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Max.

Unfortunate he's just so cute.

Here.

Hello, stranger.

-There you are.

-Thanks.

lt's nice.

-Who's that?

-lt's Max.

How are we doing, then, girls?

Give me that.

Let her die.

Revenge!

-He's your man.

-That's my boy.

Streets of Berlin

I must leave you soon

Oh, will you

forget me?

Was I ever really here?

Find me a bar

on the cobble-stoned streets

where the boys are pretty

I cannot love

for more than one day

But one day is enough

in this city

Find me a boy

with two ocean-blue eyes

And show no pity

Take out his eyes

He never need see

how they eat you alive

in this city

Streets of Berlin

will you miss me?

Streets of Berlin

do you care?

Streets of Berlin

will you cry out

if I vanish

into thin air?

What's the problem?

Watch it!

You, too.

Come on.

l'm a rotten person.

Why am l so rotten?

Why do l do these things?

He's gorgeous, though, isn't he?

l don't remember anything.

Did we have a threesome?

Maybe the two of you had a threesome.

Hello.

Morning.

l look silly.

Not now.

This place....

Yes?

lt's really....

The country will be nice.

-What's the country?

-The house.

Your country house.

How do we get to the country?

-A car.

-Mine?

-Sh*t!

-Rosen.

Our landlord. We owe a lot of rent.

Rent? l thought you were rich.

Rich?

You told me you were rich.

l was joking. Listen....

You don't happen

to have any extra cash, do you?

Don't make jokes. l don't like jokes.

You don't want me with you. ls that it?

Maybe l'm not good enough for you.

Not rich enough.

My father made watches.

That's not so wonderful.

ls it, ''Baron''?

Baron?

Him.

No!

F***!

Hold him.

Greta!

Gracious!

Still alive?

l'm impressed.

Love your street-wear.

Over, now.

Ciao.

ls it safe?

What?

For us to go home.

You f***ing queers.

Don't you have any brains at all?

-lt's not safe.

-Who was he?

-Who was who?

-The blonde boy.

Wolfgang Granz.

Guess who his boyfriend was?

You're not guessing.

Karl Ernst.

Who's Karl Ernst?

What kind of world do you live in?

Aren't you girls ever curious

about what's going on?

Don't lecture. Who's Karl Ernst?

George, actually.

What?

l'm George, now.

Karl Ernst was von Helldorf's deputy.

l suppose you have no idea

who von Helldorf is.

Second-in-command of the Storm Troopers,

immediately under Ernst Rohm.

Ernst Rohm, l know him.

He's that fat queen.

Friend of Hitler's.

Runs around with many beautiful boys.

Goes to all the clubs.

Rudy, shut up.

-Why?

-Just shut up.

Mein Fhrer had Rohm murdered last night.

And all of his friends.

And their friends.

And their tricks.

And whoever happened by.

So queer is out.

Queer is dead.

You just pulled the wrong guy.

We can explain it to someone.

lt's not as if we knew him.

Hello, darling.

-So how about you?

-Me?

Everyone knows l'm not queer.

l've got a wife and kids.

l've had every whore on this street.

l'm just an average kind of guy.

-Bye-bye now.

-Where are you going?

Prayer.

-How much?

-How much, what?

How much did they give you?

What a desperate thing to say.

Here, take this.

-We don't want it.

-Shut up, Rudy.

-Stop telling me to shut--

-Shut up.

lt's not enough.

lf they catch us, l'll name names.

A threat. l'm utterly terrified.

Here....

l'm a true Christian.

l won't say a word to the Gestapo

until the service is over.

Ciao.

l'm not leaving Berlin.

-We have to.

-We don't have to.

l've paid up for dance class

for the next two weeks. l can't leave.

Why did you have to take him home?

You've ruined everything.

Go back to your f***ing dance class.

They can shoot you

in the middle of an arabesque.

Move out of the way.

Where will we go?

What is it?

Do you love him?

-What?

-The dancer.

Christ!

l just feel responsible.

Fluffs can't afford

that kind of responsibility.

-Why are you laughing?

-That word.

''Fluffs.''

Damn!

We aren't allowed to be fluffs, anymore.

We aren't even allowed to kiss or embrace...

or fantasize.

They can arrest you

for having fluff thoughts.

Uncle Freddie!

lt's not funny.

l think geraniums are best.

The family takes care of me.

But you...

throwing it in everyone's face.

No wonder they don't want

anything to do with you.

Maximilian...

-take the ticket.

-l need two.

But l haven't the right dress for the dance.

Look.

Over there.

Cute.

l suppose.

Think he's a fluff?

Don't care.

Except the baritone.

You've been on the run since '34...

over a year with that dancer.

The family knows all about it.

You can't live like that.

-Please--

-l need two tickets.

-l can't get two.

-''l can't get two.''

Nothing really works, does it?

Get out.

How about a deal?

Two tickets to Amsterdam,

two new identity cards.

Once we get to Amsterdam, l'll ditch him.

The family can have me back.

Maybe they don't want you back.

lt's been 10 years.

They want me.

lt's good business.

l'm an only son.

Remember that marriage

that Father wanted to arrange?

Her father had button factories, too.

She's a widow now, lives in Brussels.

Make the arrangements again.

Our button factories

can sleep with her button factories.

And eventually when all this blows over,

you can get me back to Germany.

lf l want a boy...

l'll rent him...

like you.

l'll be a discreet, quiet...

fluff.

Just get us both out alive.

l can't do things on my own.

Not now.

l'll have to ask your father.

Walk away.

Be careful.

You should sign on.

They don't check your papers.

lt's good exercise, too, for the shoulders.

l'm getting nice shoulders.

-What did you do today?

-Nothing.

l went to town.

-l'm working on something.

-Really?

A deal.

A deal. Wonderful.

l might get us new papers,

and tickets to Amsterdam.

-You said that in Hamburg.

-lt didn't work out, in Hamburg.

-You said that in Stuttgart.

-You gonna recite the list?

Why not? l'm tired of your deals.

You know what? This cheese stinks.

Why don't we just cross it?

What?

The border.

This guy on the job today

was telling me it's easy.

He said he knew spots.

Spots?

Spots to get through.

l told him to come talk to you.

-Here?

-Yes.

Rudy, l told you, we don't want anyone

to know that we're here...

or that we're trying to cross the border.

Are you that stupid?

-l'm not stupid!

-He could tell the police.

Okay, so l am stupid.

Why don't we just try it anyway?

Because l am working on a deal.

Who with?

l can't tell you.

This is crazy.

We're in the middle of the jungle.

-Forest.

-Jungle.

l'm a dancer, not Mowgli.

l can't dance anymore.

l've walked my feet away.

But you don't mind.

You're working on a deal.

You worked on a deal in Berlin,

and now in the jungle.

Forest.

Jungle.

l want to get out of here.

l could have.

But you're right.

l'm stupid.

Now you're just hanging around,

waiting for me to die.

l think you've poisoned the cheese.

lt's your cheese.

Choke on it.

l can't tell you how much

l want you to choke on it.

Christ!

Remember cocaine?

Yes.

l'd like some cocaine.

What would you like?

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