Salon Kitty Page #2

Leave.

Goodbye. Nice meeting you.

What do I have to do,

to give myself up?

You must humble yourself.

How?

Take off your underwear.

Hurry up!

Lift your skirt.

Higher.

Higher!

Much higher!

Go over there.

On your knees.

On your knees!

Like a b*tch on four legs.

And now come here!

Crawl.

Hurry up. Hurry up! Much faster!

You see, you are nothing.

Just a b*tch.

A b*tch controlled by me.

I like how you resist.

I like your dignity, your pride.

Go on.

Share yourself with me.

I'll share my power with you!

I disgust you.

Kiss me. Kiss me!

Do something, God! I am not part

of your world, right? Tell me.

You are part of a more precious world.

September 1, 1939

Declaration of war on Poland

Long live Zorro! Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Max, Klaus, Darling!

Champagne for everyone!

It's on the house.

Champagne, a kiss from Kitty!

From Kitty in person!

And discounts for the soldiers

on leave!

Are you talking about the cripples?

Oh, stop it, please!

Right now we're already dealing with

the first injuries and deaths of this war.

Young blond, romantic men suffering

next to the corpses of their horses...

...or near the wrecks of their tanks!

A heroic image, right, Cliff?

Dino! If there weren't any dead,

there wouldn't be a war...

...and Germany would not be able to

win and dominate the world!

And we wouldn't be here having

champagne and such a good time.

Well said! Cliff is much more fun

than you are, dear Dino.

He makes even more sense.

His America is further away from

Berlin than my city of Naples.

My friends! Girls! Gentlemen!

Play the National anthem immediately!

Otherwise be the conductor.

You are the usual party pooper.

Come over.

Today I stopped rationing champagne.

If you are not interested in my girls,

I think you will be in the champagne.

Forgive me, Kitty, but I can't.

I have tens of thousands of things to do.

I'll send you a car.

And put what inside of it?

Girls or champagne?

Just you.

Thank you, that's flattering, darling.

But it's been a while since I stopped

offering services so that I can get killed.

Well, as I told you, if you come over,

I'll be happy.

If not, you can keep your ass

glued to the chair. Bye!

Klaus?

The Gestapo!

Are you crazy?

You let those Gestapo brings me here

like a criminal, in order to tell me what?

That you have to commit my girls,

because they are foreigners...

...and close my nightclub?

The Party needs my place.

It's not up to me.

And whom the f*** would it be up to?

Himmler, Von Riebentrop?

They are all my clients, except you.

Have they gone crazy, too?

I'll make a call to all of them immediately.

I'll show you who Kitty is!

Do you think this is the right day, Kitty?

The war has just started.

What the f*** does the war

have to do with my work?

Do you want us to wear a chastity belt

just because the war has started?

Do you want my girls to

become little red swastikas?

Wallenberg, you haven't learned

a thing from the Roman Empire.

In order to conquer the World

one must be able to laugh, sing.

Unless you have no intent to close the

brothel, only to open a singing school.

Thank you very much, Kitty.

But our valuable soldiers are already

singing about Germany's greatness.

Don't you think our valuable soldiers...

...would like to spend half an hour

in bed in order to come...

...before they leave?

But of course. But don't forget that

many of them are married.

Married!

The wives are for breast-feeding.

A soldier also wants to shoot his bullets,

not just those the army gives him.

Wallenberg. Sometimes I feel

you don't understand these things.

Is that just because I am not

interested in your whores?

But that's not the point.

There is nothing I can do.

I am sorry, Kitty.

You have to close your nightclub.

What a pain in the ass!

You can ruin me this way!

At least give me some more time.

6 months?

Not even a day. I told you.

The Party needs that place.

But I could help you.

I could provide you with German girls.

You could get a little villa

in the Green Forest.

I thank you, but Kitty has always

been at the center of Berlin...

...and she has always used

an international set of girls.

You are making a big mistake, Kitty.

I would give you skillful, beautiful,

and elegant girls...

...in a private, quiet, discreet area.

Really a high-class place.

I'd even offer you a great price.

And if I refuse?

I don't think that's a good idea.

I really don't think it's a good idea.

You wouldn't just lose your license.

Evidently you still don't know me,

Commander.

If necessary, I'll go to Hitler myself!

Don't move. Nobody move!

They will miss...

They'll miss this panoramic view.

Schatzi, I don't care about

changing my address.

Love is the same everywhere.

Thank Heavens.

I don't have to change my profession,

I don't have to find someone else.

After it's all over, he'll send me to a villa.

I'm such a mess!

What's the matter? Are you crying?

Yes, and I don't know why.

I don't know. I swear I don't know why,

stupid girl I am.

For Heaven's sake, girls, relax!

We are not in the army.

Frankie, bring something to drink.

Something strong. It's freezing in here.

Good girls, very good!

They can certainly listen very well,

Wallenberg, but that's not enough.

They come off as amateurs.

Look at this one.

Good for a trip to the country,

but not for f***ing like a pig.

Look at this one!

A child in her arms...

...and an iron in her hands,

and you'll have the perfect homemaker.

They have no passion!

This one is so refined, she even

makes me feel uncomfortable.

Imagine the poor guy

who has to screw her!

She's made for a parlor,

not for a nightclub.

What we need here are girls,

who are soft and warm and...

...most of all always ready

and able to smile in any situation.

Technically they are perfect.

I hope they don't greet their clients

when they enter the room.

I felt so at peace with my other girls.

They could give a dying man a hard on!

All right, loosen them up.

After all that's your job, not mine.

They say you've been extraordinary.

Teach them to become like you.

No, no, no. They are all beautiful,

perfect, too perfect, boring.

They look like printed postcards

the soldiers send to their moms.

I need specialists -

girls who can satisfy any request...

...to fulfill the strangest desires,

the most complex perversions.

The clients of Salon Kitty

have imagination.

If any of them doesn't not live up to

your expectations, let me know.

I'm responsible for them all.

Who would have known that.

We'll have to take up teaching.

Bravo!

Perfect!

And now, Wallenberg,

this is your battle point.

You don't rush and do your work

meticulously.

I want to control the girls' relationships

and collect any information they gather.

To trust is fine; to not trust is better.

Execute my orders to the letter

to the best of your ability.

And, have fun, Wallenberg.

- What's your name?

- Susan, General.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes