Beware of a Holy Whore Page #3

We never powder our faces in France.

No?

We can take it off again.

Could you get a move on?

How much longer must I wait?

I'm working as fast as I can.

Very nice.

- Her parents are wealthy Spaniards.

- So what?

- Tell him about Bonn.

- OK.

- Can I have a word with you?

- Sure. Just a second.

- What are you doing?

- Jeff took me with him.

- I give you your orders.

- Don't shout at me.

When I tell you to be in the office,

then stay there. Korbinian!

- Has Ricky been?

- No.

When he turns up,

go through his dialogue with him

till he knows it by heart. OK?

Go and fetch me a few Cuba libres.

It's your turn, Margret.

- Ouch. Can't you be more careful?

- I'm scared of you.

Lift it a bit.

Still not far enough. Damn it.

Hi, Eddie. Everything OK?

Where's my coach?

- Having a snooze in there.

- Then wake him up.

Do you think

you're being paid to sleep?

Do you think the others

are working just for fun?

They're all crazy, I suppose.

Get up, you lazy bastard.

Sascha.

He should go through the scene

with Eddie.

- Come on, off you go.

- OK.

Can we go through it now?

No.

- How are things?

- Fine.

Jeff, I'm so pleased

we're starting at last.

Good.

I think I'll play the part

in the nude.

It gives it

a completely different feeling.

If you think so.

I can't kill a woman

with a karate chop.

Is that how you say it?

It's just not right.

I can't hit a woman,

then kill her.

Can you tell me what it's all about?

I explained the scene to you

in detail yesterday.

I don't understand why

the set isn't ready. Sascha.

- What's up?

- Why is nothing ready here?

You're right,

you explained it all to me,

but you have to decide

where you want to dolly.

Do I have to do everything?

If you can't make a decision,

you'll never enjoy your work.

Set it up here.

- Do you understand now?

- Of course.

- Ricky, let's go through your lines.

- Come on, then.

Jeff, you've got to phone Bonn.

We need the second instalment.

Are you serious? You can't

have spent nearly DM 200,000

by the first day of shooting.

- We have.

- That's sheer madness.

- Are you going to phone or not?

- Sure.

Come on, tell me if you like it.

Yeah, maybe a few more cherubs.

Where the hell

am I to get cherubs from?

He gets crazier every day.

I wonder if he'll ever get

the thing to work.

"Habla, habla!" What's that about?

Bonn. Understand?

Alemania.

Where's the interpreter?

She's up there with my brother.

- What's he doing here?

- He's the sound engineer.

I said I'm shooting without sound.

Send him home.

- Get the interpreter.

- Linda.

Can you move a bit faster?

My God, the b*tch is slow.

I want Bonn.

Internal Affairs ministry.

Damn it. You talk to him.

What's up?

He says you should go home.

Lemmy Caution was always a gentleman,

noble, and so on.

What I want to show here

is the guy at the height of power.

Brutal,

cold-blooded,

capitalistic, rational,

cold as ice.

I don't want to show

a grain of sympathy

for people who act in the name...

...of some Fascist government.

What news from Bonn?

- You're fabulous, Billie.

- Come on.

We could marry

and go to South America.

Sure.

I won't be content until I know

he's been completely destroyed.

I won't be content until I know

he's been completely destroyed.

Anything wrong?

No, nothing.

There's something up with you.

I've got stomach pains...

My ulcer hurts, that's all.

You should have it operated.

Yeah, probably. It was the same

when I was in kindergarten.

I always sensed when

something was wrong. Always.

- What do you mean by that?

- Nothing special.

Because of David, you mean?

Because...

because he's assistant director?

I couldn't care less.

Look, Ricky,

David's doing it simply

because I need someone.

I don't give a damn.

I guess I won't be happy until I know

he's been completely destroyed.

- He needs to go to hospital.

- Why?

He has an ulcer or something.

I'll have a word with him.

I was with a guy

like that for two years.

Only later did I realise

how much he must have suffered.

What's that supposed to mean?

My whole picture of your masculinity

is fading fast here.

Margret. Margret.

I don't have stomach pains.

No one's going to put me off.

I didn't let them in the navy,

so I certainly won't here. Got it?

Surely you can act silent fear,

you lame cow.

Or do you think you have some

privilege as the producer's wife?

You're acting like a bumpkin

on a village stage.

Katrin. You play the part.

No.

Why me, Jeff? Do you think I can?

Yeah. Can we get

this makeup table out of here?

Linda.

I'm coming.

Can we get rid of that table?

Tell the workers to move it out.

Of course. Just don't shout.

Pack your bags, you deadbeat,

and get out.

Beat it. Have I made myself clear?

Avanti. Move it.

I'd love to be sitting with Marlene

Dietrich in a bar in the desert.

I imagine her ice cold,

like a businesswoman.

No, I think she's sweet and nice.

I imagine her hand on the table,

and I lay my head on it.

I don't want to make this damn film.

Why not?

The whole thing here makes me sick.

I think it'll be tremendous.

Yeah, of course. That's the trouble.

You're a stupid Spanish waiter.

You're so dumb

you don't even understand me.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

But you want to earn money, eh?

Then learn German first.

You stupid, stupid man.

Go away.

It's just for a few days.

Hey, he's as big as a tree.

And he looks like Gene.

It's just a bit of fun, that's all.

Come on, Sascha.

If I had half a chance...

Women are so strange.

I'm no fool.

But always some stupid job...

Then try directing, you arsehole.

Just don't be a unit manager.

That's hard work.

If only I knew...

My wife

she keeps me down

and I enjoy it.

Jeff.

I'm so unhappy-

- Why?

- I don't know.

Where's Ricky?

He's so amateurish.

That's no way to work.

You have to get to know him.

He can give you

a sense of latitude as an actor.

And that's something rare.

OK. Six o'clock.

Wonderful.

The whole bathroom's under water.

Exquisitely young.

Oh, yeah?

Well, don't I?

I need the 25 extras

by tomorrow morning.

Understood. Right.

You can treat me how you like,

because what you do

as an artist has quality.

Piss off, would you?

And then a new guy came,

completely straight,

Wolfgang Wagner.

I didn't notice him at first.

One day we were in the hut,

Pretty pissed.

We were on guard duty.

We smiled at each other.

I gave him a look,

and he said yes,

and we went to bed together.

About two weeks later,

we were on guard duty again,

and I said,

"How about it, Wolfgang?"

And he just said, "No."

That was all.

Sascha, send them all home.

I'm not shooting today.

- It's too expensive.

- It's my money.

The bastard doesn't have a cent,

but he has to produce movies.

OK, send them home.

The producer says send them home.

All right. All right.

Sh*t.

Soon I'll have to explain

every take.

Oh, come on, Jeff.

It's true, Eddie. I don't want

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