Closer to the Moon Page #7

We are not anti-Semitic..

...but we cannot be indifferent

to the threat of Zionism either.

We will have to use innuendo

and I'll be counting on Maestro

Flaviu's experience for this.

- Hmm?

- Oh, yes, yes. Yes, of course, we... we must be subtle.

I want them to look so smug

and glamorous

that the man on the street will

consider them a personal insult.

Madam, will you allow

me this dance?

Now that you're gonna be

in a film, you'll be famous.

I want to tell my friends I

danced with a movie star.

I'm afraid I'd stomp

on your toes.

What's that, sweetheart?

Well, let's see if you

have any talent.

- Do you know any poetry?

- No.

Now, don't tell me you don't

know a single poem.

Everybody knows at least

one poem by heart.

Right, let's see what

poems you know.

I mean, you're all great

f***ing artists, aren't ya?

So get reciting or I'll cut off your

kosher pickled d*cks one by one.

All you f***ing outlaws, have

I made myself clear?

I want to hear a poem! Now!

5,000 pages in those files and

still one question left unanswered.

Why?

Why did they do it?

As the poet says,

"What drove them into battle?"

The Party has driven

us all into battle.

Workers and peasants united at

last, class-struggle sharpens.

We're no longer cattle, we're

communists saying farewell to the past!

Lights out in 2 minutes.

I say we refuse.

What can they do?

Execute us twice?

At least we won't get

humiliated.

Are you thinking about escaping?

No.

If they do decide

to take us outside

the security will be twice

as tight as it is in here.

Let's refuse then.

What do we gain by refusing?

I already told you.

We don't get humiliated.

You're obsessed

with humiliation.

Too bad you don't have

a mirror right now.

You'd be amazed at

how dignified you look.

At least I opened my mouth.

You didn't.

Hey!

What is this?

Dignity, humiliation,

escapes, violin strings.

Sunshine, comrades.

Fresh air.

Green grass, girls

in summer dresses.

That's what we're talking about.

Sasha, tell the others

the four of us

are taking a few trips outside,

beginning tomorrow.

If they want to send any messages,

they better get writing.

Hey, got any letters?

Write them now.

So, gentlemen, are we ready

for our close-ups?

Can I have a lemonade?

Oh, would you give the lady

your lemonade, please?

Thank you.

Theo, can you go check

on the film stock?

George!

How are you, old chap?

Marcu! Cristescu!

What's going on, boys?

They're putting you

out of pasture?

Let's see.

What have we got?

Hmm. Nationale.

Not bad!

Stolen.

What are you doing?

Are you filming me?

No, I was just preparing.

I was just lining up my...

Don't film me without

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