Salon Kitty Page #4

also learned to love champagne.

You met with him everyday, correct?

It was he looking for me.

And you? Is that it,

you only spread your legs?

I told you to come in only if I call you!

Get out!

Goodbye, Miss.

I'm Mrs. Wallenberg.

I married her a long time ago.

I must say she is a great wife -

discreet, faithful.

Get out!

No, wait!

lmagine her as Hans Reiter.

Show me what you did to him...

...because it's not in your reports.

What's the matter? Is your pride

keeping you from doing it?

Stop it!

Go away!

I didn't expect you'd get caught

in the net of silly sentimentality.

Maybe I overestimated you.

Why? Who do you think I am?

Your Hans will never understand

what you are!

What does he give you?

And you?

Look!

Look here!

Look here!

You see?

I'll take everything

that can be sold.

It'll be mine, like you.

I want you too to become

part of my private dream.

Another ghost like your wife?

A desire. And it's your duty.

Do I have to lose my body,

and my whole self?

Do you prefer to stay the way you are?

With your wretched little love story?

I aim higher. That's why I am a

National Socialist.

I have a goal:
Power!

And with you,

my power will be complete.

What is your ridiculous love for

the pilot compared to all of this?

It's not love.

Look.

I have a letter from him.

I could destroy it.

Heinzberg, n. 10. My Love:

I just got here less than an hour ago...

...and I already miss you,

need you, want you.

It did not go through censorship.

Nobody else read it. Just you.

As you can see, if I want to,

I can do anything, you know?

I know.

I can treat feelings as if they were things.

Isn't that great?

Yes. It's true. It's wonderful. Like magic.

It's will, not magic.

And that goes for you, too.

You are mine, because I want it.

By now you belong to me -

you've become mine.

The one I protect. My accomplice.

Say it! Say that you are my accomplice.

Say it! Say it!

Yes.

You're mine. Betray him.

My love, you're mine, I miss you,

I need you, I want you.

I miss you, I need you, I want you.

The lonely butterfly.

I don't like clowning around.

If you are skillful, you'll get rich fast.

You are so special -

that's why the neurotics like you.

You only think about money.

Sure, honey, what else can you think of

in this profession.

After you've made enough of it,

you drop everything...

...go free and go back to being

a respectable and proper person.

You really think like a servant.

You have no ideals.

You are no National Socialist.

My dear Susan,

first of all I am a madam.

In spite of your ideals, Hitler,

your husband, your daughter...

...you're nothing but a whore.

A whore!

I am not, I am not,

and I am not!

Stop! Stop!!

Jesus and Mary!

The profession of a whore seems

easy, comfortable, full of luxury.

Many of them fall into this trap.

When they realize that, it's too late.

Well. My dear Hilda, dear Hilda.

Aren't you taking off your clothes?

Ok.

Go over to the bed. Go to the bed.

Turn off the light.

...by joining the political

leadership of our Party.

And then those two institutions will

together educate the German people...

...render them powerful, and they will

carry the German state...

...the German empire

on their shoulders.

...and that one would admit

the truth about Germany...

- What is this?

- Bread.

I had it prepared by the best baker

in Berlin. It's perfect, isn't it?

Put it between your legs. Not inside.

On the outside!

Now I'll hold it steady, so that

it really looks like it's yours.

Stroke it, stroke it. Come on!

Work with me!

Good girl, good girl!

Heil Hitler! Sh*t! Heil Hitler!

Ass! Sh*t! Heil Hitler! Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sh*t! Sh*t! Sieg Heil! Sh*t!

Sieg Heil! Heil Hitler! Sh*t! Sh*t! Sieg Heil

Poor girl. I should have told you.

I should have refused to work like this.

Calm down!

I'm sure there won't be

any more incidents of this kind.

In any event, contact me immediately.

I'll take care of it personally.

Like you did today?

Like I did today.

What are you looking at?

Leave while there is still enough time!

This life is despicable, of sh*t, vomit,

come, urine, of pigs, of fools.

Leave! Leave!

And you. Especially you.

What need drives you to be

so humiliated by men?

You are so beautiful, so delicate.

Save yourself, Margherita.

Anything is better than this life.

Save yourself.

Save yourself.

How were you able to

keep it hidden until now?

Close-fitting clothes.

When I took my clothes off,

it was easy - no one cared.

I could do it until a few days ago,

but now...

You should've informed us immediately.

Why haven't you done so?

I want to keep the baby.

It's mine.

And the father?

It's mine!

Are you saying you want to keep

a child from government control?

Have you forgotten that

you're still a member of our SS?

It's mine.

Psychologically the girl is lost as to what

her mission objectives are.

We cannot leave a whore like

her around. She knows too much.

Dear doctor, the solution is your job.

Heil Hitler!

You're Margherita, right?

Hans Reiter's girlfriend.

We were in the same squadron.

He talked a lot about you.

Yes, I know him.

He has been here.

Did you know

he was in love with you?

Those things can happen.

Fortunately he got over it fast.

I don't think so. Actually...

Too bad. One should never

fall in love with someone like me.

I am a whore.

Where is he now?

Why? Don't you know?

He was hanged...

...a few days after he went back

to the base...

...because of despondency

and anti-patriotism.

It was an order from Berlin.

He was planning to desert.

That pig!

We thought he was a good comrade.

Instead he was a sh*t.

He played a National Socialist with us,

then we found out he saw us as killers.

What a coward, a traitor, no balls.

Fortunately he gave himself away.

They hung him, that son of a b*tch,

from a butcher's hook.

I enjoyed watching him dangle,

that bastard, like a slaughtered pig.

I took the joy of spitting

on his dead body.

- That sounded like a gunshot.

- Margherita! Help!

Open up! What happened?

- Margherita!

- Open up! Go get everybody!

Put me through to Wallenberg's

office immediately!

Wallenberg, it's Kitty.

There's been an accident here.

An officer killed himself

in the bathroom.

When do you think

you are going back to Berlin?

I don't know, mom.

Darling, are you on leave

because of your health?

Yes. Let's call it that.

It's a nervous breakdown

because of too much work.

And they are fine with that?

How do they think about it?

Who's they?

What do you know about them?

You don't even know what I do.

All you know is that I left home one day.

You never found out what I was doing.

You never allowed me to.

Nor did I allow you to register me

with my National Socialist Party.

This was different.

Your father is being childish.

I still won't bring anyone with me.

Yet, you despise us!

That's true.

I despise your hypocrisy -

your fear of knowing the truth.

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