I am going to burn down the cinema on Nazi night.
And if I'm going to burn down the cinema, which I am,
we both know you're not going to let me do it by myself.
Because you love me. And I love you.
And you're the only person on this earth I can trust.
But that's not all we're going to do.
Does the filmmaking equipment in the attic still work?
I know the film camera does. How about the sound recorder?
Quite well, actually.
I recorded a new guitarist I met in a cafe last week.
It works superb. Why do we need filmmaking equipment?
Because, Marcel, my sweet,
we're going to make a film. Just for the Nazis.