Finsterworld

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Pedicure Claude Petersdorf,

good morning.

Yes, we do home visits.

We usually do a neutral footbath

or you could have a scented one.

No, no. Cutting and polishing of

the toenails of course,

removal of calluses and corns,

creamy foot massage.

Sure. Just a moment,

let me take down your address.

I can't find a pen just now.

God, no.

Listen, I'm on my way to an appointment.

Would you mind calling me back later?

Hello... I know you're not supposed

to use the phone while driving...

I don't usually do this, never, I swear.

Driver's license, please.

My business hasn't been going well.

Times are hard,

so I took one tiny call this morning.

Once is one too many.

- Forty euros, and one penalty point.

- Another penalty point!

I won't be allowed to drive any longer.

I won't be able to work.

I won't be able to see my clients

in the old people's home.

They're always so glad to see me.

Well, I'm sorry for the old people.

Couldn't I possibly just give you

the forty Euros just like that?

Hold it. Wait.

Here, let me give you this foot cream.

Here, take this one too.

And this one is for your hands.

Makes them super soft.

Us men tend to forget these things.

Please take them.

And won't you take the money too?

Hey, don't you have a bag?

Yes, of course.

- Drive safely!

- Thank you!

- And next time, wear a seatbelt.

- Yeah.

Thank you.

You know this underwear

with an elephant in front?

Where the penis is

inside the front, like this?

Is someone who wears

this kind of stuff a furry?

Furries are people who wish they

really were stuffed animals. For real.

They meet at abandoned plane hangars

in their fur suits,

and they cuddle each other.

So do they have sex then?

Do they?

DUMBINIK!

God...

Oh, sexy...

It's the Navy SEALS...

There's a slight discrepancy between

your foul breath and slick hairstyle.

She's right.

You do smell a little odd today.

Yeah, right. Are you crazy?

Just kidding, buddy.

It was a perfect morning

until you two showed up.

I for one totally missed you.

Maybe you just missed

a functioning brain?

So, ready for the concentration camp,

you morons?

Yes, kind of...

Utter sh*t, if I may be so blunt.

Total waste of time.

Maybe you shouldn't have chosen

history, higher level?

- Don't really need it for studying

management, do you? - Come on, Natalie.

Do you ever miss your wife?

Not even at meals? How about mornings?

- Nope.

- Eating alone is kind of sad, isn't it?

How do you feel about that?

I don't care.

And your wife?

You don't care about her either?

- Come on, tell me.

- Nah.

You want a plate?

You cannot look into the camera

in a documentary, Mr. Malchow.

I won't be able to use any of this.

Sorry.

I forgot.

So, would you like a bite or not?

Yummy, isn't it?

Yes, it's good... Yep.

Have you ever thought about how many

hours you spend watching television?

- Nope.

- Let's say... maybe nine hours a day.

Three in the morning, three

in the afternoon, three in the evening.

Sixty-three hours a week, divided by

twenty-four. That's two and a half days.

Ten days a month.

That's a hundred and twenty days a year.

That's a third of the whole year.

That's years we're talking about.

How old are you again?

Just a second.

Hi there. Yes, hang on,

let me just quickly go next door.

It's my editor from the TV station.

Do you mind...?

No, everything is incredibly authentic.

A bit too real, I think. Scary stuff.

Yes, this is radically new,

just like I promised.

Well no, he's not quite ready

to reveal his inner self yet,

but I'll manage to get it out of him,

you know me.

What do you think about the title,

"Spaghetti for Breakfast"?

Ah well okay, just an idea...

There's this vast melancholy

to the film. Sure.

With a bit of hope as well of course...

A new neo-realism...

Yes, exactly.

Excuse me? Well, hope...

for a brighter tomorrow and...

for change

and a life beyond numbness.

Yes, exactly.

You'd like to see it by next week?

Yes sure, I can do that.

Alright, we'll talk.

Thank you for calling.

Bye for now.

Let's put tap water into

the bottles from the mini-bar.

Then we won't have to pay for them.

Good morning, Inga.

White lilies in large vases,

all over the world,

- in every single hotel room.

- Yes.

No... that's the expiry date.

Zero - five - zero - fourteen.

Yeah...

- And where's that security code?

- Always on the front with an Amex.

Excuse me, there is no flight today?

Dusseldorf. Ask about Dusseldorf!

But can't you see in the system that

we have to be in Paris tomorrow morning?

So what use is the HON membership card?

And to rent a car

and return it in Paris?

Forget it.

1900 Euros? Including the discount?

Alright,

but the highest category of car then.

And no Nazi car please.

So, no Mercedes, no Porsche, no BMW.

You only have German cars?

So be creative!

Yes, I do have an account with you.

Georg, that's disgusting!

Ouch!

15-0-4-4-4-0-4-15-4-8

Send it to my phone

and the car to the hotel's car park.

I certainly will not pick it up

in your... branch office.

That's way too depressing.

Did you get it?

Nose-hair-friend.

Good morning.

Knock, knock.

Claude!

I already wanted to go out and buy some.

I always have

this terrible appetite for sweets.

You can't buy these, Mrs. Sandberg,

because I bake them with a secret.

Always the most wonderful part.

Chamomile essence.

Makes the skin soft and supple.

Delicious.

My first husband couldn't bake at all.

He came back from Siberian camps in '53.

His hands were shattered.

I was nearly arrested on my way here.

I mean, not really...

The policeman wasn't too bad,

actually...

I have such a fundamental

fear of authorities, of...

- uniforms, violence.

- I'm the same.

You'd think the world had become

a better place, but...

the residents here are so aggressive

against anything that's different.

But still...

could you pass me the menu please?

Chicken fricassee again tomorrow.

The same every week.

But always on different days of the week

so we won't notice.

I love chicken fricassee

if it's done well.

Now lift please.

And here's the machine again.

My son Georg...

he's afraid of death.

So he's also afraid of me, of old age.

That's how I have to explain it to

myself. That's why he doesn't come.

Ah well...

But my grandson...

I miss him terribly.

Right...

Now it is all pretty again.

They do feel so much lighter.

You are an artist, Claude. An artist.

I can't tell you how much

your praise means to me.

I wanted to tell you...

about your grandson...

Well... I'm truly sorry.

Oh wow.

- Oh, my God!

- Let's hope nobody sees us in here.

- Will you look at this?

- Isn't it fantastic?

Not bad, actually.

You sit inside the bubble and don't hear

anything except this pleasant purr.

- You hear that?

- Beautiful. Soothing.

Anything irritating stays outside.

- God, it's so ugly in here.

- Everything's dulled, sealed off.

They call it psychoacoustics.

So when someone buys

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