In the heat of World War II, the Berlin Philharmonic, led by Wilhelm Furtwängler, risks their lives to perform Beethoven's Symphony No. 7. As they play the second movement, the erotic tension builds between the musicians, their eyes locked, fingers dancing on strings and keys. The maestro's baton becomes a phallic symbol, conducting their forbidden lust. The violist's bow strokes mimic the motion of fucking, while the flutist's breathy notes mimic the sounds of ecstasy.