Hotel Lux

This is the night sky from the 1939th

This makes for most no difference.

But for astrologers he's like tomorrow's newspaper,

which can be read today.

If there were this newspaper, I would like to subscribe to,

because never were my stars so bad.

When I thought of stars so far, I thought of Hollywood,

of good cognac and hotels.

Yes it may not always be the same five-star hotels.

There are nice hotels around the world,

3 or 4 stars, sometimes only. 2

But this place here has only one star.

This would have a need to make even skeptical.

Welcome to the Mecca of communism, welcome to Moscow.

Here they live, Communists from all over the world.

High officials, many German,

who had to leave their homes because they were communists.

Here the foundation is poured for the big communist world building.

My name is Hans Zeisig. I am not a communist, I'm a comedian.

But why I hang here is anything but funny.

My story begins in January 1933 in Berlin.

With the most decent, most humorous, most wonderful person,

I ever allowed to call me friend.

But his political stance made me a little worried.

Communism is the only way out of the mess.

Your beard is crooked. - Can you give a laugh.

Do not we have enough? - laughs you can never have enough.

We were the stars in vaudeville Valetti.

And while there Communists and Nazis fought,

our program hit like a bomb.

Who starts?

I! I begin. I always catch on!

Remember: He started it.

Sunny day, blissful days, beating heart and the motor is a blow,

laughing goal, laughing start and beautiful trip.

Rome and Madrid, we conquer you so life goes for two in a tumble!

Across the sea, on the land, we realized that:

A friend, a good friend,

that's the most beautiful thing there is in the world.

A friend is always a friend, and if the whole world collapses.

So be not grieved even if your sweetheart no longer loves you.

A friend, a good friend, this is the greatest treasure there is.

And dance! Do you see the red?

I see only black. - You look always black.

One must be blind not to see them.

I do not dance to your tune!

A friend, a good friend,

that's the best ... - You think this is funny?

Take care of your stuff, Kessel. - Take out the number.

Freedom of expression, Kessel.

That's why Hitler doesn't hang around here.

you have put it on the wall. - I'll hang him.

You laugh, Meyer, they love it! - Still, Zeisig, yet.

Good boy! Good boy!

Mental perversion!

Comparing the leader with this Bolshevik criminal!

They heard a speech by Dr. Goebbels.

Our future propaganda minister with a dog!

Hold your breath.

Heil Hitler! (Laughter)

The monkey is unfortunately good.

Tell me, Valetti is a stage name.

but you are called Goldberg, right?

It stinks here anyway.

Kessel was an actor.

He tried to compensate for his lack of talent with a Nazi Party membership.

The number of the crafty Jew was a matter of taste.

But Valetti had to intersperse such numbers.

So that the Nazis didn't take apart his place.

I can't stand this swine anymore. Oi, Violence!

The would have come before us. - The would not come.

I'm going to Valetti and thump his fist on the table.

Only the monkey, the Hetznummer, we.

No, you throw out the Nazi.

Or even 4, 5 numbers for us. It sounds complicated, but it is not.

I'll show you once ... - I thought you want more salary.

As it should be for as two lubricating comedian.

And you want my umschmeißen to balance hard-working program!

We are just actors who think for themselves. - Then you'd be at the Schauspielhaus.

Is that the new balance? - Human Meyer, det is you!

Oh ... Yes ... - Yes.

Before I adorn myself with the real, I'll prefer the imitation. - All right.

But since you mentioned it, how about small ne Gagenerhö ... - Get out!

Nice did you aufn table carved. - but 's very good conversation War.

What's that? - What does it look like?

'n Witzebuch?

I'm in the KP. - Jew alone you probably no longer enough.

Dying alone is not enough for me. And if the catch me,

I'll take 'n few of the pigs. - Then they catch you.

And then I'll take with a few of the pigs.

And so from my friend Meyer , a street fighter.

His passion for the theater waned. He arrived just too late.

And I, I was pissed.

shit mastic! Does not stick. - Grump on and I'll wood glue.

I play it today with sunglasses. perhaps puts' s trend among dictators.

So I come not to. - Be glad I'm there at all.

game you but to Hitler. - Nothing easier than this:

Small beard, wet debate, roaring, rolling "R", done.

But Stalin 's difficult character! - Hans.

This is my last appearance today, I go into the ground.

Where gehste out? - In the underground, I have no choice.

But Hollywood! Meyer, remember?

The two of us, only Berlin, then the whole world.

Read it, what is written here. JBW silver Steen, talent scout.

Let's be good. - Hollywood.

H-o-l-l-y-wood!

Why are not you already there? - Because he has not called.

In Wedding's has popped today.

The red pigs have gotten on your face right one. - Here.

And you, take that thing off! Nope! - Crap!

The war I never covered. - On the stage!

Well, Quasimodo? Foretaste of what is to come.

Hey, hey! Stop!

On the appearance! Holy shit. - Now you're an tuned!

Yes! Hail Hitler!

Here is just for artists. - We are artists.

Stop! Freeze!

If 'n autograph for me?

For sure. - Not her. You!

Oh. Yeah, right.

As you have given it the crafty Jews, great. New number?

Yes. - Please check with "leaders" sign.

The comrades who will roll around.

Thank you! Pen!

Hail Hitler! - Hail Hitler!

I'd also like one.

My best friend.

See you soon.

Haste the papers?

Just go straight to the street and screaming loudly's out!

Good.

What can Sun 'n mustache.

May one?

Well, in any case.

I saw you on stage. They were funny. - I saw you in the stalls.

They laughed and were very nice. I'll be ready.

I do not understand.

You know you want perform night company a lonely artist today?

They thought I am a fan, as the Americans say? You poor guy.

Ah, our Dutch comrade. - Where are you, comrade?

Genossin? - Frida of YPES.

comrade. - You also?

I only Please bang the papers. - Oh ...

Can you trust him? - You can?

Under torture, I betrays everything. - Does he mean that?

Mass parties I suspect.

Masses interest him only at the box office.

I'm in 'its party. I am the founder and only member.

The Egoistenpartei. I know. Since you are but certainly not the only member.

Well then good luck. I wait in the car for you.

If you even do not know where.

I have an excellent shellac record collection.

You can not make it, huh? - She is great. - Yes.

You know where to find me. - You should also disappear.

In a year of nightmare is over. - If you are not there times wrong.

I'll wait for you here. - waiting too long.

Take care. - Take care Meyer.

Siggi?

You're the best Hitler, has it ever been.

Soon after, the Reichstag burned. For the Nazis, it was the Communists.

You created a list of all the important figures of the Communist Party.

And chased them.

Three years later, the fate drove Frida right into my arms.

She came inconvenient, because I showed a colleague just my record collection.

However, I've never had a woman as quickly in my bed as her.

Are you alone?

Who are you?

Frida. - Who is the woman?

Lisa. I'm his sister.

Lisa! Where have you been so long? - I have to go into hiding for a night.

I should have known. My mother always warned me against such men.

Where is Meyer? - I dont know.

I'm very tired. I need urgently to sleep and here I'm sure.

What makes you think they aren't looking here?

You are a harmless clown. - Oh, harmless.

In these times, a nice compliment. - You are not on the list.

That reassures me somehow. - You're a pacifist.

That's a great luxury in these times. - Yes, I love the luxury.

And you, I see, too.

An heirloom.

I've given up a lot.

If you want to change the world, one has to make sacrifices. And you?

Why are you still here? - I'm waiting for Meyer.

Someone has to be there so when he returns.

The Germans set up camp because the prisons are not enough,

and sing songs? - Someone has to sing, yes.

You are a coward. - Yes.

And I am even so.

I had a family crest, it would be the trembling hare.

I would not play.

Negro music. If you have neighbors who might call the Gestapo.

If we had met each other only under different circumstances.

Under other circumstances, we would not know each other.

I would never have intercourse with someone like you.

Where can I lie down? - Take the bedroom quiet.

I lay me times on the hard carpet.

Or I push myself along the two uncomfortable chairs.

Maybe I lay me in the cold tub or on piano.

Come here! Your bed is big enough.

Proletarian families live in spaces that are sometimes less than this bed.