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How are your daughters?

PREVIOUSLY...

Helga is doing well.
She's a hard worker.

- And Evi is a famous gallerist.
- And our daughter?

I write songs.
Lyrics and score.

Yeah!

If Germany's going to be in the
Grand Prix, we need something special.

You want something special.
This is it.

I'm pregnant.

- Who is he?
- That's Mr. Cortez.

He's our Latin dance instructor.

- So this was your plan.
- Sure, Mother.

This was exactly our plan.

To us!

Mother will be fine. She's tough.

It's nature's way. If the embryo
is defective, it doesn't implant itself.

- I lost the baby.
- Because I'm defective.

Come here, you dirty homo!
Get on the ground!

I'm here about my son, Peer.

"A man who has intercourse
with another man

"is to be punished with incarceration."

- These Jews.
- They still haven't drained the swamp.

Get out!

That was him.
He beat me into a coma.

- I deeply regret what I did.
- I have a tape. It has everything on it.

Armando. You're still here?

Joachim,
you went out and didn't come back.

Joachim?

KU'DAMM 63
PART 2

BASED ON A CONCEPT
BY ANNETTE HESS

Let's go! Get out of here! Quick!

This way, Mrs. Franck.

I'm glad you're here. He's been holed up
in the archives room all night.

He doesn't answer when I speak to him.

What are you doing here?

I'm working.

You didn't come home!
You didn't even call!

Joachim, I'm worried about you.
What's going on with you?

I'm going to return
to my place on the board.

There.

Suicide in Custody
Homosexual Hangs Himself In Cell

So, Joachim,
did you change your mind?

You won't brush me off this time.
Here's 100 marks.

That should be enough for the likes
of you. Get out of the way.

- Jürgen, you're hurting me.
- I've got a right like all the rest.

- More so, as your husband. And...
- Jürgen!

"You're a whore."

"As your husband,
it's my duty to discipline you."

- I was desperate, Caterina.
- Save your excuses.

- Can I offer you a drink?
- You will divorce her.

And you'll take the blame for it.

You'll say that you were cruel to her

and that you didn't fulfill
your duties as a husband.

I love Eva.

- Oh, please.
- She's all I've got.

You belong in jail, Jürgen, or better, on
the gallows, if that were still allowed.

I have the tape.

And why aren't you pressing charges?

Because after you divorce Eva,

you're going to agree to generously
provide for her for the rest of her life.

I understand.

You're scared the tabloids
will call your daughter a whore.

That you, her mother...

Or, you'll offer her
a one-off settlement.

I guess neither of us
comes off looking our best here?

The choice is yours.

Freddy?

Joachim disappeared,

and I didn't know where he was.
Know where I found him?

Probably in a brothel.
You're not getting any younger.

At the factory.

He said he wants to go back to
the company. He can't just do that!

Freddy, I'm really scared...

Monika love,
you're not scared of anything.

Sure, but he seemed so set on it.

You women like men
who are set on what they want.

Who did this, Freddy?

Probably men
who were set on what they wanted.

- Did you call the cops?
- Vandalism, they said. It happens.

Vandalism?
And what happened to your eye?

Who cares? I have another one.

- I'll help you.
- Leave it.

I said, leave it!

- This is my problem, not yours.
- Freddy...

Monika, you have to stop
sticking your nose in everything.

Go home... and talk to your husband.

It won't hurt.

All of this... has nothing to do with you.

This is all mine.

This is my bar, my swastika...

and my life!

To the Führer!

The course is every Tuesday at 6 PM,

but I'd recommend
not waiting too long to sign up.

He's a hot-ticket item.

Yes.

His ticket's a little too hot,
if you ask me.

Alternatively,
we could offer Thursday at 4 PM.

Unfortunately, Friday is fully-booked.

Eva?

Where is it? Where is the tape?

- What did you do with it?
- I took things into my own hands, Eva.

- You had no right to do that.
- It was my duty.

He kicked me out!

Good. A little dramatic,
but he did the right thing.

We're talking about my life here.

Eva, your life
has gotten a little out of control.

I'm going to sort everything out for you.

No, you're destroying what I've worked
for over the past three years!

Blackmailing a man
is nothing to be proud of, Eva!

God. Stop it.
I learned all this from you!

"A woman
shouldn't let people walk all over her!"

The one has nothing to do
with the other.

Nothing!

You'll always have a home here, Eva.
You know that.

You'd like that...

for me to come crawling back here
so you feel better!

- All I want is for you to be happy.
- That's just what you can't stand.

- You want to be in control!
- Control... is responsibility.

We'll find you a new husband,
one who will treat you much better.

Give me the tape!

I'll never set foot in this house again.

Do you have to make the beds right now?

- Do you want to do it?
- Please, can we sit at the table?

I can do two things at once.

This isn't going to turn into
a fundamental discussion though, is it?

Yes, it is. I think the question of why
I had to call the factory to find out

where my husband was
is absolutely fundamental!

Monika, I was researching,
I was working.

I was watching old films.
I was thinking about my father...

I'd forgotten so many things
about my childhood.

Joachim, you forgot about me!

I just... lost track of time.

There are so many files,

it's easy to get lost
in things you find engaging...

like you do with music.

You always said
you were done with your father.

That was a dumb wish.

It's not that simple.

You can't ever move on
from things like that.

Look at you and your mother.

At least you still have her.

"I'm going back to Franck Factory."
How am I to understand that?

Please.

I'm thinking about it, yes.

I'm not a writer.

Joachim, you have writer's block.
It's not the end of the world.

Do you think my lyrics
just come to me in my dreams?

I'm no Musil,
even though you wish I was.

But there are a thousand other things
you could do.

- And you're going back to munitions?
- Not all munitions are the same.

You can stockpile strategic weapons
that never get used,

but that uphold political harmony.

A wall has divided this country for
two years, one side against the other!

You sound like a fat, old, bald man.
Listen to yourself!

If you'd read one single article I've
written, you wouldn't be so surprised.

Weapons are weapons.

What an intelligent observation.

I'm sure your father
would be proud of you. Great!

"A weapon... is a weapon... is a weapon."
Make that into a song!

Evi.

- Can I stay here, Nika?
- Of course, come in.

What happened?

- I'll make you a bed on the couch.
- Perfect.

I'll sleep on the couch.

- Good idea.
- Hello, Eva.

Have I come at a bad time?

- No.
- No.

Come on.

This way, okay?

I had him in the palm of my hand.
I could do whatever I wanted.

Nika.

What's the matter?

I feel like I barely know him.

What he's thinking...

what annoys him...

his dreams...

I was mean.

I should have listened to him first.

But he was mean too.

Sometimes,
when we used to fight, he'd say,

"Let's go away somewhere."

Then we'd go to the sea.

After that, it was all okay again,
but this time...

Nika...

It's like old times.

We spent night after night
dreaming of our future husbands.

- Men were all we talked about.
- Yes, that's where we went wrong.

What are you doing?

This has to go.

No, we're keeping it.

I want everyone
who comes here to stomp on it.

Freddy...

I hate what happened too.
It was awful...

but we're opening in a couple of hours.

We're not clearing up their filth.

We have to paint over it.
People will want to dance.

We're keeping it.

I'm gonna tickle you! You're not ticklish?

I think you are!
Does it tickle right here? Or here?

So, I'd better get going.

- Can Aunt Eva stay longer?
- Of course, as long as she wants.

Well, then Aunt Eva will stay! Okay?

- Bye, Nika.
- Bye.

- What's going on?
- We're clearing the place out.

No, no, no, put that back up.
Put that back up on the wall!

- Are you serious? This is my gallery.
- The rental contract is in my name.

We'll send the art back to the artists,
and I'll look for a new tenant.

Carry on, please.

No. No, you're not going to do that.
All this here is mine.

I built this place. Me!

- Eva, let's be objective here.
- Objective?

Okay. Okay, let's be objective.
Put my name on the rental contract.

I'll just... I'll keep the gallery
running. You can stay involved.

Eva, let's be realistic. Art is a nice
little hobby for a wealthy woman.

That's all in the past now. I went to the
bank today and closed your account.

This will keep you going for now,
then you'll have to provide for yourself.

I don't need your money.
I don't need you!

I wish you well.

My lawyer will deal with the rest.

You know, Jürgen...

not having you near me...

your smell, your voice,

your face...

that's worth more than money can buy.

LORE LAY FOR GERMANY

HANNELORE SEARCHES
FOR GRAND PRIX SONG

Monika.

We must invite this Hannelore Lay
to dinner.

Helga will cook. You tell Evi.

Mother,
you'll have to organize it yourself.

I'm looking forward
to embarking on this new project.

To a successful collaboration.

- Thank you.
- It's my pleasure.

Thank you very much.
I'm delighted too.

BERLIN CHIEF OF POLICE REPORT
SCHREYER, PEER

CHARGED WITH PERFORMING
SEXUAL ACTS WITH A MAN.

Freddy, damn it,
how often do I have to say it?

London is awesome.
It's full of energy and excitement, okay?

The people in Soho are just like you:
full of grit and full of life.

What's keeping you here?

My club...

my kid...

a woman.

Your woman is married to another man.

Your daughter doesn't live with you,
and Richie can run this crummy place.

And?
Did you bring it?

Look after yourself, man.

Good luck.

Catch up with me there.
There's enough work to go around.

Bye-bye, Bobby.

Bye-bye.

Exceptional.

It's a pleasure to get to know you all.

The song your daughter wrote
is so beautiful.

She has so much talent.
She shouldn't waste it.

Yes, I know.

You could say that talent runs
in the family. I used to...

be quite successful as a dancer.

Ballroom dance.

Mother won
the European championship with Father.

That was a long time ago, Helga, dear.

Well, those weren't easy times.
Three small children...

my husband drafted into that terrible war.

Where exactly were you in America?

- In New York?
- Los Angeles, mostly.

- Wonderful.
- The Californian sun...

I understand why you'd swap
the cold German winter for that.

I didn't leave Germany
because of the weather.

- So, why did you?
- Wolfgang.

- For love?
- Wolfgang.

No.
For political reasons.

There's dessert. Peach Melba.

Back then, I was rather sad...

when you left.

A lot of people were leaving
in those days.

Or they were forced out.

There's even whipped cream.
We can forget our waistlines today...

though we Schöllack women
are naturally slim, right, Mother?

Well, thank God
you weren't kicked out, Ms. Lay.

Surely it was a good career move for you.

America,
the land of endless possibilities.

I didn't want to sing for Goebbels.

No.

You preferred singing for the Allies.

Nobody with a spark of decency
could have stayed in Germany.

I see... Decency.

Sure. Easy for you to say, right?
No responsibilities, no children...

Yes. You could go
wherever the wind took you.

And then you could just soak up the sun
with a guilt-free conscience.

"Soaking up the sun"?

Is that what you call
having to leave your homeland?

Well, I can assure you, Ms. Lay,

that our homeland
wasn't particularly pleasant back then.

Crying children,
women and mothers in bomb shelters...

That was our reality.

Nika, when will we get to hear
your song?

Soon! Soon.

- We're doing a press show soon.
- Great.

Sometimes, when you've made your bed,
you have to lie in it.

I didn't make that bed, Ms. Lay.

Do you know how Berlin looked after
the war? Did you see it? Wait, you did.

You were here, I remember.

You were paraded through Berlin
in an open-top American Jeep,

while we were shoveling
through the rubble.

Mother.

And now you come here and expect
the whole country to cheer for you?

- I'll go get dessert.
- It's embarrassing.

I was hoping the Germans had changed.
Clearly, they haven't.

Thank you, Helga,
but I'll skip the Peach Melba tonight.

Ms. Lay...

Ms. Lay...

Hannelore, wait! I...

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

You don't get to choose your family,

but it's your family
that makes you who you are.

What's wrong with you?

You can't even pull yourself together
for a family dinner!

Nika, can you take care of Mother?

Can I do anything for you?

That woman isn't to be trusted, Monika.

There's something wrong with her.
She has no backbone.

I'd advise you
to break off contact with her immediately.

I'm not going to do that, Mother.

You have to stop
sticking your nose in everything.

- He was never really a good fit for you.
- Of course he wasn't.

- Ready?
- Yes.

Three, two, one, go!

And what are you doing
with this new-found freedom?

Living. Living until I die.

- Sounds promising.
- Yes. And you?

Am I free?

Of course you're free. You're a man.

So, what are you doing
with your freedom?

I'm destroying everything.
You've seen for yourself.

Then that's what I'll do too,
before something destroys me.

That's dangerous.

Yes.

Ready?

Three, two, one, go!

I don't understand you.

You sat there all night not saying a word,

then suddenly you came out
with that ridiculous question.

"For love?"

A young man killed himself
in custody recently.

The day before he did it,
I'd pressed charges against him.

I'm very sorry.

What was he being charged with?

Intercourse with another man.

- That law isn't right.
- You don't make the laws.

You just apply them.
That's your job, as District Attorney.

And it's the prison guards' jobs to stop
the inmates from taking their lives.

- You had a head start!
- No, you were too slow!

Let's start over...

- You were too slow...
- Nika.

Want to join?
You can have the yellow one.

Hello, Monika.

How was your evening?

I'm tired.

Me too.

- Goodnight, Joachim.
- Night.

I'm going to look for a job tomorrow,
and a room somewhere.

- Evi, stay here.
- Nika, this is your marital bed.

You two need to talk.

Come at me!

I'm looking for serious employment.
Art was just one of my hobbies.

You don't want to work
on your husband's ward?

No. I think... He... We...
We think it's better to work separately.

It's better not to mix
our professional and private lives.

- Does the Professor know you're here?
- Yes. Yes, yes, yes... of course.

- Well, Mrs. Fassbender...
- Maybe just "Eva" would be better.

As a formality,
I'll have to call your husband.

I assume that's not a problem?

Yes...

I see.

Well, my dear Jürgen,
I hope to see you soon.

So you're getting divorced?

- He said that?
- Loud and clear.

I like that about him.

You're a very attractive woman...

Eva.

What else did he say?

That I should definitely offer you a job.

I hope you're not going to turn the heads
of all our doctors.

No. No, no,
that's not what I want, really.

Welcome, Nurse Eva.

Thank you.

Want to throw out
my Christmas present too?

I mean, you could use it as a sketchbook,
to draw diagrams of weapons.

Joachim.

I'm trying to understand you.

But I just can't.

Maybe that's just it.

At the factory,
I suddenly felt at home, safe.

And you don't feel that way here,
with me and Dorli?

- Never?
- No, of course I do.

I just lost...

just lost that feeling.

- Lost.
- Monika...

You lost that feeling?

- Monika, please.
- No!

It's just...

faded.

Maybe I'll realize straight away
that this was a big mistake.

But, Monika,
you have to let me try this out.

There's a company apartment that's free.

Please, don't go!

Please!

I still have to check in on Mother.

Yes.

But you...
you don't need to wait up for me.

Go to bed, okay?

Yes.

Well, then...

see you tomorrow, Wolfgang. Goodnight.

LADIES' GOLD: HERBAL TONIC

Oh, no, no, no...

What's wrong?

These are from my bisnonno,

my father's father's father.

- They're beautiful.
- You're beautiful.

Why did nobody tell me
it could be this good?

What about your husband?

What about him?

I know marriages can lose their spark,
but...

at the beginning, you two...

- He can't do it.
- He's sick?

Yes.

No, he...

He likes men.

Now you know.
He likes men, not women.

He's...

homosexual?

Yes.

He's tried everything.

He...

went to a doctor,
and now he has it under control.

Love...

isn't designed to be controllable.

I know.

Don't you miss your family in Argentina,
your homeland?

I have to tell you something.

Already?

My last name is Cortese.

My family is from Genoa,
and I'm Italian, not Argentinean.

So why did you lie?

Because... It's easier to get a job
teaching tango as an Argentinean.

I see.

I don't really care where you come from.

As long as I'm a fiery foreigner?

Exactly.

Hello, Mother.

What did you get up to here?

Mother...

Mother?

Mother!

- Is this a bad joke?
- Certainly not, Attorney General.

I just wanted to explain my
decision fully. Apologies for the length.

I don't think I'm well-suited to the...
honorable duties you assigned to me.

- My mental state...
- Von Boost, von Boost.

We lose too many capable employees
to Bonn. We can't do without you here.

You do your job well.
If you carry on this way...

maybe, one day,
you'll even be sitting in this chair.

And you want to give all that up,
just because one little...

pederast hung himself?

Think about your family.
This is madness.

Von Boost, these things happen. They're
not within your control. That's how it is.

- I can't accept your resignation.
- I'm homosexual.

It's true.

- I'm attracted to men...
- Stop talking.

- And I've committed crimes myself...
- I told you to stop talking!

Take a week of vacation. I'll expect
you back at your desk afterwards.

Now get out.

Get out of here, damn it!

And von Boost?

You will never repeat what you just said
to anybody outside of this room.

Never, to anybody.

Do you understand me?

Good.

The injection will reduce the swelling.

It seems that the metal brace
caused a reaction, Mrs Schöllack,

making your spinal disc suddenly
swell up and press on the nerve.

- Is it serious?
- Be patient and rest.

- All the best.
- Thank you.

I'll see you out.

I just wanted to dance a little.

Mother.

I know.

Mr. Gatow,
shouldn't you be in bed?

Let's see, maybe you'll have more
of an appetite today.

There's barley soup, potatoes, and...

- Are you alright?
- Yes.

Look over here. Look at me.

You need this.

It's your line of work, after all.
Look at me.

- Ms. Lay, how do you like Germany?
- It's my home.

- And Berlin?
- A wonderful city.

- What do you think of Willy Brandt?
- I prefer Kennedy.

- Is it true you had an affair with him?
- Will you meet him here in Berlin?

What do you think
about the fact that bars in Berlin

are still being sprayed with swastikas?

- Sorry, I didn't catch that.
- Dude, that's old news.

- Do you have an apartment in Berlin yet?
- Yes, of course I do.

Do you think you'll be chosen
to sing at Eurovision?

Definitely. I can't wait for Copenhagen!

- And the song?
- It's about a strong woman.

A modern woman.
A woman who's ready

to leave everything behind her
and start afresh again and again,

just like me!

And where did you find the song? You
held a song-writing competition, right?

Yes. There were lots of entries,

but all the songs were by men.
None of them won me over.

In the end, I realized that, as a woman,
you have to find your own voice.

- So you wrote the song yourself?
- Of course I did!

A strong woman
does everything for herself.

Come on, boys. You must notice that
every time you go home to your wives.

You're welcome. Freddy?
Get a round of drinks for everyone!

- Thank you, Ms. Lay.
- My pleasure.

I'm dying for a vodka gimlet.

- Coming right up.
- Great.

Hannelore, it's my song. I wrote it!

Yes, well, you wouldn't have
written it without me.

I'm going to change
a few lines and bars.

But I wrote it!

Why did you say you did?

Monika, darling,
this is the better story.

Hannelore Lay
is back with her own song.

You're young.
You'll write other songs.

Freddy? My vodka gimlet?

The bar is closed for the day.

Is that so?

That's life.

Have it your way.
Come on, boys. Let's go!

- Ready?
- Yes.

Ms. Lay,
can I ask you one more question?

If I got a Deutschmark every time
that happened, I'd be rich.

Don't be so uptight.

Well, the professor's wife
isn't used to this.

Right.

You can't just put up with that.

Listen, sweetie, I know who you are
and what you used to do.

My brother-in-law is a cop.
The professor's wife!

The professor's pretty little wife...

You used to have a room
where johns would come knocking.

Isn't that right?

You used to spread your legs for cash.
And now you're a little snob?

Girls like you are quite something.

I'm just Eva.

And I'm Mother Teresa!

- We'll just steal a song too.
- We'll steal thousands of songs.

Yes. Why should we
have to do the work?

Cheers.

Or we could not steal anything.
We could write lots more songs.

We'll write so fast,
they won't be able to steal fast enough.

And we'll go on world tour,
just you and me... and Dorli.

And Dorli.

And, you know, sometimes...

we'll wake Dorli up
in the middle of the night,

pick her up and carry her outside...

just to look at the stars.

Yes.

- And we'll sing and dance...
- Yes, the three of us.

- Wild and loud!
- So loud. We'll be so loud!

- We'll scream the whole night long!
- We'll scream very loud!

And I'll scream so loud, nobody will be
able to ignore it... or disappear...

or leave me all alone...

and not give a damn

that I'm worried about them,

because they don't care one bit

how I'm doing...

They never even ask how I'm doing.

Know what I'd say?

Tell me.

Screw you.

Because you stopped
speaking to me, seeing me,

looking for me, sharing things with me...

That's not what you do when...

when you love someone.

You're supposed to be there for them.

You don't just share the good things,
you tell them when you're down too.

He just doesn't see me anymore.

He only sees himself.

Do you still love him?

I'm done with him.

Hey.

Hey, Monika love.

You know, Freddy love...

I feel like you love me.

You make me shine.

I...

What?

Monika?

It's Joachim.

Thanks.

- Hello?
- I hope you two are getting drunk.

I heard her on the radio,
what she said about your song.

- Should I beat her up?
- Joachim.

Actually, that's more Freddy's domain.

He punches better than I do.
I know that from experience.

Freddy is here, you're not.

I am here.

Do you still love me?

Yes.

Does that still mean something to you?

Please, don't worry.

But right now I've got some gentlemen
waiting on me in a meeting, okay?

There hasn't been an official statement,
but it seems likely

that Kennedy's government
will be very satisfied with the motion,

as this was not a one-sided decision...

Wolfgang, I'm going to bed.
I'm going to read a little.

Sit down, Helga.

- I'm tired.
- Sit down.

This was the first transatlantic
television conference to be broadcast

via a satellite in space.
The program was pre-recorded

to be broadcast
at peak viewing times in both nations,

despite the time difference
between Germany and America.

A man killed himself because of me.

We've talked about this
so many times already.

You're my wife, Helga. Listen to me.

I don't understand
why you're still thinking about this.

- You're torturing yourself.
- It's my fault he's dead.

He could still be alive
if I hadn't been so harsh.

It's my fault you're unhappy too.

Wolfgang...

We have a wonderful daughter.

We're healthy. We're doing well.

If it's anyone's fault, it's both of ours.

No.
It was me, Helga.

I was the one who did this to us.

It's my fault.

I'm having an affair.

...what about this one?

So, gentlemen,
it's closing time. Pack up.

Damn, I was doing so well...
I had a great hand.

Bye, Fritz.

- See you tomorrow.
- Jutta.

- So, it's almost my bedtime.
- Yes, of course.

- I don't have enough for a tip.
- No worries.

Hard times?

Do you have work?

Ever do any waitressing?

What is it?

- Aren't you ashamed?
- No.

- I love Helga.
- Don't you dare speak her name.

I could get you kicked out
of this country.

I'd only have to make one call.

She's happy with me.

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

It's okay...

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Everything's okay.

Are you still with us, Mr. Franck?

You said you were going
to present your new concept.

Mr. Franck!

Gentlemen...

- So, see you tomorrow?
- See you tomorrow. Goodnight.

Feeling blue, or what?

- Kiss me.
- Freddy...

You must not be in your right mind.

I am. I am.

ELEVATOR OUT OF ORDER

Well, great.

This year's participants include
many big names,

like popular favorite Hannelore Lay,

who's entering
with an original composition.

It wouldn't be
the Grand Prix without a scandal:

The song "I Love You Like Mad"

was withdrawn
due to plagiarism accusations.

That's right, here's the original,
by Conny Froboess.

- Jutta, the check?
- I'm coming!

Pale ales for the gentlemen. Enjoy.

- And I'll take you on the side.
- We'll see about that, my friend.

- What can I get you?
- Another round.

- A round.
- Table four wants to pay.

One round over here.

- You'd like to pay?
- Yes. Together, please.

That's 17.50, please.

- Was everything okay?
- Keep the change.

- Thank you. Have a lovely day.
- A round for the gentlemen.

RETURNED TO SENDER

EISWITZ, GERTRUD

REPRESENTED BY
ATTORNEY HANS LIEBKNECHT

HANS LIEBKNECHT
23 GLINK STREET, BERLIN

HANS, EAST BERLIN
201797

Hello, von Boost speaking.

Mr. Alleges, I've heard
you're a well-connected man.

I'm looking into an old case.

The other attorney on the case
was Hans Liebknecht, from East Berlin.

There are a few questions still open,

but letters to his old office
have been returned unopened.

I only have his name and a private
number that's been disconnected.

Yes?

Hans Liebknecht.

- Caterina.
- Hello, Fritz.

I can't imagine what you think of me...

sitting here and crying like a schoolgirl.

Come on, let me help you up.

- May I help you up?
- Yes.

Watch out... Careful, careful.

I think a cup of coffee would do you good.

That's a good idea.

They have a delicious Black Forest cake
in Café Kämmerich across the road.

Or did you think I would
take you back to my apartment?

- I'm an honorable man!
- Don't mock me. Please, Fritz.

I'm sorry. In truth,
I just don't have any coffee at home.

Come on.
Careful. Come on.

- Hold on tight...
- Yes, yes.

I'm fine. It's my back, you know.
My back.

Advances were made, of course.

- Nothing more?
- No, nothing more, Fritz.

You're a vivacious woman, Caterina.

And people need intimacy, touch...

I don't want to know.

I did have a longer liaison, yes.

It came about quite naturally.

But hopefully it wasn't
with that sow from Rhumba Beat.

What a simple woman!

Why did you come?

It was a spontaneous decision.
We've know each other so long.

Are you lonely?

Lonely?
Fritz, with all that racket around me?

You're not going
to mess me around again, Caterina.

- But, I...
- Understand?

- Keep the change.
- Thank you.

Enjoy the rest of your night.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Sorry.

- My apologies.
- It was an accident.

Well, then... Goodbye.

That was close.

- And, chickadee?
- Oh, God. My feet are killing me.

- You'll get used to it.
- Really?

- Good tips tonight?
- Yes, I think so.

My wallet! No, no, no.
Please, please, please!

Oh, God.

- Are you kidding me?
- No.

I'm the dumb one here.

Oh well, I'm just soft-hearted.
Get out of here.

I need my wage for today.
I can't pay my rent otherwise.

I'll pay you back. I'll pay you back!

- With what?
- I have... clothes.

- I have clothes. I could sell them.
- What, those rags?

I have fancy clothes. I used to run
a gallery, and my husband is a doctor.

Yes.

- You're a gallerist?
- Yes.

A doctor's wife?
You know what you are?

You're a waitress that got swindled, and
I don't want to see your face here again.

Go on, get out of here! Beat it!

Anyone for a drink?

- Mr. Alleges?
- Mr. von Boost.

You didn't find his registered address?

I did. The number
was registered to an address,

but that building has been torn down. It
was in the restricted zone, by the Wall.

- That's a shame.
- Yes.

- Please excuse me.
- Thank you for your help.

- I'll set the case aside again.
- Sure. My pleasure. Goodbye.

She's right.

- It is just a better story.
- But it's written here in the contract.

I should be credited.

Sure, there's a lot of things
in that contract. You're right.

But, in all honesty,
what do people really want to listen to?

- Niki...
- Stop calling me Niki.

What exactly are you after?

Do you want to come along with a lawyer

and snatch that song back
from Hannelore Lay,

pissing everybody off along the way, or...

No.

There we go.

I'm after something else.

If I can write one song,
I can write another.

One song was withdrawn.
I want to enter the contest.

Udo?

- Hello.
- Eva.

They sent my art back to me

and said the gallery didn't belong
to you anymore. Is that true?

I'm going to open a new one.

Are you leaving Berlin?

Yes.

I didn't want to leave
without saying goodbye.

Be sure to call me next time
you're opening an exhibition, okay?

Yes, I... I will.

You'll be hearing from me.

- So did you steal the song back?
- Yes. I have to write a new one.

But I know I can do it,
because I'm brilliant!

- Am I brilliant too?
- We're both brilliant!

Brilliant! Papa Freddy is here!

You little monster, you're getting heavy.

Mommy stole her song back.

I got a place in the competition.
We're singing together, Freddy.

Dorli, honey, you go on up.
I have to talk to your mom.

Please?

Go on.

You'll have to sing alone.
I'm going to London.

London?

- You only just opened your club.
- Yeah.

I belong on stage, not behind a bar.

Freddy, I got us a place!

We can sing together on stage,
like we used to.

Monika, you and me...

our band, it's over.

- Why?
- Because I'm going to London.

Is it because
of what happened at your club?

Freddy, you can't let them win.
You have to fight.

Are you saying I'm a coward?

You have no right to say that.

- You don't know what it's like...
- I've always tried to understand you!

Sure.
Let me tell you something.

It's impossible.

- That's not true. We've done so many...
- It's all happening again.

Like in '33.
This country is never going to change.

And what about Dorli?
What do I tell her?

Dorli has lots of mothers
and lots of fathers.

- One fewer won't matter too much.
- What?

Freddy...

Take care, Monika.

Fine, then go. Go!

President Kennedy's
route through Berlin

will be the basis for the biggest
television broadcast Germany,

perhaps even Europe, has ever seen.

John F. Kennedy chews a piece of gum...

he spits it out, and you are out!

Stop it. Get lost!

The Protocol Office has scheduled
the seven-hour presidential visit

down to the second.

In total, 24 cameras
will be placed along the route,

with 17 broadcasting
stations in operation.

It's hard to comprehend

just how many meters of cables have
been laid for this special broadcast.

It's estimated
to be several hundred kilometers.

Dorli would like
to watch the President on TV.

Well, then Grandma
will have to make an exception.

Did you hear that? Yes!

I hope you two have a lot of fun.

Thanks, Mother.

Don't get crushed in that crowd.

- Mommy said you have a back brace.
- Yes.

It's not a brace, it's a corset.

It keeps Grandma standing up straight.

So... go and put this on the table.
Be careful.

KENNEDY IN GERMANY

Stars and stripes! Get yours here
for the grand visit this afternoon!

- You'll need a flag to wave! Yes, Ma'am?
- Hello. Two, please.

There you go.
Stars and stripes! One for ten pfennig!

- I'd like one.
- Of course.

Me too, please.
I'll pay for the lady too.

How generous of you, sir.
There you go.

For freedom.

I guess you're going
to Schöneberg City Hall?

Yes.

How are you?

Great.

- And you?
- Excellent.

Things are developing
exactly how I hoped they would.

Shall we go to City Hall together?

Monika, let's go away. Let's get
out of the city. I don't care where to.

- Now?
- Yes, now.

And what about Kennedy?

He'll manage without us. Come on.

Well, now we're in quite a fix, Dorli.

I'll call somebody.
Men are better with technology anyway.

- Women and technology...
- Yes.

A forever troubled relationship.

There's someone
I'd like you to meet, Fritz.

This is Dorli.

Monika's daughter.

Dorli, this is Mr. Assmann,
an old friend of mine.

How do you do, Mr. Assmann?
Can you fix the television?

Hello.

- You can call him Uncle Fritz.
- Uncle Fritz, yes.

I'll give it a shot.

You know you have to plug it in.

Yes.

There are some who say that
communism is the wave of the future.

Let them come to Berlin.

And there are some who say in Europe
and elsewhere

we can work with the Communists.
Let them come to Berlin.

And there are even a few

who say that it is true

that communism
is an evil system,

but it permits us to make...

They were the front lines
for almost two decades.

All free men, wherever they may live,
are citizens of Berlin,

and, therefore, as a free man,
I take pride in the words

"Ich bin ein Berliner."

ZOOLOGICAL GARDEN STATION

- Let's go to the beach later.
- Sounds wonderful.

I'm going to stay here
a little while longer. You take the car.

- Don't you have to go back to work?
- I took some time off.

How much time?

Forever.

Forever?

Yes. Junckers doesn't know yet,
but I'll tell him next week.

You should go, Dorli's waiting for you.

I'd like to spend a couple more days
by the sea. I like it here.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, yes. I'll take the train back.

Bye.

Bye.

Monika?

Thank you.

Berliners are cheering for a man famed
for being cool, pragmatic and skeptical.

However, his speech at Schöneberg City
Hall showed a different side to Kennedy.

An American politician
has never been so vocal

about the communist
politics of East Berlin.

Thank you.

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