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Do you know this guy, Willi?

He's been here all day, just like yesterday.

What does he want here every evening?

Criticise our show.

You're kidding. He wouldn't say boo to a goose.

He irritates me. I feel insecure when he watches me.

Ursel dotes on him.

Who is he anyway?

A nobody.

He dropped out of drama school and failed at Berlin's Film Academy twice.

He shot two short films which collect dust under his bed.

I heard that you have a few ideas about Leonce and Lena?

Yep.

I do.

Will you tell me? - Yes. Britta, come here.

Rainer?

Go and buy a few pounds of tomatoes.

Go and buy a few pounds of tomatoes.

Are you crazy?

Where should I get tomatoes now? - Why tomatoes?

We'll give them to the audience and they can decide whether they want to throw or eat them.

But that's a risk.

The whole life is a risk.

Stop kissing him, he's my man.

Get the tomatoes, dammit.

If you agree to my suggestions...

...I hope you don't mind me staging the play now.

Alright, if you like.

Throwing tomatoes? I guess everyone has one's own artistic vision.

I do hope so, indeed.

I really do.

From now on, the play will be played way slower, almost statically.

Okay?

Actually, you're too old for the part.

Way too old.

But I'll let you keep playing the part.

Stand over there.

And you go over there, to the wall.

This far apart? At the edge of the stage? What for?

To show the distance between you two.

The emptiness between you.

To show that your dreams of happiness are an illusion.

You understand?

From now on, you don't move during this scene.

Go.

He has no plan, he only acts like he does.

At least he's good at that.

Looking for the Land of the Greeks with your soul...

"Out into your shadows, noble treetops, the old, holy...

Go to sleep, Britta.

But where are you going, Rainer?

Rainer, you said you'd read to me what you wrote.

Read it yourself. You do know how to read.

And don't follow me again.

But we belong together, Rainer.

Those were your words. - Nobody owns me.

You want a beer?

Cuba Libre.

Okay.

‟Man is soon inur'd to slavery, and quickly learns submission, when of freedom quite depriv'd.

If she had fallen in the savage hands of my rude sires...

...and had their holy rage forborne to slay her...

...grateful for her life, she would have recogniz'd her destiny.

Have shed before the shrine the stranger's blood, and duty nam'd what was necessity.”

Alright, the rehearsal is over. You can leave.

Leave.

You'll stay.

You have a film mug.

I hope you know that.

No.

I don't care that you're gay. I'm gay, too.

Why do you think that? I'm not gay at all.

I won't tolerate that!

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Finally, I know with whom you're cheating on me.

You silly goose.

Go fuck yourself!

Stupid.

The classic masochist.

But she's good.

She'll be my star as well. Like you.

I ran my feet off for you, as your agent.

Theatre is not enough for me.

What do you want to do?

Movies.

Movies about this country. The stories are on the streets.

I already wrote three movies and I have four in my head.

Everywhere you go are stories about people dreaming and their dreams being shattered.

Theatre can't do that, only cinema can.

How? When? With which money?

I have my methods.

I'll soon shoot my first film.

You're in.

Really?

How about us?

Come here.

Not on Sundays.

Are you just gay?

I'm everything, but mainly gay.

I'm attracted to foreign workers.

When I introduced my first lover to my mother at the age of 14...

...a sturdy Greek, her only reaction was:

Rainer, couldn't it at least have been an academic?

Shall I introduce you two?

Not necessary, thanks.

Emergency law.

Agitation.

Democracy is screwed.

Revolution means...

Where have you been again?

Where have you been? - We had a drink. You have a problem with that?

Rainer! - The bourgeoisie does shit.

Attention! Attention! This is the police!

Please leave the room. This is the last incitement.

Here comes the water.

Attention! Attention! This is the police!

Leave the room now.

Rainer, what are you doing? Why are you doing this? You're chasing them away.

I want the audience to feel like the students when the cops come.

You ruined everything.

They'll never come back.

Never...

Of course they will, Ursel.

They'll think that's part of the show.

And they are right about that.

Do you know what I am, Ursel? - No.

I'm the most intense relationship you'll ever have.

Hello. - Hello.

I'm Ulli Lommel.

You want me for your film?

If you don't want to keep doing your TV shit.

What shall I play?

An informer in a gangster film.

Do you know...

..."White Heat" by Raoul Walsh with James Cagney?

The German title was "Maschinenpistolen". - No, I don't know it.

You learn the wrong stuff in school.

But...

...you know ‟Le Samourai” with Alain Delon, right?

Of course I know it.

That style.

But in black and white.

It's the most beautiful colour.

Do you think you can act without impressions?

Without impressions? I'm an actor.

Look at Alain Delon. He's straightfaced.

But he's present.

The poor version of Alain Delon.

But at least something.

Thanks, next scene. - Was that good?

Where shall I put the camera now? - You're asking me? You're the cameraman.

Focus on your work and think for yourself, then everything will be fine.

But you have to know where you want to cut.

Are you shitting me? This isn't television.

My film won't be cut.

My film will only be cut, if it's absolutely necessary.

Okay.

Put the thing somewhere.

Somewhere where I can be seen well would be best.

Okay. - Go, keep going.

Rainer, maybe I should do it without hat and glasses...

What do you want? - Without hat and glasses.

Get lost. - So they see it's me.

Get lost.

Keep going. Go.

Sound. - Rolling.

Camera. - Rolling.

Take one.

"Colder Than Death". 72, take one.

Action!

What's so funny?

Nothing.

Why do you hit me?

What for?

Because you seem to be doing too well.

Thanks.

Did you have to hit me that hard?

This is film.

Not theatre.

Next take, put the camera over there.

Rainer, that would be crossing the line.

What?

The actor who used to be on the right would suddenly be on the left.

Have you ever watched a Godard film?

He screws rules. He does what he wants.

You're not being paid for standing around. Go!

We're getting paid?

Come here.

What?

Your face...

I like your face.

One day I'll make you famous.

Really?

Yes.

You'll see.

Amateurism!

The director of the film "Colder Than Death".

Did you like the film?

Mr. Fassbinder.

Do you identify with the guy you play?

Of course not.

Do you identify with him?

But I do understand him.

He doesn't want to have his work exploited, so he became a gangster.

In other words, he doesn't want to work, he's just lazy?

He isn't lazy. He isn't lazy, just because he's a criminal.

Someone who does robberies isn't lazy.

Pimp probably is a tough job, too. Right?

Well, in a way, I see the film as a remake of "White Heat".

Civilly furnished living room.

Interior/Day.

Mager is sitting in front of a mirror, painting her nails.

Her hands are trembling, she's already drunk.

Karl comes from behind, dressed in a white smoking.

Karl:

Are you painting your nails again? You only did that yesterday.

Don't you have anything better to do than painting your nails all day?

Next year I'll shoot seven films. - What?

Seven films. Once one is done, we'll immediately start the next one.

I want my name to be with the big names.

Orson Welles, Jean Luc Godard, Douglas Sirk, Rainer Werner Fassbinder.

Okay, I'm in.

Do you have another one of those stimulants?

Or did you eat all of them yourself?

No, of course I have some for you.

Give me my glass of whiskey. I can't get up anymore.

You're shooting a film again?

Yes.

"Katzelmacher".

Could I act in it?

There already is a Greek.

But I'll play him myself.

Adding a Negro would be too much.

And in the next film?

It depends.

On what?

I'd have to see your body.

No, don't.

Why not?

I'm not there yet, Werner.

But may I hope?

Good morning.

Hello.

From now on you'll see Günther more often.

Why?

Will you act as well? - We're a couple now.

What's so funny?

You know that he's married, right?

Of course, I know that he's married.

You're so stupid. Let's go to my room, Günther.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to hurt you, Werner.

It's just because... - Because?

Because...

As cover for the public?

Many actors do that.

I hoped you'd become a regular guest.

Really? No thanks, Werner.

I can't leave my wife alone in our nice house in the countryside.

Her and I are friends.

Sit down with me.

One never knows what's going on in you.

Not much.

I don't believe you, Günther.

Everybody wants something.

Well...

A lead would be nice.

In my life or in my film?

You know what?

Show me your nice house.

And your little wife.

Or do you have reason to hide her from me?

Is that her?

Yes.

Damn.

How does he get me down like this?

Damn.

A lead...

He used me.

He shall lie in the dust and cry.

Write that down.

Maybe I'll turn it into a play.

Excuse me? A play? - Yes, a play, you player.

The defiant tears of Rainer von Werner. Something like that.

That's good.

ONE YEAR AND SEVEN FILMS LATER

Rainer?

I have the money.

We can shoot the film.

Which film?

‟She-Devils of Titfield Valley”.

The western in Russ Meyer style.

I almost forgot it. - I didn't.

This is Berling. My co-producer.

Anita Ekberg is very interested in the female lead.

So you can spend some time with Günther.

Günther? - Yes.

You said he should play the lead.

I don't work with Günther anymore. - Rainer, everything is prepared.

He's waiting for you. In Italy.

You always wanted to film internationally, Rainer.

What do you mean?

He's waiting for me?

In a hotel room.

Günther?

Take your trash out. - This isn't trash, but unpaid bills.

Do you know what you do with unpaid bills?

It's best...

...to pay them!

Let him do it. He can pay his additional tax payment himself.

Now we're free of debts.

I'll go to Italy.

Günther is waiting for me in a hotel room there.

You're lying there incuriously.

Like a plank.

And I was told that you're waiting for me.

I'm waiting for you, Werner.

"I'm waiting for you, Werner."

You're such a disappointment.

And I've come here only for you.

I'm so stupid.

I should have known that you'd act like a bitch.

My wife is pregnant.

How boring! Come up with something new.

I'll go for Lommel now. He raised wrong expectations.

I'll teach him a lesson.

I want to fly back with the next plane. - Yes.

Günther was waiting for me? You're a traitor.

I thought you cared about the film.

I always care about the film, but I need professionals for that.

Do you know what a professional is?

Book me the next plane back.

And this puny hotel...

This hole you put me into. I want to go back.

Rainer, calm down.

Everything's fine. There's Mike, your new cameraman.

The TV guy?

Hello, Ulli.

He has an incredibly bourgeois face.

My face isn't my fault.

It is.

From puberty onwards, everyone is responsible for one's face.

I like to provoke.

Otherwise nothing happens.

So, listen.

The imagery has to seem real.

Almost authentic, you see?

I want to shoot all this in single shot.

One tracking shot.

Up the whole staircase.

And it keeps going.

Here's a murder, there's a murder.

It takes ages.

Murder isn't easy.

Do you know why I'll film it in a single shot?

I want the audience to understand what it's like to commit murder.

How brutish it is to commit murder.

What a bloody business murder is.

We're talking about the Ku Klux Klan.

All in one.

I'll look at that.

Well, it'll be tough.

But beautiful.

‟Blacky”, 27/3 take 2.

And Action!

What's going on up there, dammit?

Why did that idiot look into the camera?

What are you doing? - You don't have to scream.

I can't open the door, it's only painted.

You're the idiot.

Set dresser!

Why didn't you check the door up there?

And the assistant director didn't realise it either?

You idiot! You washout!

I'm acting. I'm not taking care of the set design then.

You have to understand what films mean.

You have to learn that, dammit!

I also learned it.

Fine. And now? - And now?

Damn.

We'll film it at night. Inside.

Rainer, you also wanted to film the mass scene, right?

Since when is there a mass scene in the film?

I won't film a mass scene with chickens.

Because I hate chickens, you understand?

Shitty chickens.

Listen to me.

Listen to me? What the hell? I'm filming.

You will not shoot for much longer.

Listen.

Ulli is broke. He's shopping big with his Diners card, but all his credit has expired.

I knew it. They only live off of me. They just hang around.

Nobody has any ideas.

Cuba Libre.

How did you like the rushes?

Mike is a genius.

He did the shots that I described.

And what's the point if we ran out of stock?

Werner? - What?

We have something to tell you. - What?

We won't let Berling, that fat capitalist sod, keep exploiting us.

We demand our fees now.

A humane work pace and longer breaks.

Please calm down. Are we bureaucrats? No.

Do we work for TV? No. Are we creating art? Yes.

We do as Mummy says.

And there's no point in it anyway, because we ran out of stock.

And you, Lommel, got us into this shit.

Anita Ekberg? What a joke.

You're banned from entering the set, unless we need you as an actor, you loser.

Rainer, I'm here. - That doesn't go without notice.

Do you have the money from Bonn? - I won't tell you.

I'm not interested in playing games now.

Do you have the damned money?

Search me, if you like. - Where is the money, you stupid sod.

And it's all your fault!

You would-be producer!

You don't want me to hit a woman, do you?

Where is the money?

Is it in the bag?

And you won't get any of this. And do you know why?

I can't see your stupid faces anymore, you understand?

This money will be used for a different film.

I'll now shoot films with real stars.

If you want money, ask Lommel. He's the producer and he betrayed you.

Let's go, Gudrun.

Get lost.

Günther. - Werner?

This is Bärbel, our bull dyke.

I see. Hello.

Hello.

She's a real actress.

She played in a few awesome trash films from the 50s.

"The Head", do you know that one?

"Horrors of Spider Island"?

Sure.

You can learn from her.

She'll drag you over the hot desert sand, okay?

We'll do it with a stuntman.

But I want to see pain and suffering in your face.

Lie down.

Come on.

Go.

Mike.

Close up.

Get the slate.

32/3, take 1.

Set.

And action.

Stop.

Günther, you can't do it like that.

This isn't the Karl-May-Festival in Bad Segeberg.

Anyone can see that it's not real.

Ok.

Werner, in that case we'll do it again.

I'm sorry, we don't have enough film.

We'll do it with you, instead of the stuntman.

It's just fifty metres. - I won't do that.

I won't play along.

Why does nobody say anything?

Mike? - I have nothing to say about that.

It's forbidden by law. - Is it?

So you want to make a fool of yourself and go down in film history as the world's worst actor?

You aren't even ready to do a simple stunt.

Kirk Douglas does that every morning after breakfast with no sweat.

And you?

So you want everyone to see on the big screen that you're an idiot?

I prefer being an idiot.

Alright. Harry, get me another Negro.

He can drive home to his pregnant wife now.

Back to his little life.

That's what he always wanted.

Fine, I'll do it.

The Negro. The Negro. The Negro.

At least give me a skateboard. - A skateboard?

With the Ku Klux Klan?

Unbelievable!

What a sod!

That bastard. I was so scared, Kurt.

That's what happens when you give yourself to a sadist.

Do you know, why he fired my sweet Spanish assistant?

Because he realised how much I liked him.

Since yesterday, I'm not allowed to call my wife anymore.

That's mean. She's about to give birth.

You shall return to the set now, Günther. - Already?

It's not my turn yet. - I don't care, I just tell you Mary's orders.

Watch your language!

Whose orders? - He calls himself Mary now.

He ordered that all male team members have female names now.

I'm Ilse, Mike is Sonja and so on.

You're Emma Potato. - Charming.

Yes.

Are you ready? - Yes.

Good.

You need me, Mary?

Just watch. You'll like it.

Are you ready?

Sound. - Rolling.

Camera. - Rolling.

Slate.

27/4, take 1.

And action!

Wait. Bärbel?

Do as we said, okay?

You dare something. Okay?

And you'll only stop when I tell you to.

And Action again.

And... Stop.

Leave me alone.

That's marriage for you, Günther. In one or two years.

Do you understand?

Marriage is dishonest and destructive.

Like all of you.

All my movies are about that.

And that's what you get for it, Lommel.

One slap in the face for each bouncer.

There's no other way to treat you.

It will be a film about brutality. About power and exploitation, stuff like that.

You know, what else should movies be about nowadays?

Werner? Werner? - What?

I've become a father. - Congratulations.

Could I go to Munich for the weekend? - What?

Ilse, Emma Potato and Mummy!

I thought you had finally understood that I need you here with me.

But you haven't, right?

Damn, we're shooting a film.

Have you still not understood what that means, you amateurs? Damn.

Rainer, we have to keep going.

Every second costs me 2,000 Deutschmark.

The film is basically done.

You'll have enough for that.

It will disappear in the archives anyway...

...considering how unprofessional and dispassionate all of you are.

Kurt! Cuba Libre.

Ilse.

Go to that bitch and give her money, so that Günther can fuck her.

That guy is sitting next to her.

He looks like he's from the mafia. Do it yourself.

Did you say I should do it myself?

Hey, cutie.

That Negro would like to fuck you.

Fuck you.

Why are you staring at me?

All of you are scared to get dirty.

But someone has to be the asshole.

Do you have enough money?

Do I know you?

Ben Hedi Salem Mustafa.

Rainer.

200 Francs.

You're very beautiful.

Thank you.

I must go.

No.

Work. Starts at 6.

Work?

What do you work?

Street building.

I must go.

Come with me.

I'm filmmaker. From Germany.

Germany very good.

Yes.

You come with me.

You fly.

And then, we film.

You come with me. You.

I must go.

This is where I'm staying. Work, understand?

No. Love!

For you.

Beaucoup money.

No money.

Love.

No photo.

Family

Is it your family?

This is your family?

Family.

You didn't tell me you're married.

No...

Tell me this isn't true.

What's your problem?

What's my problem?

Goodbye.

Vodka.

Hey.

Let me introduce you to the love of my life.

Understand that, okay?

Always a bull's eye, right?

Say your name.

You... him.

Ben Hedi Salem Barak Muhammed Mustafa.

Kurt.

Salem doesn't know any German.

Perfect conditions.

We have different ways to communicate, right?

Where did you find him?

The place where you were as well.

The sauna in the Rue Wagram.

He had to earn quick money for his wife and his two children in Morocco.

That's exactly where we'll go now.

The flight is already booked.

Just like the hired car.

Really? - Yes.

What will we do in Morocco?

We'll get the children. We want to start a family.

Obviously.

Why did I even ask?

Drive, come on!

To let you know, Harry will still be my assistant.

As you know, I call those my assistants who are uncapable of anything.

And Gudrun and Britta, you'll get a role in my films from time to time.

Bärbel and Martha, you can act in them anyway.

Could you finally stop it?

This isn't an antiauthoritarian kindergarten. Damn!

Salem, say something.

Damn.

Where shall they sleep, anyway?

I thought with Gudrun, as a replacement for children.

Don't you want to introduce yourselves?

I'm Gudrun.

Is he mad?

You have to understand, one doesn't shake hands with women in his culture.

Do I?

The message just came in.

Britta will get the Film Award for the best female lead.

My Emma.

And you only complained about having to act as a bitchy cow again.

You didn't understand the tragic greatness of her, right?

This has to be celebrated.

Let's go out for a good dinner. - But only if they sell vegetarian food.

I said "good dinner".

If you eat meat, I'll have sex with you tonight.

Rainer, don't be tacky.

Are you serious?

Nice chandelier.

Too bad, Britta.

I said if you ate meat. Not if you puke it out.

Come, Britta.

Women.

Women?

Yes, women. Very good, Salem.

Your German is becoming better and better.

He can already speak a few sentences.

Why do you look like that? It's an incredible cultural achievement.

Do you know the joke about the crying, laughing Caraway Turk?

No, I don't.

But it exists. Because there's nothing that doesn't exist.

The world is tiny, compared to the head.

And the many thoughts get the world out of balance.

Especially those that are not thought. Those that you don't dare to think.

Those that you don't dare to say.

The joke about the crying, laughing Caraway Turk?

The laughing, crying Caraway Turk?

No, of course you don't know it.

Do you want to hear it? - No. We don't want to hear it.

We've stopped listening to your jokes long ago.

Fine. Fine. I won't do it.

They're making me go crazy, damn.

I can't do a reading like this.

Rainer, you taught them the game. - I don't care.

Salem, come!

Kurt, lock them out on the balcony.

Get going!

Come on.

Damn.

If you smash in the window, I'll tie you up out here for three days. Got it?

Damn. - It's pouring.

I don't care.

Darling?

Darling, don't drink too much.

Otherwise you'll fall asleep again when we go to bed.

Bed? - Yes, bed.

I'm sorry.

I want to thank you.

You inspired me for a new film idea.

Do you understand?

I love you.

To prove that, I wrote you a lead in my new film.

Lead? - Yes, lead.

Do you understand?

You will understand it.

Tomorrow will be your big day, Salem.

The first day of shooting. Do you understand?

It's a big day for me as well.

Brigitte Mira will come tomorrow.

She's the first big UFA star I can work with. Do you understand, Salem?

You'll soon be a great star as well.

And then both of us will be famous.

Do you already know your words?

What's wrong?

Never be scared when I'm with you.

Never.

I want to stay with you forever.

And cut!

Was that okay? You never say anything.

Well Biggi, what should I say?

You're the best actress I've ever worked with.

This stupid opera chorus girl?

Thanks, Rainer. You're a gentleman.

But Salem is a natural as an actor.

And such a nice guy.

Why hasn't he found a girlfriend in Germany yet?

Rainer, do you get that? - No, Biggi. I don't get it, either.

He can't have me. I already have a dear husband.

Rainer, they're showing how the Israeli hostages were shot.

Let's watch it.

Palestinian terrorists invaded the Olympic village and shot two Israeli sportsmen.

They captured another nine.

They demanded freedom for the Palestinian prisoners in Israel and free exit to Egypt.

Where is Gudrun?

I want everyone to see this.

This will have consequences.

They'll have raids for Arabs now.

They can finally restrict civic rights...

And tighten the laws, just as they've wanted to do for so long.

I asked where Gudrun is.

What's your problem with Gudrun? It isn't her fault, either.

So you think it's not your fault if you lazily stay out of everything and lie in the bathtub all day?

Lazy? She's writing her examination paper in pedagogy.

Pedagogy?

That's a wrap. Cuba Libre.

Do you prefer sausage or ham?

Cheese.

What was that?

What do you want here?

Stop!

Let go of me, asshole. - Does he have a visa?

A visa? - So he doesn't.

All Arabs without a visa are immediately deported.

Hands up, police!

Lead away. Let's go. - Rainer!

What the hell? - La!

This is a misunderstanding.

There could be serious consequences for you.

This man has papers and a residence permit.

He also has a contract as the lead in my new film that I am currently shooting.

Where are his papers?

Kurt?

Let him go.

You were lucky this time.

Next time we´ll get you.

Shit.

That was quicker than I had thought.

Salem?

I never would have thought that you'd like my movie, Mary.

Is that really your opinion? - Yes.

Your movie really is a little masterpiece, Wally.

I already told some critics.

I'm glad about that. - His film isn't really competition for you.

Are you jealous? - No, never.

A worn out native of Cologne who thinks she's Tarzan's Jane.

That's what the world has been waiting for.

Let him talk. I love the film.

Thanks, Rainer.

Is he your husband or I?

Come on, stab me!

When is the next shooting? - No next shooting.

The film is finished.

Over and done with.

I don´t think it´s good that you don't show up at the cinema.

I don't need the applause and the boos.

So? How was it?

Okay.

Rainer...

17 times! The movie was interrupted by ovations 17 times.

17 times.

And in the end...

...people were screaming "bravo" frenetically for half an hour.

It was beautiful.

Dear God.

My Rainer.

Rainer. Come on.

Dear God.

Come on.

Biggi...

I wanna thank you.

You filled the movie with life.

And I thank you, Rainer.

I thank you.

From now on, I'll only shoot films...

...that touch people.

For an international audience.

Cheers. - Cheers.

He had a knife that was this large.

What are you thinking about, Rainer?

Well, how things will go on.

Whether I should even sign the contract to become artistic director.

Actually, I don't want to keep working for theatre.

But I need a change of scene, so I might do it.

Frankfurt is extremely ugly, but maybe something will change then.

Where is Salem?

What's wrong with him again?

He can't handle the fame.

You seem to know him way better than I do, Emma Potato.

Go to him and take care of him. - And I thought you love him.

Can't one even celebrate anymore?

I do love him.

Stop this and come back to the table.

Please.

Stop this.

Please come back.

Salem.

Alright, keep getting wasted alone.

Monsieur Fassbinder, this is a catastrophe!

This doesn't work this way!

Calm down. The company will pay. Talk to him.

He'll pay for everything.

May I have one as well?

Alright.

You will join me in two days, alright?

I still have a lot to sort out in Frankfurt.

Sign the contract and so on.

Once again: Don't tell Salem where I am.

Where Rainer?

We don't know.

I see. He forbade telling, right?

He left money for you. If you want to, you can go to Paris for the weekend.

No Paris.

Give money.

This is Rainer's fault.

Chatelsche, play Abraham.

He made money as an estate agent in the redlight district.

The city of Frankfurt lets him demolish houses, so he can build new ones.

He knows that he, as a Jew, is untouchable.

Do it.

Please.

"Why should I fight about fields and meadows with damned Arabs?

I'd rather walk through the lands and cities I know and where I belong to show:

Someone is walking here, beware of him!

I'm sick of the Jewish special place.

We Jews aren't better or worse.

When we do business, we stop at nothing, just like anyone else."

You'll get into trouble for that text, darling.

Salem stabbed people in a disco.

Two are badly injured. The police are looking for him.

Did you hide him? - No, we put him on a plane. He's already in Paris.

Now I know it, thanks. Get lost.

Alright, get up and do it while standing.

I see that you already can do it.

Do it, dammit.

I want a limousine.

Yes.

A big, black limousine.

With white leather seats.

I don't care how much it costs.

Get lost!

Get lost, you piece of shit.

Holger, darling, I did it for you.

Don't you remember that you wanted me to change?

It was a joke. Get lost, you piece of shit.

Holger, I took it seriously.

I had myself changed for you. - Get lost and don't touch the car.

Did you hurt yourself?

Come on, let me help you up.

Can I drive you somewhere?

That's very kind. Thanks.

I don't have an apartment anymore. It's not too bad.

Holger...

I still love him so much.

I don't know why he hates me this much.

Who is that Holger?

Holger...

The very first time I saw him, in that small café, I knew that he's my love.

Nobody could come after him.

That exists? - Yes.

What's your name?

Carlotta.

That's a nice name. It fits you well.

Thanks.

I have to leave and try to earn some money.

Goodbye. - Goodbye.

What's your name? - Rainer.

Rainer.

A nice name as well.

Carlotta.

Your hat.

Thanks.

So?

The play will be cancelled.

The magistrate will forbid it as the Jewish community is on his tail.

We'll drive to Munich and you'll finally furnish the flat.

I'm so sick of the commune shit.

I can't stand it a single day longer.

Two beer. - Coming.

He looks like James Dean.

He's Armin Meier.

He works as a butcher.

At night he's a barman.

Shall I introduce you two?

I don't want to fall in love anymore. - Who's talking about love?

What is it?

Can I help you?

Come here.

Everything's fine, my boy.

Everything's fine.

Nothing will be changed.

We'll take over the furniture. The couch fits the wall paint.

What?

You want to keep that shitty brown couch? - It looks like a turd and goes around the corner.

If you take it out, you'll spend the rest of your life cleaning boots.

Yes, my Führer.

My boy?

This is a nice place to live, right?

This is where we'll get old and die.

Where will I live? - Here.

What? In this hole?

But you'll finally get the lead role you deserve.

As whom?

You'll play the poet Stefan George.

The two of us want to keep moving artistically, right?

Do we? - Yes, we do.

Finally, you're back.

It was so boring in Munich without you.

This is Blumenpeter, by the way.

Wally already told me that you're a quick guy.

I have something nice for you, for moving into your new apartment.

Try it. It'll turn you on. - I don't want that. I'll stick to beer.

So?

I don't feel anything. It only goes numb.

Careful. If you take too much, it will knock you out.

Caution is a procurator.

Kurt, open the door.

What do you want here?

What are you doing here?

What do you want? The director's office is closed.

Fine, as you're here, I'll categorize you into A and B actors.

So that nobody can complain that another earns too much.

Alright, you're a B. - Pig.

Lommel is B and you two are B.

And Chatelsche, you're A, although you're evil.

Emma, you're an A, plus set design.

That's an A plus.

A to B.

Britta and Martha are A.

And Margit Carstensen is an A.

Now get lost, as this is a private flat.

Not a commune anymore. See you for the next film. Bye.

Didn't you hear what the master said?

Come on, get lost.

Kurt, do a line.

I was raised catholic.

If you want to play George, you'll do a line.

Otherwise, Wally will play George.

You always wanted to play Stefan George, right Wally?

Who is George? - Shut up.

Do a line. It makes you glarier and faster. That's good for the next film.

You can drink without getting drunk.

You can learn lines, without a problem.

Really?

Don't you trust me?

I do, Rainer. - Have I ever lied to you?

No, Rainer.

Do you think Rainer likes me?

He doesn't talk to me. He only wants to fuck.

Normally one asks where the other comes from, but he asks nothing.

When I ask something, I don't get an answer.

How would I know whether Rainer likes you? You have to ask him yourself.

Shit, where is my freaking Valium?

Can anyone tell me? How should I write at night without the freaking Valium?

Can you explain that to me? - Calm down.

Shut up! - Where did you have the stupid toiletry kit?

In my satchel. So I can always get to it. Shit.

Why do you turn everything upside down then?

Damn. - Gudrun stole it.

Or Blumenpeter, or Chatelsche. Shit.

And the money?

Where is the money?

Go, get a prescription and go to the freaking pharmacy.

Which prescriptions? We don't have any.

Asshole! - Rainer!

Two are left.

Why don't you clear out the bags?

Are you gipsies?

As a punishment, you can write down the story of Maria Braun.

It's not a punishment to work for the great master.

My boy...

Dammit.

Come, I'll give you an ointment.

"Futilely spanning the arms out for what only shines.

This unfounded bristling. This being inevitable.

The feeling of oppressive heaviness on tired pain.

The dull feeling of emptiness.

This... With me alone."

‟Kneel down before me.”

‟I'm very glad to subject myself to you...”

Wait.

‟To subject myself to your greatness.

And to eternally...” - Yes.

‟And to eternally...”

‟And to eternally serve you as a boot scraper.”

Thanks. Cut. Very good.

Rainer.

Rainer, that was shit.

No.

That hustler shall speak like a dabbler.

You did a great job.

And me?

This is the last day of shooting and you've never told me whether you're pleased with me.

Emma, sit down.

Take off your shoe.

Stretch your foot forward.

Now you're my Peter Lorre.

Thank you.

Salem apparently hung himself.

No way.

In a French prison.

How do you know?

Someone read it in the papers.

We have to tell Rainer.

No. It might just be a rumour.

What´s up, my boy?

Are you not feeling well?

Look after yourself, okay?

What do you mean?

Rainer, may I have some? - Emma, you never get enough.

I don't have much left and I need it myself.

You still have a lot. - Can't you see that I'm reading?

Just a bit. - Stop it.

Take a Captagon, it has the same effect.

Alright, a sachet went missing from the couch gap.

Which one of you took it? - Is that my business? I don't need it.

You always have so many people here. They can see where you hide it.

You should clean your nose.

People who become dependant on me get on my nerves.

You should rather drink. You're kinder then.

Stop it. Come.

Alright, I almost forgot. Come along.

‟I hereby confirm that I'm responsible for the incredible costs of the set design.

I picked the inappropriate employees that overdrew the budget.”

How could I have taken care of the set design while playing the lead?

You should have thought about it beforehand. - You can't do that.

I can't?

I'm begging you, that would ruin me financially.

And I could never work there again.

You still haven't understood that you don't need the others as long as you have me?

I have, Rainer. But... - So, will you sign the letter?

Yes, Rainer.

Good boy.

Now take the letter to the Bavaria Studios.

Okay, Rainer. Will I get a little cocaine for it?

No.

You first have to deliver the letter, Emma.

My boy.

My boy.

What is it? Can one never rest here? - Something terrible has happened. It's on TV.

Come.

‟A plane of the Lufthansa has been in the hands of hijackers since the afternoon.

Currently the motive isn't known.

We just found out that there are four Arabs.

The 737 City Jet was on the way from Palma de Mallorca to Frankfurt.

The hijackers forced the pilot to land in Rome.

86 passengers and five crew members are on the plane.

At the airport, the hijackers demanded freedom for all political prisoners in the Federal Republic.”

You're pale.

You want a soup, my boy? - Stop calling me "My Boy"!

I'm tired of hearing it.

Can't you see this?

Can't you see what's going on?

I knew that you can't write, but I didn't know that you can't hear and see.

Go to your room or prostitute yourself, but stop calling me "My Boy".

Shitty "My Boy".

What's going on? - I threw a jug.

He was horrible.

It has been enough with his mood swings.

Enough.

I'll have it repaired and taken to my room.

You can do that, Emma.

But you could also move out immediately.

I'm serious.

I can't stand your face anymore, anyway.

You're a drag. A boil on my ass.

You disgust me with your boozing and your cocaine.

Take a look in the mirror.

Do you have anything left to say?

Tomorrow, I'll have the lock exchanged.

I wanted to tell you goodbye.

Take care, Kurti.

I wish you good luck.

That's kind of you, Armin.

"GERMAN AUTUMN". 1977.

They want to get the hostages out of the plane in Mogadishu with special forces.

They shall blow up the freaking plane with the terrorists in it.

You say they should blow up the plane? What about the passengers?

We can't risk the whole state because of a few passengers.

The terror has to end. - Armin...

What?

You just told me you don't care about laws, but you're the democrat.

I do care about laws. - You just said that you don't.

But when people... - There is no but. You don't care about laws.

You can say that. No matter the situation. And you're a democrat?

But when such people... - No!

But... - Answer me, please.

They disobey the law, not me. - So does a normal murderer.

So the terrorists are murderers. - Sure, but there is no special law for murderers.

Sure, but you can catch them and then you have them.

They can't cause that much trouble then.

Not?

Not?

A normal murderer doesn't just have worse or no reasons for his murders.

Isn't the worst about terrorists that they might have reasons you could understand?

Sure.

But their means aren't right, Rainer.

But you also don't care about laws.

You say you don't care about the law, when things get rough.

In that situation I was resentful.

But should there be a situation in which you don't care who makes which laws for you?

According to officials, Andreas Baader shot himself this morning...

They were found dead in their prison cells in Stammheim, now they...

...now they claim they killed themselves. Ensslin, Baader, Raspe...

Now they want an independent commission. That's bullshit.

What's the point of flushing all that stuff away?

The cops ran up the staircase.

Why do you think so? Are you paranoid?

What if they come into the flat?

What if we move and they just kill us?

They won't do that.

Our police wouldn't do that. They're good people.

The people they shot... - You're an idiot.

What's... - Idiot!

I'm an idiot, but you're a maniac who did too much cocaine.

I'll go to the bar. At least they're normal there. - Yes, get lost.

Sure. - Get lost.

So get lost then.

My boy...

Yes, my boy.

Yes.

My boy.

Democracy is the most humane political system, isn't it?

Well, it's the lesser evil. - The lesser evil?

Yes, currently it's evil.

Democracy? - Yes.

What would be better? Something authoritarian?

No, but currently...

What would be better if it's the lesser evil?

There would have to be something good. What would that be?

Best would be an authoritarian ruler.

One who's good and kind.

Decent.

Turn off the camera.

What are you trying to tell me?

I just don't get it. I don't get it.

I'm not here, dammit. I'm not here!

One last chance.

Come in.

Don't you want to pick up?

Who would call me here?

Armin? - He shall leave me alone.

Here.

Look.

Could you type this for me?

Would you be that kind?

As an exception.

Because it's your birthday.

Rainer?

You really don't want to come along to the interview with Cahiers du Cinema and the New York Times?

No.

Go alone.

You're the star now.

Do you remember?

I predicted it.

Yes.

You did.

They still have problems with my name.

‟Martha Witschürek.”

I have to go. - Enjoy it.

Harry?

Which day?

Which film? - No film.

Everything is film.

Everything.

We don't give money.

Gudrun.

Is he here?

Hello.

Rainer...

Armin killed himself.

With sleeping pills.

On your birthday.

Maria Braun has made me world famous.

What's all this about?

You messed up nicely.

I'll have it put on the bill.

My boy.

My boy.

What are you doing here?

Leave me alone.

What about 'growing old together` and `until death do us part`?

Writing him a farewell letter to make him run through Munich...

...asking everyone what Rainer wants to tell him.

Too narrow minded, that's what you thought he was. Politically too reactionary.

But you knew that from the very beginning.

Have you ever asked Armin, what he's been through?

How shitty his youth was?

You haven't?

He grew up in a Lebensborn Home.

A sadistic dentist adopted him. As a child, he was abused badly.

Later, he envied the cattle in the slaughterhouse, as everything was over with one electric shock.

You didn't know all that?

You didn't want to know!

You didn't care that you were his great love.

His hope for a better life.

He would have gone through fire and water for you.

But you dropped him when you had enough of him.

But only your feelings count. You shit on those of others.

You specifically let me fly in from Paris, if you remember.

What I already wanted to tell you back then:

Your contribution to ‟Germany in Autumn” was the best.

Relentless, even towards yourself.

And the scene with your mother...

‟In a Year of 13 Moons.”

What is that supposed to be?

My new film.

A film about Armin?

No.

It's about a great love.

A dream that can't be lived, you know?

That movie is only possible in a city like Frankfurt.

Where money and social coldness reign.

The power of money.

Shit in the brains.

That's Germany. - Yes.

That's how the world is.

Nothing but monsters.

Only power relationships, masters and servants.

The law of the strongest.

All of them are pigs.

And you? - Me?

The greatest pig.

I would have liked to be a tall blonde with peaches complexion.

I know.

Marilyn.

Mary.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Although it isn't always easy.

I'll pay for the movie myself.

Nobody will get money.

I'll take care of camera, light, set design, script and direction myself.

The settings are the parks...

...arcades and toilets of the city.

I don't know what will happen to the film.

There's no distributor, nor production.

Whoever doesn't want to take part can leave now.

Alright, let's start.

Salem?

Salem?

Salem?

Rainer?

Are you okay?

Mary?

Mary? - What?

The film has rolled out.

Salem?

You should sleep more and take less of that stuff.

What are you waiting for? Next scene! Change of scene.

I have no time to lose.

Come on.

Listen, there's a call from New York.

The Museum of Modern Art wants to invite you to talk to somebody called... Andy Warhol.

What is it? Shall I confirm or decline it?

Well, it's a long journey. You know that, right?

No, confirm it.

Alright. Wait a second.

Who's that?

She's part of your rehab.

It can't harm you to have some normal people around you.

I don't know. - The fitness coach will come in the afternoon.

I don't need him.

He's really handsome.

You think I'll fall for such an awkward wrap around?

So?

What do you want to know, young man?

You're supposed to have financial problems.

Don't you have more interesting questions?

You're a myth.

A legend.

As long as I'm nothing more.

You're a beautiful woman.

You were...

You are a great actress.

That's what I live for.

I always felt as if I only really lived in front of the camera.

I would have done anything. Above and under water.

I follow him everywhere.

The great wizard, the rat catcher.

Film.

There are rumours about addiction problems.

Yes, those artificial paradises.

I don't need them anymore.

Do you believe me?

I haven't needed them in a long time.

And cut!

Mr. Fassbinder, how close are you to Veronika Voss?

Very close.

I feel tenderness for her.

I understand her in everything she did wrong.

She let herself be destroyed.

You've become a world famous director.

Nobody would have thought when you showed up here with your first film.

You didn't, but I did.

You have the Golden Bear now. How do you handle the fame?

Fame? Why would I still care about fame?

I want a Cuba Libre. That's cola with rum.

Thanks, that was it. The interview is over.

One more question, please.

Mr. Fassbinder will prepare for a shooting now. He hardly slept. Thanks.

The talk with Rainer Werner Fassbinder had to be interrupted.

The director had to leave for the filming location.

The director of "The Marriage of Maria Braun"...

...has been preparing his next film "Querelle" in Berlin for two months.

Brad Davis will play the lead.

Hello, Werner.

Hello.

Günther. - Günther.

How is your new wife?

What's her name again?

Marie? - Martine.

Martine. - We love each other.

I'm doing "Querelle" now.

You're here because you want a role.

You're in and may fuck Django.

Which Django?

Franco Nero? - Yes.

And I hope you'll get a hardon in front of the camera.

You're so beautiful, and make me so horny.

Don't you want to cum as well? - No, I've cum so often in my life.

Do you never sleep?

My day has 26 hours.

I have to leave now.

Please don't leave me alone.

My shift will start soon.

What's the time?

High noon!

I don't care.

Rainer.

Rainer.

What is it? Shit.

I'll call an ambulance. - No.

Rainer. - No!

It's fine again.

What's going on? Lunch break?

What? Are you nuts?

Lunch break?

We're working our butts off for you.

We're preparing everything. The set is ready.

The actors have been in their costumes and make up for hours.

Schidor is going crazy, because it costs a fortune.

And who doesn't show up or call? You're an idiot.

Where is that so called producer?

Schidor, that stupid tart.

Where are my 10,000? - Here they are, asshole.

Start now. How much do you think this shit costs me, asshole?

What's wrong? Do you want to take root?

Hurry up and get everyone together.

Günther.

Which scene? - Your favourite scene.

That's something.

At least I don't have to be bored to death.

Sound? - Rolling.

Camera? - Rolling.

End slate.

Well, Günther. Be what you are.

A real pig.

And action!

I'm the German Negro.

I'm the German Negro.

I'm the German Negro...

And cut!

Well...

Once one gives you hell, you're really good.

...the city lights...

...burning like fire In my eyes...

My next film will be "The Golden Rider".

If you behave, you'll be allowed to take part.

I always behave.

Let's watch "Kamikaze" by Gremm.

Not again. - Yes.

I like myself as the lead.

Only because you're allowed to wear the leopard suit.

Not only.

I like when I hit rock bottom.

When one has nothing more to lose.

Where is the VHS tape?

I hid it.

Maybe I should become older than I had planned.

Good idea.

And maybe go to rehab. - Live healthier and work out.

Maybe create a masterpiece.

Rainer, you shot so many good films.

But no masterpiece.

You don't create a masterpiece in a rush.

Do you know what 'Kamikaze' means?

No.

Wind of Gods.

Film and theatre director, producer, playwright and actor Rainer Werner Fassbinder who died last night,

was one of the most unconventional and most productive German filmmakers of the post-war era.

The 36-year-old was found dead in his flat in Munich this morning.

An autopsy will tell us more about the cause of death.

Fassbinder explained his diligence with, what he called, a weird need to work.

He mainly looked for his topics amongst the world of workers, petty bourgeois and outsiders.

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