Frankfurt: The Face of a City (Frankfurt Kaiserstraße)

I'm so sorry, Susanne, you didn't find your uncle.

While you happen to be in Frankfurt.

Normally, I know where he's at.

- But today... - Doesn't matter.

We'll be back sometime.

Say hello to Uncle Ossi, Tonino, but we have to drive back.

- Where's your bike? - At the gambling room.

Well, he would have been pleased, Susanne,

to meet your friend Rolf, your uncle.

Be careful.

- Where's Aldo? - Upstairs, in the pool hall.

Jürgen.

Oh...

You like to play, Aldo, right?

Why? What's up?

You know, our boss doesn't like it,

you mucking up his turf with the teen prostitutes.

And besides, I told you yesterday,

that his company, City Invest, bought this house right here.

That's why I sent you a new contract,

you should sign by noon today.

Double monthly rent

and a fifty percent commission. I'm informed.

And? Did you sign?

I didn't sign.

The old contract is still valid for another year.

- Is this your last word? - Yes, Billy.

Tell your boss Johnny, it's my final word.

Me? You can't double-cross me.

Too bad, Aldo. I thought you and your people would be smarter.

Very nice of you.

- Keep on playing. - Thanks, buddy.

- So long, friends. - Good bye, Aldo.

Sascha, you need to take care of it. That's your job.

Okay, I cut off his dick.

This won't settle the issue.

You can't pack in Klewer, he is better organized.

You going to make a call today.

Okay, I'll do it.

So please let me finish the game now, yes?

Crazy, such a city, right?

- What did you say? - I said, crazy,

- such a city. - Better than our dump.

That wore me out.

- Bye. Till tomorrow. - Take care. Till tomorrow.

What kept you so long? If had something to say I...

But you don't have anything to say.

Get in, your old man is pissed.

Good evening, pops.

Tramp! When I'm telling you to be home at nine,

I mean nine o'clock, not ten o'clock!

Where did you loiter away with this Bäumler?

I don't want you to start posing!

We have discipline in my house. Keep it in mind!

- What's with you? You're coming? - Mh-hm.

Relax!

- Not, Rolf. - What is it?

Today's my last day. Tomorrow, I have to go to the army.

That's why I skipped graduation ceremony.

I love you. I want to stay with you forever.

If only those damn 15 months were already over.

Rolf! What's with you? We need to go!

Where are you?

I can't imagine being without you.

Where are you, Rolf?

- Crap, I forgot. - What's going on here?

But Rolf, what will people think of us?

And especially Mr. Klausen if he learns you're with his daughter.

Susanne, now. Get out there!

Susanne stays here, father. You understand?

Take your things!

Get dressed!

Tell me, Rolf,

are you mad?

When Mr. Klausen learns

that you have something going on with his only daughter.

He'll give you hell.

- And me too! - Alas.

Susanne and me want to be together for good,

and to live like we want to. Living free.

And without considering what you stiffs here think.

Boy, if I talked to my father like that...

If you had talked to your father like this, you wouldn't sit here anymore.

But... those were completely different times!

What's it to me? I'm living right now!

Susanne, where have you been? Your father and Doris just drove off.

I don't care, I didn't want to see anyone.

I thought I might find you here.

The old man doesn't want me to be with you.

He's happy when I'm in the army. Get on the bike.

Susanne is coming.

Leave it. She's going to her room.

Good evening.

What's up with you? Where are you coming from?

You weren't at the graduation day at school.

A classmate brought your school certificate.

Close you fly before you talk to me.

Don't be so sassy!

Actually, you should respect your father more.

What do you have to say to me?

No need to look askew at Doris,

because we going to get married.

Very soon. You got me?

I sick of wasting away as a widower.

I have every right to do this.

Or must I ask my daughter for permission?

I don't need to allow you anything and you don't need to forbid me anything.

I don't care if you sleep with our saleslady.

But if you want her to become my stepmom

and this stupid cow thinks she can nag and teach me lessons

than you are dead wrong. I don't want anymore. For good!

I'm running off. I want my freedom!

So just leave! Get out that door!

Susi.

Susi!

Don't do this to me. What are the neighbors going to think?

Don't make such a fuss, last night wasn't that bad.

I think it's the best for us if I'm leaving.

I know you want to be free, and I can't keep you here

against your will, but...

Take at least this from me. Otherwise they say, I'll let you leave

- without a dime. - That's not necessary.

I know what I owe you as your father.

If you only knew that before.

- You know where you want to go? - To Frankfurt, to uncle Ossi.

- To this gay? - Maybe he is more understanding

of me than you ever were.

Fucking freedom.

Don't get upset, Hans, she'll be back.

Whatever.

- Take care, my boy. - It'll be okay, mother.

Get in, please!

Doors are closing!

Okay then. Send father my regards.

Rolf!

Susanne!

Ricki, can't you look for customers a few meters down the street?

Get in here and stretch your legs a little with me.

I show you a fashionable dance. Shnick, shnack...

Shnick... Hi, my darling.

Yes. Yes, that's it. Shnick. Shnack.

Stop the shnick shnack, honeybee.

Come, clean up. Get rid of this mess.

And you get to work, you disreputable one.

Little Susanne is going to be here any minute.

Susanne comes at 4.

Is that all for today?

I didn't make a lot of money today.

Because you're always dawdling, rummaging around.

Come on, go.

We have to go to the apartment.

- Bite me. - And get dressed properly.

I don't want you to show up in a doll shirt like this.

You gave me this doll shirt yourself, in Honolulu,

with 'Say it with flowers, my dear'.

That wasn't in Honolulu, that was in L.A. 30 years ago.

You were turning tricks back then, as a baby.

Yes, 30 years ago I was a baby, but you were already an old drag queen.

Are you planning on greeting the kid like this?

Why? I am dressed quite mannerly.

This is the most subtle gear I got, you know that.

It's quite basic.

At least for the welcome, you should dress up as a guy.

Minou.

You know what?

I could wear my maroon Bermuda shorts,

the ones I bought last week.

It highlights my tender loins.

But please those without flowers.

You see any flowers on it? Ex-hustler!

Get ready! We gotta go.

Eyes front!

Stand to attention!

One, two, one, two, one, two.

A song!

- What's your name? - Rolf Bäumler.

Rolf Bäumler?

Private Bäumler from now on.

Well, Bauer?

Tell me, what's that for a rag up there?

We are still learning to make the beds, right?

- What's your name? - Private Kollberg.

And this jacket needs to be on a clothes hanger,

Private Bäumler!

Been too long on mummy's lap,

always getting mothered.

These times are over! Right, Mr. von Bülow?

Private Bäumler, now we gonna man you up here!

- Pardon me. - You're always this passionate?

Stop yapping, Benny! Get the order over there!

Yes! They'll get their stuff!

Tell me, you need help?

Yes, I'm looking for number 24.

That's where I live.

- Where do you need to go? - To Klausen.

The fags? What are you doing there?

What do you mean, fags? This is my uncle Ossi.

I see. Okay, come with me, I'll bring you there.

I'm sure you gonna really like it here in Frankfurt.

- Right, Benny? - For sure!