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control and that I know what I'm doing.

Maybe you should look

for a different topic then?

Like what for example?

Animal documentaries.

Something like... something cute.

Squirrels looking for nuts...

or something dangerous.

Lions in Africa lying in wait for zebras

at the waterhole.

Because cute or dangerous

is never boring.

That's really cute and all.

But that's not why I love films.

I don't care about animals

hanging around at the waterhole.

That has absolutely nothing to do

with me and my world.

Neither has this dull guy

in his unemployment misery.

So it's the same as filming animals.

Just they look a lot better

doing nothing.

I keep thinking about the empty street

corner in Antonioni's L'eclisse.

There are these two people,

and you think they're in love.

And in the end they have no feelings

for each other. Do you understand?

Neither of them comes

to the meeting point in the end

and not because one of them

loves the other one more,

but simply because no one cares.

That's what I want to show.

But that's what's really dull, when

people don't have feelings any longer.

And filming empty street corners is the

dullest thing of all. - Honestly, Tom,

- you don't have a clue

what you're talking about. - Why not?

I don't pretend to know anything

about your job, do I?

Traffic rules, level of fines,

payload, tow hitch...

Look, I know

you're under a lot of pressure.

But that's no reason to be so spiteful.

I know, I'm sorry.

I got you a little something.

Oh man.

Go on, open it.

Did I forget something?

An engagement ring, perhaps?

Footcare green.

Invigorating footcare.

Footcare blue.

A silky footbath and...

toenail protection liquid.

These are all foot products.

Yeah.

Is there something about my...

did you...

I thought I'd do you a favor.

Since you're up on your feet all day.

- Stupid idea, was it?

- No, thank you.

Thanks, you're very sweet.

- I just have to learn

how to take time out, don't I? - Yep.

We don't want you to

go daft in your own stink

on Hitler's Autobahn.

So we'll take a ten-minute break.

Heil Hitler, Mr. Nickel.

Judging by the level of your jokes it is

a perfect moment for some fresh air.

Don't forget to relieve yourselves.

Relieve yourselves.

God, isn't Germany beautiful?

Public toilets are disgusting,

don't you think?

Yes. Urinals, especially.

I'm always afraid of

other people's bacteria

swimming up the arc of my pee

like salmon.

I always cover the entire

toilet with paper towels.

One layer goes on top of the water

to retain surface tension,

so that it doesn't splash.

The worst diseases:

gonorrhea, swine flu.

Typhus, meningitis,

encephalitis, bilharziosis.

Hey Dominik, you got any toilet paper?

Yuck, not on the floor.

I have to wipe myself with that.

Who are you talking to in there?

If it were my gas station, I'd sell

homemade chocolate chip cookies

- not this junk.

- Right!

With fake wood paneling

and sixties lampshades.

And cheesecake

and a groovy lounge area.

Yeah, why not?

And it would be called...

McSimilian.

You're a genius.

And you like to think small.

Yeah.

So could I borrow

the small sum of one Euro?

What do I get in return then?

For one Euro...

I'm known to do pretty much anything.

Kiss, kiss.

Forgot something?

Could you do me a favor?

Depends.

I don't want to go see

this concentration camp.

- I'd rather stay here. - You'll have to

get Nickel to let you, won't you?

Couldn't you just count off for me?

And let Natalie know?

I don't know...

I'll write next week's essay for you.

- You'll just have to read it out loud.

- Really?

Yes.

Okay, deal.

Natalie.

- Dominik wanted to let you know that

he's gone home again. - How come?

Didn't feel like coming along.

It's okay, don't worry.

You know the drill.

Stephan?

Here.

Marie?

Look.

Oh wow.

Surreal that there really is

a sign on the highway:

concentration camp this way.

Where's Dominik?

- Wasn't he sitting next to you?

- He's on the toilet.

Jonas, this bus has no toilets.

I was talking about the toilet...

- back at the gas station.

- Excuse me?

He... wanted to go back.

I'm supposed to tell you...

that... he left.

And you remembered to tell me this now,

all of a sudden?

Who answered

when I called out his name?

Alright, I see.

If nobody admits to it then all of you

will be punished collectively.

Kind of sounds exactly like

where we're headed to...

You seem very smart, Maximilian,

but you're putting your intelligence

to idiotic use.

So...

was it you?

No.

I'm warning you.

It wasn't me, alright? I swear.

You can't be serious.

Are you planning on behaving like

in a kindergarten

at the elite universities

you're aiming for, too?

Maximilian.

Jonas.

Dominik told me he wanted to go back.

Don't know why either.

Why didn't you tell me?

Alright.

Write a twenty-page essay on

Marinus van der Lubbe

and the Reichstag fire. Due Tuesday.

Otherwise,

you'll be marked down one grade.

And going from D to an E

won't end very well for you.

F*ggot pig.

Hi, beetle.

What a nice color you have.

Where are you going?

Me?

I don't know. I...

I'm kind of on the run.

I mean, not really...

But I want to get away from it all...

You know, with us humans,

it's like this:
you are born,

and then you're a child

and curious about everything.

And the older you get,

the more disappointed you become.

You become more closed-minded.

More and more insensitive, hardened,

indifferent and dulled.

You're right, absolutely.

It's like being dead.

Only you're still breathing

I'm not sure, do beetles even breathe?

Do you even have a lung?

Anyway, that's why I want to get away.

You've got to go too, right?

Toilets in the Third World,

no matter how dirty they are,

are never as gross as toilets in Europe.

The worst is Paris. Parisian restaurants

are always nice and plush,

but if you got to the toilet, which is

usually right next to the kitchen,

there is sh*t smeared everywhere.

But it's all okay,

after all, you're in Paris.

And you can say you've been there

and Sofia Coppola too.

And Europe is much cleaner than Africa.

- By the way, I have to pee.

- Want me to stop at the next rest stop?

Rest stop?

Dead bodies of raped hitchhikers.

Don't you watch television?

It's creepy.

Let's stop at the field over there.

- It's your mother.

- Makes my mood take a nosedive.

Oh yeah? And what doesn't?

Freshly starched bedsheets.

Claude. I'm sorry for

calling out of the blue like that.

No, no... not at all.

I just thought...

you know...

wouldn't it be possible, I mean...

Could you come visit me?

I mean right now.

This is hard for me to say, but...

I feel so terribly lonely.

Do you believe in God, Claude?

Oh... I don't know.

In something more... yes.

How to put it?

Something larger than ourselves...

Why?

No reason.

- You think I'm ridiculous, don't you?

- No, not at all.

I have to be able

to believe in something.

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