Christopher and His Kind Page #4

that went slightly awry.

What sort of business?

Do you know, Christopher, you're looking

as joyous as the first day of spring.

Gerald!

I was offered a small fee to help someone

get his hands on a police dossier.

Yes?

Actually, it was a positively glacial sum

that would have paid off my debts at a stroke.

And do you know what?

The wretched man simply vanished.

Disparu. Without paying me a single pfennig.

So who was that at the door?

A philistine, my dear.

Claiming interest on a little loan.

A loan for what?

Do keep up, dear boy.

For the money I needed to bribe the police

to get the dossier.

What are on earth were you thinking of?

The trouble is everyone's so greedy nowadays.

And dishonest.

Simply can't trust a soul.

Gerald?

Yes?

Your wig's slipped.

Oh.

No!

My dear Christopher,

I've had to leave Berlin at very short notice,

which made it impossible for me

to communicate with you.

Our friend at the door finally lost patience

and matters got a little out of hand.

Try not to think too hardly of me, dear boy.

That would be more than I could bear.

As always, your affectionate...

Gerald.

- They give her bed at last.

- Ah, that's very good news, Frau Neddermayer.

She make dress to look nice in sanatorium.

Oh, I see. Well, it would be...

To see his Nazi friends.

The last Kaiser always mistrusted Berlin.

He saw it as a centre of- how do you say? -

dissidence.

Yes. Good.

What with the leftist working class

and the intellectual avant-garde...

I'm wondering if the working class

is as leftist as one imagines.

It was not that long ago that we came close

to a communist revolution.

But... they elected a strong leader.

This is where Adolf Hitler has been

so very clever and exploited the situation.

Ever since the Treaty of Versailles and

the Depression brought the country to its knees,

with banks failing and savings disappearing,

the poor and the unemployed

see him as their saviour.

The Nazis organise everywhere.

In bars, in clubs, in schools, like a virus.

- I see.

- Ja. Like a virus.

But... all of this I am sure that you know.

Or do you spend too much time at play?

Ha! Berlin can be very distracting.

We must all stand by our own kind, Christopher.

Whatever the cost.

# Piano intro

# I can't give you anything but love

# Baby

# That's the only thing I've plenty of

# Baby

# Dream a while, scheme a while

# We're sure to find

# Happiness

# And I guess

# All those things you've always pined for

# I can't give you anything but love!

- Bravo!

- Did your mother teach you how to cook?

- Ja.

- She's not well. She's at the sanatorium.

- I did say.

- Oh, yes. Of course.

So tell me, what exactly is this?

Er... pig.

Oh, pork. How lovely.

It is a...

Pork rib. Delicious.

- No, no, I think he means lung.

- Ja! Schweinlunge.

- Schweinlunge.

- Oh. Golly.

And then before my very eyes

I saw him turn from prince to frog.

And I thought,

"Did I really let that make love to me?"

Gerhardt.

This is my brother Gerhardt.

Gerhardt, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Won't you join us?

We're having the most perfect evening.

I think your brother is simply divine.

And he has cooked us a marvellous meal.

You are no longer welcome here,

Herr Isherwood.

He doesn't mean it.

May I ask why?

Before our father went to the Western Front

he said to me,

"Gerhardt, look out

after your mother and your brother. "

I've tried to honour his memory,

but with no work and no money it's been difficult.

- I'm sure it has.

- Yes.

But now there is hope, Herr Isherwood.

- And Herr Hitler is the reason.

- Oh, for goodness' sake.

He understands men like me.

He wants to make us proud again,

hold our heads up high again.

The communists had their chance.

The Nazis are the people's party.

This is your friends at night school talking.

Did he just call me a tart?

We do not want you here, Herr Isherwood.

- You and your kind.

- Oh, how frightfully rude.

Ja?

So take your pick, Heinz.

Make your father proud.

Or shame us all.

But, Gerhardt...

Honestly,

how could we leave Heinz with that monster?

I'm sure he can stand up for himself.

We'll probably find him hacked into pieces

at the bottom of a canal.

You didn't help, addressing Gerhardt

like you were Queen Mary at an investiture.

And after the trouble he went to

with the pig lung hash.

You bastards! You bastards!

You brutes! You filthy rotten brutes!

For God's sake!

Oh, you're just as bad, every one of you!

Poor darling, it's over now.

Can we get a taxi?

Can somebody please get a taxi?

Krankenhaus, ja?

Eine Bahre.

You know, you get used to it, that's the danger.

The uniforms and the raids.

The street fights.

Beatings.

We can't just stand by, can we?

No.

We can't, you know. We really can't.

Heil Hitler.

Von Erde bist du genommen,

zu Erde sollst du wieder werden.

Rhe in Frieden, Lili Neddermayer.

In Namen des Vaters des Sohnes

und des Heiligen Geistes.

Amen.

Gerhardt.

Such a pity.

Isn't it?

That we don't make love.

After all, there's nothing else to do.

# You Made Me Love You

We could go to the movies.

I haven't got two pfennigs to rub together.

Jean.

Jean, what is it?

Hollywood's off.

Jean, I'm so sorry.

"Dear Jean, I have to go back to the States.

Some emergency at HQ.

It was fun, wasn't it?

Bobby. "

What a complete bastard.

Typical bloody American. Flaky as hell.

- You fancied him rotten.

- That's beside the point. Come here.

And he was the most marvellous lover.

He was the best.

Jean, poor darling.

He did leave me a little something.

So he bloody should.

But I shan't be keeping it.

OK.

Ssh, come on.

# Piano intro

# Men say that they can be faithful

# Simply I smile to myself

# New love is always so novel

# Faithfulness is but pretence

# Now it is all but forgotten

# What yesterday I still possessed

# Love affords time that is blissful

# Loyalty still makes no sense

# I don't know to whom I belong

# It would be such a shame

to end up on my own

# If I make myself true to one

# How another will surely be sad and alone

# Should such a beauty belong to one person?

# No, surely the sun and the stars

# They belong to us all

# I don't know to whom I belong

# I believe I only belong to myself

They come, they go.

And so it will always be.

Good morning, Herr Isherwood.

Guten Morgen, Frulein Thurau.

What a beautiful morning.

Even the sun seems to

have come out for Herr Hitler.

Oh, Isherwood,

the police have been round.

- The police?

- They were asking about my lodgers.

What did they want to know?

Routine, they said.

Vor uns liegt Deutschland,

in uns marschiert Deutschland

und hinter uns kommt Deutschland!

Halt. Ein moment.

Caspar.

I would remind you, sir,

that this is a Jewish store

and that there is now

an official anti-Jewish boycott.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

You disappeared. I didn't know what happened.

Caspar.

I need to buy a pair of socks.

Mehr Bche! Brennt alle Bche!

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