Aimee & Jaguar Page #2

- Yes?

No! No! Who did that?

- Not me.

- Me neither.

It was a present from Gnther.

He's going to kill us, all of us!

Doesn't matter.

Get your coats on and go!

But not to the zoo again!

- Yes, come on ...

Stop! Who does this belong to?

Me.

Here. Put it on outside.

See you later, my little pet.

Have fun, dear. Give me a kiss.

You, too. Bye bye.

When her beaus came,

Mrs. Wust behaved like a teenager.

She cleaned and scrubbed all day,

so that nothing

would interrupt her tender rendezvous.

Romantic to the bone, she thought

that Felice's letter was from him.

She feverishly awaited the moment

when she could throw

her hungry heart at his feet.

Incomprehensible!

So much trouble for a man.

I tell you something.

They just don't get it.

All anyone ever talks about is food.

We don't have this ...

Hello.

- Or we don't have that.

How's it going, boy? Heil Hitler!

Do you love me?

Tell me, do you love me?

Look at this. Come on, look at it.

Isn't that a tree? Huh? Isn't that a tree?

Princess, isn't that a tree?

Heavens! Is it your husband?

Lilly!

- It's my father!

And my mother!

What?

Where to? Don't you have a balcony?

- No! No! In there!

What's wrong? Are you ill?

- Ill?

Yes ... I mean no.

I was just on my way out.

Where are the children?

- At the zoo.

- Again?

They were there last week.

- And the week before.

Is Gnther here?

- No, he left his things here.

I didn't know he came.

- I didn't either.

And good riddance! Let him talk about

wonder weapons and final victories

when he's on the front where

nobody knows what's going on.

Oh, cut it out. You're the one

who keeps babbling about politics.

8,500 tons of explosives in two weeks!

And it's going to go on like that

until that scum is finally gone.

Are you talking about German soldiers?

Who is that?

- Yes, well ...

it's Captain Ernst Biermsl.

Did you hear that, Lilly?

Those of us on the front have no idea

what's going on.

And the answers are all right here.

You and your drinking buddies,

you know what's going on, right?

Regardless, I'd like to know what

you're doing in my daughter's bedroom.

Dancing Bavarian jig.

I'm reporting you.

What do you say now?

Nothing.

Now you can smell death

like your son-in-law.

Where's the door?

That was a bit too much, wasn't it?

- Why?

You ... You weren't serious in there?

People like you and your kind won't

be around much longer.

But ...

You ...

You ...

Go!

Go! Go!

Lilly!

- Why don't you shut up for once!

Lilly, where are you going?

- To the zoo to get my children!

At least then I'll know what I'm good for.

Heil Hitler.

Not even Hitler and his bloodsuckers

could keep Felice from her old habits.

Her favorite meeting place

was the "Hotel at the Zoo"

where there were so many uniforms that

the race question did not even come up.

That was the real Berlin:

Outside, people were dying,

and inside they were playing

the proper tune.

On behalf of First Lieutenant von Deeken

I'd like you to join us for some wine.

Wine? How did you manage that?

Did you sell your castle?

There are ways and means.

May we? There are no strings attached.

- What a shame.

Just kidding.

Most of us are going back tonight.

In two hours.

May I ... May I go back with a "yes."

But only if you stay at your own table.

- Thank you very much. Thank you.

It's alright, sweetheart.

It's only your nerves.

It won't be long.

I'm certain.

Perhaps you'd like to freshen up,

alright?

Go with her, Klara.

Are you crazy?

What if somebody comes in here?

I sleep on sofas, chairs, everywhere.

Wherever you like.

But I don't want to smell bad,

understand? I need something clean.

Do you have to scare us like that?

- Here. Where is Felice, damn it!

What's up?

- All this is for Schmidt. Stamps,

five passports,

blank Red Cross passports.

- For when?

- Immediately.

Did they notice anything?

Hey!

Good evening.

You'll be okay in a minute. I'm sure.

What's wrong with her? Hungry?

I suppose you didn't have any breakfast,

did you, girl?

I don't understand what you mean.

She looks like a girl who should buy

some food stamps.

We don't understand.

How much?

Ah, we can be friendly, too.

What are you? Jews?

She's a Jew, and so are you.

Would you please sell us some?

You little phony!

How much?

- 200.

That's ... too much.

- Make it fast.

Heil Hitler.

Exciting times, aren't they?

Ilse is in the hotel.

Mommy, I made lots of boats.

Nice of you to come so soon.

- Shut up!

Here's to the Germans,

the most honest people in the world.

You'll all destroy yourselves.

Ilse, come on. Sit down.

Come on.

To the girls.

Oh no. It's time to go.

Why? lf we aren't allowed to go

to the theater, let's enjoy Mrs. Wust.

Sorry, Mrs. Wust. We were at the zoo,

and I met some girlfriends.

I wasn't aware you knew each other.

- Ilse has told us so much about you.

About me? What's there to tell?

For example, that you have

a Mother's Cross in silver.

Bronze.

Oh!

- And that your children

love to go to the zoo.

And that you have

a superb sense of smell.

Mrs. Wust,

could you tell me what I smell like?

It's nice. It smells somehow ...

Is it French?

Bravo!

I'd better go. Sorry to have bothered

you. I'll take the children.

We'll come along.

To my place?

- Yes.

Everyone?

- Mrs. Wust.

We won't bother you at all. Ilse has

told us such wonderful things, and ...

Klara, dear, tell her.

Don't be ashamed in front of Mrs. Wust.

My girlfriend had a terrible mishap,

and she needs a bath urgently.

That's not so bad.

It can happen to any of us.

- Yes.

You see?

Waiter! The check, please.

I don't know why

we met that day at the hotel,

or why Mrs. Wust was looking

for her kids that day.

But who really knows

why two people are drawn together?

Thank you.

Three times I was told

to send them away, but I just can't.

Where's your husband?

- On the Eastern front.

Do you think about him often?

- Oh yes, all the time, actually.

All the good men are gone.

If you have one, hold onto him.

That's what Gnther says, too.

- Pure jealousy.

He just wants to keep you from picking

up a young guy with disability papers.

You know all about it, don't you?

Felice! Mrs. Wust!

Over here! He'll give us a lift.

You have to live your life now, Felice.

It's very important.

Now.

Let's go. You're freezing.

Hi, Grandpa.

- Hi, Grandma.

I'm glad you're still here. This is ...

- Lotte.

Klara. How do you do.

That night I realized

Felice's letter wasn't "just for fun"

and amusement.

Old man Wust invited a few neighbors

and played the piano.

After a while, he and Felice

got Lilly to sing us a song.

She stood and sang.

But in reality something else happened.

She took Felice away from me.

With every moment, more and more.

"Oh, your world is so beautiful,

Father, when it shines so golden,

when your radiance falls upon the earth

and paints the dust until it glistens.

When the redness that flickers in the clouds

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