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such an expensive car,

he then wants to test his new

exoskeleton to the limit, of course.

That's why there's no speed limit.

Death racing is only allowed in Germany.

So that everybody thinks they're free.

I'm starving.

We'll stop at an organic supermarket.

Can't we just go to McDonald's?

You sound just like your son.

No, we can't.

Nice how you always

decide everything for me.

Are you allowed to light me a cigarette?

So, how much

is one of these beautiful furs?

Ah well, they start at three thousand.

I'll have to write quite a few

parking tickets for that then.

A smile is the

small change of happiness.

Yes.

Thank you.

- Hello?

- Hi, there.

I was just thinking that we could do

something together this afternoon.

Just the two of us.

Cooking, talking and stuff.

I have this Thai food craving.

Could you perhaps go shopping?

I can't manage with

all my camera stuff. Alright?

Great.

Do you have a pen?

So... two cans of...

coconut milk, lemongrass,

coriander, mild fish sauce

and some small red Thai onions,

about 100 grams.

And a ripe mango would be great.

It's best if... no, not

too hard and not too soft.

Exactly.

Listen, Tom, I have to go.

Something I could use in the film

is happening here. See you later.

And don't forget the mango. Kisses. Bye.

Hey!

What are you doing?

Hi, sweetie. Is everything alright?

Are you hurt?

Where's your mom?

- Don't you have a mom? Probably

working all day, isn't she? - F*** off!

Do you know this ad for

Werther's Echte bonbons?

A boy walks into this village shop

and a voice says something like

"I still remember like it were yesterday

when grandpa gave me my first bonbon. "

This advert is so cheesy,

so annoying and mushy.

So now, every time

I see one of these bonbons,

I have to think about this ad

and how gooey it makes me feel inside.

And yet strangely cosy at the same time.

Then I'm taken over by

this feeling of unease...

like peeling scabs off a wound.

- Do you know what I mean?

- Uh huh.

I especially get this feeling with

the lyrics of German folk songs.

Take "A bird wanted to get

married," for example.

A bird wanted to get married

in the beautiful forest...

fidera-la-la...

Somehow I'm disgusted to sing it,

but then I just can't stop saying it!

Yes, and this...

- Oh no! - auf einem Baum

ein Kuckuck sa.

This... sim-sala-bim-bam-

ba-sala-du-sala-dim...

It's horrible!

You just cannot stop saying it!

I don't really know anything about it

even though my son works in advertising.

Do you think...

that people like him

who create ads

utilize this disgusting feeling

with the scabs?

Maybe other people just don't

have these feelings at all?

My grandson.

Maximilian.

Maximilian!

Now, please don't forget what

we talked about over and over again.

You have to have been to the places.

Alone,

together with other people,

again and again.

And then you understand

that you have to know and to see.

And you have to see and to know.

One cannot be separated from the other.

When you visit

a formwer concentration camp

wuthout knowing something about

the history of the camp

you won't see anything

and you'll understand nothing.

Please remember this

during our visit today.

Your boyfriend is really gross!

- He's your boyfriend, isn't he?

- Nope.

So you both read comic books,

both wear horrible specs.

Sanitation seems to be of

secondary importance.

Style of clothing: from East

German avant-garde to insane.

And apart from that: plain ridiculous.

Then how come you're on the bus

with scum like us?

Wouldn't that be something. Arriving

at the camp in Dad's Mini Cooper.

Ouch!

Excuse me, Mr. Nickel.

Yes, Maximilian?

I'm really shocked by the text

you just read, I have to say.

The inhuman, cold brutality

and the systemic annihilation...

But what I find equally shocking is

the way in which some among us

treat food like a toy

- while you talk about starving

prisoners. - You know, Maximilian,

denunciation

isn't really a virtue either.

Maybe you'd like to talk to me about it

during our visit of the camp?

Nah, I'd rather not.

I do believe you'd like to.

Very much, actually.

Would you have married me

if I had a tattoo?

No.

What if you hadn't noticed before?

You can tell by someone's character.

Someone like you wouldn't have a tattoo.

But... still.

What if it were in a spot...

where you hadn't noticed it?

What kind of a spot would that be?

Don't know.

For example...

between the buttocks.

It would have to be

directly at the butthole.

That'd be the only place

I haven't seen.

Ouch. That would really hurt

to stab in there with a needle.

- By the way, did you call

Maximilian? - No.

We agreed to call him every three

days. That was yesterday.

Why don't you call him? If I call him I

can virtually hear him rolling his eyes.

He hates me.

He's only nice to me

if he wants something. Money.

or a Mini Cooper...

- You are the one spoiling him.

- They're all spoiled.

But ours is the most spoiled.

Whatever. I haven't liked him

- since he reached puberty.

- Can you remember if with a HON card

- the frequent flyer miles expire

after two years? - That's such a fraud!

You have to collect 600,000 miles,

and then the card is

completely worthless.

Because then you can't

even get a flight.

But isn't it sort of beautiful?

Right now. Isn't it really beautiful?

Just like old times.

Franziska calling

- How's the Grner Veltliner?

- Terrific.

Austrians make

the best white wines. Films too.

Haneke, for example, or Seidl.

If only my films were more like theirs.

- Maybe you should make a film in

Austria. - That guy Malchow's

just so incredibly passive-aggressive.

It's so frustrating.

He answers every single one of

my questions with hmph or nope.

- Most people are like that, aren't

they? - That's just the problem.

If I believed that I'd have to stop

making films immediately.

There is beauty in this world, dammit,

there's love.

Just look how beautiful it is in here.

It's so depressing. There's nothing

happening in his life or I don't get it.

But isn't depressing

good in a documentary?

By the way,

what do you think about pedicures?

I thought about it

in the squad car today.

Don't you think it's incredibly gross to

scrape calluses off strangers' feet?

Or dentists who scrape petrified food

out of people's mouths?

Of all things to do as a job

that's what I'd like to do least.

I'd least like to be this person

I'm filming right now. Honestly.

That's part of the problem, really.

I can't stand the guy. You should at

least be interested in your subjects.

But this guy is just dim and moronic.

Please don't.

In fact what I am selling as authentic

is like filming into a black void.

A black void

reeking of beer and cold ashtrays.

No, stop it, Tom.

I can't do this right now, I'm sorry.

- Some coriander?

- Yes, please. Thank you.

It's horrible. I have to lie to

my editor the whole time.

and pretend that everything's under

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