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next to the corpses of their horses...

...or near the wrecks of their tanks!

A heroic image, right, Cliff?

Dino! If there weren't any dead,

there wouldn't be a war...

...and Germany would not be able to

win and dominate the world!

And we wouldn't be here having

champagne and such a good time.

Well said! Cliff is much more fun

than you are, dear Dino.

He makes even more sense.

His America is further away from

Berlin than my city of Naples.

My friends! Girls! Gentlemen!

Play the National anthem immediately!

Otherwise be the conductor.

You are the usual party pooper.

Come over.

Today I stopped rationing champagne.

If you are not interested in my girls,

I think you will be in the champagne.

Forgive me, Kitty, but I can't.

I have tens of thousands of things to do.

I'll send you a car.

And put what inside of it?

Girls or champagne?

Just you.

Thank you, that's flattering, darling.

But it's been a while since I stopped

offering services so that I can get killed.

Well, as I told you, if you come over,

I'll be happy.

If not, you can keep your ass

glued to the chair. Bye!

Klaus?

The Gestapo!

Are you crazy?

You let those Gestapo brings me here

like a criminal, in order to tell me what?

That you have to commit my girls,

because they are foreigners...

...and close my nightclub?

The Party needs my place.

It's not up to me.

And whom the f*** would it be up to?

Himmler, Von Riebentrop?

They are all my clients, except you.

Have they gone crazy, too?

I'll make a call to all of them immediately.

I'll show you who Kitty is!

Do you think this is the right day, Kitty?

The war has just started.

What the f*** does the war

have to do with my work?

Do you want us to wear a chastity belt

just because the war has started?

Do you want my girls to

become little red swastikas?

Wallenberg, you haven't learned

a thing from the Roman Empire.

In order to conquer the World

one must be able to laugh, sing.

Unless you have no intent to close the

brothel, only to open a singing school.

Thank you very much, Kitty.

But our valuable soldiers are already

singing about Germany's greatness.

Don't you think our valuable soldiers...

...would like to spend half an hour

in bed in order to come...

...before they leave?

But of course. But don't forget that

many of them are married.

Married!

The wives are for breast-feeding.

A soldier also wants to shoot his bullets,

not just those the army gives him.

Wallenberg. Sometimes I feel

you don't understand these things.

Is that just because I am not

interested in your whores?

But that's not the point.

There is nothing I can do.

I am sorry, Kitty.

You have to close your nightclub.

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