Homesick Page #3

Now it's as good as new!

Thanks.

But...

You know, it doesn't fit to us.

I know you wanted

that's very kind but...

I don't know how to say...

Thanks a lot, but you should keep it.

- So?

Fine.

Missing

Pikachu!

Pikachu!

You gotta go outside!

You can already smell the snow!

It won't be long.

Do you think he is still alive?

What?

The kitten.

Do you think it's alive?

I hope so.

Do you think they are involved?

Who?

Them!

Jessi, why should any...

Come on!

I just met the Domwebers in the hallway.

They are nice people.

They asked about him.

They are alright.

We should invite them over for dinner.

You can't be serious.

I guess that's often the case:

Misunderstandings occur

because people don't know each other.

What? Misunderstandings?

Are you nuts?

Just consider getting to know them

a bit better...

Lorenz! I don't want to!

I don't want to get to know them better.

I don't want them here.

Well, fine that it has worked out!

Please, come in!

Well, fine that it has worked out!

Please, come in!

Our flat is still a bit improvised.

I can imagine.

But it's good as it is now!

We rarely have guests.

May I?

- No thanks, I often feel a bit cold.

The heater is on, young lady.

Please!

- Oh, thanks a lot!

Come in!

I take the dusty thing to an expert.

He looks at me with big eyes.

You know what he said?

"That's a repeating pistol...

Collectors would pay a fortune for it."

He made me an offer.

But I said:
"No, thanks!".

It might be our old age assurance.

If anything happens I can still sell it.

The value won't decrease.

On the contrary.

You are fooling yourself!

That's the magazine.

Now the action spring is tight.

That has been opened,

the bullets go in here.

Then it's done this way.

the action spring over the bullets.

It stayed here like this

because of the bullets...

And then...

the repeating

mechanism was activated.

Sharp!

So.

Bullets were inside.

The action spring was tight.

Hilde is scared by it!

But I'm always saying:

What could happen?

The thing is a hundred years old.

It won't work anymore.

I see, it doesn't work any more?

- What do you think?

So. Ready?

Erm... may I use your bathroom?

- Next to the kitchen on the right.

Thanks!

- The light switch is outside!

Please, have a seat!

Lorenz, maybe you sit here?

Thank you!

What is your profession?

- I'm a physiotherapist.

You heard that, Helmut?

I think they were three, right?

- Yes, but the oldest had left home.

Thanks.

- You don't want?

I can't handle much alcohol.

- Some more ice cream?

I can get some more if you want.

- Thank you.

I remember what I wanted to ask:

Which nice piece of music

is it you always play?

Can you hear that?

Actually I'm always

playing the quiet cello at home.

No problem.

Sometimes very slightly.

Don't worry. I really love to hear it.

It's Bach.

Suite No. 5.

Bach it is!

The fifth suite. Beautiful.

Very beautiful. And you?

Do you love Bach, too?

Well, to be honest,

only because of Jessi.

How did you get

our kitten's necklace?

Pardon?

I found it in your kitchen.

The one with the tiny bell.

- Jessi!

I don't understand.

What have you been looking for

in our kitchen?

What are you talking about?

That's where you're watching me from,

right? - Jessi!

But you know you're a guest here.

Don't you?

Please excuse!

She can't handle that much alcohol.

And she's very stressed lately

due to the competition in Moscow.

And the thing with our little cat

bothers her, too.

Jessi, I think it's time to leave now.

I'm not drunk.

I want to know

what's going on here.

Why is the necklace

in your kitchen? Where is our cat?

Maybe it's better

you leave now.

No, she should show us

what she has found.

Please.

But it was there.

Lorenz!

Come on, it's been a long day. Let's go.

What's the matter, Jessi?

Hey, come on.

Lie down again.

F***, it's all wet.

I'll get you something, hm?

Back in a second.

I gotta go.

Have a rest, sweetie.

Hello?

- Morning!

The door downstairs was wide open.

We're here for the pick-up.

First of all:
Our sincere condolences

for your painful loss.

What...?

Koenig, undertaker Friedenreich.

We got a call.

So, where is the deceased?

Are you sure you got the right address?

Amann and Klug?

And who died?

It's written on here!

Klug. Jessica.

Hello Jessi!

Did you hear what I said?

I said:
I called the undertakers.

They said they had no pick-up today.

Yes, please?

It's because of the laundry room.

There's laundry in the

washing machine for days. Is it yours?

Oh, yes, that's...

I forgot... I'm sorry.

Open!

What's it about?

- What have you done to my cat?

What did you - Open the f***ing door!

Have you gone completely insane?

What's your problem with me?

Yeah, watch this!

The old trout is picking on me

since we moved in!

You know what she did to my cat?

She killed her! In the washing machine!

Hey, Jessi!

She killed our cat!

In the washing machine, Lorenz!

And none of you jerks

have seen anything?

Nobody knows a thing!

She wants to get rid of us

since we moved in!

You know what?

She sent

f***ing undertakers after me!

But you can play this

f***ing psycho-game all by yourself!

I'm not moving! I swear!

You evil witch!

And you!

You think I'm crazy, right?

Anyone else wants us to move out?

Call out, right now!

And we discuss it.

No one?

Jessi!

We need some quiet again, huh?

I've been thinking.

I guess we better move out.

The flat doesn't do us any good.

You mean, it doesn't do me

any good, right?

No, Jessi.

I'm talking about the two of us.

You want to give up.

I'm not giving up, Jessi.

It's not a...

- What?

They want to wear us down

and you're giving in.

But that isn't a fight, Jessi.

I want to live here.

With you. And at peace.

So why should we let them

bully us out of here?

They should move out!

I won't let myself being defeated.

Don't you see?

It isn't just about the flat,

it's much more.

It's about our attitude towards life:

Always giving up or fighting for once!

It's about us. Don't you get that?

I won't allow them to ruin us.

Jessi, you lost...

- What?

You lost control over it.

- Me?

You're blind.

You don't realize what's going on!

Fine, then I'm blind.

Jessi, I don't feel

like arguing with you.

You rather apologize than speaking

your mind. I'm sick of that, Lorenz.

Otherwise I wouldn't have

any space beside you, Jessi!

Imagine I'd act like you do.

Always head against the wall!

Jessi, this wouldn't work.

And that's okay, really.

I can deal with it.

No problem at all.

I'm here for you, too, Jessi.

But I don't know. I...

I feel like...

I'm losing you.

You're just...

Now you also believe that I'm crazy.

How long do you know me by now?

Have I ever claimed such a thing before?

Who do you believe?

Me or them?

Hey, Jessi, that's...

You're under extreme pressure

at the moment.

I'm trying to help you but...

I don't know anymore...

what do to.

I gotta get out of here, Jessi.

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