Salon Kitty Page #2

- What is he?

- A gypsy.

Weak. Mediocre. No sense of race.

- Is she surely Aryan?

- Yes.

What a shame!

Susan from Berlin.

Courageous. Decisive.

Great in battle!

Unshakable belief in National Socialism!

Approved!

Are there any more?

That's all of them, Commander.

I wanted to ask you what

we should do with the rejects.

Girls can be sent to the disciplinary

and re-education centers.

The men...

Dear Klaus, we cannot leave any

mouths behind that can talk.

Except that they can still be

useful in the work camps...

...or to Dr. Savage for his experiments.

Your problem, Klaus...

...is you always want to prove

you have a better idea than anyone.

Let me repeat:
Do exactly as I told you!

- Heil!

- Heil Hitler!

Where are you going?

Who are you looking for?

They are all the same!

What scares you the most?

Is it what you eat or what you drink?

Nothing scares me.

The paintings that were hanging here

were degenerate art...

...expressionistic, French stuff...

...and Jewish culture.

Thank you.

I'd prefer a cup of tea.

Hey.

Those decadent habits of

the upper middle class!

No, quite the contrary.

Those from the upper class drink a lot.

I am angry like our Fuehrer.

Your damn middle class pride!

You haven't changed.

You are the same way you were

when you were born.

I believe in National Socialism.

Believing is not enough.

In order to be a real National Socialist...

...you have to know how to

give yourself over, your origins.

You must be able to compromise

all the way.

You have to humble yourself,

in order to be...

...reborn.

Leave.

Goodbye. Nice meeting you.

What do I have to do,

to give myself up?

You must humble yourself.

How?

Take off your underwear.

Hurry up!

Lift your skirt.

Higher.

Higher!

Much higher!

Go over there.

On your knees.

On your knees!

Like a b*tch on four legs.

And now come here!

Crawl.

Hurry up. Hurry up! Much faster!

You see, you are nothing.

Just a b*tch.

A b*tch controlled by me.

I like how you resist.

I like your dignity, your pride.

Go on.

Share yourself with me.

I'll share my power with you!

I disgust you.

Kiss me. Kiss me!

Do something, God! I am not part

of your world, right? Tell me.

You are part of a more precious world.

September 1, 1939

Declaration of war on Poland

Long live Zorro! Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Max, Klaus, Darling!

Champagne for everyone!

It's on the house.

Champagne, a kiss from Kitty!

From Kitty in person!

And discounts for the soldiers

on leave!

Are you talking about the cripples?

Oh, stop it, please!

Right now we're already dealing with

the first injuries and deaths of this war.

Young blond, romantic men suffering

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