Beware of a Holy Whore Page #4

to start from scratch every time.

Hanna, tell him. He plays it

my way, or goes home.

What do you mean by "fun"?

We're all dependent on you.

Try your luck elsewhere.

That's no alternative.

It has to function here.

You've a far greater chance

of enjoying your work here.

Try to understand.

That's all well and good,

but we're still dependent on you.

And that dependency leads to fear,

which we thought we'd escaped from.

Why are you dependent?

Because we don't understand

what's going on.

And we're scared. We really are.

Let me explain.

One day Manfred calls

and says he has

a Spanish co-producer

who would invest

DM 250,000 in a film.

"Great," I think.

"We'll shoot it cheaply

"and make the film

with the co-producer's money."

Then he made a calculation

for DM 500,000

and there was no arguing about it.

So I thought, "OK, I'll invest

the money we have from the state."

Then suddenly

there was no co-producer,

and I realised it would be made

with our money.

It was too late to back out.

The contracts had all been signed.

That's the position.

And now even that's too little,

and it's us of all people

who won't get a fee.

It's a pain for me, too.

This is Mandig.

You kicked Linda out.

Yeah. What about it?

One more high-handed act like that,

and I'll have you deported.

This is Spain. There are laws here.

Am I right?

Do you love Ricky?

Maybe.

He only does it for the money.

So what?

He told me that himself.

Oh, Jeff, the world's so bad.

Here, it's Sascha.

Sascha, darling.

We're in bed together.

OK, I'll come down.

Get out!

I don't want to see you anymore.

You bloodsuckers.

I hate you all.

You just exploit me,

then leave me in the lurch.

You terrorise me, you bastards.

You want my blood.

I hate you all... Korbinian.

I want 10 Cuba libres. Do you hear?

Don't forget you're making a film

with people

who'd rather be at home

without all this hassle.

I love you.

Sascha,

I can't take any more of this.

You'll have to get someone

from Germany

or finish the film yourselves.

I can't go on.

You know very well no one

but you can finish this film.

- No.

- OK.

You know... the biggest favour you can

do him is not to sleep with him.

It's important that the light's

brilliant, almost expressionistic.

There can be hard crosses cast

by the window on the bed.

It introduces an artificial tension.

It doesn't matter

if it seems unnatural.

Come up with something yourself.

If you say you're making a film

against power...

Not against power,

against brutality

sanctioned by the state.

But if you portray it

so aesthetically, in such detail,

that's not right either. There must

be more to it than that, surely?

You're the meanest, most brutal

bastard I've ever known.

You dirty, little bourgeois rat.

He said he's fond of you.

You know what the worst thing is?

When you suddenly realise

how damn bourgeois you are yourself.

You can't have only

just realised that.

Yes, I have.

But look at the films you've made.

You understand so much

about that sort of thing.

Leave me alone.

You completely screwed me over.

What do you mean?

Oh... I don't want to go over

all that again.

It's crazy.

Sometimes I could kill you.

Sometimes I could tear the clothes

from your body.

No, that's really perverse.

I can't play it.

There's no motivation for it.

I think it's really hot. Imagine...

He's just had an orgasm, and dies.

What a death. It's terrific.

Can't you see it?

No. You two go.

Hey, Ricky...

I don't think he wants

to give us anymore.

Shall I?

I'll kill you, you bastard.

I'll knife you, you fat slob.

Stop it.

My wife's just the same.

She always decides

how things are done,

otherwise she refuses

to sleep with me.

And one acts accordingly.

Piss off!

Leave him alone.

Aren't I right?

Sure. Absolutely.

Now beat it, you idiots.

Bastard.

You keep out of it. Beat it.

I'll give you a lift home

though I often walk home myself.

It clears the mind for thoughts

one wouldn't otherwise have.

Just leave me alone.

No offence meant.

Tomorrow Babs goes home.

Do you understand, Sascha?

If I see that woman here tomorrow,

you'll sort this mess on your own.

I swear it.

We'll see whether I can really

use the little bit of power I have.

I've taken so much trouble,

and you never say a word.

I told you,

what you've done is great.

Honestly, Fred.

You never say a word.

I always have to ask.

You do as I tell you.

If I say lay the tracks there,

then the tracks go there

and not somewhere else.

ls that clear?

You need to learn

what films are. I had to.

But it has to fall into your laps,

it seems.

It makes me sick. It really does.

Try using your heads for once.

It's not so hard to use your brains.

You know,

the only thing I accept is despair.

I just want to talk with the bastard.

Stop it.

If I can't afford to do that,

what am I working for?

If I can't smash things...

I might as well be dead.

Do you understand?

Ricky, did you mean

what you said about the family?

What kind of film is it?

It's a film about brutality.

I've had enough.

What else would

one make a film about?

Sascha, get me something to drink.

I've had it up to here with him.

Maybe I'll go...

You're the only one. You...

I have a friend.

Did you bring a newspaper

from Munich?

Here.

There's a picture of you in it.

"The Devil of Grunwald. At about

10 o'clock yesterday evening,

"the Munich police

arrested 23-year-old Gunther K.,

"a sexual offender who has long

been wanted..."

It's going to be wonderful.

I guess I won't be content

until I know

he's been completely destroyed.

AND I SAY TO YOU,

OFTEN I AM WEARY TO DEATH

OF DEPICTING HUMAN NATURE

WITHOUT PARTAKING OF HUMAN NATURE

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