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Falco - dammit weīre still alive
Incredible how well Hansi plays.
Iīd rather he became a doctor.
Thatīs a serious profession.
The auditorium was full of people.
See how practicing pays off?
Nothing leads to nothing.
Remember, Hans.
To be able to look in the mirror and to have people who love you ...
thatīs important in life.
Sleep well, Hans.
Why didnīt dad come?
He couldnīt leave work.
He was really sorry.
Goodnight, Hans.
Hello, there!
How long is it on with that slut?
What?
Donīt act stupid!
A customer of mine saw you ...
... With your bossīs secretary!
You went to a hotel!
Are you crazy?
The whole streetīs talking, you son of a bitch!
Calm down, Hans could hear us!
Why should I calm down, you pig!
Hans will find out anyway!
I can explain.
Thereīs nothing to explain.
You told me you worked after hours ...
What are you doing with your bag?
Thatīs none of your business.
Youīre skipping school?
And you?
No, Iīm on the way to school.
I just made a delivery.
For my father.
Who are you anyway?
Iīm Billy.
So, what do you want?
I want to know what youīre up to.
Whatīs that boys?
No school?
We just took a look ...
Youīre too young to take a look.
Sorry.
When you grow up, you can also touch.
Touch?
You can buy love here.
Thatīs how it works.
And now go!
Go to school and learn!
So youīll achieve something.
Itīs about a commission?
Yes.
Iīm at your service.
Wedding marches, banquet tunes, what do you require?
A requiem.
A requiem mass?
Yes.
If you accept.
For whom?
The name is of no importance.
Itīs for a soul.
Thatīs no ordinary commission.
Iīm so hungry.
Food at school was terrible.
What was it?
Something ... weird ... with meat ...
According to this youīve been skipping school ...
for three weeks ...
Where did you go?
I want to know where youīve been strolling around!
I donīt like school, mum.
Thereīs a lot of things i donīt like. Still I do them.
Thatīs what adults do.
I want to grow up fast to do exciting stuff.
Pardon?
Look, I want to be a pop star.
No need for school then.
Pop star?
When youīve finished school, be what you want.
Until then youīll go to school.
Understood?
Yes.
If I didnīt have you ...
My god.
- My boy. - Mum.
My parents told me not to meet with you again.
Theyīll calm down.
You always go too far, Hans.
A few days in school and nothing would have happened.
But we didnīt go.
My father will not allow me to play the piano.
He sends me to a sports group.
Whatīs that for?
Sports.
Soccer and stuff.
Tennis.
We wonīt have a band then?
Donīt think so.
Why donīt I have siblings?
You had two.
They were in me with you. They died before birth.
Died?
You were triplets. Only you were born.
The doctors couldnīt believe such a miracle.
Did you bury them?
No, they were too little. Four months.
Not really human yet.
I was so happy when you were born.
Very happy.
May I listen to the radio?
Well, I forbid ...
Two songs.
Thanks, mum.
Thatīs it for today.
12 oīclock tomorrow.
Vickerl, I want to evolve...
thatīs why I also play with Weberīs group ...
with "Drahdiwaberl".
Hansi Lang, too.
Well, I can tell you ...
thereīs no money in that.
But Weber lets me sing if he likes the song.
Solo. My own song.
I see, a very own Hölzel song.
Didnīt know such a thing existed.
I donīt want to be second row forever.
See you tomorrow at 12.
Bye ... Hölzel.
Do you really have your own songs?
I wrote lyrics ... I mean ... treatments ... and bass lines ...
Cīmon, let me hear them.
Maybe I can contribute.
Strange. Weīre rehearsing in this stadium where all the big gigs take place ...
we should be playing here ...
50.000 people screaming your name ...
Hansi! Hölzel!
Very funny.
You can change a name.
But you should be unique.
Thatīs what people pay for.
Thatīs what they pay for?
I thought they came for the music?
David Bowie ...
I like his thing.
He took his name from a hunting knife.
His styling is from another planet, the music is a smash!
If you come up with such a thing, youīve made it.
That works in America, theyīll declare you insane here.
Most people do anyway.
Americans have no culture. We Europeans have a rich background.
Americans dig that.
Itīs really the English who set musical trends.
The Americans understand their language and copy them.
Would you like to live in America?
- In L.A., on the beach ... - I donīt know how they tick over there.
Why America? Letīs move to the countryside and open a commune on a farm!
Oh no. Boring.
Everybody fucks everybody and raises sheep.
Nothing for me.
What would you do if the "Company" had a hit?
Just the same - sex, drugs and rockīnīroll.
Youīll have to work harder. Pot and beer wonīt make you famous.
Look Billy. An entrepreneurīs son like you doesnīt need that ...
Moneyīs no problem for Mr. Filanowski ...
My parents want me in the office three days a week.
Oh god, Billy! Really? Three days?
Anybody got pot?
[voice of actor Oskar Werner] His heart is racing, he takes her as his wife.
Donīt flee love, my friends.
Nobody flees her realm. If Amor catches you, youīre done with.
Look - artists and newspapers, thatīs a natural conflict.
We have to keep secrets, papers have to unveil secrets.
As your mother Iīd like to know if your music pays your life?
Sure, mum.
Each weekend I play dance music in discos.
That pays the bills.
I also play with the "Hallucination Company" and with "Drahdiwaberl".
And I have my own songs.
Whatīs that bandīs name?
"Drahdiwaberl" - "Spin, woman".
Wonderful.
Thank you, mother.
Doesnīt your girlfriend cook for you?
Young women today are different. They donīt want to stay at home and cook.
I went to work, too - still I always cared for you.
Youīre unique, mum.
What can you do?
Joker.
Really.
Progress is a sign of our time.
Progress means change.
Where did you hear that?
From politics, from Bruno. [Bruno Kreisky, Austrian chancellor]
Since when do you care for politics?
- My girlfriend Chouchou does. - I see.
She says, in the end all politicians will run away with the money.
Does she?
How progressive.
What are your models in music?
I like the Beatles, but we want to do something of our own.
Something new.
Since when is he on heroin?
Some time.
Itīs supposedly intense.
Itīs hard to stop though.
Did you try?
No, but I took LSD.
Crazy stuff.
We always had someone with us who took nothing.
For safety reasons.
It can turn out bad.
If you canīt handle it, leave it.
Itīs not about handling.
They got the best birds in Vienna. They donīt fuss around.
- Youīve been here before? - Two times.
- Expensive? - Depends on your desires.
I always want everything.
Always everything.
You know whatīs funny?
What?
All day weīre talking in German, and here weīre copying English pop culture.
Thatīs crap.
I think so.
Why donīt we write German lyrics?
You got one?
Rehearsalīs over, gentlemen and choir boys!
Gigīs on saturday,
Soundchek is at 5 p.m., be on time!
I donīt want "Drahdiwaberl" to show bad behaviour.
You said, I could sing, if you like the song.
You got one?
First they were laughing, but they turned quiet when I sang.
Rabitsch even played along.
Great. Congrats.
What do you think?
Too many gangster movies?
Why? Imagine a white suit, a silk scarf and white shoes.
Maybe shorter hair.
And this hat?
Exactly.
Yeah, funny.
Funny?
Iīll show you funny.
You give up?
Many people succed without talent. They exploit other peopleīs talent.
I can make it on my own.
You talk like a politician.
You want to open new perspectives for our youth?
I donīt believe in politics.
You pay taxes for nothing in return.
Oopsie.
You donīt know anything.
I know different things.
Stop! Itīs always the same.
Music and fucking, thatīs all you know.
Thatīs not true.
What about pollution? Thatīs an important subject.
You donīt care at all.
Male dominance of our society?
You donīt care.
Now you bring that up again.
You canīt make normal conversation, not for 5 minutes.
Talk about emancipation to your friends, but spare me, okay?
- Is it that bad ... ? - Youīre a reactionary!
In front of your friends you play the artist, drinking and smoking pot. But you know what?
Youīre a typical bourgeois!
A bourgeois?
I want to be with a woman who doesnīt think like a man.
Youīre so primitive.
Please stay!
Iīm sorry.
Youīre right, I donīt understand.
Thatīs typical.
A midget christmas tree, but the biggest TV set.
I had to spend a few fees.
But thereīs enough left for a son to take his mother to a Christmas dinner.
No girlfriend at the moment?
No, girlfriends are sold out.
Temporarily.
Take your time. Most young women are sluts anyway.
Mother, letīs not spoil Christmas Eve with pointless discussions.
Imagine youīre famous and everybody recognizes you ...
in the pub, at the bakerīs, the cinema ...
Iīd like it.
If youīre successful, everybody waits for your fall.
In Vienna you have to die to be praised ...
but after that youīll live long.
Glory has itīs dark sides.
My mother couldīve said that.
How long will it take till Munich anyway?
Now this seasonīs super flyer, Falko Weißpflog.
Will he compete for todayīs victory?
No, that will not be enough.
Superflyer Falko Weißpflog has been beaten.
Falco ... Superflyer Falco ...
Whatīs happened to you?
Carnivalīs not begun yet.
Hans, get changed, weīre almost on.
Handsome.
Whereīd you get that suit?
Vickerl, donīt say, "On bass, Hans Hölzel", but ...
... on bass, Falco!
Be so kind.
Will you wear that with "Drahdiwaberl", too?
All of Vienna
is on heroin today.
All of Vienna ...
dreams on Mozambine.
All of Vienna ...
also takes cocaine.
In ball season anyway.
You see, all of Vienna ...
is wonderfully wasted.
Cocaine, codeine, heroin and mozambine
... destroy us, 1 - 2 -3.
Cocaine, codeine, heroin and mozambine
destroy us.
The day will come,
the river Danube will go wild,
in the U4 the gold fish will party, [U4: legendary new wave club]
Brunoīs safe on the shore, and Hannes, too. [politicians]
Weīll learn how to swim,
weīre floating anyway.
My band mates wonīt believe that Falcoīs got a record deal.
Youīll have to get used to two things in this business:
envy and mischief.
I wonīt be stopped by that.
If someone gets in my way, I light a cigarette and blow him away.
No, Iīm sorry, Mr. Spiegel.
I donīt understand what ... whatīs his name?
... what heīs singing about.
First you have a song about Vienna on heroin,
which we cannot play, of course.
And now that nursery rhyme ...
Iīm sorry, Mr. Spiegel.
Such an asshole!
Just blow him away, huh?
He knows nothing.
Youīre a newbie.
You know zip about media and journalists.
Is it like the Circus Maximus? One thumb down and youīre done?
Thatīs business, you have to run along.
Without these people nothing goes.
Another thing: Never take on a journalist.
Rather take on the president.
He may pardon you.
What can we do now?
Bork speaking.
This is Hans Hölzel.
Falco from Vienna.
Markus Spiegel talked to you?
Markus told me that you have a potential hit there?
Thereīs a few songs.
Weīre working on an album ... with my producer, Robert Ponger.
Yeah, Iīm here. Fine.
Come to Hamburg, Iīll listen to it.
The case is clear, Herr Kommissar, even if you think otherwise,
All the children know the snow weīre gliding downhill on.
And now the nursery rhyme: Donīt turn around, the Kommissarīs around.
Heīs got the power, weīre all small and dumb, and ...
What do you want from a manager?
We want a release in Germany, Mr. Bork.
Austrian radio wonīt play us ...
Mr. Spiegel thought, radio stations here might be more open.
To this new, rough and cool wave.
Artist, producer, record company, manager ...
four fit in a taxi.
Traditional mangersī saying.
Allīs clear, Herr Kommissar?
We meet, Jil and Joe, his brother Hip and the rest of that cool gang,
theyīre rapping here and there, while theyīre scratching at the walls,
The case is clear, Herr Kommissar, even if you think otherwise,
All the children know the snow weīre gliding downhill on.
And now the nursery rhyme: Donīt turn around, the Kommissarīs around.
Heīs got the power, weīre small and stupid,
and the frustration turns us mute.
Youīre number one in Germany, whatīs your statement?
My statement? It shows the Krauts have taste.
What an arrogant prick.
Nice to see a human being.
Weīre number one in Austria.
Weīll have to finish the album fast.
No problem on my part.
Only If I refuse to take off my shoes again ...
Which I intend to do.
Whoever smells the maze first, gets his trial first.
Berlinīs a cloud, weīre on the run again.
The albumīs a smash!
I told you, it will get a lot of air play.
The "Kommissar" did enter the UK charts?
At number ... 5, I think.
I really liked the song ... at second or third try.
- But this is ... - A smash!
Fifty percent for the producer?
Thatīs in the contract.
I agreed on that, thatīs a common deal.
It has to be a million by now.
About that, yes.
- Canīt we do anything? - No.
Have him record a playback tape.
You have to do PR in Germany.
In all of Europe.
Record stores, radio shows, local papers ...
the hard way.
February 19th is my birthday.
My 41st. Iīd like you to be here, Billy.
Youīre flying Lauda Air on the 18th,
I booked the return flight for March 4th.
Call me back.
- Donīt you recognize me? - Of course, Hansi. Hi.
Itīs been an eternity.
How are you?
Super.
I often hear you on the radio. I saw you on TV.
Screw it.
Why are you here?
I have a customer to meet here.
You know what, Billy?
I havenīt seen Hans for a year.
Not even a phone call.
For more than one year.
Heīs on promotion tour all over the world.
- I see him regularly. I can ... - We miss him.
Everybody. We all miss Hans.
Heīll call, Iīm sure.
We donīt want anything from him. Like money or stuff.
- We donīt need that, look. - Sure, Hansi. I know.
- Will you tell him that? - I will.
Why not?
If I walk into a shop to photograph a jacket and shirts theyīll ask why.
Then youīll them them that a customer who canīt come himself is interested.
Hi Billy, old pervert. Connie - Billy, Billy - Connie.
Hi.
Choose something nice for me and call me before you come.
Come in.
I think I described all of my life in my first album.
Emotions, experiences, fears ...
Yes - fears!
Iīm empty now. No words emerge from my head.
I turn it left, right, shake it - nothing.
Silence.
Just the phone ringing.
The company wants the album, Spiegel says waiting costs him a million ...
The press want stories, my mother worries.
Even Bork is nervous.
There are more important things. The whole world waits for the end ...
Every moment the sky could darken and the world will be swallowed.
As a friend I gotta tell you ...
ever since you came back from your tour I donīt recognize you.
Whatīs happened?
Nothing. I sold 6 million copies, Iīm a dollar millionaire, nothing new.
That was much in a short time.
I think you drink too much, Hans.
You do too much coke, youīre withdrawing from the world.
You sit here all day watching videos.
This oneīs great. They saw off someoneīs ...
You have the booze brought to you from the cafe downstairs ...
You feed on pizza deliveries, thereīs one girl after the other.
Everything I release will compared to the "Kommissarīs" sucess.
Can you imagine that?
Just blank paper to write a world wide hit?
I see youīre under pressure.
Still ...
Everybody wonders why you avoid contact.
Why?
I canīt trust anybody.
- Nonsense. - Support here, money there - I canīt!
Donīt play the whining jerk!
How long will you imprison yourself?
Pull yourself together!
I make it as hard as possible for me, believe me.
I do.
Get back on your feet, Hans!
Go on holiday!
Go to Italy and enjoy yourself!
Youīll be Hans Hölzel again.
What you donīt want me to do to you, I trust someone else to do.
What about that?
I donīt know. I canīt judge.
You canīt judge, but I can. Iīll only record it what I like.
Which one of you three really digs me?
One of you has to love me, no?
Shit.
Donīt ask for old new values,
see white light,
see just emotions,
the night is ours until sunrise,
weīre into all games.
Donīt let this journey ever end,
doing comes from being,
alone from the dimensions, the illusions and sensations pay off ...
Young Romans,
dance differently from everybody else,
they love their sisters more than everybody else.
Ask the young Romans:
Do you still know the sun? - It knows the sorrows.
Young Romans,
the night is young like you, forget about tomorrow.
[Italian lyrics]
From the album "Young Romans" which fell behind sales expectations.
It was number one in Austria but doesnīt go well abroad.
Why? - Not only Falco is asking that.
Maybe the new single will work.
No, it doesnīt.
Maybe the albumīs ahead of itīs time ...
but the fans expected something else.
The first white rapper.
- Too much art, too little commerce. - Maybe.
Maybe this was a necessary step in his evolution.
The Americans have lost interest.
What to do?
A new album - as long as heīs hot.
Or just a single.
It wonīt be easy ...
... to ask that of him.
Young Romans bombed.
- Letīs be honest. - You know Hans.
Heīs down right now.
It will turn to depression, heīll be gone the next months.
Let him get some rest.
While heīs at that, others can start to write songs.
He wonīt work with Ponger. Theyīre too different.
They hate each other.
He needs a new sound.
I know who can deliver.
So who?
The Bolland brothers.
Rob and Ferdy Bolland in Amsterdam.
Whatīs up with those two cheese wranglers?
Listen to it, dammit!
Itīs a great single, after that youīll work on the album.
Iīm watching a great movie, my dear.
Youīve seen it a 100 times.
I demand you to listen!
How can two run down child stars who maybe can sing in a choir ...
understand Falcoīs world view and write about it?
Itīs more likely than you writing 15 great songs. Now fucking listen!
I got one more chance ...
either the new single takes off or Iīll stay a one hit wonder.
Understand my reservations.
Iīll get a big advance payment if we work with the Bollands, I promise.
Whatīs the title?
He was a punker in the big city, In Vienna he did all his things.
He was broke, because he drank, but all the women loved him...
calling out: "Rock me, Amadeus!"
He was a superstar, popular, he was eccentric, cause he had style,
he was a master, a rock idol, everybody called out: "Rock me, Amadeus!"
It was around 1780 in Vienna, no plastic money anymore, the banks against him,
Everybody knew where the debts came from - he loved women, they loved his punk.
He was a superstar, popular, he was eccentric, that was his style.
He was a master, a rock idol,
everybody still calls out: "Rock me, Amadeus!"
Weīll be number one in Germany soon.
The record deal ends soon, such a hit makes negotiating easier.
Whatīs up, Hans?
I see. The blonde, huh?
Sheīs my type. Blonde, tall, tuberculose.
Go and tell them to come here.
You gotta be in Holland tomorrow, theyīll cancel if you miss the flight gain.
I wonīt miss it.
Please get the blonde.
May I introduce, this is Miss Jacqueline.
- Thatīs her friend ... - Susanne ... Susi.
Letīs sit down.
She wanted to get to know you ...
... ever since she saw you on TV.
Stop it.
Pity it took that long.
Did you see the gig?
- No. - We changed our mind.
How was it?
Call me Hans, okay?
What shall we drink?
The same?
Sure. Horst, check it!
Jacqueline is a big fan.
I just turned a fan of hers.
Horst, sheīs incredibly hot.
Miss Styria 1981, did you know?
No, but we have to leave, Hans.
Meet her again, when youīre sober.
I canīt let her go home.
Youīll have to, she said she was married.
Screw it.
- Hans, you canīt ... - I donīt need a nanny!
Stop it!
I told you Iīm a rock star and I donīt want her to go.
Yeah, sure. Everythingīs fine, Hans.
Zip up your trousers.
Fucking trousers.
Whatīs my room number?
What?
Horst ... my room number ...
Please.
Horst, master of the strings. Let me hug you.
How are things in beautiful Hilversum?
Rob said you drank too much.
They had to stop recordings. Is that true?
Again: I donīt need nannies.
I need tough producers.
Iīm the director.
It should say on the cover: Directed by Falco.
I never saw that before.
Which makes it good. Tell it to the flatlanders.
Hans, I donīt want you to block yourself.
I have visions. Iīm afraid that those two Edamers will turn it into ordinary.
You know this wonīt happen, Hans.
Just concentrate on the recordings.
- Uhm, that girl song ... - Jeannie. - Yes, Jeannie.
Itīs madness.
It will create a big uproar when released.
Yesterday they showed me lyrics for a song called "Vidiot".
About a guy who spends his days watching videos.
Guess who they meant?
Funny, no?
Donīt blow it up, thatīs a joke.
A Joke, fine. But I wonīt get mocked ...
by two woodclogs with a fucking studio at worldīs ass.
I wrote new lyrics in one hour.
About America and RockīnīRoll. Because ...
... thatīs what those cheese eaters dig.
The storyīs this, cause everybody knows,
it wasnīt always easy with DigīnīRoll music in this country.
In me everythingīs white spritzer
though Iīm drinking whisky since I went to USA.
They say, "Falco you are wonderful" - hey, give yourself a break,
if you still buy my records, thatīs okay with me.
The typical thing about me is that Iīm entirely untypical,
Sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes drunk, sometimes sober.
Youīll have to take me as I am, Iīm telling you.
Show me a slender leg, then Iīll be there for you.
America - believe how much you can be missed.
Itīs me, Hans.
I want to see you.
What?
Take a plane as soon as possible.
Why should I?
- First I donīt hear from you ... - Iīll die without you.
I have to feel your skin, smell your hair. Come.
Jacqueline, hello?
Where are you?
A hotel in Munich.
I got a gig tomorrow.
What are you doing exactly?
Did you know Elvisī twin brother died at birth?
No.
I had two siblings which my mother lost.
Iīd have been one of triplets.
Really?
Maybe thatīs why you have so many faces.
Do I?
Dunno.
I think.
Strange that I was to survive.
I think it makes me strong.
The knowledge of having escaped death once.
Hans, I gotta tell you ...
It gives energy and courage.
Maybe too much.
Iīm pregnant.
Pregnant?
Yes, it took me by surprise.
Yeah ... how ... ?
Our first night in Graz.
By me?
I never expected it.
Like a miracle, huh?
In Graz?
Yes.
I donīt even remember.
You donīt want it?
Are you crazy?
Of course I want it. Iīm happy.
Falco will be a dad.
Youīre sweet when youīre happy.
I canīt believe weīll have a child.
Nice.
Great.
And big enough for a start.
Guess so.
Letīs see what Hans thinks once the child is here.
Itīs some time.
You met in Graz?
In Graz, yes.
Iīm from Graz.
When was that?
Not long ago ... June.
In June ...
Well, he fell in love head over heels again.
I guess.
Iīm having a divorce ...
didnīt work out ...
The keys.
I let in some air.
Youīll adapt quickly.
Thank you.
Stella sits in Rio, Stella lies in Tokyo.
Men ask her for fire and the other thing.
Sugar Chris misses you a lot, your leg and your face.
You can do without me but not without luxury.
What do little girls play with,
be it Tucson, Arizona or Toronto, Canada?
Vienna, Vienna, you know me up and down,
Only you, Vienna, where have your women gone?
Two, one, zero, red alert - Vienna in danger!
- Iīll get a drink, you too? - No thanks.
Whatīs that?
Itīs for sleeping.
Iīm going to Germany tomorrow morning.
When will you be back?
The day after tomorrow, baby.
Sometimes I have to sell my skin.
What are those tubes and needles in your dressing room?
How do you know?
Just saw them.
Do you spy on me?
So soon?
Definitely not.
Do I have a reason?
Itīs a kind of ... doping.
A cleansing of blood.
They take it, add oxygene, and put it back.
Then my bodyīs 15 years younger.
And healthier.
Really?
Money can buy anything.
I couldnīt last a tour otherwise.
Crazy, what you do to your body.
Donīt start like that.
I donīt take that well.
And that from somebody who smokes and drinks during pregnancy.
Finally honest words.
A macho like you canīt be tolerated soberly.
Youīre so pathetic.
You donīt even know what a macho is.
Go to your mother and cry there.
Not necessary.
My mother thinks all my girls are sluts.
Pardon?
Forget it.
Stupid asshole!
I want an apology!
Sorry, I didnīt mean it.
I donīt believe you.
I wanted to hurt you. That was stupid. Sorry.
Never say that again. Or Iīm gone.
I promise.
Everything will be different with the child.
Iīll stop drinking ...
also the other stuff ...
Itīs cold Letīs get out of here.
Your lipstick is smeared.
You bought it. And I watched.
Too much red on your lips.
You said: "Donīt pick me up!"
But I saw the truth.
Eyes tell more than words.
You need me, huh?
Everybody knows weīre together.
I hear them. Theyīre coming to get you.
They wonīt find you. Youīre here with me.
After five years abroad and with no knowledge of German pop ...
I heard Falcoīs "Jeannie" on the radio ...
and got appropriately enraged.
That could have been it.
Then I heard it was number one everywhere ...
I heard it sold 20.000 copies just yesterday.
Facts and numbers make "Jeannie" a news issue.
In the last months the number of missing persons rose dramatically.
Local police report another tragic case.
Itīs about a 19 year old girl, last seen two weeks ago.
Police canīt exclude the possibility of a crime.
Three Austrain Catholic organizations talk about an irresponsible game with crime and violence.
Theyīd like Austrian radio to follow the German broadcast ban.
I knew the candle eaters would react like that.
Incredible how easy to manipulate the media.
Youīre right.
Eight German womenīs associations protested against the song.
They say itīs a war song playing down violence against women.
They complain that the song ...
endorses sexual assault and murder.
Worst thing is weīre still number one in Germany.
Right.
In a few weeks weīll announce ...
there will be a sequel to "Jeannie" on the next album.
Itīs agreed upon with the Bollands.
Next weīll put "Amadeus" on the US market, then itīll be Christmas ...
Hans will go on holiday ...
in January everybody will have calmed down.
Yes ... unfortunately.
Thatīs business.
Hans, the Carribeanīs a dream ...
the islands and stuff.
Look ... MTV America, baby.
Whoīs on the air? Your man.
What do you prefer to watch? This? Or this?
Inhale. Deeply.
My daughter. Carolina Tanja.
Your dad loves you.
Iīll always look after you.
I love you, sweet little flea.
Today sheīs one week old.
Are they at home?
Iīll fetch them tomorrow.
Were you present at birth?
Sure.
It was hard.
But when I think how cute Carolina is...
how she looked at her dad, the sweet girl.
Letīs drink to that.
To Carolina.
Youīre number one, Hans.
Number one in the US charts.
The first German language number one in US rock history!
Champaign!
We only have sparkling wine.
Three bottles!
Incredible!
Elton Johnīs "Nikita" is on 9.
Princeīs "Kiss" at 5.
John Mellencampīs "Heart" is on 2.
And number one is "Rock Me Amadeus" by Falco.
Dude, you made it.
- I always believed in you. - Thank you.
You were number one in England and the US.
Arenīt you happy?
Thatīs the biggest thing to achive as a rock musician.
Theyīll judge me on that basis forever.
Maybe I cannot repeat that.
Stop that.
Be happy and celebrate.
One thing I know.
They will only love me again when Iīm dead.
Excuse me.
Hans! A toast!
Iīll be back.
The world revolves around me. Iīm an egoiste,
the guy closest to me is myself.
Tell me - are you really that stupid?
Watch your mouth!
It freaks me out when my girl doesnīt know David Bowie and thinks "Solid Gold" is a jewellery store.
Thatīs not important.
Everybody is asking, where I got such a birdbrain.
- I just asked a question. - Hit me again and Iīll hit back.
You canīt tell me anything, I decide how to live my life.
If you live with me, you have to live accordingly.
Stop shouting, youīll wake the girl.
Then Iīll put her to sleep again.
Just shut up.
Crazy asshole! Iīm not done yet.
Coward!
Hit a woman?
Youīre a white trash pig!
Letīs see what your mother has to say about that.
Drinking damaged your brain.
The coke, too.
Donīt you hear our daughter crying?
My dear, your motherīs shouting, but daddy will take care of you.
Iīm here. I love you.
- What are you up to? - Give me the child!
Give me the child. Our lawyers will sort out the rest.
You make a fool of yourself.
Youīre crazy.
Kiss my ass!
Get lost!
Never come back! Never!
Donīt think you will ever enter here again!
Thatīs that.
What if I hadnīt been at the train station?
Where would you go with her?
To your parents in Graz, of course.
Not that hard to guess.
I would have gone.
10 minutes later Iīd been gone.
I would have banged at the door in Graz.
Youīre a crazy guy.
Itīs 7 p.m local time, West Village, business as usual.
The cityīs noisy, the air is bad.
The musicīs black.
What do you say?
Great house, huh?
Maybe this is a mistake ...
but the best things about the American flag are those red and white stripes.
I donīt want to live here.
We donīt have to rush it,
but to have success in America, youīll have to be here.
You have to adapt to the culture, meet the right people at parties ...
Youīll have to be more reliable.
Yes, but if Iīm not comfortable here...
Am I supposed to raise my daughter in LA?
With all that crime, the earthquakes and fires?
Youīre exaggerating.
- Many people with children live here. - No, no, no.
I wonīt do that to my princess.
My family comes first.
You know what that means?
At the bottom of my heart I swim against the waves.
Donīt worry.
Letīs have a drink.
What is it, Jackie? Iīm working.
So?
Itīs 4 a.m.
Come to bed.
Iīm an artist.
A blade runner, gambling with life.
I donīt work 9 to 5.
If you want that, get an office worker.
Iīll go to the studio today.
The song is dedicated to you.
Itīs called "Emotional", itīs about ...
Come.
Youīre Falco. You call the shots.
Your family needs a father, not a human wreck.
Turn off the lights.
I wonīt be able to sleep, baby.
Yes, you will.
Sometimes I wish I were normal again.
And that writingīs easier again.
It will be, Hans.
Weīre high up, like never before.
Weīll play the new album live.
With samples and two hot background singers.
Letīs talk about it tomorrow.
No. Why?
Weīll tour Japan and the US, youīre the band leader.
Awesome! Japan!
Youīll rehearse the songs, Iīll come in at the end.
- Okay, Hans. - Great, dude.
Donīt you have a video shoot tomorrow?
Thank you for calling, guys.
On behalf of Hans, too.
Iīm sorry.
Youīre welcome, Mrs. Hölzel.
Heīs okay again.
He wonīt go home though.
He has family trouble.
Jacqueline moved out again.
My god.
Stop it! Get up!
We go home.
Mum.
- Why are you here? - Get up, the cab is waiting!
Come on.
- Come. - Come on, Hans!
I know that the woman who can tolerate me, hasnīt been born yet.
But I beg you: Come into the world!
You know I got a lionīs heart.
I decided to dedicate the album to Carolina.
Iīll put it on the cover.
I canīt do without you two.
The big apartment is so cold and empty.
Heard that before.
Canīt remember how many times.
Jackie, Iīm a man of extremes,
I know Iīm a jerk to many people.
I do everything excessively.
But weīre family, baby.
Over thereīs our child.
Should she grow up without a father ... in Graz?
Even if sheīs got a loving father?
You werenīt loved enough in your life.
You lack something there.
You canīt deal with love.
When youīre hurt you donīt seek a human embrace,
you lock yourself into yourself and heal yourself with booze and drugs.
Iīll quit, youīll see.
Youīre insecure in every respect, you drink out of fear.
Youīre afraid of people.
Of failure.
If someone gives you love, youīll treat them like a dog.
You owe me one more chance.
One last cance.
You and me against the world.
You have judged us, you have judged me.
But our time has come, when a dream comes true.
Theyīre crazy about Falco here.
In the hotel a hundred cute Japanese girls wait for a photo and a signature.
At night they throw their panties at me.
Then Iīll come with you next time.
Any news at home?
Not that much. Papers say youīll receive the "Golden Bambi" along Paul McCartney.
True. The Germans have style.
True. Congratulations.
- I gotta go, Horst is there. - Okay, take care, bye. - Bye.
Horst, my friend. I hope itīs nothing to ruin my mood.
Iīm afraid it is.
American tour is cancelled.
Yes. The producer wonīt take the risk.
- No chart breaker since "Amadeus", no yellow press ... - Well, the pissers will have to do without me then.
Up in smoke.
Fuck them.
What is it?
Thereīs a request from Brigitte Nielsen, Sylvester Stallones ex-girlfriend ...
she wants to be a singer ...
the management asks you to record a song with her.
Are you crazy?
I didnīt want to get into the charts, I wanted to get in her panties.
14 days in Saint Tropez paid off.
Asshole!
The papers write what they want to.
Itīs a bad record, too.
Stupid drunk fuck!
You should know itīs nothing but PR.
I donīt know myself why Iīm in the yellow press.
You think Iīm stupid?
Iīm not that stupid.
Pull yourself together!
Fuck you!
You can as well die!
I ... didnīt want to. Iīm sorry.
Shit.
Stay.
First it was about Carolina. Everybody says she doesnīt look like me.
Then that Nielsen story from the papers.
Well, that wasnīt too smart.
I hit her in the face and she bled.
Are you crazy?
Iīm terribly sorry.
Jacqueline is great in bed ...
but other wise ... sheīs a bit simple.
Who am I talking to right now?
Falco or Hans?
Iīd prefer Hans.
- Come on ... - He doesnīt have to play the asshole all the time.
She keeps on nagging ...
I was back from Japan and she started again.
She nags about the drugs ...
Like you, Billy.
Youīre like a woman somehow.
Thatīs no joke, Hans.
You destroy yourself.
Look at you!
Youīre always drunk ... the glassy gaze.
- Come on. - Decide who you want to be!
It will pay off to fight to be Hans again.
You talk like Jackie again.
Iīll be going, Hans.
You should, too.
Get some sleep, go to Graz tomorrow and persuade her to come back again and again.
If youīre sober, call me, weīll do some workout.
Donīt be pissed off. Youīre really like a woman ...
Billy, wait!
You wonīt believe me, Jackie ...
I have dissapointed you too often...
youīre still there even if youīre long gone ...
I destroyed myself ...
an important part of me has been ripped off ...
my pain evokes my real feelings ...
I want to show you what you mean to me ...
Iīm sure now ...
that I love you ...
... I want to fight for your love ...
and for my beloved daughter Carolina Tanja ...
Iīm ready to give up everything for you ...
Iīm nowhere, but I have arrived ...
in the centre ...
the eye of the storm ...
Mother.
Your son got married.
What is it?
No congratulations?
Why didnīt you tell anybody?
We didnīt want any fuss. It was a quiet ceremony in Vegas.
You can imagine that I would have liked to be there?
Come on ...
It was just minutes ...
It was cold. The Americans and their air conditionings ...
Iīll play my new song, mother.
Youīll like it.
You, too, my dear.
Falcoīs under contract just in Austria?
Exactly.
Boring.
His times are over.
Letīs just listen.
Letīs see, Mr. Spiegel.
I just got the call, Iīm sorry.
The whole tour has been cancelled due to lack of sales.
All the gigs. Germany, Austria, all of them.
Itīs no use.
I know Iīm seen as arrogant because I donīt care for the rules.
And Iīll fight for that reputation.
Thatīs what you and I live off.
Thatīs not the point.
Tha album didnīt fulfill expectations.
Thatīs the point.
Itīs like "Junge Römer" after "Einzelhaft".
It didnīt sell immediately.
Keeping that pattern the next album will be a hit.
They mustnīt shit their pants.
Thatīs a weird theory ...
I canīt tell them that.
You can.
You forgot they paid you 40 million for your signature?
I think ...
we should have stayed with our American label.
They built us over there.
As soon as they saw me signing somewhere else they dropped me.
Itīs more complicated.
You wanted to switch.
It was your idea.
You told me weīd get more money.
And?
Whatīs your point?
Could it be they bribed you to persuade me to sign?
How much did you get?
Hans, I donīt take that serious ...
Why should I do such a thing? Iīm your manager?
Did you forget?
Shit.
I donīt care if you like my records.
Look at you!
No wonder you produce one bomb after the other.
You would have ruined the tour with your antics anyway.
Shut the fuck up.
Thatīs all you can say.
Next thing you drown in self pity and blame it on the bad, bad world.
You never understood me. I know.
How could you?
Your knowledge ends at the door through which I hope you leave now.
I will.
You must know one thing:
I wonīt return this time.
Never again.
Weīll talk about the child in court!
Jackie, wait! I want to ask you something.
Am I really Carolinaīs father?
Tell the truth.
What do you think of me?
A whore that uses a child for a fraud?
What will Carolina think if I tell her that?
You look fine.
Billy went jogging with me, I only drank water in 4 months.
That wasnīt bad.
Where did you go?
No one missed you.
Jackie, I told you on the phone, itīs about the divorce.
Thereīs many reasons why we didnīt work out ...
Iīm sure it was mainly me. However ...
Just a moment, Hans ...
you sound like a salesman.
Iīm not sorry. I donīt regret anything.
Youīre not an easy person ...
but I donīt want to miss our times together.
Not a second.
Me neither.
Iīll open an account for Carolina ...
Iīll pay you a monthly sum ...
I want to give you this, too.
Whatīs that?
Itīs a marriage contract, my lawyer wants you to sign.
Whatīs written there?
What i just said ... plus a statement of confidence.
You mustnīt talk about me and our marriage.
No interviews, no public statements.
Your silence is worth 4 millions to me.
You know what? Your lawyer should transfer the money to me.
Now take it back to Vienna.
I donīt want it like that.
Danube Island Festival
I left at midnight, he stayed.
He was late two hours for sound check.
He crawled over the stage, boozed up.
Heīs seriously drunk.
Maybe he took uppers,
that and the booze put him out.
Can he perform somehow?
Thereīs an audience of 100.000.
Youīre incredible.
Itīs raining cats and dogs but youīre still here.
Our footīs on the accelerator, we got fashion covered,
We donīt miss a trend, our outfit is up to date.
Now whistle!
Our sisters bought wild west style costumes yesterday,
They say theyīre comfy, also theyīre beautiful.
Sorrows? We donīt have any.
What a fashionable world view!
What a wonderful life. My life, your life, our life - high life spleen.
Say, isnīt it great?
So great.
I have to know. A big part of my life is just made up.
Tell me if this is genuine at least?
If this is really Hans Hölzelīs?
I donīt know, Hans.
It can be either of you.
We know she doesnīt look like you.
Letīs do a test, I have to know.
Is daddy here?
Did we wake you?
I donīt care. Will you stay?
Speaking.
Iīm not the father.
I see.
Is this the falconīs comeback?
Behind TMA we find no one less than Falco.
He shows a massive sign of life with "Mother, the man with the coke is here".
Itīs top 10 in Austria,
it will chart in Germany in weeks, days, hours, seconds ...
This is TMA feat. Falco with "Mother, the man with the coke is here".
The black gold turned white.
Just use a simple recipy ...
and coke turns into coal again.
["Koks": German for both "coal bricks" and "cocaine" (slang)] ["Kohle": German for both "coal" and "cash" (slang)]
Mother, the man with the coke is here. Yes, I know, my dear.
You got everything in Gars an artist needs.
Thatīs not the point, Billy.
I paid taxes in Austria for all of my life,
a fortune, which was okay,
but now itīs over.
Hans, Iīm not an expert in the biz, but will you be able to record in the jungle?
Why not?
I think youīre running away.
From your critics, from the press maybe.
They treated you badly.
In this case Iīd have left years ago.
You listen to the wrong people, Hans.
They pretend to care, but they donīt give a fuck.
And who is that?
You know that.
Look - in the Dominican Republic ...
youīre away from the world ...
away from big cities ...
Youīre wrong.
I can record over there. Come on.
Reconsider, please!
I sent my mother first. She liked it, so Iīm here.
- What do you say? - I like it.
- You have to like it. - I do.
Iīll change a few things, then itīs fine.
I told you on the phone ...
I think we should part ... businesswise ...
You donīt need an expensive manager right now.
Dude, tell it like it is.
My last album bombed years ago.
"Coke" was a short-lifed high, the company laughed the other demos off.
I donīt care.
Artist, producer, label, manager ...
Iīm the only one left in the cab.
I can still look in the mirror.
Iīm sure your time isnīt over.
Where would I be if I had listened to you?
But I didnīt.
You canīt fight fate.
Neither can you alter it.
Iīd have had less fun for sure.
I only live once ...
and how I live it once is enough.
I have a wish.
Stop drinking.
And the other stuff.
Will you stay for my 40th birthday?
Those who donīt get it now, will never.
The stars are different for us.
In falling and lying it is that weīre really living.
Dammit, weīre still alive. Still.
At Christmas Iīll fly home. We can meet in Vienna.
During midterm break you can come here.
If you want to ... and your mother agrees.
It will be snowing in Austria while weīre in the pool.
That would be great. Hopefully mum agrees.
- Iīll talk to her. - Shame we hardly see each other.
Weīll phone more often, okay?
Thatīs something.
Do you mind me calling you "daddy"?
No, but "Hans" is more suitable.
- As you like. - Youīre my daddy, Iīm proud of you.
Come on.
The important thing is to know who you are and what you want.
Also that we like each other.
I love you.
Do you remember when we played chess in the old apartment
and you threw all pieces around?
Sure. Mom was angry.
But you gave me chocolate.
Mum was angry at you.
I know.
And now?
What does she say about me?
Nothing really.
Not much.
She looks for you in the papers.
Really?
Yes. I always enjoy our talks.
Daddy ... Hans ...
We will talk again soon.
Sleep well in the Carribean.
Greetings to your mother.
I will.
- Bye. - Bye.
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child,
Holy Infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace
I canīt remember such a peaceful, joyful Christmas Eve.
True.
It was nice.
Billyīs parents are old now.
Theyīre nice people.
Billy wants to sell the business?
You gotta be able to finish things to start all over.
Like in a relationship.
Itīs really tough.
But it makes you strong and straight.
Heīs the undercover agent,
the private clubbing patient,
on an ego rearrangment mission,
all the girls believe that.
Anything to drink, Mr. Falco?
Whiskey, dearest.
You can leave the whole bottle.
Light years of luxury, in vain,
hard pulse in the stomach stays.
He knows, sheīll do ...
... it tonight,
and then sheīll be ...
captain of the night flight.
Maria Hölzel has been living in a Viennese old age home for some years.
Billy Filanowski works as a real estate agent.
Markus Spiegel is a music business advisor.
Horst Bork is still active as a manager.
Carolina-Tanja learned a profession in Graz.
Jacqueline A. never appeared in public again.
Falco was buried in a Honorary Tomb in Vienna on February 14th 1998, 5 days before his 41st birthday.
His estate was converted into the Falco Foundation.
I canīt get enough of you, youīre in every breath I take,
everything revolves around you, why was it me?
Iīm counting hours and seconds, time seems to stand still,
I tortured and twisted myself, let me go - what more do you want?
Do you want to count my days, why do you have to torture me with my desire?
Your hell burns in me, youīre the drink of survival to me,
Iīm torn apart, when will you come to kiss my wounds?
Do you hear the voice saying ...
Iīm ready, it is time for our pact on eternity,
Youīre close to me, I can feel you, Let me seduce you, kidnap you,
let me surrender to you one last time tonight,
Give me your hand, my life, announce the price,
Iīll give you yesterday, today, tomorrow, then the circle will close,
The point of no return, the white light closes in,
I want to surrender, do I have to die to live on?