German Angst Page #2

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Again!

Get up, Polish c*nt!

Now comes the best part.

- Did you have fun?

- Yes a lot.

Jens!

Are you stupid or deaf?

What's happening to you?

It means something.

What's happening to you?

We have no time for your

f***ing letters.

No! No!

Please, give him some paper.

Don't do that!

You're scaring me!

- Show him.

- "I'm Jens."

- I don't understand. What the

f*** does that mean? "I'm Jens!"

Brilliant, man!

You could be an actor!

Hello, Jens. I am Joseph Goebbels!

And this is getting boring.

What do we do with her?

We'll take you to the land of pain!

Hey, Jens.

Come on, wake the f*** up.

Wake up.

Bring her.

What's wrong with Jens, Hilda?

I have no idea, he's always been strange.

- What do you want?

- Come on! Walk!

Walk! Go! Move!

Sit down, now! Sit down!

Are you done spitting?

Watch your little girlfriend.

Hey...

How are you?

He's starting to like it.

How about you?

You're never going to get out

of here... Over my dead body.

- Hallelujah! He speaks!

- Jens? Hey, you all right?

Yes.

Are you...

Stop hitting him!

Your b*tch likes it!

Give me the rag.

Darren... there is a game,

we did as children.

It's called "The Hot Seat".

Hold him down on the ground.

Now I throw it over.

Three, two, one... Go!

I... I feel... so comfortable!

I don't think you'll be writing

for a while, motherf***er.

Motherf***er!

Action!

- Is this the English method?

- I don't know.

English, Russian, Chinese, whatever.

Pain is international.

...his bones.

You want to try it too?

Do you want more blood?

Hit him! Hit him! Do it

or I'll kill you!

You have to bury him.

- It has a f***ing Polish eagle.

- Eagle?

He flew away from him.

Come, look at this.

- This is art, man.

- Beautiful.

You can scream all you

want here in Germany.

- Well done. Bravo.

- The b*tch is still alive. Good morning!

Wait.

- What are you doing?

- I?

You have a choice.

A choice? No, I haven't.

Polish dirty son of a b*tch.

Look at him. His face.

I'm sure you would want

to trade places with me.

But it's impossible.

Why we don't ask.

We don't explain.

We just know...

that you are the victim...

and you will be executed.

You have nothing to complain about.

Today is your day.

I will not have mercy...

compassion,

comprehension...

and martyrdom.

I'll be despised!

I'll be hated!

I am what I am...

and I will drag this

guilt with me!

Everywhere I go!

For him... everything will end

with a happy silence.

And for me... my nightmare is

only beginning.

For those who believe that

it is easier?

Bye Bye.

Come on, baby!

Bye Bye!

We must finish what we started.

- I will help you to turn it on.

- Yes! Yes!

- Sh*t!

- Again!

How are you now, you f***ing Polack?

Yes!

F*** you!

- Now let's have a beer.

- Come on!

When I talk about these events,

I am never sure if they are real...

or sick dreams that go

through my brain.

Mandragola

- Have you heard?

- What?

That sound.

Love, You just imagined it.

What's happening?

- You don't believe me, Maya.

- It's OK.

Fine...

He began...

the day, when you left me.

Maya, you misunderstand.

What kind of artist would photograph

the tits of a prostitute?

It's just work.

Come on, it's a model.

It's my job.

- Eden, we are ready.

- don't talk, Eden.

Maya, please.

- You can discuss it later.

- There is a stain.

Think about it.

- We can talk about this later? I have to work.

- Where do I put the bottle?

Wait a moment.

Don't worry.

You have all the time you want.

- Maya, dammit, listen.

- You won't miss me.

I've never been important.

Cornelson wants that bottle in the frame.

Sr. Helmut Newton, can your little

assistant put it there?

I know a perfect place for the bottle.

"Photo Art" called me

the magician of the camera.

But in those days

I felt only a hollow man.

No more awards, only bottles.

And all because of you, love.

I had to stop thinking about you.

- I had to...

- Call the Samaritans.

Exactly.

I did a little research.

I ended up in a blog,

where I met her.

"Snow White. The love and

pleasure are incompatible?"

Love is in the program,

the pleasure is the malware.

Yes.

It was a very bad idea.

"How about escire tonight?"

ENTER:

Don't be shy.

"Seriously?"

You bet.

"Been to the club Mabuse? 23:00?

It's a fun place." - Yes.

"I know where it is, but I've never

been there. I haven't had time."

"How do I confess?"

Relaxed, and wearing good clothes.

"I'll recognize you".

The club was far from the tourist centers.

Goodbye!

I felt like an old man,

not to mention the clothes.

Okay, you can go.

Have fun.

It would be, if it was

possible to find her...

or at least, I thought.

He caught my attention.

- Hello, I'm Eden.

- Pleasure. I am Kira.

- I like your accent.

- I like your looks.

Thank you.

- Russian?

- Ukraine.

- Have you danced with her?

- Yes sure.

Danced, talked, drank...

"Snow White"

You were right. I recognized

you as soon as I saw her.

I knew that God would send

someone to save my soul.

Bad girl.

Sorry.

Roll it up.

Do you want to save my soul?

You don't have to enter my world.

It's too late.

They are already in your world.

Stop... Stop.

SNOW WHITE:

You only knew her for a few minutes,

and you ran after her.

Something dragged us...

like a magnet.

Kira?

A latecomer invited.

Hi, this is Eden. A friend of Kira.

- I saw you in the club, Eden.

- Saw?

Yes. You glowed in the darkness.

Yes, I had an appointment

there tonight.

But unfortunately it was

interrupted.

Yes. And now you want to finish

it, don't you?

Yes.

But I'm afraid you can't here.

This place is reserved for members.

No problem. I can become a member.

And what would you be willing

to give in return?

I am the best photographer in Berlin.

My photos are really striking.

Accept me as your teacher.

And be prepared to do things

that may be considered crazy

during the day.

Sometimes when you enter,

you can not leave.

You are right.

It would be madness to accept that.

I was just kidding.

Good night.

Kira greet your part.

The man was harmless.

Do you understand?

It's OK. I Agree.

Then you have to kiss me.

You're telling me, the price is a

kiss to be part of that secret club?

It sounds ridiculous, you don't

believe a word of what I say.

You are right.

Continue...

I should have been warned.

But it was as if I knew

what was coming.

As if that place...

I was waiting for it.

People my age prefer "Sunflowers"

by Van Gogh.

But I confess that I prefer

wet vaginas more.

- Cleo.

- Who's your new friend?

My dear "Rose of Jericho", don't

forget that tonight it's my turn.

Do you want to save it

for another evening?

According to the script,

I am a reasonable woman.

Cleo is a TV producer. The man

beside him is a famous biologist.

Genetically modifies plants.

It improves their nature.

- He belongs to this place, Peter.

- I know.

Sorry, science calls.

I don't think they were Puritans. He

could tell something was going to happen.

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