Cabaret Page #5

l think l could do with a drink, too.

Good. We'll make a night of it.

Or, why not a weekend?

Berlin makes strange bedfellows

these days.

Some people have one people...

...some have two.

Some even....

''Two ladies

''Two ladies

''Und l'm the only man, ja.

''l like it.

''They like it.

''This two for one.

''Two ladies

''Two ladies

-Und he's the only man.

-Ja.

''l like it.

''We like it.

''This two for one.

''l do the cooking.

''l make the beds.

''l go out daily to earn our daily bread.

''But we've one thing in common.

''He

-She

-Und me

''The key

''The key

''The key

''Two ladies.

-Und he's the only man.

-Ja!

''We switch partners daily

To play as we please.

-Twosies beats onesies

-But nothing beats threes.

''l sleep in the middle.

-l'm left.

-Und l'm right.

''But there's room on the bottom

lf you drop in some night.

''Und l'm the only man, ja.

''l like it.

''They like it.

''This two for one.''

-What'd he say?

-He's asking about his asthma.

Miss Bowles, in mother's room, l thought.

-Mr. Roberts, in the blue room.

-Yes, Mr. Baron.

The master says in case you have

nothing to change into...

...he asked me to bring you these.

Thanks.

Come in.

No, no, help yourself. Please.

l'm not quite sure,

but l think they're mine.

This used to be my room

before l was married.

Looks familiar.

You can at least get out of that shirt.

Try this one. Blue should be your color.

Brian, not even a sweater?

Are you still married?

Very much so.

-Where is your wife, now?

-ln Cologne.

For the culture.

She lends her support to the arts.

She in her way, l in mine.

We have quite a special understanding.

That must be useful at times.

What about these?

l was right. Blue is your color.

We thought you deserted us

permanently, Max.

My dear Stephanie,

l would never desert you.

l find it very interesting.

Your father must be

a very important man, Miss Bowles.

Oh, l'll say, darling.

He's practically an ambassador.

We have the most

marvelous relationship....

lnstant he can tear himself away,

he dashes to wherever l am.

Oh, it's excellent, excellent.

But the food here is always good.

Excuse me, but didn't we meet

with Emil Jannings at UFA last winter?

l don't--

You do know Emil, don't you?

l find him trs amusant.

Money.

Be careful!

Clara Bow.

-That's not Clara Bow.

-lt's early Clara Bow.

Wait, l got one. l got one.

Late Sally Bowles.

Yes, it is.

You two are marvelous.

Have you ever been to Africa?

-Where, mein Schatz?

-Africa.

Let's go, the three of us.

Smile Brian.

-Sally, you're really talented.

-What?

You're talented.

He wants to take us to Africa.

He must be insane.

More! Come on, please. More!

More, more, more! Please!

-That's all.

-More!

More, please!

More!

-Come on, Max.

-No, no. No.

Oh, please?

Oh, bravo, bravo.

The king of the jungle.

What's the matter? You all right?

You okay?

Mombasa's quite wonderful, really.

l mean, the way ports are

all over the world.

Sounds absolutely exotic.

All the way through Tanganyika.

Sure?

Sally, champagne?

Every now and then the train stops

in the middle of nowhere...

...and right there is a family of giraffes,

nibbling the trees...

...or a herd of zebra,

galloping off in a cloud of dust.

And when the flamingos come in,

thousands and thousands of them...

...turning the whole sky pink....

You'll be amazed when you see it.

Hey! Hey, Sally.

Are you quite comfortable?

Come on.

Sally is an endearing child.

But l must admit l find it peaceful

when she's taking her nap.

To Africa.

To Africa.

''The sun on the meadow

ls summery warm

''The stag in the forest runs free

''But gather together to greet the storm

''Tomorrow belongs to me.

''The branch of the linden

ls leafy and green

''The Rhine gives its gold to the sea

''But somewhere a glory awaits unseen

''Tomorrow belongs to me.

''The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes

''The blossom embraces the bee

'''But soon', says a whisper, 'arise, arise

'''Tomorrow belongs to me.'

''Fatherland, fatherland, show us the sign

''Your children have waited to see.

''The morning will come

When the world is mine

''Tomorrow belongs,

Tomorrow belongs

''Tomorrow belongs to me.

''Fatherland, fatherland, show us the sign

''Your children have waited to see.

''The morning will come

When the world is mine

''Tomorrow belongs,

Tomorrow belongs

''Tomorrow belongs to me.

''Tomorrow belongs,

Tomorrow belongs

''Tomorrow belongs to me.''

Do you still think you can control them?

Natalia.

Fritz, you frightened me.

l'm sorry, but l must speak to you.

No, go away. Please go away.

l told you not to come.

Natalia, please.

The situation is impossible.

We must not see each other anymore.

ls it the money? ls it that?

l did think it was the money, at first.

But not now.

Now l know that you love me.

l know you are an honest man...

...who would never lie to me.

Natalia, l beg of you, marry me.

l can't.

ls it your parents? lsn't it?

lt's not my parents. lt is me.

lt is you, too.

Fritz, be careful!

What am l doing?

l've never jumped

on a running board before.

Are you all right?

Why won't you marry me?

Don't you see what is happening

in Germany today?

l'm a Jew.

You are not.

Goodbye, dear Fritz.

You, drive.

There is somebody in the way, sir.

Just drive on, idiot!

l told Schneider we'd be gone

for at least two months, maybe more.

She cried and cried

and said she'd miss us.

l think the only reason she was crying,

though, was because she knew...

...she can't get 50 marks a month

from anybody else...

...for this pitiful little room.

You know:

''Money makes the world go around.''

Where've you been?

l've been packing for hours.

Have some champagne, darling.

Compliments of Max.

Oh, your laundry came back.

lt's there on the bed.

You know Bri, it occurred to me....

l know l've handled Max brilliantly....

Enough of the African moon.

l mean, it would be funny, wouldn't it,

if he asked me to become...

...the next Baroness von Heune

und Regensburg?

l've been looking for that for months.

l mean, stranger things have happened.

l wouldn't dream of accepting him,

of course.

For God's sake,

l wish you could hear yourself sometimes.

l mean, really hear yourself!

Christ!

Aren't you ever gonna stop

deluding yourself?

''Handling Max!''

Behaving like some ludicrous, little,

underage femme fatale!

You're about as ''fatale''

as an after-dinner mint.

Darling, we all know...

...about your vast experiences

with les femmes...

...fatales, or otherwise.

Why don't you just come out with it?

You can't stand Maximilian

because he's everything you're not!

He doesn't have to give English lessons

for three marks an hour.

He's rich!

And he knows about life.

He doesn't read about it in books!

He's suave...

...and he's divinely sexy...

...and he really appreciates a woman.

Oh, screw Maximilian!

l do.

So do l.

You two bastards!

Two?

Two?!

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