Aimee & Jaguar Page #6

and hope that all of those gods, saints

and mascots will have mercy on me ...

I will love you boundlessly.

Jewish.

- And lesbian.

Well, that's ... It really is ...

Felice Schragenheim, huh?

Your husband is a Nazi.

And your lover is a Jewish woman.

That is really ...

A catastrophe.

I'll never leave you alone.

I will be faithful to you always.

How do you intend to support yourselves?

How will you make a living?

With shorthand and typing.

- Shorthand and typing?

And you?

- Me ...

First I'll become a journalist.

Then I'll become a photographer,

an actress and, in the end, I'll write books.

Books? That's good.

Quite a lot at one time, isn't it?

I'll never stare at other girls.

Lesbian ...

I never knew there was such a thing.

Come here.

You have to get away, Felice.

Without me. You have to get away.

Without you?

How stupid you are, my girl.

How stupid.

How are things in Normandy?

- The Americans have taken Rennes.

How do you know that?

Because I read it this morning.

- Not only this morning.

Every morning before you come. Why?

Because it interests me.

- Why?

Because I want it to stop.

Don't you?

What would I do without you,

Mrs. Schrader?

No, Mr. Lause. Not so snappy!

Smooth and easy ... like this.

Easy with your hips, like Mrs. Jger.

Nothing to eat, but the rumba.

That's culture.

Good. In a few more days you'll have

a special show at the Adlon:

"The Ballerina from Schmargendorf."

Ladies, Mrs. Jger and I have invited

you here today, because ...

How should I say it? As a boy,

I wanted to join the Kaiser's army.

Get to the point.

In short, we may be a bit too old, but

considering the military situation ...

- Where love may fall, let it flourish.

We've become engaged.

And only you, dear Lilly, and you,

dear Felice, know about it.

Don't you think we're silly?

Funny, isn't it?

"Now sleep sweetly. May heaven give,

that until your life is over,

love will live." Cheers.

Come on!

Not my legs, Felice! Not my legs!

- Why not?

I don't like it!

No, Felice! Don't!

- What's wrong?

My silly little Aime. They're lovely.

It's just that your bottom is too flat.

- You!

But I love it! I love it!

Attention.

Wait.

Wait.

Felice!

Okay, I'm ready.

Don't look so serious, Miss.

Be casual and smile.

- It doesn't look good on me.

Come on, smile, Felice.

I can't.

Why not think about my beautiful,

flat ass in your black underwear?

My God, Lilly. I don't know

if I'm strong enough.

- For what?

Happiness.

Oh no!

Our Tristan broadcast begins at 8 p.m.

Are we having apple pie and English tea?

- Sorry, dearest madam. I forgot.

Shame on you, slut!

- Know what the divorce judge said?

"Aren't you ashamed? We're at war, and

you ruined your husband's happiness!"

So I got up all my courage and said,

"Your Honor,

all I'm ashamed of

is that I could never give him one."

"You're crazy," he yelled.

And I said, "Maybe,

but I'm about to improve myself."

You think you're allowed to see me

after what you said? To see my ass?

Definitely.

- No, never! You're not worthy of it!

Then I'll take you ... by force.

Tristan! What about our Tristan?

- We're too late.

Keep going. Another kiss ...

Just one, the last one.

Schragenheim.

Who is that?

Not blonde after all.

Pack up your things!

You knew that she was a Jew.

How many children do you have?

- Four.

Where is she?

Get up!

Stop it! Stop it, please!

You knew she was a Jew!

Did you know?

Were you friends with her?

Get up! Come on!

No!

Terezin.

Are the children back home?

Gnther is dead.

Sorry, Lilly.

As long as she's in Terezin,

we can still hope.

She'll be transferred.

How do you know that?

- I was there. I visited her.

You what?

You visited her there?

You visited her

in the concentration camp?

The captain screamed like an animal.

She didn't even know I was there.

They'll send her away.

Do you know what you've done, Lilly?

Do you?

Lilly!

She and I belong together, more than you two.

She loves me.

No!

You have to tell me. Please!

Did she sleep with you again?

Lilly!

What's wrong with your leg?

- Broken twice. I have steel pins in it.

The doctor said it was a brilliant job.

Do you think it's a coincidence?

- Our meeting here?

That we have to go through it all again.

Don't worry about it.

All we have left are two meals a day.

Do you wear the scarf, because it's pretty

or to cover your wrinkly neck?

How did things go for you?

All I thought about was her.

- What? No love affairs? No adventures?

Nothing at all?

And you?

- At first, lots.

Then fewer, and now even fewer.

You know, I think fate betrayed me.

Oh well, it used to be the Fhrer.

Now it's fate.

Always some excuse.

And if possible, something big.

Sorry, Lilly. I'm too old for that joke.

You betrayed yourself.

You, and no one else.

I loved her so much, Ilse.

I did, too.

- But not like I did.

If it makes you happy ...

Were you really together with that many?

- Oh yes. I liked quite a few.

People are so different, Lilly.

With luck, something might remain.

It was surely more platonic.

- Oh no.

I'm definitely a little pig.

But that doesn't matter.

50 years, Ilse.

50 years.

And one thought.

One face.

One name.

Sweetheart, one is a stupid number.

It's never enough. That's the problem.

Come back to the house! Lunch is ready!

Was it my fault, Ilse?

I don't know, Lilly.

I was always certain. Too certain.

Felice stayed, because she loved you.

And you went to see her, because you loved her.

I can't tell you anything more.

Hello, ladies. We're waiting for you.

Sure, dearie. You haven't got

the slightest idea. Come on, Lilly.

"A love that lasts forever."

Know what Felice said?

"That greedy Mrs. Wust

just can't get enough.

She made me sign a contract:

'Forever.' Sounds like a gravestone."

No, she didn't say "Like a gravestone."

- Yes, she did.

Come on, Lilly.

This moves the film,

and this is how you focus.

Lovely cards. Who are they from?

- Capt. Ernst Biermsl. God bless him.

Did you notice I changed the key?

- I didn't notice you'd even found one.

Isn't that awful? ... "Forever and ever"

sounds like an epitaph.

I thought it was nice.

- What about you, mouse? What d'you say?

About what?

- The one and only, true, ideal love.

You can look for it.

- Horrible.

One love, and you have to look for it!

Leave her alone now.

Life is not like that.

It scratches and scrapes,

and all at once you clean the windows.

- Not me.

Listen to that. Real romantic.

"Falling in love again,

never wanted to.

What is she to do?"

And you?

- "She can't help it."

What do you want, Felice?

- Me? ... You, all of you, everyone.

Everything! But I'd be satisfied

with one single moment,

so perfect, it would last a lifetime.

- That's easy.

Where do you find something like that?

- For example, this one here is great.

I don't want "forever." I want "now!"

Now! Now! Now!

I want loads of "nows!" And I want them

till I turn old and gray.

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