Beware of a Holy Whore Page #2

- Fine, Jeff.

Where's the cameraman?

He refuses to work

until he's talked to you.

No problem.

Say, what is this place here?

The minister's villa.

Are you all crazy?

I want a palace

and you get me this lousy hole.

I just don't believe it.

What is this? Kindergarten?

Learn how to make films first,

you bastards.

A villa? Don't make me laugh.

If you want to get into car racing,

you have to do

a lot of rally driving

before they'll accept you.

And that costs a bomb.

He looks really old.

Who?

I think he's great.

- How are things, David?

- Fine, Jeff.

- Where's Manfred?

- Room 30.

Hello.

Hello.

How are the horses doing?

Good, thanks.

If you need anything,

just let me know.

Have you seen the set?

Have you seen the set, I asked?

- I thought you'd like it.

- It's not even a house.

Let alone a palace.

It's a miserable shack.

But who cares?

I'm flying back tomorrow.

Why?

The material wasn't on the plane.

What material?

We can't get the material

from Germany,

so we've ordered it from Madrid.

Why Madrid?

Do you think I'm shooting

with Spanish material?

There's no difference, Jeff.

Sascha.

I'll go and get him.

For once I wanted to make a film

without having

all the responsibility.

You're producing it

with my money anyway

and you're making a balls-up of it.

I must be nuts.

You all do what you like with me,

because I'm such a reasonable guy.

What's up now?

Sascha, I'm not putting up

with it anymore.

I stuff my money

down that bastard's throat,

and I don't even

get first-class material.

I'm flying home.

Book me a flight for tomorrow.

Let's talk it over.

Have you seen the faces he pulls?

What?

It's really funny.

He keeps doing this...

You're beautiful.

Really?

Yeah.

She was so brazen-faced to me.

- Who?

- Margret.

I feel really sorry for her.

For both of them really.

They're scared of getting old.

Why is Jeff having

the film produced with our money?

Ask him.

He got into this scrape somehow.

You can't ask him anything now.

He's been so strange lately,

especially to us.

Isn't he?

Yes?

Especially to our group.

Maybe you can have a word with him.

You're all from Munich?

Yes.

I'm from Rome.

I'm subhuman in your eyes, I know.

I don't understand.

You treat me like a black.

You're all so self-satisfied.

I'm an outsider for you.

You don't let me in.

You're superior beings,

because you all belong together.

Don't talk bullshit. Why not?

I can't get up enough concentration.

Oh, yeah?

I just want you to have fun.

I'm not important.

I can't anymore.

- Babs.

- Yeah?

OK, Babs, if you please.

OK, I'm going.

There's work to be done.

- Do you have any say around here?

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