Aimee & Jaguar
That's nice.
I got him!
- Good!
Berlin has always been one of Europe's
most important cities ... a center.
And right here in these rooms you're in
the center of the center, so to speak.
Government buildings are so close, you
might meet the Chancellor for breakfast.
The radiance of the next millennium
streams through these very windows.
This way, please.
The wallpaper will be removed,
and the walls will be plastered.
Rudi, take your hands off that!
Rudi, where are you?
The photos and the chair are mine.
You can burn the rest.
You've got all my things?
- Yes, don't worry, Mrs. Wust.
I'll be with you in a sec.
There you are.
Lovely skirt.
One last look?
You'll get used to it, Mrs. Wust.
Just get yourself settled,
and then come down and meet the others.
Do you like to play rummy?
Mrs. Wust?
Where is she? Mrs. Wust?
Where are you going, Mrs. Wust?
Be sensible.
Stay here!
- I gotta leave.
- Where are you going?
No, no, no!
- Stay here! Be sensible!
Where are you going?
Where are you going, Mrs. Wust?
Ilse?
Yes, well, I'm Ilse.
In November, 1943, my girlfriend Felice
and I went to hear Beethoven's Ninth.
The Berlin air battle was in its 3rd week,
but life's full of contradictions.
War didn't interest me at all
that evening.
All I had on my mind
were Felice and her elegant perfume.
Something wrong?
Ilse?
I said I couldn't babysit tonight,
because I had to look after
my sick father.
So that's Mr. and Mrs. Wust.
- No.
- No?
Not Mr. Wust.
Pretty.
Very pretty.
Not in the middle of a movement!
Nobody leaves the stage!
Where are my glasses?
- We won't find them now.
- Women!
Once the alarm went off,
Felice took a close look at Mrs. Wust
who I was working for during
my domestic year. She was irresistible.
Are these yours?
- Yes, thank you.
Ernst! Ernst! Here!
I almost never wear them, but ...
Just the same.
- Thank you.
- Thank you. Come on.
Please, use the side exits...
Don't get your hopes up.
She tries it with everyone,
but she always stays with her husband.
Lovely eyes.
- Especially
when the Hitler Youth marches by.
Felice Schragenheim? Miss Schragenheim?
Your father was a good doctor.
Watch out for yourself.
Good heavens.
Faster! Faster!
Here.
Come on.
The 50 best photographers were sent to
photograph the most beautiful buildings.
They'll destroy everything.
Here you are. For our English friends.
Are you crazy? What is this?
The latest transport lists from Hungary.
Have Schmidty photograph them.
Till tomorrow.
- Felice.
You've lost all sense of danger.
That's not good ...
for any of us.
as well as Felice.
She worked for a Nazi newspaper,
wrote countless poems
and never let anyone with shiny
long hair, like myself, slip away.
I sometimes thought
Felice was lots of people.
The moment I got hold of one,
I was betrayed by another.
She was hard to hold onto,
and only with her grandmother
was she gentle as a lamb.
Aaron, your lips are blue.
Drink this. It'll do you good.
I don't believe it.
Grandma!
- Why won't she listen to me?
I've told her at least ten times,
"Stay in the house. Don't go out
on the streets. Don't come here."
Grandma!
Half of Berlin is burning.
Don't tell me you weren't in the cellar!
Sit down!
- Were you in bed?
Were you at a concert?
- What does that have to do with it?
Then don't talk about danger!
- No. Ilse and l...
And not with your mouth full!
Sorry, Ilse. I know.
Grandmothers are always a problem.
When she was a child, she wanted to ride
her sled backwards over a cliff.
Right, Felice?
- Only once.
Anyway, it was my sister's idea.
She's in England now! And where are you?
- On the moon! Nothing'll harm me there.
Ilse, why are some people crazy
and others not?
- I don't know.
What about her fianc?
- Who?
Her fianc. She's engaged.
What's he like? Who is he?
Can he support her?
What does he look like?
Handsome, tall, black hair ...
When will he take her away?
Soon, Grandma. Very soon.
Madam,
could we possibly have the rest
of the potatoes?
Ilse, take care of her, won't you?
I had such beautiful dreams about you
this morning. I would give anything ...
... to kiss
... and perhaps above your neck.
Above your neck ... Even a little more.
Well, Mrs. Schrader? Still in one piece?
We shot down 41 planes,
but my toilet is gone.
How's my editorial coming along?
- On the desk in front of you.
My little Mrs. Schrader,
Around 5,000 apartments in one night.
Total chaos at Party Headquarters.
Everyone's nerves are worn raw.
If people knew what was going on
out there. It's dog eat dog.
Like some?
- No, thanks.
But Goebbels is a genius.
Last night he said
that great people leave their mark.
And when they're gone, the mark remains.
What do you say?
Brilliant.
Keep your eye on it.
- I will.
You're so beautiful.
I had such beautiful dreams about you
this morning, and I would give ...
"... anything to kiss your gentle hands,
and perhaps above your neck ...
As deeply as a rose."
Not too bad, is it, Ilse?
"I only want to be alone with you,
embrace you and tell you again ..."
Bernd! Eberhard!
It wasn't the mountains, dummy!
It was at the zoo, zoo, zoo!
Then I won't play anymore.
And I'll wreck your castle!
That's enough! lf I hear one
more word from you,
I'll send you to the maneaters
in Bavaria!
Got it?
- Mommy, who is the General?
Quiet!
"I want to find stars
for you and for me.
Shall I tell you why?
I love you.
You are so beautiful. Jaguar."
No one has ever ... I mean ...
No one has ever written me like this.
Who could it be?
Ernst?
What's wrong?
Should I see if I can get any semolina?
Semolina? Now?
- Yes.
Now!
Want to see something?
Here, have a look.
How can you write such letters?
I only wrote one.
How did she react?
Anything dramatic?
Come on, tell me!
Ilse, it was just for fun.
Nothing but good fun. Nothing else.
Is it "fun" that she can smell Jews?
Is it "fun" that Jews are to blame
for every bomb that falls?
Did she really say that?
- This morning.
What a coincidence.
- Why?
I have a date with her.
- You what?
Maybe she really can.
- What?
- Smell Jews.
Felice, could anything ever stop you?
Oh yes. A lot.
What have you got there?
Oh no!
Thringer? My beloved Thringer sausage.
Is it real?
Yes, from the newspaper office.
This is for you.
The rest is for Grandma
and your parents.
See you later.
God! Ilse. He'll be here in 5 minutes.
Where are my glasses?
- There.
Where?
- Over there.
I'm so nervous. My God! I'm so nervous!
Ilse, how do I look? Good?
- Sure. As always.
Hm?
- Attractive as always.
Bernd! Eberhard! Are you crazy?
I cleaned this room 10 minutes ago!
Take your soldiers! Where are your shoes?
- I have them on.
Off the sofa! Get out of here!
Eberhard, put your shoes on!
We were playing.
- Out!
Get out of there. Ilse!
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