Max

George! So glad you like it.

Rothman?

Who is this Rothman?

Max Rothman.

Isn't his father in...

in shoes?

Think so.

Shoes or frocks...

Shoes, frocks or stocks.

The Duke of Westminster used to own a spaniel called "Jew,"

except when his Rothschild banker came over,

then they called him "Joe."

Ooooh, champagne!

Max!

Why are you wasting this divine tipple on these swine?

Insecurity, I suppose.

Yeah, well, insecurity is the mother of an overdraft.

Hello!

Oooh. George Grosz.

I hear the sound of new money.

I'm for sale.

I might pay for this evening yet.

Come!

Take care of Grosz for me, will you, okay?

George.

George!

A moment.

Mr.Epp.

Oh...

Mrs.Epp.

I think Max would like a quick word with you.

George, do you want a drink?

Hello, hello.

So nice to see you.

Hello. I have a Monet downstairs.

Monet? Why?

Well, I thought this might be a tad too modern for you.

Are you questioning my modernity?

God, no, no.

I hate all those water lilies.

It always reminds me of a gardening catalogue.

Still, maybe you'd like to see it? Are you sure? I'll go down and get it.

I'll take the Ernst!

And who is this funny fellow who looks like a butcher?

Grosz, George Grosz.

I'll take two of him.

Excellent.

Didn't know you had a Monet.

I don't.

How are you?

Don't spiel me.

Where's your wife?

Waiting for her entrance, I suppose.

And where's that leave me?

Talented, with options.

I'm tired of options.

You're too young to be tired of options.

I'd really love to see you again.

Tell me, Max... where's the future in it?

The future?

No...

I've seen the future.

Believe me, it came straight at us. There's no future in the future.

So you might as well...

Nina... Mon amour.

Nice to see you.

Hello, darling.

How'd it go?

Hmmm, I fell out of every turn, but they seemed to like it.

Well, that's what matters. That's what counts.

It's going well?

Who knows...

Do you know what you look like?

Like your wife, I hope.

No.

Like a woman defying gravity.

That's what we do, us ladies.

I left my cigarettes at the theatre.

Poppi...

The champagne...

Poppi...

There's one more case on the sidewalk,

and these are on loan.

I'll pay you back with interest.

The 16th?

Yeah, the list...

And you?

9th...

Hussars.

Yeah, cavalry.

Where do you want it?

Thank you.

Inside the door.

Thank you, Corporal.

Is this your building?

Is this some sort of club?

I sell art.

In here?

Uh-huh.

Is that a portfolio?

Yeah...

Fork it over, Corporal, let's take a look.

What's your market, then?

Mostly modern stuff.

Oh, modern.

Like, uh, next time I have diarrhoea,

I'll take a shit on a canvas

and bring it 'round to you, huh?

You could do worse.

I certainly wouldn't reject it out of hand,

I'm open to everything.

Would you like a cigarette?

They give you cancer of the lung.

Are you a doctor?

Hullo, darling.

Ah, Liselore von Peltz, this is Corporal...

Hitler...

Adolf Hitler

Hello.

Thank you for coming.

Is she your wife?

My wife's inside.

You're a funny one.

Come in...

Have a glass of champagne.

I don't drink.

That's original.

Yes, well...

best be on my way.

Thanks again for...

the, ah, hand.

The 16th?

We were together at Ypres.

Yes, we were.

Perhaps only a few kilometres apart.

I did some modern stuff...

in the trenches.

That I would very much like to see.

You know where to find me.

Max Rothman.

Das eisern werk.

How do you like your fish, Daddy?

Mmmm... Lovely.

That was delicious.

Are you finished? You've hardly touched it.

I don't know how you stay so thin?

She has a parasite.

I don't, thank God.

Yes, yes, but tell her about that girl in the company.

Oh, Esther...

Swallowed a tapeworm.

On purpose.

A Jewish girl did this?

Isn't that fabulous?

Why?

To lose weight, Mammi.

I don't think this is dinner-table conversation.

Yes, but thank God it's lunch and we're all grown up.

I mean, as a medical man, don't you find that fascinating?

Hmmm? I mean, here is a girl who has a certain...

a certain aesthetic standard which she adheres herself to,

and her commitment...

I don't think this is an appropriate conversation.

I know, I know, it certainly isn't.

But, but wouldn't the condition be chronic?

I mean if it took, that is, Nin?

Did it?

All right,

let's talk about the weather, literally.

Have you been outside today?

Isn't it gorgeous?

I think it's what the English call an Indian summer.

But it's November.

I don't think Max is saying that it isn't, Dad.

Isn't that what they call the last days

of October... November... Indian summer?

No, no, that's autumn; what they call 'fall.'

I'm going for a stroll.

He hasn't been able to sit still since he came back.

Balls!

He was already a neuropath before the war.

Do you know what Ferdi told me yesterday?

Doctors are mostly judged by their hands.

Fucking bourgeois prick!

Our commander lost half the battalion

because he had a 'Von' before his name.

Wait, wait. So you're saying the Russians are right?

I'm just sayin' maybe we shouldn't be so quick

to judge them, maybe they're on to something.

Yeah, they're onto something all right...

They never should've killed the tsar.

Really?

Why?

Because the tsar was such a good guy?

Hey, hey...

What about those kids, did they deserve a bullet?

And that little boy...

You wanna make stew, you gotta chop meat.

And what kind of stew is that, Soldier?

Speak up.