell you with whom.
-200 to shut your trap. -Thank you, sir.
Can't be true.
-Oh, leave it. I won't be a gardener. -What does that mean?
I have never demanded of you that I be the only one, but only because I thought...
I don't have anyone else!
I hate arguing. If you start to lie, we'll argue.
-There are rules for everything. -Rules. You're very proud of your rules.
Who was deceptive? You or I? Am I married?
-So it's true? -What's supposed to be true?
How do you know them?
Them? You know that. I lived with them for two years. We sang together.
Singing is good. Did you learn a lot from them? -Huh?
You see, they're also good at blackmail.
That sh...
So I can also blackmail, is what you're implying.
-Logically. -You can do too much.
I can't afford you anymore.
I don't want to, either.
You're already wearing a new négligé...
...from Paris. -Oh, you really want out.
So...in your formal way.
But maybe you're right. Maybe I'm really not lady-like.
Maybe I really can blackmail.
Only...I would have never thought about doing that to you.
I swear.
But, if you're scared you can prevent it.
Give me your car.
-What? My car? -Yeah.
You said you would give me your car when you bought a new one.
It's as good as new. There's no reason for me to buy a new one.
Oh yes, there is a reason.
You want to be free of me. That must be worth something to you.
I don't want you to go away.
But, I can't tie you up. You are repulsed by it.
OK, then.
I'll get the car?
No, not the car. Money for a new one. I'll send it to you tomorrow.
I actually believe you that the money will arrive tomorrow.
Funny, eh?
I would love to say, I got 18,000 marks.
For one time.
Stupid man!
-That one! -Sorry, which one?
I'm buying that for myself.
-Right away, and with cash? That's right. Now and with cash. See?
-Did you... -Hartog's goodbye gift.
The goodbye was obviously hard for him.
But why bring it right away? Do you really think you will get the car
immediately just because you can lay 16,000-18,000 onto the table?
The delivery time won't be shorter, the car won't be better.
Why don't you buy a foreign car? It will increase the cachet.
I don't know enough yet. I'd rather start small.
Besides, the colour fits with my dress. I want that one, and right away. Come on.
No, thank you. You'd better go alone.
Firstly, you won't get it, and, secondly, you'd have to pay by check in my presence.
I'm going right now. Better believe it. And they will take cash, too.
The car suits you perfectly! Congratulations.
Thanks.
Here, I'm giving you something, too. But not as a goodbye.
What is that?
A tape recorder.
-And what should I do with it? -Learn how to use it.
And here...a compact camera.
It takes particularly good pictures of text, and men in bed.
Now you just need a modern apartment to complete your entry into good company.
We'll advertise for one.
You'll laugh. I've already done that...at your expense.
Ah! Overhasty, but fine.
Please.
"(?????) or a toy poodle. Graduation required. Love will decide."
"With own bath. Perfect French."
Love decides...
"Star model with rising demands seeks apartment; highrise; central; code word: Rebecca."
One should be; one must become.
Star model. Life is a dream.
Hey!
-What fell onto your head? -What did you think?
For a measly 200 marks you wrecked the
business, even though you took such a nice percentage. Eh?
-Nice that you're not yet washed up. -Yeah, but you can't do anything about that.
I just to tell you that I have warned all of my friends about you.
The next extortion attempt will result not in money but the police.
-You'll want to reconsider that.
You can come with me. There are some old clothes of mine.
Why don't you go with the little tart.
In such a new car, we drive along in our minds.
And we follow your tracks, in the same profile and path.
Whoever still goes by foot, has a tough row to hoe.
Falls easily under the wheels in the business wonderland.
Are you injured?
-I don't think so.
Here.
Here, for you...money for you pain.
And here.
And here's my card, in case you have internal injuries.
I don't have time.
Yes, life is cruel all right, if you don't have satiety, luck, and gold.
And the highest morals are overrun by that.
You wanted to tell me about your factory.
Parlez Vous Francais? Can you speak French?
You know what that means?
(?????) if he holds it shut.
Yeah, it's Latin.
"Logis" is Latin. It's a fine word, but... No, you should learn French.
I thought all French people speak German?
How did you reach that conclusion?
Every real Frenchman speaks French. Otherwise nothing, but that he can.
My wife can't even speak German. Ah, she doesn't come along anymore.
She thinks we're rich and that's enough. That's not true.
It's completely wrong.
I read an article: "The film boss, the guiding force of his employees."
It was quite good, what was written in there.
Well, money...extremely important.
-You know what I'm reading there? -You want to read right now?
-Whom could that be? -It's nothing. It's next door.
I wanted to say, it's an awful process, the bourgeois development of my wife.
She comes from one of the oldest aristocracies in Europe.
I only still get comfort from working.
-You're setting the alarm? -Yes, of course!
First, insulation material for inordinate heat, and
then everything becomes grudging.
Suddenly it has to be material to insulate against -250° outside cold and 50° inside.
And it goes on like that. Always something new. Always something harder.
You come home at night exhausted and your wife says, "Franz Joseph, you look so tired".
This pitying charade, I hate it.
-Do you want to sleep here? -May I?
Have I said where I am?
Please give me my notepad.
On the other side.
-As far as I'm concerned, you can stay. -Thank you.
Yeah, I'm in Bonn. A meeting with the finance ministry.
-Well, then I can stay. -Then lie down. You are very tired.
-Well, wait a minute. -It's true. You look extremely tired.
The way you say that...it goes directly to the heart.
"Fermé la Porte." Lock the door.
"La fenestre." The window.
There is a home in our city, where the light is on every night.
But even when the morning comes, it still does not go out.
What happens behind the window at night, that's something many men know.
But what one knows of them in the morning, they surely wouldn't like.
And now there lies the girl, Ro-se-ma-rie
And a strange melody is eavesdropping.
"My wife stood still (?????)"
"You remind me of my first love."
"She also had such nice legs."
"Business is killing me."
"My wife wants only money."
"I'm swimming in an ocean of loneliness."
"You look like an angel."
"The blond devil."
"You make me feel like a thoroughbred."
"I would sit on you."
Industrial espionage is what it's called, gentlemen.
Here! And here, and here! All of it from the last couple of days.
There's no name missing. You are all named.
The campaign in the French press began on the 8th.
Fribert has been in Frankfurt since the 5th. Coincidence, pure coincidence!
Don't scream, D.K., we're nor deaf.
I'll drop what I still wanted to say.
Do any of you gentleman want to say something? Maybe you, Mr. Nakonski?
Or you, Willy?
Von Killenschiff?
Mr. Schmidt?
Walldorf, Gernsdorf, Kahlenfeld.
That would be all of you.
Or does someone else know the apartment at 36 Stiftsstrasse from the inside?
You, for example.
Listen, Willy. I only knew the flat at 2 Raugenstrasse.
Even so, I feel guilty as well, of course.
Insofar as the term "guilty" is relevant here.
-It is relevant!
Because I feel guilty, you can count on me, D.K., if we can still salvage anything.
Politically, this thing with the revelations is in the toilet.
There's nothing to do. (?????)
But the tapes of this Nitribitt gal won't be a great joy to her either, gentlemen.
You have to put them in her possession.
I will try to do that.
-I wish to... -You needn't justify yourself.
I would like to ask, whether, under these circumstances, if it seems appropriate
to allow the planned garden party at my house tomorrow to go ahead.
Even Fribert is invited.
What do you think, Hartog?
It would be expensive to cancel it.
OK, I just wanted to know.
Say what you want, and I do what I want.
And I'm going to the party.
And why? Should I explain it to you?
You shouldn't go to this ridiculous party.
You know that Hartog will be there. And his wife.
You still feel slighted that he left you.
And now you want to pay him back.
-True? -And I am going.
You are going somewhere completely different.
You are packing your audio tapes and taking them to Wiesbaden.
And in the lobby of the health resort you'll ask for a dry wine (?????).
Code name: Rebecca.
My code name? Are you crazy? What has occurred to you?
Your code name.
Goodbye.
Your invitation, madam?
We were in Japan to see the cherry blossoms. It was truly magical.
You should go there sometime too. As long as Tom, Dick, and Harry don't do the same.
If we don't want to see Tom, Dick, and Harry, then we'd best stay home, right Ma?
Yes, Willy.
Oh, I think...we have to go see what they're doing outside. Come.
It can't be true.
-How am I supposed to get her out? -Where does she get the nerve?
-Your little lady isn't so small anymore. -She isn't my little one.
I know why she's there. She told me she was coming.
Yes, I phoned her.
Good evening.
If you don't talk to me right now, I'll say very loudly, "Hi Willy, how are you?"
-What do you want here? -Nothing. Enjoy myself.
You told me so many times that your parties are famous, and I must give you kudos.
You look marvellous.
See? Now you trust yourself to look at me.
Hold your head up, Willy.
And now I'd like to see if you really are such a good dancer.
-Some goose-liver pâté, crab salad, eel...
-You want to kill me? Maybe a bit of celery salad.
You are a little fat for me, Mr. General Director, but otherwise...
-You're a harsh dancer. -Pssst!
Oh nonsense, they should visit me here at night.
-Willy! Willy! Yes, Mama?
-Please come, will you! -Yeah.
I'll surely come...I'll surely come back.
Mr. Fribert. May I ask you...
-You're not in Wiesbaden. -No.
-Where are the tapes? -Gone.
That's bad. For you
Are you threatening me?
I'm not letting you boss me around.
You're dumber than a goose. She is at least scared of thunder.
But you...you don't hear the thunderstorm.
-I have bad ears. -What?
-I would like to have a whiskey. -Right away, madam.
-Here. -Thank you.
-You're wearing a magical dress. -Thank you.
-It's from Paris. -Excuse me.
-Ballmar? -Dior.
-I tend to request a booking for seven. -Yes, that's what I prefer.
Pardon me. I wanted to ask you for a dance. -Sure.
-You don't really want to dance with me. -Of course. I just don't want a scandal.
Don't worry. There won't be. I know everyone here.
Nobody dares.
Just watch.
-Good evening. -Good evening.
Say, are you crazy?
If you don't dance with me right now,
I will say very loudly, "Well, Otto Karl, will you sleep with me?"
I find that impertinent.
Oh man, the heat here!
This stupid corsage!
And these boring men!
If nobody kisses me soon, I'll jump into the water.
Don't give me false hope, dearie.
1000 marks.
For the needy poets and thinkers, you'll jump.
For good causes, I'll jump.
Please, go ahead.
For good causes.
Yes.
Well, now why don't you jump, too! Here, 1000 marks for the needy...whatever.
-Well, OK. -Go. Make room for my wife.
Somebody has to get them out!
Very amusing, your company.
We arranged that for you, so you wouldn't feel so out of place.
Is this really amusing?
New German hilarity. They do what they can
Yes, thank you. I'll take the liberty.
-Do you mean me? -Mmm Hmm.
-Who's taking you home? -I myself.
-Are you sure you won't do anything stupid? -If you look after me.
-I have to talk to you tomorrow. -Missing the nerve today.
We have a meeting tomorrow. It'll have to be early.
-Maybe at 9 a.m.?
-Fine. But I don't live on Raugenstrasse anymore.
-Can you do me a favour? -Yes.
Delay Fribert for a while.
I think the company is doing that anyway.
So many nice things, are displayed behind the glass.
We would be from yesterday if we couldn't pull it off.
Nothing in life is given. One conjures it up instead.
The police dreams of (?????)
What do you mean by that, hm?
Everyone waits for the miracle. Waits for the great destiny.
Don't bribe a civil servant, my child.
But only when you're on the ball, will luck fall into your lap.
The talents of importance, yes they grow overnight.
-You, get out of here! -We are.
Ah, the red sky of morning, has made some rich already.
(?????), Mr. Policeman, right?
Come on, we'll take him to the police station,
otherwise he'll do some funny business. Let's go!
Those intent on getting rich let temptation lead them to the noose.
And in the many senseless and bad desires
that the people waste, we fall into ruin.
"The Night Watchmen." The voice of the pious from below.
-Do you want us? -No, no.
Do you want to earn some money?
-Honestly, yes. -Come on. Get in.
Can you take this and keep it until I ask you to bring it back?
Of course.
Where do you live?
Mainzerstrasse 4, at Dollinger.
Three steps.
-And what's your name? -Erm, oh, I haven't yet introduced myself.
Roehmer, Michael Roehmer.
-When should I come back? -I'll write to you.
-Please tell me... -Yes?
-Is what they say about you true? -Who says what?
-Please zip up my dress. -Yes.
-I don't know these people... -I don't know them either.
We are convinced that Armageddon will happen in our lifetime.
You should also be convinced of it.
Yes, but, what good would that do?
Then you would stop leading this life.
What do you know about it?
I know that...you live like many, like most of them.
Without scruples, without boundaries.
What do you do for a living?
Student.
Do you know languages?
I know Greek and Latin, and of the new languages, French.
Could you give me language lessons?
-Yes -I'll pay. -Gladly.
We can translate the Markus-Evangelium together.
That's the easiest. Language- wise, I mean.
What?
You said you wanted lessons.
Yes...yes. But now you have to go.
Yes.
"The Night Watchman." The voice of the pious from below.
This doesn't look very moral.
Thank you. The lady already has a subscription.
So that you don't think of running away from me again, I'll stay here tonight.
A friend's duty.
Somebody has to watch that you don't engage in any idiocies.
Somebody is watching already.
Hartog? He's a romantic.
And, how long do you plan to stay?
That depends on you.
-Where are the tapes? -Gone.
-Yours too. -Mine too? What do you mean?
I thought I could also use a tape of you some day.
You were not my teacher for nothing.
My compliments.
You have outgrown everyone.
Even yourself.
But be careful. Where you are treading now is slippery.
Like a mirror.
Do you know why I went to Bruster's party?
I wanted to see you again.
I would have gone even if you hadn't called.
But I wouldn't have called without this whole affair with the tapes.
Never again?
When you lit my cigarette last night your hand was trembling.
Fribert will disappear again.
Because of him you left that time.
In the meantime, there are dozens of Friberts.
When two men meet in a hotel lobby or in an airport, they're talking about you.
That doesn't have to be. you can change it.
On top of the 100,000 that I'm offering for the tapes, I'd pay for a vacation.
Disappear from Frankfurt for a few weeks.
You can travel where you want. You can live like a rich woman.
And when I get back? That won't work.
I don't need your money. I have earned enough.
What do you want then?
You. You just have to come back.
How do you mean?
You get divorced.
Have Fribert tell you that it doesn't work that way.
You wouldn't believe it from my lips.
Give it some more thought.
Hello.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Where's Conrad?
He received a phone call.
Excuse me.
He suddenly left the hotel.
-His wife on the phone? -Mmm hmm.
It's about time.
-We'll see each other for lunch? -Mmm hmm.
36 Stiftstrasse.
The doorbell rang.
If it's a policeman, be nice to him.
Excuse me?
I looking for my brother... at your place.
You just met with him.
He's not with me.
I'm not here because of the audio tapes.
The disgrace of the men doesn't interest me.
And the national interest of which they speak is the height of nonsense.
I have come to tell you that we won't allow ourselves to be blackmailed by you.
By "we" I mean the Hartogs.
Conrad Hartog marries the whore, Rosemarie Nitribitt, in the interest of the state.
A very nice headline.
I wouldn't be the first one who married a General Director.
I would, of course, prefer a prince.
Why don't you marry your pimp, Mr. Fribert?
Business has grown quite nicely for you.
I'm not pretty enough for him anymore.
He's opening a bordello with high society dames, like you.
Pardon me, ladies.
I'm somewhat timid when I hear what you have planned for my future.
I have never been so happy to see you as right here and now.
Mr. Fribert.
Your friends, madam, were at their most open-minded when they were here.
I'll give you until tomorrow.
By then, you won't be married to Hartog, but you will give me the tapes.
Isn't that right?
In your own interest.
Yes?
Oh, you!
You got 20 plus 10.
You'd better get the 30,000 quickly, otherwise you'll be behind bars.
Pffft! I couldn't care less!
Otherwise? Otherwise you can hang yourself.
Oops!
Did you maybe invest badly?
They are all very unhappy.
-Did you hear where they're going? -I heard to the Rialto bar.
Boredom has a lot of faces at night.
It sits tiredly on the barstool next to you.
Boredom, in the glow of the glistening lights,
sails with you as a stowaway.
I gave you something to take. Where is it?
At my place. I locked it in my closet.
There's still lots of room.
-Do you know what's in the bag? -No, no, I didn't look into it.
-Really? -Well, yes, I'm only supposed to store it.
I guess you're not interested in it.
Yes, I am.
I am, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you yesterday.
Yes, but, you don't get anything out of it.
How do you know?
You don't benefit from it. To the contrary...
Yes?
Yes, he called me already.
Tonight? What do I care about your cartel?
You are also at the Rialto bar.
You're all there.
-What did you say? -Me?
You, you said I don't benefit from sitting here with you, but that's false.
You actually look very nice.
You wanted to ask me something.
Yes, I was thinking about it, but it's no use.
To tell you something now...
Yes?
Well, look who it is!
Funny how you're suddenly all concerned about me.
And why? Because you're scared. But I'm not scared!
That's not true. I'm scared too.
Why are you scared?
I would like to help you.
I can't stand it here anymore.
I have to find out what they're doing.
Boredom has many eyes at night.
Yet all the eyes are dead and blind.
-Earlier, I was at your hotel.
What I want to say to you seemed important enough to come here.
The, ah, objects you are trying to obtain are not in my possession.
If they were, you would have them already.
I thank you.
-Well, go ahead. If you enjoy it. -Thank you.
Come.
Cognac
Thank you.
When the fury of the men rises, neither the...
Don't leave your place, because compliance calms great anger.
Cheers.
-I must urgently talk to you. -Cheers. At my home.
We can discuss any price.
Cheers. If you want something of me, come to my apartment.
Um, do you know these gentlemen?
I know all men.
-If you'll permit. -Yes, go ahead.
Are you getting drunk to see more clearly?
You should take the money and give me the tapes.
Don't provoke the lot of them.
You can't afford to. You're a product, after all.
-These lousy people. -Don't bother. They're stronger than you.
If you go to far they'll throw you back into the gutter.
Where you came from.
You're stuck in this mess, too.
Excuse me. I am the company.
And my work here is done.
Except for the tapes, which you will give me tonight.
Ha, that's what you'd like.
You loathsome... Excuse me.
They're all coming to me tonight.
And you?
Nobody likes to be ruined.
When it comes to that, one tries to prevent it.
You can prevent it.
Once again, for your sake, I guarantee the 100,000.
I don't want to hear it.
-What else are you offering? -100,000.
I can't do that. It leaves a paper trail.
Yes, that's it.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Have you ever laughed?
At whom? At you?
At myself?
Take off these terrible glasses!
Then you look much more handsome.
-Come dance with me. -No, no, I, I...I can't dance.
You want to save me, so you have to dance with me.
I have so much talent for love.
Oh, kiss, kiss, kiss... I can do that too.
(?????)
-You...you drank a little too fast. -Yeah.
It seems so.
Are they all gone?
I'm sure they're all lined up in front of my door.
-You have to go home. -Please don't go home now.
Well, how's our little one doing?
You stay here.
You're not the right customer for our Rosemarie.
You only have it up here, but not here.
You're one of those shitheads who wants to save the world, huh?
-Then you take our...uhhhh -Livelihood.
Exactly. And how are we supposed to make a living?
With your good deeds.
Look, if you're living off that, you're not doing too well.
And you two are doing better?
Are we better off?
The boy is right, you know. Soon we'll have to pull another...
I'll stay parked here, behind you.
Even if it takes the whole night.
If you insist on doing stupid things,
maybe I can take them off your hands.
Help!
No tears and no farewell.
Early in the morning a cool wind blows.
But, which of the men who had her,
will not forget her for a long time?
What?
What the hell's going on?
-Do you have a light? -You are in the wrong place.
I'm waiting for someone.
You are not even permitted to wait in front of the hotel. Please go.