Beware of a Holy Whore (Warnung vor einer heiligen Nutte)

PRIDE GOES BEFORE A FALL

BEWARE OF A HOLY WHORE

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, an escaped convict comes by,

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.

Wee Willy behaves terribly, 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.

I still think he's great.

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.

We start shooting tomorrow, Mr Meister.

Is there really no chance?

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!

Señor 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 bitch.

Lazy bitch, 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.

He looks really old.

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.