Guter Junge Page #3

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Mama also had such Christoph medal.

Is that so?

This is presumed to be 'Venetian Red'?

It's on the label.

To me it looks like pink.

Pig pink I would say.

Hey. I did not mean it that way.

You got no idea how many houses

I already have renovated.

And none of them really completed.

Who said that?

Mum.

Your mother.

With her.. Everything had to be perfect.

Every pillow and blanket had

to be at his its own place.

Papa!

Papa?

That has to be a slip of the tongue.

Yeah. It just popped out.

Sure it was some nice?

Yes. That's right.

Don't push to much on the same place

or you will peel it away.

Oh. It's already happened.

What do you want for your birthday?

Nothing.

You're becoming eighteen.

One has to celebrate it.

Yeah... That I becoming eighteen.

I wish also that you becomes eighteen.

I, your dad, wants you becoming eighteen.

And I got the better arguments at my side.

What is this about?

It stinks in my room of paint.

But not fuzzing in bed, okay?

But I have to inhale your smoke.

You...

When I was a little boy.

I had a friend.

He was of my age.

Nine or ten years.

I admired him.

And always when I was thinking of him

my heart made another beat.

I often had to think of him.

Not what you are thinking now.

It was platonic.

I thought he was great.

I even remember the name of

the street where he lived.

Brabanter Strasze.

Admit. You had felt in love with him.

Ah. Bullshit.

It was just something between kids.

Afterward. We just went

like normal kids our way.

You consider yourself 'normal'?

It's not funny.

Have you ever been involved with girls?

Why are you saying now?

Outside.

Beautiful girls are wandering

around everywhere.

Everywhere I look.

Yeah.. Shortly you are

drooling out of your mouth.

Did you have already with that Timmy...?

What do I do with her?

Going to the cinema. Holding hands.

Show her your brief mark collection.

Come on. You know what I mean.

Did you brush your teeth?

Yeah.

Fingernails cut?

Yeah.

Washed your dick?

Who is the adult here?

There she is.

She must be home at twelve o'clock.

Can you drive her?

I'll see what I can do. Go now.

In Holland, there exists now

a party for child molesters.

They participate in the elections.

At us. Our children are better protected.

Am I right?

Of course.

What's the topic?

About the defend of the

Christian worldview.

You think it is funny? Hey Dieter?

For you, everything is a joke.

I've ever informed myself.

Although nobody at this

table wants to hear it.

Sexuality got something to

do with transfer of life.

It only happens between man and woman.

On behalf of progress.

Like a nice boy at the lap.

I tell you:
If such a person

only looks at my son...

I would personally rip off his balls.

Yeah?

Julia. You must not call me anymore.

I' m going outside.

What with those church phrases?

No. I don't write down anything.

Maybe you need a therapist.

In any case we don't.

Damn it, Julia. I don't want it now.

'This man seduces little boys.'

As I see you the two of you has

amused yourselves wonderful.

Is everything okay?

Did he something to you?

Come. I bring you home.

Everything is... disgusting.

You must fall in love with her...

then... it does not matter anymore.

I am already in love.

Do you think I'm not

capable falling in love?

That's nonsense.

Yeah. That's exactly what you think.

According to you I am not capable to feel.

No...

I only wanted to say that sex without

love... one must not be able to.

For nobody.

I think you just don't

want to understand me.

Good.

Then explain it to me.

This is my most beloved one.

I loved to take him into my arms.

Sven. That's enough.

I love kids like Patrick.

Sometimes I imagine how I caress him.

And kissing him.

Stop with it.

How I kiss his entire body.

Damned. You have to stop with it.

I can't hear that sh*t anymore.

I have much love in my heart.

'This man seduces little boys'

Why don't you ask me?

When I had the feeling, I

had you to ask something.

I could not live a day longer with you.

Yes. I have understood.

This child molester. They think

all children are the same.

I'm hearing you.

I know you are here.

I can't take care of everything.

But who else? Who else would do it?

Who is the chef here?

I have accidentally met Julia.

Accidentally?

You can't treat her like that, man!

If the boy has problems...

Listen. The boy is my son.

And when he has problems, it is my problem.

Do you understand?

Evidently 'No'.

Oh. Sh*t.

Man! Achim! We know each

other for such a long time.

We can talk about everything.

About what you wanna talk with me?

You regard me like an idiot.

You regard us all for idiots.

Alfe. Please. I got an

appointment at the bank.

I have to concentrate.

Why do you think I wear this sh*t suit?

That you have to attend a funeral.

Yeah. Could be.

Probably spreading. Don't come to near.

What does this mean?

The best is that you lock me up.

Did something happen?

Sven?

Nothing.

For what reason this sh*t?

It's better so.

What does it mean:'It's better so?'

Can't I let you walk around freely?

Is that what you mean?

That something is not happening again.

Only you decide if something happens.

Sven. I can't lock you up

life-time in this house.

That's not a life.

It's my life.Anyway. What

do you know about it?

In any case, I will not lock you up.

Here. Let others do it, when

it does not work anymore.

I will not lock up my son!

Understood?

Taxi arrives at some petrol station.

Four penguins are sitting in the

rear in their safety belts.

The owner of the petrol station

sees them, wonders and ask:

'What do you want to do

with those pinquins?'

The driver says:
'I don't know exactly.'

'Just take them to the zoo',

the petrol servant says.

'Good idea', the taxi driver responds.

The next day, he again arrives

at the petrol station.

Again at the backs seat pinquins, wearing

sunglasses... and the servant...

Everybody is laughing.

Here comes the freight.

I want to the hotel, please.

How are you doing?

And Sven?

Have you talked to this therapist?

No.

Why don't you let yourself at least

be advised? There are possibilities.

So that he will be marked?

Beware. A pedophile. Parents,

put your children away?

No. That not something is

happening like with Patrick.

What has happened with Patrick?

There are possibilities. I have informed.

They say...

I know exactly what they are saying.

They say:
'Once a pedophile,

always a pedophile.'

So. Want do they want?

What if they really could help him?

So that he did not impose

harm on those kids.

That when a kid smiles to him.

He not immediately thinks

that he wants sex from him.

Man, Achim.

He can learn to deal with

his sexual fantasies.

What do you think I am doing?

Day and night I help him to deal with it.

That's a full time job.

I don't understand you.

Really, you don't?

I will not let take away the boy for a

second time from me.

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