Bent

Mm.

Want some of this?

I'll see you later.

Max.

Here.

- Max. - Hello, stranger.

- It's all there. - Thanks.

Hey.

It's mine.

'Who's that? - It's Max.

So passionate.

How are we doing then, girls?

- Champagne. - Give me that!

Greta, darling!

Greta!

- He's your man. - That's my boy.

Hey!

Get off.

Streets of Berlin

I must leave you soon

oh, will you forget me?

Was I ever really here?

Find me a bar

on the cobblestone streels

where the boys are pretty

I cannot love for more than one day

but one day is enough

in this city

- get off. - Find me a boy

with two ocean blue eyes

and show no pity

take out his eyes

he never need see

how they eat you alive

in this city

Streets of Berlin

will you miss me?

Streets of Berlin

do you care?

Streets of Berlin

will you cry out?

Vanish

nto thin air?

Greta!

Greta, darling!

- Hey. What's the problem? - Sit down!

Watch it!

You two.

Come on.

I'm a rotten person.

Why am I so rotten? Why do I do these things?

He is gorgeous, though, isn't he?

I don't remember anything. Did we have a threesome?

Well, maybe the two of you had a threesome.

Hello.

Morning.

I look silly.

Not now.

This place-

yes?

Well, it's really-

The country will be nice.

- What"s the country? - The house.

Your house. Y-your country house.

How do we get to the country?

- A car. - Mine?

- Shit! - Rosen!

Our landlord. We owe a lot of rent.

Rent? I-I thought you were rich.

Rich?

- Well, you told me you were rich. - I was joking.

Listen, you don't happen to have any extra cash, do you?

Don't make jokes. I don't like jokes.

You don't want me with you. Is that it?

Maybe I'm not good enough for you. Not rich enough.

My father made watches. That's not so wonderful.

Is it, baron?

- Baron? - Baron?

Him.

No!

Ah!

- Fuck! - Hold him!

Greta!

Gracious!

Still alive?

I'm impressed.

Love your streetwear.

Over now.

Ciao.

Is it safe? What?

For us to go home.

You fucking queers,

don't you have any brains at all?

No, it's not safe. “Who was he?

- Who was who? - The blonde boy.

Wolfgang granz.

Guess who his boyfriend was.

- You're not guessing. - Gretal

Karl Ernst.

Who's Karl Ernst?

What kind of world do you live in?

Aren't you girls ever curious about what's going on?

Greta, don't lecture. Who's Karl Ernst?

George, actually. What?

I'm George now.

Karl Ernst was Von helldorf's deputy.

I suppose you have no idea who Von helldorf is?

Second in command of the storm troopers, immediately under Ernst r6hm.

Ha, ha, ha.

Oh, Ernst r6hm, I know him.

He's, uh, that fat queen.

Friend of Hitler's, runs around with a lot of beautiful boys.

Goes to all the clubs.

Rudy, shut up.

- Why? - Just shut up.

Mein fuhrer had r6hm murdered last night,

and all of his friends

and their friends

and their tricks.

And whoever happened by.

So queer is out. Queer is dead.

Rat-a-tat-tat.

You just pulled the wrong guy.

We can explain it to someone. It's not as if we knew him.

Hello. Hello, darling.

- So how about you? - Me?

Everyone knows that I'm not queer.

I've got a wife and kids.

I've had every whore on this street.

I'm just an average kind of guy.

Bye-bye now.

Where are you going?

Prayer.

- How much? - How much what?

How much did they give you?

What a desperate thing to say.

Here, take this.

No, we don't want it.

- Shut up, Rudy. - Stop telling me to shut-

shut up!

It's not enough.

If they catch us, I'll name names.

Ooh, a threat.

I'm utterly terrified.

Here. I'm a true Christian.

I won't say a word to the gestapo

until the service is over.

Ciao.

I'm not leaving Berlin.

- We have to. - No, we don't have to.

I've paid up for dance class for the next two weeks. I can't leave.

Why did you have to take him home?

You've ruined everything.

Go back to your fucking dance class!

They can shoot you in the middle of an arabesque.

Don't leave me.

Move out of the way.

Where will we go?

What is it?

Do you love him?

- What? - The dancer.

Christ.

I just feel responsible.

Fluffs can't afford that kind of responsibility.

- Why are you laughing? - That word.

“Fluffs.”

Damn!

We aren't allowed to be fluffs anymore.

We aren't even allowed to kiss or embrace.

Or fantasize.

They can arrest you for having fluff thoughts.

Oh, uncle Freddie.

It's not funny.

I think geraniums are best.

The family takes care of me.

But you.

Throwing it in everyone's face.

No wonder they don't want anything to do with you.

Oh, maximilion, take the ticket.

I need two.

But I haven't the right dress for the dance.

Look... over there.

- Cute. - I suppose.

Think he's a fluff?

Don't care.

Except the baritone.

You've been on the run since '34.

Over a year with that dancer.

The family knows all about it.

You can't live like that.

- Please. - I need two tickets.

- I can't get two. - I can't get two.

Oh, get out, get out.

How about a deal?

Two tickets to Amsterdam, two new identity cards.

Once we get to Amsterdam, I'll ditch him.

The family can have me back.

Maybe they don't want you back.

It's been ten years.

They want me. It's good business.