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(Harmonic music)

(He cries.)

(He screams in frustration.)

(Sniff)

Grandpa, no admission for adults.

Well, I was lucky again.

(He sighs.)

What is the name of the young lady?

Camille.

Camille.

And, uh...

Does she like you too? - I do not know.

In any case, I would tell her that you like her.

The worst thing is not knowing what the other is feeling.

Does not matter. Tomorrow I'm going back to mom and dad.

Then I will never see her again.

You will be here again in the next vacation.

Then you'll see each other again. - She forgot me long ago.

You know, if you really like yourself...

so really, yes...

then nothing and nobody can separate you.

But you have to fight for it.

You can never give up.

Otherwise she'll really forget you.

Great. And what am I supposed to do now?

Yes...

I once knew one.

He had the same problem as you.

But he didn't give up.

Who? What did he do? - Yes...

Your old grandpa has to think about it.

that was ages ago

So...

What do we start with?

(Idyllic music)

Excuse me. Hi there. I'm looking for Alexander Hellwerg.

Set construction. House 301.

Tell the guy he owes me a little owl.

I know he's taking the freight entrance to avoid me!

(Atmospheric music)

(Voices)

(She rings the bell)

Sorry, house 301? - Straight ahead here.

(Man in command) left, left, left, left...

Hey, watch where you're going!

Well handsome man?

(Camel roars.)

(Mysterious music)

(Music swells.)

(Man) Attention! - (Loud Tuten)

(Man) calm please, we're shooting!

Running. - And please!

(Silence, you only hear his steps.)

(Loud bang)

(Tuten) - (babble of voices)

(laugh)

Boo! - Boo!

(Mysterious music)

(Wind whistles)

(Man) Thanks, out!

Welcome to the movie.

(sighs) Unfortunately I couldn't pick you up.

You see what's going on here. Come on, I'm in a hurry.

(laughs) Nice to see you. - Thank god I'm out of there.

You will like it here. We make eight films at the same time.

Also the new one with Beatrice Moräe.

Never heard. - Oh man.

(Soldier scolds Russian.)

The soldiers work as small actors.

Nice boys when they're sober.

Here we are.

(Bottles clink.)

You're thirsty with the film. - Come on, pack up!

(Horn)

(Soft music)

(Workshop noise)

(groans) This is Omega.

For the space film. Looks totally real later.

Now get to work!

What? - You’re about to start. Night shoot

I just got there.

Third house on the left. Department for Small Actors.

Just have to stand around. Just the thing for you.

Move out.

(Groan)

Ah!

(Dynamic heroic music)

Hey sweety! We read every wish from your eyes.

(laugh)

(Voices)

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I present the thief of the senses.

Mia Lorena!

(Admiring murmur)

(Flamenco music)

(Further passionate flamenco music)

(Cheering)

(Soft music)

Stop!

- Out! ' out!

(Murmurs)

I will say it again now!

I don't like the light at all!

We need more light!

(Director) We're doing another light test.

(French) Omar, I'm sorry.

The lighting is a disaster.

Ten minutes please, yes?

I need a double light for Omar. Fast!

You! Come over! You are light double, go.

Vite, vite, here on the mark.

We don't have forever. Come on. So.

Do you see that?

What is there? Hm?

Nothing!

But there should be something. Namely a headlight!

So that the black pirate is not completely in black!

So please!

(Murmur) - Well then.

So, let's go on.

OK. The two face each other

look deep into each other's eyes.

He tenderly strokes a strand of hair from her face.

And between the two

a magical moment arises.

(Soulful music)

And then he kisses her.

And so that I can see that

what do i need for this?

(Murmurs) - light, damn it!

Light!

Hey, tell me!

What are you doing here? - (Assistant) What are you doing?

I thought... you said the pirate...

The pirate, yes. Not you! You only stand for the light.

(French) How can you be so stupid?

Come on, get away with you. Away away! Get the idiot out of here!

The last thing I need is a small actor

who is too stupid to stand!

So, I need more light from this side.

(Neigh)

(Crowd) Oh!

Where is he? Where's that idiot?

I kill him! - (French) What's going on here?

Oh... - How long is this stupid dance scene?

I've been waiting in this uncomfortable dress for an hour!

(French) Sorry, Beatrice.

We have a little problem with the scenery, as you can see.

Then we can take my close-ups.

We don't need a backdrop for this.

Yes, you are absolutely right. - Naturally.

Set up on close-up.

Dance double can go.

Come on away. Set up on close-up.

Extinguish the fire. - (Assistant) delete!

(She groans softly.)

Snowy. Leave the car to fetch. I want to go to the hotel immediately.

Of course, madame.

(Serious music)

(Thunder)

(Fans, journalists) Madame Moräe!

(Beatrice) Milou, wait at the car!

(Man) Madame Moräe, please smile! - (woman) Madame Moräe!

(Sad music)

Werner, come over here, come!

Did you kiss Beatrice Moräe on the mouth?

Yes, I have to get to know her.

I invite them to dinner. - Half the world wants that, Emil.

You can never get to them again.

Alex, you don't understand that.

We had intensive eye contact this morning.

And then she smiled at you. - Not directly.

But she did that.

Madness. Love at first sight.

Keep laughing. You will see. - Don't shit.

You fly out on edge.

Oh yes. A little thing went wrong.

(Man) Mr. General Manager.

(Alex) Mr. General Manager...

A crazy mini actor has destroyed the outside backdrop.

Get to work immediately!

Rebuild everything. - Yes, Mr. Director General.

The outside backdrop destroyed?

(Alex) One day.

You are here for a day, Emil. A day.

Well...

We tried

Can't you get me a new job?

Please, Alex.

I have to stay here.

I do everything. No matter what.

But I have to see her again.

(Cheerful music)

He can take care of the geese.

They are stolen and eaten by the Russians.

Already missing six pieces.

Thank you. - Not for that.

Geese?

Please don't do anything stupid. Take good care of her.

When I come back, please, they're still alive.

(Impish music)

(Cheerful music)

(Soulful music)

(Emil) Beatrice?

(French) Who is that again?

I don't want to be disturbed! - (Emil) Madame...

Send him away! - I'm going to check, madame.

Bontour.

Madame.

Come on, come on. Je m'appelle...

What can I do for you?

Hm? -I wanted to apologize to you.

For him, that is... - Yes, that... the kiss.

Yeah right. - Mhm.

For half a kiss.

One half, your half of the kiss, was missing.

Sorry for the half kiss.

And on behalf of the entire film production industry

Welcome to the DEFA studios.

It is a great honor for us

to welcome such a world class world sarin.

(with accent) I've been here for two months. And I'm leaving tomorrow.

I...

Madame, before you leave tomorrow... - Quick question.

Is everything okay over there? - Yes of course.

And what is that? - Uh, peanuts.

Peanuts. - I love peanuts.

Speaking of food, um...

I would like to invite you to dinner before you leave.

Are you your geese? My set is full of feathers.

What? These are not mine. - Emil!

What are you doing with my geese

What's going on now?

I wanted to rest and now these vultures are running around here.

You should send people away and not talk around.

No use for anything! - Shut up!

My goodness!

A little respect please. Who do you think you are?

(Gloomy music)

Hm?

So, Mr. Beck, Mr. CEO Beck.

I'm sorry about the geese.

I neglected my duty of supervision negligently.

Negligent neglect. Tongue-twister.

And, Madame Moräe...

Everything i told you

I meant exactly that.

Every single word.

I'd rather die than shoot here again!

(Door slams.)

Never dare again

to put one foot on this site.

If I see your face once more

then I'll make your life hell.

Come on.

Ah...

Uh, sorry. - Yes?

Ah! - (Milou) Ren, run. Quick, run!

(Security guard) Stand still! Stop, damn it!

Out of the way!

Ah! - (Milou) sorry.

(She chuckles)

(Emil) Hm? - Hide yourself.

(Security guard) Where are they?

You must be out the back.

Hush!

(whispers) What's your name?

Milou.

And you?

Emil.

Hi there. - Hi there.

(Soft music)

(Security guard) There! Hey! Hey! There they are. Freeze!

Stop! Stop, I said!

(Cheeky-researched music)

Ups.

(quietly) Go. Below.

Hush!

(laughing) Come on.

So...

Time was not enough.

But you like peanut.

(He laughs.) - Sit down.

Alois...

I should have cleared up your misunderstanding earlier.

But I had to take revenge for the ruined dance scene.

I'm sorry.

Oh...

I'm afraid this film world is not for me.

Well, you wanted dinner with me.

Uh-huh.

Now you have one

Mmh, good vintage, right?

Bon Appetit. - Bon Appetit.

Hmm.

Hmm. - Good.

We should come here more often.

That was really delicious.

However, a toast was missing.

You should have said something romantic.

Oh, yes, I...

I'm not that romantic type. - no?

Rather hard and impenetrable.

And... a little superficial?

Why else do you want to eat with a woman you don't know about?

Because you only look at the outside. - You underestimate me.

Oh yes?

Yes, maybe I know you very well.

Maybe. But I don't trust you.

All right.

You are wrong here and you know that.

Yes. You are a professional dancer.

And a damn good one at that.

You saw some musical as a kid.

Since then you've been dreaming of a career on the big stages.

But you're too small for that.

You have for the shadow of Beatrice

given up your own dream.

You bend until you almost break.

That's why you cried in the car that day.

The fact that you are incredibly beautiful is irrelevant to me.

I interpret the silence so that I am not wrong.

I wonder if I tell you what I think about you

or whether it's too mean.

Tell me.

First, you're just as wrong here as I am.

Second, you know it too.

Third:

You don't know what you want to do with your life.

No soldier wears his uniform with less pride than you.

Why were you in the army Can't think of anything better?

It is obvious that the film world is not for you.

And yet you're here.

So the problem is the world out there.

You no longer wonder where your place is in

but whether it exists at all.

You know, I wonder

what is worse?

An unfulfilled dream...

or have no dream at all?

Well... it was actually pretty mean.

You didn't even include a small compliment.

I know.

(Car honks.) - No.

Unfortunately I have to go already. I'm so sorry.

How was the kiss

I can't really judge that.

Was only a half...

Kiss.

(Romantic music)

Was acceptable.

Now we are quits.

We are not. I still owe you a toast.

Tomorrow we fly back to Paris.

Was I right?

When I was five I saw “Mälodie de la jungle” for the first time.

Then the princess dances with elephants and I've been dreaming of it ever since.

That was the moment. Was I right too?

I'll tell you when you come to Hall 7 tomorrow morning.

I want to show you something. - (car honks.)

Are you coming?

Peut-ätre.

Peut-ätre.

(french) I'm sorry! - Attention.

I am late, I know.

It will never happen again.

Indeed it won't.

(You don't understand the men.)

You bluff - Ace of spades.

Huguenot, what does "peut-ätre" mean?

What are you doing here? - A beer?

Do you know - Maybe.

How? Do you know it or not - Peut-ötre maybe means.

Peut-ätre maybe means.

Are you telling me what you're doing here?

Dear brother, and if it is your last deed: I need you.

You all. It's about life and death!

Yes, not quite. Nearly. Are you there

(Exciting music)

(Soldiers whisper in Russian.)

Ey! - Posh!

Hush!

It is more than a small favor.

(Soldiers whisper in Russian.)

Merci.

Bontour. -Good Morning.

Where to go

After Babelsberg please. - To the DEFA?

(Milou) Exactly. - Kenn ick.

I've driven a lot of artists.

(Romantic music from the radio)

What... what's going on?

(Music ends.) - I don't know.

(Tense music)

Excuse me. - stay behind!

Turn around! - But I have to...

Back, otherwise I'll shoot. - You can...

Freeze! You're welcome. We have orders to shoot.

(Dramatic music)

(Taxi driver) Miss, come on!

Come back! Immediately!

(Radio) "RIAS Berlin, a free voice from the free world."

What's going on here? - "The same picture everywhere.

Barbed wire and People's Police.

It is said that the flow of refugees from east to west makes it necessary

cordon off the Soviet sector... "

I'll drive you back. - "That was RIAS Berlin."

(Sad music)

(He sniffs.)

Peut-ätre.

(Melancholic music)

(Man, English) "The People's Police have sealed off the Soviet sector."

Streets were torn open and cordoned off.

Don't pass on foot. You will be prevented from doing so by force of arms.

The police also protect the border in West Berlin.

It is impossible to get to East Berlin.

As a precaution, we advise you

to leave as soon as possible.

I want to leave before a war breaks out here!

No more flights today.

What is that crap This country makes me sick.

(Incomprehensible)

(Depressing music)

(Ms.) Mr. General Manager,

filming in all studios has come to a standstill.

No employee from the West has appeared

and many from the east either.

There are dramas going on.

What shall we do now? - That will make us stronger.

I trust our party's decisions.

We take stock of the workforce.

We will have to do without western staff and have to hire new staff.

(Tense music)

Good Morning. - Morning. Thank you.

The car is ready. - Go ahead.

Excuse me. Can I call Babelsberg again?

No chance. The lines are still dead.

(Beatrice) Milou! We drive.

Immediately! I don't wait a second longer for you

(Announcement) "... Flight 1406 to Paris.

This is the last call for flight number 1406 to Paris.

All passengers board gate 3.

Please proceed to gate 3. "

(Marsch-steps)

(Metallic scratching)

Long night, what?

Uh-huh.

The one that was in before doesn't come anymore.

Is this your office now?

Hm? - Is that your office now?

Uh-huh.

Be so good and tell me your name.

For the new shield.

(Emil) Uh, Karl...

Bo... miner.

We'll get it

(Russian, distorted) "Come on! Have good medicine for lovesickness!

(Emil) You are free, go!

(slap) Go, run! Don't be suppressed anymore!

Fly to freedom! Flies! "

(Melancholic music)

"This is your captain speaking.

We are now leaving GDR airspace.

You are now safe.

We'll be in Paris in about two hours. ”

where is everyone?

What do you think?

No idea. Everything was in vain anyway.

Milou didn't come.

Of course not. Nobody crosses the border.

What limit? - Are you kidding me?

Berlin is in a state of emergency. The east-west border is closed.

Barricades, barbed wire, soldiers.

They opened the streets. Nobody can get through that.

Yes of course.

Yes of course. That's it.

You couldn't cross the border.

Your hotel is in West Berlin. She couldn't get over there.

Don't you understand what's going on here?

But.

It didn't move me. Do you understand?

She definitely wanted to come. I knew something was wrong.

I knew it.

Naturally! She definitely wanted to come. I knew it.

The line is interrupted.

I have to go to her. - Emil!

You can no longer go to the west.

And she's been on her plane for a long time.

She is gone.

(Grandson) "Why didn't you call her on your cell phone?"

Well, why me?

Grandpa, I'm not stupid. You talk about yourself.

(Grandpa) Oh yes...

Why didn't you send her a WhatsApp?

There wasn't anything like that. - Awesome.

Did you go to paris

Oh you know,

I tried everything possible to see her again.

But then they have a wall three meters high

built between East and West Germany.

And now I was suddenly trapped in my own country.

Yes, it was completely hopeless.

Just like you and Camille.

What is that stupid story?

Not so quickly, young man. Let me finish talking.

Suddenly there was an unexpected turn.

All she said was "peut-ätre".

Maybe you are right

and I have to knock it out of my head.

Wait a moment.

(Menacing music)

Mr. General Manager, Mr. Prager. - May I?

(Exciting music)

(Prager and Beck are slowly getting closer.)

Can I help you?

Um ' "

This is the office of... - Mr. Karl Boborkmann.

And you are?

Albrecht, Rosemarie Albrecht. Secretary.

From Mr. Boborkmann. Yes.

But he's not there at all. I've only been here three days.

So I don't even know what he looks like.

It should be quite big. - Yes?

Yes, roughly the size.

Blond, blue eyes. - Aha.

Pretty slim, you could say. Quite young for his position.

He can be... incredibly charming.

You dear little.

Are you Mr. Boborkmann?

I am. - Oh...

I am very sorry. I did not know that.

I've only been here three days.

I thought you were probably shooting somewhere

and have to be on site. - Yes, I was there.

Absolutely urgent. Of course.

You will be happy to hear

that your office was renovated in your absence.

Come with me.

I took the liberty

Order you a new table and chair.

Yes, and here is your mail.

These scripts are eligible for production.

And there is also your new studio equipment.

Yes. Now I don't want to stop you any longer.

If you need anything, I'm just a push of a button away.

Could I have a coffee?

Of course, wait.

(She closes the door.)

(Exciting music)

Hello, Rosemarie? - "Uh-huh."

Let Mr. Hellwerg come from the backdrop.

It's urgent. He should hurry up.

"Immediately take care of it."

(Lively music)

So...

Yes, please.

(Emil, with a disguised voice) Your brother has devastated the scenery,

and you knew it.

Tell me, do you still have them all?

Alex, I have the idea of ​​seeing Milou again.

You can not be serious. Are you...

Your coffee. - Thanks, Rosi.

Can I say Rosi? - Of course, Mr. Boborkmann.

Not bad for a goose herder, huh?

What are you doing here?

Even as a Boborkmann you can't cross the border.

I don't want that at all. Milou comes to Babelsberg.

Aha. And how?

When Beatrice Moree makes a film here again.

And Karl Boborkmann will make a film that she cannot refuse.

Do you want to make a film? - Yes.

If someone finds out, you'll end up in jail.

Only Beck and Prager have me in the box. The rest don't know me at all.

I just avoid them.

We just have to convince the morale to make the film.

After that, the thing practically runs by itself.

Then Beck will have to approve production...

What kind of film is that supposed to be?

No matter. A very small one. Small effort.

Emil. - Trust me.

It will be a tiny, tiny one.

A movie. - Emil...

You know that I always help you. - Yes. Yes.

But that's the stupidest idea I've ever heard of.

You have no idea about the film and you want to risk everything

to see a girl you may not care

Karl Boborkmann doesn't exist. And that will remain so.

(Thoughtful music)

I know it sounds totally insane.

And I know that this plan is crazy.

But I have to see her again.

I've seen a lot in 40 years of film business.

But that's really the craziest, most idiotic...

and most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

I will help you with that.

(Makeup artist) "Beatrice's dream role is Cleopatra."

(Emil) "Cleopatra. Yes, Cleopatra is good. That's perfect."

What do we need? - A torsion bar.

Aha. - You can't do it alone.

We need the best. - People who don't run to Beck right away.

(Makeup artist) “The top people are good.

But we need trust, heart and passion. "

Are you there

“Helmut has been a camera assistant for 40 years.

He dreams of doing a camera himself. "

Perfect.

But I'm color blind.

Which colors? - Red Green.

No problem.

The film takes place in the desert. Everything is yellow anyway.

Welcome to the team, Helmut. - Thank you.

(Emil) Who else? - I have a few more people.

But don’t tell them you’re only doing it for a girl.

(Euphoric music)

(Voices)

Quiet! Quiet!

One after the other. - We need 1500 small actors.

A huge room with a gigantic throne.

Props like gold treasures.

And sumptuous costumes.

We need, we need columns, sculptures,

Busts and of course...

Pyramids.

(Everyone's talking confused.)

(Emil) Why are you helping me? - I'm going to retire next year.

One last adventure.

But the most important thing is

that we keep it absolutely secret.

The Kleopatra project must not leave this room.

We are going to make a big Cleopatra film soon.

Several sets, thousands of small actors, epochal battles.

It’s going to be the biggest movie ever.

I even know the director Boborkmann personally.

For real? - But... shit!

Secret.

Comrade Beck, why do we have to

experienced through this grease sheet of the class enemy?

Hm?

So be it.

We congratulate you on this great success.

That's exactly what we need now. A prestige project of socialism.

But you should have informed us.

(He clears his throat.) Yes, that, uh...

All of this was not yet under one roof.

I also don't know how that in the West...

Let them know that we are not idle.

And?

What is the current state of affairs?

Looks good. - What does that mean?

Does not sound good.

Are there any problems with the young talent?

"According to the information we have

is only 24 years old Karl Boborkmann

to direct this project.

He is considered an exceptional young talent in the zone. ”

Oh, yes, of course, Comrade Boborkmann.

My young talent.

A first-class product of local filmmaker training.

Mr. Prager, do you find Boborkmann and bring him here briefly?

(There is a knock.) - Mhm.

Sorry to bother you. Someone wants to speak to you there.

Mr. Boborkm...

Oh...

Mr. Boborkmann.

Comrades, Mr. Boborkmann would be there then. - Mmh!

Comrade director.

The young talent.

Mr. Boborkmann. Don't worry, step closer.

(Tense music)

Comrade Grothe.

The party is behind you.

Comrade Beck, say something about your pupil.

Yes, what should I say?

Diligence, discipline and talent

distinguish comrade Boborkmann.

But what I'm particularly excited about

is his ability to surprise me again and again.

Very good.

It's great that Beatrice Moree is the main character.

Screenwriter...

and director.

Respect, comrade Boborkmann.

The top priority is the smooth running of production.

Is this guaranteed?

Yes.

Yes. Yeah it's just hugely important

to realize the film with my torsion bar.

Naturally.

As long as the cameraman is not blind.

We are expecting the script tomorrow.

Comrade Beck.

Comrade Boborkmann.

(The door is closed.)

Ts...

Well, then I'm going to write a script.

(Tense music)

Shit, Emil.

This time you really rode yourselves in the shit!

Right.

No matter. Watch out. We type in parallel. Come on.

And write as often as you can: "Close-up: Cleopatra".

That is all Beatrice is looking for.

(Emil is slowly typing letter by letter.)

(Peppy music)

(Emil, enthusiastic) With huge ships!

Caesar is angry, very angry. It's good. It's good!

(Music overlays the conversation.)

I see a ship, a sunrise.

(Music overlays the conversation.)

And?

It's the biggest crap I've ever read.

"Cleopatra. From Karl Bobork... man. "

Boborkmann? - Mhm.

What a stupid name. - Totally stupid.

No matter. Read on. - So...

"The sun rises over the pyramids."

No, jump straight to my first scene.

"Close-up of Cleopatra." - Mmh!

(Ring) - (Beck) Madame Beatrice.

Before you say anything, let me...

The script is... - "The best ever.

I want the film and accept your apologies.

We'll see you on the set. A tout a l'heure. "

Of course, madame.

Incomprehensible.

"Cleopatra" has been approved. Ts!

They watch the production day and night.

Hellwerg will not survive the first day of shooting as a director.

Call Janssen.

He takes over the shooting as soon as Hellwerg is fired.

(Grandson) "I don't believe a word."

You just made it all up. - (Grandpa laughs.)

Maybe yes,

maybe no.

But it's a cool story.

Yes? Is that so?

Then I don't want to be like that.

Do you want to hear the rest of it too?

Did that work with Cleopatra?

(Grandpa) "Oh yes. more or less.

I had no idea what I had started there.

You know, make a film like that, that's...

a very complicated matter.

All the preparation alone.

It took months before the shoot finally started.

What was not clear to me at the time:

A lot can change during such a long time. "

(Soft music)

(You don't understand him.)

Madame morae,

on behalf of the general manager and the whole studio

my name is you and you, Monsieur Shalhou,

Welcome to the DEFA studios.

Ah merci! - Your car is ready.

Where have we met?

I know you. - No, I do not think so.

Ah...

(Melancholic music)

(Emil) "I should have forgotten her.

You were right.

This film idea was totally stupid. "

It is too late for this realization.

You have to make this film. - It makes no sense anyway.

The thing was doomed from the start.

Take care, little brother.

You go to the set now and finish it.

Roger that?

I'm sorry.

No, you don't let people down.

You don't let me down!

Beck is just waiting for you to fail.

And then you end up in prison.

Do you want it?

Come on.

There is your place

Should we take the 35's or 50's lens?

You decide. I blindly trust you there.

Blind.

Which one would you take - The.

Perfect. Me too.

(Magical music)

(Whisper)

(Click camera trigger.)

Is the position so good, sir... Boborkmann?

Excellent position.

Sound off! - (Tonmann) sound is running.

(Emil) camera off!

(Helmut) Shut up! - (Assistant) 48/1 the first.

Folding!

And please!

(Delicate music)

(Mysterious music)

stop!

(Music falls silent.)

Seen enough.

This dance scene makes no sense.

What? - Cleopatra doesn't have to dance

like a whore to seduce Caesar.

You can tell about looks and close-ups on Beatrice.

No, wait. - Is not it?

(with accent) Of course. He's right.

(whispers) What are you doing?

The dress is tasteless. - This is my dance! You...

No discussion.

The scene is important. We can not...

What can we not do?

(Tense music)

The...

I also see it that way.

We don't need the scene.

(Milou moves away.)

(quietly) stay away from him

(Depressing music)

End of shooting.

We'll continue shooting with Beatrice tomorrow.

A wrap!

(Melancholic music)

Hellwerg is totally overwhelmed.

Tomorrow is definitely over. Substitute director is ready.

Be sure. Tomorrow the coronation scene will be shot.

You know what to do. - Yes.

(Your steps echo across the room.)

There are rumors that you sleep in the scenes.

I had to see that with my own eyes.

You live in the film world because you have no place in the real one.

Do you think I'm stupid? I can see you

Ow!

What do you do? - Ever, Mr. Boborkmann!

Have you seen my friend Emil?

Waking me up is rude. - Don't say hello either.

You throw me. - You ignore me.

Are you angry that I didn't come back then?

Oh... nonsense.

You said "maybe" back then.

So I didn't assume you would come.

You wanted to show me something.

What was that?

I do not know anymore. No idea.

A lot has happened since then.

Yes, it looks like this. Much happend.

The last time you were a small actor with a house ban.

Now you are director Karl Boborkmann.

I was lucky and took my chance.

Artist name is part of it.

I am still unsure. Do you notice that?

Attention. There is film on it.

We didn't shoot the scene today.

That's true.

I wanted to continue shooting... - Dance scenes often fly out.

I'm used to it.

Yes, but that would have been something special.

At the finale of the dance it should rain rose petals.

I would have flipped the lever and...

Would have been nice. - Yes.

Was my favorite place.

We can still turn it.

Yes.

Just have to stand there.

Come on.

(She laughs.)

(with a French accent) Mademoiselle Lambert, on your position.

Or madame? I'm not sure.

Mademoiselle.

Yet.

Your position please.

I didn't know that you and Omar...

That you...

I'm happy for you. - Thank you.

Um... - I called here.

Caution. - They didn't know Emil.

It starts.

Emil... - Quiet please. Sound off.

Sound runs. - Emil...

Camera off. The camera...

running.

Cleopatra, dance scene the first. And please.

I think I should go.

(He turns the camera off.)

Yes, I should sleep too. Important day tomorrow.

I am happy for you. For everything here.

Maybe there is a place for you in the world.

Maybe he's here.

Peut-ätre.

I wanted to come back then.

(Magical music)

(Soft, melancholic music)

Is everything ready? Of course.

(Voices)

Are you closing my dress? - Yes, sure. It looks good on you.

(Beck) Boborkmann!

The comrades want to see the first material tonight.

Good succeed!

Yes, I'll be waiting for you in the cinema tonight.

Madame Beatrice, you look fantastic.

You are crowned Queen of Egypt today. Are you ready?

Very good.

Get the small actors.

Everything here must be full of Romans.

Helmut, my dear.

Start the mill.

We shoot.

Hey, Prague! Get your notebook out.

Today we make film history. - (He laughs maliciously.)

Small actors are ready.

Very good. Very good. Get ready to shoot.

There is only one problem.

(Gloomy music)

(Men slur something in Russian.)

There was something to celebrate yesterday. I didn't quite understand it.

(Laughter, laughter)

(Incomprehensible)

(Lallen, mumble)

(Voices)

Stop! - (clattering, laughing)

Film history...

(He orders something in Russian.)

(Grumbling and coughing)

Guys what's up

All good. Can turn.

Turn on the camera. We do something.

We shoot the coronation scene. We discussed that!

The guy, glasses there, said

don't turn today.

Should celebrate. But not a problem.

What should we crown?

Okay. Just stand at attention, yes?

Stand as tight as a tree.

We have to stop. - (whispers) That doesn't work.

Then we can throw everything away.

We shoot. (loudly) We shoot!

All in their position!

That can not be true.

(Emil) Sound off! - (Tonmann) sound is running.

Camera off! - (Helmut) camera is running.

And please!

(Fanfare signal)

(Festive music)

(Soldier whistles.)

(Snoring)

(Festive music)

That is ridiculous! How am I supposed to play like this?

(Exciting music)

What are you doing there? - This is an earthquake.

Keep shaking like this. It is an earthquake.

Earthquake. Earthquake!

Earthquake! Earthquake.

Earthquake! Earthquake! Here, earthquake!

You all have to wiggle. Earthquake! Earthquake! Earthquake!

This is an earthquake! Earthquake!

Earthquake! Earthquake! Throw dirt!

Throw dirt! Earthquake! Throw dirt! Throw dirt!

Come on! You heard him! This is an earthquake!

Throw anything! Come on!

Ah non!

(Dramatic music)

Throw dirt in the air!

(Dramatic music)

Earthquake! Earthquake!

Go away! Ah!

Earthquake! Earthquake!

OK. Yes.

Beatrice, an earthquake. Everyone is shaking. Participate!

There was no earthquake on the coronation of Cläopätre.

It is a movie!

Wiggle. Come on!

Ah!

Omar, put your arm around her. You have to protect them.

Ah... - Helmut! Helmut!

Helmut, close, close!

sew

Closer. Closer.

Hold me tight.

(Dramatic music)

Yes.

(Triumphant music)

(Soft, serious music)

(Incomprehensible)

(Beck) Good evening, comrades. - General Director Beck.

We are excited to see what Comrade Boborkmann has done so far.

Yes, me too.

Unfortunately, he arbitrarily moved away from what was discussed.

Let us surprise.

May I introduce you to the experienced director Janssen?

He will be there to advise us. - Yes, very pleased.

Yes, Comrade Boborkmann will surely follow.

After you. - Mr. Janssen.

Effects. Ridiculous.

What can I say?

Very good work. We didn't expect anything else.

The earthquake! The effects! You will be amazed.

An excellent director. You have a great future.

(Expectant music)

(Atmospheric music)

(Only music, you don't hear anything from the film.)

(Moving music)

(Soft, fairytale music)

(Emil) “Today I understood something.

It is not a question of whether this is real on the canvas.

It's about what you feel when you're in the cinema.

The feelings you have when you watch the film

they are real. "

And that is the most important.

The comrades...

The comrades saw the material today.

And you are...

Well, what can I say?

They are thrilled! - Ah!

Absolutely excited. It works.

It works! jubilant

Tomorrow it continues. - (woman) Great.

Let's make this movie! - Hooray! Yes!

(Song overlays the dialogues) “When the night has come

And the Iand is dark

And the moon ls the only light we'll see

No, I won't be afraid

Oh, I won't be afraid

Just as long as you stand stand by me

So darlin ', darlin'

Stand by me

Oh, stand by me

Oh, got up

Stand by me Stand by me

lf the sky that we look upon

Should tumble and fall

Or the mountains

Should crumble to the sea

I won't cry, I won't cry

No, I won't shed a tear

Just as long as you stand stand by me

And darlin ', darlin' Stand by me

Oh, stand by me

Oh, stood now

Stand by me

Stand by me "

(Further soulful music: "Stand by me" by Ben E. King)

Everyone look and smile!

Oh... earthquake! - Ah!

(Camera clicks)

(Milou laughs.)

No.

No, I missed my car.

Oh no. - Come on, I'm driving you.

You don't have a car.

With the thing?

Uh-huh. - No.

Uh-huh.

(Emil) I can also do this hands-free.

(Chug)

(Milou screeches.) - (Emil laughs heartily.)

So, exactly, horizontally. Keep the balance.

Don't worry, I'm there. - Mhm.

Oh! 'Üje.

Better look ahead.

Straight. - I want to show you something.

Do not Scare. Ready?

(Magical sounds)

(Squeak)

What's this? - No idea.

Shit, fuel is all.

Then...

do we walk.

Come over.

(Thunder)

It's always so dark here.

(laughs) It's night. Of course it's dark.

No, generally.

Too little light, too few people.

At home everything would be full of colorful lamps

music everywhere, lots of people.

How is it in Paris? Tell me about it.

Oh, I love Paris. You would like it that way.

My father always said, "When God is bored,

then he opens the windows and looks at Paris. "

It is true. You're outside, dancing, singing, just...

Free. - Yes, free.

That sounds wonderful.

Who knows? Maybe one day I'll get there.

(Violent thunder)

Come over!

(She laughs.)

Oh God. Oh...

Keep talking. How are people there

Warmly. Open somehow.

You... you laugh a lot.

You talk loud and confused.

You look into your eyes more.

One... touches more.

(Gloomy music)

Security check. IDs please.

What is it about? - You should identify yourself.

Yes / Yes. Yes of course.

Here, please.

Are you French? - Yes.

You stop here and behave calmly.

(whispers) What's this about? We did nothing.

Quiet!

Why do you have documents with different names?

ID card Emil Hellwerg and an ID card

of the Babelsberg film studio in the name of Karl Boborkmann.

Yes, that...

Reply! - Yes, the Boborkmann...

Hands on the back.

.What? 'Come on!

How come? He didn't do anything wrong.

(Policeman) rest now!

Shall we take you with us? - How so?

Emil! Let go! - (Emil) Leave her alone!

No! No! Emil! Stop it!

He didn't do anything! - Everything is good!

Emil!

(Emil groans.)

It will be alright. - Emil...

What should I do?

Emil!

(She closes the door.)

Milou...

Open up briefly. Milou. - I'm just changing my clothes.

I have waited. Where have you been?

The photo took longer. I'm so sorry.

Stop avoiding me! Do you think I'm stupid?

Where have you been?

You were with him

Now hang around with him at night.

I knew it.

I saw it coming, but I thought to myself:

"No, she's not going to be impressed by a wannabe director."

It's not like that. It's not like that.

How is it then?

(She sniffs.) - I see.

Do you want to leave me now

Giving up your life in France for a flirt?

Exchange a safe, good life

against one with someone you don't even know?

In a country like a prison?

People are shot on the border!

I will not let you throw your life away.

You come to Paris with me.

Roger that?

In there!

(The door is locked.)

(Fairytale sounds)

(Heavy music)

(He cries.)

(Beck) I ask for your attention.

As some may already know

director Boborkmann can probably no longer continue his work on this film.

So now I want to give you your new director

Introduce Comrade Janssen.

He will bring the shoot to a successful conclusion.

Let him know what is going on

and get back to work as soon as possible.

Yes, good day.

First of all, I would have to speak to all of the plant managers.

I will make some changes.

Yes, here for example Christa, makeup artist.

You know that. - Naturally.

I have some comments about Madame Moräes mask.

But I think that can wait a while.

Hi there? Christa?

Are you listening to me

(Sad music)

(Beck) Christa?

Mr. Janssen. - Helmut.

I'm sorry.

(Beck) Come back immediately!

Egg, egg, egg.

Be careful what you do now.

That will have consequences.

It will all cost you your job.

Whoever goes now will not come back.

Have you gone crazy Hellwerg, damn it!

(Moving music)

How are you going to explain that to the comrades?

(Man) Is there Hellwerg in there? - Yes, he's being relocated.

(Man) open the door!

Comrade General Director, is that the man?

Complete the film. And don't screw it up.

(Moving music)

(Voices)

(Man) Look who's there. -(They laugh.)

(both) Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray!

Alex.

Where's Milou?

(Soulful string music)

(Serious music)

This is a piece for our film.

(Soulful music)

(Serious music)

Do not go.

Don't go back to Paris.

That's not that easy.

I have a life

With him?

With him. In Paris.

He only lives in the right place. - You don't know him at all.

You only guessed right a couple of times with me.

Should I guess again? - If it has to be.

You're just with him for a bit of security.

Or? - And what is the alternative?

A life that consists of impulsive decisions?

Do what you can think of. Like with this film.

A double life as a director with one foot in prison.

You talk yourself into this ring on your finger

that life is more than love

and as dreams.

You know exactly like me that only these two things really count!

But you'd better throw your dream away for him.

For a bit of security.

You have no idea.

You have had your dream for a few weeks.

I fought for mine.

For 15 years until my feet bled.

And you tell me that I want a little security?

What do you want?

We have known each other for 6 weeks! - No, for a year.

And since then I've been waiting for you here.

You're waiting?

You didn't even know that we'll see each other again.

It's just a coincidence that I'm here.

And now should I give up everything for you?

I'm so sorry.

You're right.

(She cries.)

Alex, schedule change for tomorrow.

I need everything on it.

What are you talking about? Why?

How are we supposed to get it all?

We're going to do the dance scene tomorrow. Really big.

Moment. Stop short. That is too short-term.

Why? The choreo stands.

The backdrop is there. Everyone knows the scene.

We only enlarge the scene.

So she won't stay here.

I know.

(Alex sighs.)

I made a film for a dancer.

I won't let her go without getting her dance.

(Milou cries softly.)

Excuse me, Miss Lambert.

Change of schedule for tomorrow.

(Tense music)

You won't dance this scene.

(He slams the door.)

(Gloomy music)

(Brakes squeak.)

If you keep her here, you will destroy her life.

Stop!

You have nothing to offer her in this walled-in country!

(Alex) Stop now!

(Sad music)

(Door opens.) - (man) See you tomorrow.

(Melancholic music)

(More melancholic music)

(Voices)

(Women laugh)

Ah!

(Man) Listen every time.

You go into the mask and in 15 minutes it will be rehearsal.

Charles! What's this?

Change of schedule for today, I assume.

Yes / Yes. But what about my scene?

It flies out. - This has not been agreed.

With all due respect, it's not up to you.

You are great and it has been an honor to work with you.

But I didn't write this film for you.

(Milou) Thanks for... the scene.

Emil...

The last few weeks have been the most beautiful of my life.

But today after the shoot

Omar and Beatrice fly back to Paris and...

...I...

will sit on this plane.

I can't stay here. I'm so sorry.

And...

you have to find a replacement for me.

I can not dance. I can not.

I know that...

It would be completely insane to stay here.

I know. But you have to dance.

Milou, you have to dance. Not for me, for...

You have to dance for yourself!

I'm only here to pick up Beatrice's things.

(She moves away.)

(Heavy music)

Well here we are.

I still cannot believe that I can dance today.

Hopefully the dress fits. This is so beautiful. -Yes.

The director is really cute. - Knock it out of your head.

How so?

Married?

Worse.

Madly in love. - In whom?

(Christa) Into the French dancer.

Beatrice 'Double?

She's engaged to Omar. - Yes, that's the drama.

She was here last year.

Then he fell in love.

The day the border was closed

they were arranged here.

He had built a backdrop for her all night.

A motif from her favorite film.

He wanted to surprise her.

But she never came.

She was in a hotel in West Berlin

and just didn't cross the border.

Oh no. - But it gets thicker.

Boborkmann is not Boborkmann.

He is not a director at all.

He was a small actor.

He had no way of seeing her again.

No address, nothing at all.

He even wanted to run across the border.

But then he had a better idea.

He stole an office here in the studio under a false name.

(Dancer) No!

(Christa) He fooled the administration into thinking he was the production manager.

And now it comes!

He and his brother wrote the script and made this film

only to bring Beatrice back to Babelsberg.

(Dancer) Because then also her double comes.

(Christa) Exactly. Can you imagine that?

This whole film is only there

because a small actor fell in love with a dance double.

Yes.

(Exciting music)

(She takes a deep breath.)

(Incomprehensible)

(Soulful music)

Milou.

Um... please go to your position.

(Emil) Sound off! - Sound is running.

Camera off! - camera is running.

Music!

Let's fly!

And please!

(Mysterious music)

(Powerful, mystical music)

(Softer music)

Just let the camera run.

(Melancholic music)

(Booming footsteps)

(Romantic-melancholic music)

(Fulminant music)

(Music swells.)

(Grandiose finale)

(Cheers, applause)

Bravo!

Bravo!

(Cheers) - Bravo!

Bravo!

(Melancholic music)

(You only hear Milou's breath and melancholy music.)

(Melancholic music)

(You don't hear people.)

(Tense music)

(Melancholic music)

You danced wonderfully.

I shouldn't have stopped you.

(Grenzer) The ID cards.

Everything OK. continue.

Milou! Milou!

(Passionate music)

(Sniff)

(Sad music)

(The door opens.)

(He breathes heavily.)

(She sighs)

(Soft music)

(Moving music)

She showed you the stink finger again?

Yes.

Grandma has always been a very cheeky.

Hm? Granny?

What is your grandma's first name?

Well, grandma.

Your granny...

means with first name...

Milou.

(Grandson) I need to talk to grandma! - Wait wait.

You can do that later.

I think you have something more important now, don't you?

Right.

(Soulful music)

(Impressive music)

(Music: "See you again" by Helene Fischer)

(soft music)

(dynamic music)

(Music: "Je suis touchä d'amour" by Cassandra Steen)

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