Aimee & Jaguar Page #3

sets upon my silent window."

You can't be serious.

- What?

To flirt with her.

Flirting is always serious.

It's love which sometimes ...

- What?

... looks funny.

Well, that's it.

That was highly dramatic! Impressive!

"We were stupid, not you!"

Ilse, we're in the street.

- I am. You are. Don't say "we!"

You're celebrating New Year's Eve with

her. Should I make the bed for you two?

I'm good at it. It's my domestic year.

- I didn't want to hurt you, Ilse.

You don't have to apologize.

She's good for you, Felice.

She can do what we can't.

I hide you.

But with her you talk about love.

The main thing is, you feel good. I hate you.

What does she have that I don't have?

Nothing, absolutely nothing. She isn't

better or worse than any of us.

How can you say that? How?

Has she risked her life? Would she lie

and steal and fight for you?

Do you think she'd take the risks

my father takes?

She has no idea what it's like listening

to every idiot who comes up the stairs.

But you know how it is, Felice.

Your behavior just makes me sick!

So send me a bill.

I'm sorry.

- What for? You're right.

"God created the world, Felice.

You didn't."

That's what my father always said to me.

My sister, my mother ... they all agreed

"Felice is crazy."

And do you know why?

Because for me

nothing can be taken for granted.

No God.

No car that picks me up,

no Ilse to help me,

and no "thank you"

I have to tell her every day.

You want something special, and I'm not.

I am ungrateful

and desperate for admiration.

Say whatever you like.

But don't make me a victim,

because it's my goddamned, mediocre

little right to be free.

As long as I can.

- It's alright.

No, it isn't.

You condemn Wust, because

she has no cause. Is that a crime?

Did she ever harm you?

Married at twenty?

Four children? Is that the problem?

Or is it the lovers?

He fools around, and she should suffer?

No, Ilse!

You don't know anything about her.

Maybe she knows more than you think

about people and death and life!

I gave you my friendship, Ilse,

and my love. That's all I have.

Who loves whom?

- What?

My father was really a communist

and a helpful person.

But when Felice asked him politely

if he'd heard of Sappho, he looked at her

with all the Kremlin's wrath

and threw her out.

Well, look at you.

- My father threw her out.

- Bravo.

She's moving in with Mrs. Wust.

- Shut up!

Why? No one would suspect you, if you

were with a conformist!

- Jealous?

Why jealous?

She's constantly nibbling on you.

I'm the one who should be jealous.

- Are you?

- No.

You see? She doesn't care.

Whatever you do, she doesn't care.

You're early, aren't you?

- Sorry.

My lover always says goodbye,

as if it were the last time.

Lotte and her men!

- Don't start that again!

Hey, Schmidty!

How can we get in the mood

with music like that?

- It was never a problem for you before.

Here, I don't want anything

to do with it. Get dressed.

But why? Everything's gone perfectly up to now.

- I'm giving you 3 minutes.

Stefan, I have 5 people

who have to get away.

I've always said, steal them wherever

you like, but not from official places!

The Red Cross!

- Stefan, please!

4 weeks.

We could all be dead in 4 weeks.

- That's very possible.

I want to see more of the fat one. Our soldiers

want something to hold onto.

- Who's fat here?

- Dumb question.

What does he mean by "hold onto?"

- "Hold onto" means ...

"hold onto it."

What do you think the soldiers do with the pictures?

- They look at them.

Very good. And then?

- They pin them on the wall.

And then?

They look again.

- Is she joking?

- No, she really is that stupid.

Yes.

I have to go to the editorial office.

What's keeping you?

- We're ready.

Lotte!

- Yeah, go ahead.

Next week? Promise?

- Slut!

Why? The cellar of the newspaper office

is excellent.

There are cots, bed sheets

and sometimes even milk.

I'll just say my house was bombed.

And then I bent down

very close to her stupid face and said,

"If you want to buy a dress

for 400 marks,

that's your business." Half her villa

burned down, in the middle of Dahlem!

My father said she could bathe

at our house whenever she liked.

Madam?

- Yes.

Could we see your identification?

What are they doing? What?

- Talking.

I'm sure I have it ...

- Where are you coming from?

I had it in my pocket.

Alright, what's your name?

I'm going back.

- Keep going! Don't turn around!

What's your name?

Stop!

Ilse, get her away! Fast!

Fast!

Now that the Jewish mania for

destruction has shown its hideous face

in the deeds of those aerial pirates,

even the weak and cowardly elements

among us have realized

that National Socialism is our people's

greatest and only hope.

The world can mock us,

but it will tremble when it realizes

what tremendous feats

this people is capable of.

Lower Rhineland ... Yes, that's it.

Your head ... I've always wondered

where you come from.

Here you are.

Drink it.

No, thanks.

Go on.

Drink ...

You're safe here.

Listen, Mrs. Schrader.

We'll make a deal.

Forget your bombed-out apartment,

and I won't tell a soul that you have

the most beautiful smile in the world.

I've often wondered

what goes on in your mind?

I haven't found an answer yet.

But I'm sure that one of these days,

you'll give it to me.

Hello, Mrs. Wust speaking.

Hello? Who is there?

Gnther?

Gnther?

I'm a bad boy, Lilly.

It isn't easy, I know.

But it's my apartment, my pipe,

my wife ...

my children. I'm home, you see?

I'm home!

I want you and your hands

on the arch of night,

to send you all the love

I've ever felt inside.

Whoever I may have liked before

I feel ...

since I met you.

Perhaps ...

Perhaps in all the others ...

it's only you I've always loved.

Only you.

Now the night comes to an end ...

Alone, alone, alone.

But I think of your hands ...

and tenderly I fall asleep.

We found that among her things:

no name, no clues, nothing.

Have it analyzed by Department 4c.

Something always turns up.

Berlin was at its end.

Death and destruction were everywhere.

Still, we wanted to celebrate

New Year's Eve like everyone else.

Felice managed to get herself

and Erika's beauty parlor invited

to Mrs. Wust's.

Imagine that disgusting, sweaty

little lieutenant ...

chewing on our pretty Marlene

as if she were a sausage.

At least better than the actor Rhmann!

- Rhmann!

"I break the hearts

of the vainest women,

because I'm so tiny and so greedy

and so passionate."

Felice!

Just what I expected.

You don't miss any opportunity, do you?

Did they really shock you?

- Oh no. They were very ...

Very what?

I'd like to go.

Your tickets, please.

Did I disappoint you?

Would you rather I call off the party?

- No.

I'm looking forward to it. Really.

Keep going onwards, onwards, my ladies.

This is neither French nor Scottish

nor Italian.

It's my good old German rosehips,

home-brewed and extremely effective.

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