Pornorama Page #4

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Anything?

- Yes! I've confiscated an arm.

Nonsense Strmer.

Put that back. March out!

That was luck. The good stuff.

Now tell me, how did you know

the cops would come?

Luzie, I have to confess something.

So, in reality, I'm...

Man, you've saved our ass!

- Well done, Bennie!

Come on, first piece for you.

- Can't you get lost for a moment?

And I thought you'd share

everything in a commune.

Gina,

you need to show emotions.

You must look really desperate

under your confession.

Tell her!

Everything from the grill.

With lots of cannelloni.

But not now!

The camera needs to run!

Sound!

- Sound running!

Camera's running...

And please.

Please.

What's up?

What does she say?

- Gina has no more emotions left.

What?

- She has let out all her emotions,

because you told her too soon.

Now she has none left.

Nice!

And now?

One... two... three...

Four... five... six...

- Oh! That must be tough for you.

Is there still hope for our love?

- But of course.

(talks Italian)

Cut!

That was it.

People, that was great!

And now we shoot the scene

where Gina only stands naked...

and says nothing.

The one with the pointer.

(talks Italian)

(talks Italian)

No.

Gina plays not naked.

What does that mean?

"Plays not naked"?

But you have told Gina,

what kind of film we're making?

And that in a sex film

you must play naked?

I said, it's a film about love.

- How?

Love?

- Much love.

Maybe Gina has misunderstood.

- You're kidding, no?

We shoot a sex film with an actress,

who doesn't speak German,

and doesn't want to strip off!

The first sex film without sex?

How shall we make money with that?

- Don't talk to me like that!

I've paid everything here!

- Yes, 800 Mark!

Si.

- Bennie?

Come with me outside.

You ripped me off quite a bit.

It's only about money, nothing else.

This film... I do it only

for my brother.

He's in an economical mess.

- I see. So what?

I must help him earn money

otherwise he goes to jail.

To prison.

How's the title of the film?

Well,

"Pornorama!

The Confessions Of Nymphomaniac

Seamstress Rita Brauchts! "

Good title.

- Yes.

What does that mean?

- Well, Rinchen just helps out.

What?

You've heard it.

Gina's won't do it.

Not even in a bikini.

It doesn't matter who

is playing that scene.

Well, let's shoot it this way.

Sound.

Sound running.

Camera is running. And please!

Here we have the left breast.

I want to mention,

that the nipple houses the

greatest pleasure factor.

Particularly in case of

so-called Nymphomania.

Nymphomani-ani-a.

- Oh, that's really stupid now.

I must load a new film.

When that roll is finished, we have

no more. It was the last one!

We gotta to buy more.

Cesare, you heard it.

But I've nothing with me.

- Then we'll go to your place first.

No. There's a problem. My Mom

checked the cashier yesterday.

And?

- She saw that the cashier was empty.

And what does that mean?

- She is upset.

I can't give anything more.

- You are only joking, right?

I'll kill you, you slimy,

small pizza maker.

Well, I could sell my scooter.

That's a hundred for sure.

- People, that's meaningless.

We're not going to

make it.

Only the camera, footage.

Add the price for the copies.

We are quite simply screwed.

- So stupid, that we've paid...

the ads for the premiere already.

That money is now gone.

I'm really sorry, Freddie.

Manual for Policemen

You've really learned something.

- Yes!

People, I've good news.

We continue as planned.

One, two...

and three.

Wow.

That gets us a little further.

Where's the money from?

It doesn't matter.

The main thing, it's there.

I agree...

The only question is,

how we solve the problem with Gina.

In one scene it was quite ok,

but I can't double her all the time.

- I've been...

thinking about it already.

"The Association Montage".

Sergei Mikhailovich Eisenstein.

- I don't get it.

How shall he help us?

- It's not just naked or not naked, huh?

Now it's only to study

the rules thoroughly...

Then we can show sex,

without showing sex.

Association Montage.

Silence!

Mess! I'll call the police!

Bonjour, Madame.

A la Bouillabaisse et la Marseillaise.

Kalinka!

Cut. Thank you.

- Well, I was good?

Yes, very good!

- Bene.

Freddie, pull yourself together.

Cut.

On the bed.

More jump! People, people! More!

I'd like to go to the cinema.

Listen to this:

"Pornorama!

The Confessions Of Nymphomaniac Seamstress

Rita Brauchts ".

- What a mess! Let me see.

"Premiere at the Apollo Cinema."

That's just around the corner.

- We must report it.

People, today's our last

shooting day.

And what comes now,

is the key scene in our film:

The scene where the seamstress

becomes nymphomaniac.

And we'll shooting really erotic.

You're not serious not, are you?

Can't you at least leave

some buttons open?

I'm sorry, she's adamant.

Well.

Finally.

- Man, Lothar.

Great, pull the tulle over,

a little softer.

Toilet defective!

Sound!

- Sound running!

Camera running!

And, Luzie, Gina.

Please!

- Fournier claims that young girls...

through certain activities like

machine sewing can be the cause...

for self desecration. With good reason!

Well done, slowly, slowly!

Fantastic, Lothar!

Through the continued rubbing

of the thights...

are lively sensations on the

external genital areas generated.

Of course, the effect gets stronger

the faster the pedal is moved.

Oh yes!

Saved.

Two hours left. The countdown is on.

- Cool, Cool man.

I'll open the ticket sale

for the first people, huh?

Hey man, look at that!

- Unbelievable.

We really did it.

- You did it.

You shot your first film.

Come on!

What's going on here?

I haven't sold any ticket yet.

- What?

(talks Italian)

Do I miss anything now?

Why are all the people out there?

Obviously they don't want

to see the screening.

Lechbach, chief inspector. The

screening is prohibited by the police.

Why, if one may ask again?

- That's typical!

Always this repressive crap!

Why don't you get lost?

Bennie,

what are you doing here?

You should have worked today!

- Exactly, Kpke, where were you?

One day before your adjuration

as police officer!

What?

You are a cop?

Luzie, Luzie, wait!

Luzie! Luzie!

Get lost!

Luzie, listen to me!

I know I should have told you.

Yes, I wanted to tell you also.

- I can't believe it.

I've f***ed with a cop.

- Damn, what's so bad with it?

There must be policemen too.

Your car would be stolen every day.

- I have no car.

Then your bike.

Or you're robbed every night.

Luzie, I love you and I wish

I had never lied to you.

Bennie, I've had enough.

Find another idiot.

There will be a sequel!

One time

"Animalistic, Lickerish & Shameless"

2.80 mark, please.

And now I want to know

who screwed it up.

"Swedish Birch Forests"?

She doesn't want to see you.

- I'd like to hear it from herself.

Piss off, you f***ing cop!

I don't get it.

- There might be more nature lovers,

than you'd think.

KINKY SWEDES:

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