Beware of a Holy Whore
- Year:
- 1971
- 103 min
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A film by Rainer Werner Fassbinder
Then there's the story of Wee Willy,
the gangster.
Goofy wants to be a children's nanny,
so he borrows some clothes
from his Aunt Anna.
A red-and-white checked
calico dress and a big hat.
He pretends to be a kindergarten
teacher, which doesn't work out,
because the kids all say they've
never seen such a queer teacher.
When Goofy gets beaten up by the kids
in despair,
he throws the clothes in the bin.
At that moment,
Wee Willy, the gangster.
He's no bigger than
a three-year-old girl.
He finds Goofy's clothes in the bin
and puts them on.
On his way home,
Goofy bumps into Wee Willy
wearing his aunt's clothes.
He takes the little girl home,
because he thinks the poor mite
doesn't have a home.
They go home and he serves up
pheasant and partridges
and a whole goose
and Wee Willy stuffs himself full.
Goofy's pretty surprised
at the little girl's appetite.
But he's mighty pleased, too,
and thumps his fists on the table.
but at last Goofy is enjoying himself
looking after a child.
During the night,
the house is surrounded by gangsters.
No, not by gangsters, by police.
They storm the house
and find Wee Willy.
They recognise him
despite what he's wearing.
Goofy's amazed and asks
what they want of the poor girl.
"This is terrible. What has she
done? Poor little orphan."
The police explain to him that
it's Wee Willy, a wanted criminal.
And as the police carry Willy out,
ranting and raving, Goofy says,
"It must have been a shock
for the poor little girl
"to find out she's a crook."
Look how he gives him a light.
Thanks.
Surely it's possible
to get a number in Stuttgart.
Yeah, I'll wait.
David.
I'm busy.
Room 23.
Hanna.
It's Fred.
- They all belong to the same clique.
- Who?
Hanna, Ricky,
David, Fred,
the girl with the curly hair there.
You need to clean your teeth.
Stop mauling me.
And Kosinski.
They're a kind of commune.
What's a commune?
They all live with each other.
Mr Meister.
No, no,
in Munich the cheque will be...
OK, I'll phone again later. Thanks.
It makes me sick.
Another repressed queen.
- Who?
- Our coach.
I've drawn up the wake-up call list.
Idiot. We don't have the material,
and you're making a wake-up list.
There's no need to shout at me.
I'll shout at you if I want.
Where's Mandig?
You have to wait for the supertrip.
Then a feeling of
great tranquility overcomes you.
When I came down
from a trip like that once
I experienced what it was
like in the womb.
When's Jeff due back?
Candy!
Seor Candy!
Damn it! Whenever I want to
ask you something, I have to shout.
What the hell are you
unit manager for?
Don't you realise
how much I like you?
Come on. Get up.
I hate you, you satyr.
You, too, you witch.
I could have done that.
Shut your mouth, Koberle.
I'm as quiet as a mouse.
He's probably ancient.
Who knows? There was a race steward
in Le Mans who was 60,
but he was really with it.
- How much?
- 1200 metres.
You're all bastards!
Arseholes.
What's the matter?
They're all so nasty.
Come on, now.
Let's have a drink.
Everything's going wrong.
We're not getting the material
from Germany.
The cheque has bounced.
OK. Right.
Someone will publish my book.
You reckon?
Otherwise I'll start
an international hash ring.
That's pretty dangerous.
Luck's on my side.
I don't know what he sees in Eddie.
Money...
Can you see him as a box office draw?
Ah, what do we know?
I do my job and that's all.
I like that Spanish lighting guy.
He's gay.
You think so?
Let's wait and see.
The place is crawling with gays.
Charlie.
What happens if the material
doesn't turn up in time?
They've cashed the drafts.
I thought they'd wait a few days.
- Babs.
- Yes?
Go up and write the call sheet.
Care to do some work?
Or do you earn your money sleeping?
- Nothing I do is right.
- Don't keep answering back.
- He doesn't know when to stop.
- That's nothing new, darling.
Hello, Margaret. I hope you're well.
Yes, thanks, Mark.
I'm well, too, thanks.
May I sit down?
Sure.
The English dialogue...
Just a moment.
We have to coordinate
the English and German dialogue
- for the German dubbing.
- That's obvious.
Just do your job,
and they'll leave you alone.
They won't let me do my job.
- Are you from Germany?
- Yes.
Margaret, my German
is not good enough to do it alone.
Thanks.
- Who?
The lighting guy.
If only I knew
what I'm meant to look for.
The director of the film
isn't even here yet.
The director has to cast
the smaller roles.
No understand.
Jeff, hello.
But you...
No, Jeff...
Yeah, sure I understand...
But let's at least...
But...
We can talk about it again...
Ricky.
Come on, get a move on.
He's coming,
but doesn't want to make the film.
Says he's spoken with people
in Germany, Schlondorff, Lemke...
- He says one of them will do it.
- No, I won't have that.
What shall I do with the bar?
Damn it.
Here, give it to me.
Shall I get some drinks?
- A coffee, please.
- Anyone else?
Do some work, you lazy b*tch.
Lazy b*tch, yourself. Everyone thinks
they can push me around.
- Where's Ricky?
- Down by the sea.
Who with?
- How are things, Hanna?
- 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.
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.
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