Why? Hans?
What did I do wrong? Hans! Hans.
Departure for Kronewald from platform 1 .
The train!
The next train for Kronewald will leave in 20 minutes from platform 1.
Left, left, two, three, four.
Man, you are not doing it right.
Why, Hans? Why?
From Imola to Warsaw. . .
Demolished houses, burned fields, dead horses rotting in the sun.
And men, women, children, piles of corpses.
Silent deformed bodies, bloated and decomposed.
We slaughtered everybody!
I, too, beat these poor citizens, who couldn't defend themselves.
People screaming, with their arms up in the air.
Was I born for this?
I thought my future was building houses, creating space to live and make love. . .
. . .but instead I've become the architect of a graveyard.
No, Hans. No!
Margherita! Margherita!
My God, Hans. Now here, love me.
Now you're starting to understand what your despair is about, right?
It's our last day. Stop talking.
I'm sick of slaughtering human beings.
But you're a soldier. It's your duty to fight.
Of course. I kept my head down without discussing why until yesterday.
But I have made my decision now.
I want to fight against Hitler. . .
. . .against his madness. . .
. . .against this violence, which is corrupting us all.
Lieutenant Hans Reiter stopped by today as well, before leaving.
What do you have in mind?
As soon as I'm back on the base, I'll defect on my airplane.
That's treason!
He said very little - almost nothing. Little bits of sentences.
He is the reserved type, but a genuine and honest person. . .
. . .always confident in his National Socialist belief.
Margherita. Man belongs to mankind.
Not to a country, to a race or a religion.
I'm at peace with myself.
He kept wanting to make love. And we did as it is the right thing to do. . .
. . . with a soldier who prepares himself to go back to battle.
Margherita. Man belongs to mankind.
Not to a country, or to a race or religion.
I'm at peace with myself.
Did she write down in her report the name of the officer for certain?
Yes, Commander.
Captain Hans Reiter.
He is precise and faithful.
He'll get back to the base today.
Take care of this immediately!
Yes, Commander.
Captain Hans Reiter. Have you fallen in love with him?
No.
Go ahead, drink. I'm sure by now you've also learned to love champagne.
You met with him everyday, correct?
It was he looking for me.
And you? ls 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!
Imagine 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!
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: l 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, l 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! Shit! Heil Hitler! Ass! Shit! Heil Hitler! Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil! Shit! Shit! Sieg Heil! Shit! Sieg Heil! Heil Hitler! Shit! Shit! 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 shit, 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.
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 shit.
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 bitch, 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.
You hide in silence under the pretext of law and order.
And of tradition!
Tradition! Look at yourselves. You are like two mummified insects.
Why should people like you be saved?
For the future of Germany, my dear! Our generation must preserve--
Preserve what? Your own skin? Your own stuff?
Keeping your eyes shut, so you won't see anything and won't have to think.
A few months ago you were telling a totally different story.
For you, Miss.
Who wants me?
Madam Kitty Kellermann.
What? Kitty?
Tell her that I am not home. No, wait. Have her sit down on the porch.
What type of work do you do in Berlin, Margherita?
Invent one yourself, dad, one that keeps you most at peace.
I understand you, darling. I would've acted the same way in your place.
But I cannot keep covering up for you. Wallenberg wants you back.
Now you're a pimp for Wallenberg, aren't you?
I'm nobody's pimp. Even less of a politician like Wallenberg.
But don't forget that a German officer was killed in your room.
That's not just stupid, but also dangerous considering who he is.
Are you blackmailing me? Let it be known that I don't care.
Go ahead and tell him, if you want.
Tell him it was me - I killed that pig to avenge Hans.
I didn't know you loved him that much.
You don't need to come back tomorrow nor the day after tomorrow.
Rest a bit. In the meantime I'll keep trying to calm the waters.
There's nothing to calm, because I'm not coming back.
Don't lie - that won't help.
And write the report yourself: Margherita Abandons Operation Kitty!
What operation?
The one that has people hanging from butcher's hooks.
I don't know what you are talking about.
The operation you conduct, Kitty. Yours is a brood of spies. . .
. . .who drink champagne, screw, and tell everything they hear to Wallenberg!
That's not true. There is not one trace of truth in your story.
Stop playing the role of Kitty. I don't ask you to justify yourself.
I don't give a shit if you're Wallenberg's accomplice or if I am!
Me? Who really is the accomplice of an SS captain?
You betrayed me! You spy, spy! Spy! Spy!!
Spy in my nightclub - an honest, clean welcoming brothel!
I hate you! I hate you all!
I never soiled myself in all this political crap!
People can do whatever they want there.
The sex there is clean!
Now I understand everything!
They changed the nightclub - they changed the girls.
They were hoping they could change Kitty as well.
I will kill that Wallenberg!
I'll destroy him, I'll squash him like a worm!
I'll go to Hitler! It really matters to me!
Calm down, Kitty. Calm down.
I thought that you were on their side.
Am I so stupid. How could I have ever thought the same about you.
Forgive me. But. . .
Kitty, how did Wallenberg know every word I said in that room?
We were by ourselves.
How did he know about his feelings. . .
. . .his decision to switch sides? They hung him for that reason.
It was you who hung him on that hook.
No, not Hans.
I didn't write a single word in my report about what Hans said to me.
At first I didn't want to admit I loved him. But now I know I do.
I understand what he meant by saying: ''I'm tired of slaughtering human beings.''
He was sure that I'd come to understand that, too.
Kitty! Would you want to be on my side?
No, never on that side.
Don't you understand that I've changed? I'm coming out of a nightmare.
I need your help! Make up your mind and wake up!
I don't understand anything anymore - absolutely nothing.
Wasn't it you who said it's easier to talk amongst women?
Let's try.
What would you like to do?
Immediately go back to Berlin, immediately!
Find out how Wallenberg learns everything the men say in our rooms.
I want to clean up my place, Margherita.
I want it back the way it was, as clean as it was, at any cost! Clean!
I'll leave, piss, and be back!
Kitty.
He'll end up a bit dead in the bathroom, but he has forgiven the whole thing.
I don't remember the rest.
Kitty, are you here to make eyes at me again?
I've known many men in my life, but none as irresistible as you.
Why do you resist me then?
Well? What's going on?
Transforming this antique nightclub into a Spa of the ancient Rome?
Kitty, get a sheet for yourself.
We have to talk, if you decide not to be a clown for a moment.
As you wish. Tell me, tell me.
I found out why Wallenberg made me change my location.
They're spying on us. The girls are SS agents.
Everyday they report all the silly things our guys squirt out while fucking.
The girls are from the SS? Fuck me. . . !
I've known whores, but women like. . . forgive me, Margherita.
That's not all. The rooms are full of microphones.
No, not the bathrooms!
Of course, the noise of the shower prevents them from listening.
Don't think the Nazis are so democratic they let people piss in peace!
By the way. . .
We need your help.
To do what?
To destroy him.
It's a bit unusual conspiring in a bathroom, even for an Italian.
However, it seems right that the shit ends up in the toilet.
Hurray, hurray, Paris!
It's ours! Hurray!
A toast to the German soldiers marching under the Arch of Triumph!
Heil Hitler!
One more time! Sieg Heil!
Heil Hitler!
- Long live France! - Louder!
- Long live France! - One more time!
Long live France!
Heil Hitler!
Hello? What happened to you? Where are you?
In Paris, darling. I tried to call you earlier.
You know that we Italians are at war now, too.
Yes, just in time before the inevitable triumph.
The government decided I am the best war correspondent and I couldn't refuse.
What about me? Did you forget about me?
No. Nobody forgets your kisses. Act as if I'm right there with you.
Yes, of course, but it doesn't help. I miss you too much! Thank you anyway.
No, darling, thank you for what? I beg you, no, Kitty, a duty-bound call.
Listen, do you remember last time in Margherita's bathroom?
I left the shower on, and now it's filling up the whole room.
Go to Margherita's bathroom, and turn off the shower, understood?
Go there immediately. Be there at ten o'clock on the dot!
At ten, you got it, Kitty? Bye, Kitty.
A kiss.
I beg you pardon. Is there something wrong?
I'm fine, thank you. I know everything.
Dino told me to provide you with a radio transmitter.
Here it is!
Turn in on, and I'll record every word for you at a distance of 1 kilometer.
If we want to fuck Wallenberg, we'll use the same technique.
I hardly see you anymore.
Why aren't you saying anything?
Talk to me. Please, talk to me.
Do you like it? Tell me. Slave and master.
Oh, God. I missed you so much.
Drink it.
I hate whores - paid lavatories.
And what am I?
Even if I don't do it for the money, I'm still a whore.
You are my creature.
I invented you - you're my accomplice.
Tell me anything you like - everything.
Who knows when I'll be able to see you again.
Soon.
No, wait. I want you to stay as long as possible.
And your wife?
I sent her away. She has the right to a day off.
She is still your wife.
I'll be strong enough to free myself from her soon.
Kiss me. Please, kiss me.
Your illusions don't belong in here.
They are not illusions.
Listen!
My wife's grandfather was Jewish.
It could be dangerous for you, too, if they find out.
Not anymore, once I have the power of being respected - Hitler's power.
Are you crazy?
The bedroom secrets of all Germany are in my hands.
Those of Riebentrop, Göbels, Keitel, Jodel. . .
. . .even those of Heinrich Himmler.
I know every single weakness of each of them.
The type of cocaine they use.
Their impotence, their perversions. . .
. . .the larcenies, the betrayals, their rivals.
A variety of cowards!
And what do your superiors think of this?
Soon they won't have any time left to think.
It wasn't my idea at first, I admit that.
But I already know how to free myself from all of them, as soon as I want to.
Maybe you're under the illusion of power.
No.
It's true. Every single word of mine is true.
It's true! It's true! Get this into your head for good!
I don't give a shit about National Socialism. . .
. . .just as no one gives a shit about our leaders!
All of them have just one goal: power!
There are no ideals, no belief system!
You are the one who has illusions, Margherita.
You, and millions of Germans like you who believed in us.
It was a way to put all of you at our feet.
You. . .
. . .a middle-class girl. . .
. . .at the mercy of a pimp.
To get you and all that you represent, I've reduced you to my level.
Like all the others.
A band of gangsters.
We turned everyone of you into a criminal. . .
. . .a murderer, a thief, a corrupt accomplice. . .
. . .and a slave!
I believe you.
I don't want to talk anymore now.
Touch me here.
Let me enjoy it. Let me feel your power.
Whore!
I will appoint a whore as the first lady of the Third Reich.
You pimp!
A whore and a pimp who salute each other in public:
Heil. . .
. . .Hitler!
Nobody knows anything about the two of us here.
Only I do.
A pimp, and you - a whore.
A whore. . .
. . .and a pimp.
What's the matter, doll? Are you starting to have enough of all of this?
I'd like to see you in my shoes, with legs spread from the morning to night.
I can't deal with it anymore.
Why don't you get out of it?
I would, if I could.
You are a gentleman. Why won't you take me to America?
Why don't you?
Of course. You have to put something on, though.
I'll get my stuff, and we'll leave.
Listen - listen.
Hurry up! RooseveIt is waiting for us.
Cliff?
I'll be right there.
Filthy coward!
Commander Wallenberg is not in his office!
I didn't come here to talk with him.
I'm here to accuse him of betrayal.
Wallenberg. . . Do you realize what you are saying?
Of course.
I am a National Socialist, and I know that traitors are to be squashed. . .
. . .without any pity, regardless of who they are.
Do you have some evidence you can show me?
This is my report.
You will recognize Wallenberg's voice on this record.
How did you find out about this?
I am his lover.
We'll take action, and we'll listen to this.
You have to listen to it and take action immediately.
My statement is professionally bound, it's official.
If you don't think you can do it, just let me know.
I'll go directly to the national leader, Himmler.
I will take care of it immediately! Don't worry, comrade!
- Heil! - Hitler!
Come on in.
I have been informed there will be an urgent and secret meeting. . .
. . .ordered by the Führer.
Look! My wife's grandfather was Jewish.
It could be dangerous for you, too, if they find out.
Not anymore, once I have the power of being respected - Hitler's power.
Are you crazy?
The bedroom secrets of all Germany are in my hands.
Those of Riebentrop, Göbels, Keitel, Jodel. . .
. . .even those of Heinrich Himmler.
I know every single weakness of each of them.
The type of cocaine they use.
Their impotence, their perversions, the larcenies, the betrayals. . .
. . .their rivals.
A variety of cowards!
What do your superiors think of this?
Soon they won't have any time anymore to think.
Heil Hitler!
It wasn't my idea at first, I admit that.
But I already know how to free myself from all of them. . .
. . .as soon as I want to.
Maybe you are under the illusion of power.
No.
It's true. Every single word of mine is true.
It's true! It's true! Get this into your head for good!
I don't give a shit about National Socialism. . .
. . .just as no one gives a shit about our leaders!
All of them have just one goal: power!
There are no ideals, no belief system!
You are the one who has illusions, Margherita.
You, and millions of Germans like you who believed in us.
It was a way to put all of you at our feet.
You - a middle-class girl. . .
. . .at the mercy of a pimp.
To get you and all that you represent, l have reduced you to my level.
Like all the others, a band of gangsters.
We turned everyone of you into a criminal. . .
. . .a murderer, a thief, a corrupt accomplice. . .
. . .and a slave!
I believe you. I don't want to talk anymore now.
Touch me here.
Let me enjoy it.
Let me feel your power.
Whore!
I will appoint a whore as the first lady of the Third Reich.
You pimp!
A whore and a pimp who salute each other in public.
Heil Hitler!