Life Eternal

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Based on the novel by Wolf Haas

You don't have the years, Mr. Brenner.

Is something wrong?

It's just a headache.

What do you mean

I don't have the years?

To receive more than minimum retirement benefits

you have to work,

you have to work until...

you are 84.

Do you have money saved up?

A private pension plan?

Nothing, hm.

- Nope.

For the past 8 years...

you weren't registered as employed.

You didn't apply for unemployment pay either.

What did you do all that time?

I was self-employed.

Yes, but you didn't pay income tax.

That's because I didn't earn anything.

No place of residence either.

Did you just get divorced?

- No.

I'm kind of

in an employment rut at the moment.

You have no flat, no medical insurance,

no social security, no bank account.

You're off the grid.

I wouldn't call that an employment rut.

We have to apply for

minimum income benefits.

Do you have some ID?

Yes.

Driver's license?

No, not here.

Second floor, room 214.

Thanks.

Excuse me, I forgot something.

What?

I have a house.

- You have a house?

Yes.

- On the moon?

In Graz.

Well, somethings happened again.

But Brenner never would have dreamed...

he would be returning to Puntigam.

Because he's always been the type

who was drawn to the big wide world.

Linz, Salzburg, Eisenstadt...

He really got around.

There was just one place

wild horses couldn't have dragged him.

Next stop:
Puntigam.

But don't think he didn't want to go back...

because of what he yelled

at his grandpa once in a fight:

Take your lousy house and shove it!

Youthful cockiness, so to speak.

All that was long forgotten,

water under the bridge.

So what was the reason

he was dead set against ever going back?

Pay attention to what I have to say:

You don't need a reason for that.

Because basically, no matter who you are,

hometown is always a little - you know.

Hello?

What are you doing there?

Mr. Brenner?

Well, this is a nice surprise!

Hello!

LIFE ETERNAL:

Mr. Brenner?

Mr. Brenner, what did you do?

I blew a fuse.

Sorry, that was the heater.

What, you're not heating with electricity?!

Do you know how expensive that is?

- It's already off.

There's more damage too.

Since your mother died,

it's been completely neglected.

In case you want to sell it,

I'd be interested.

Before some a**hole settles in

next door.

You know how it is.

Do you have a chain saw?

- Why?

Careful, it'll get stuck!

You have to saw from below.

Yeah, I know.

Well, now that's...

messed up.

You have insurance, right?

The gas has probably gone flat!

Mr. Brenner?

I'm going to sleep now.

I pulled the plug because you never know...

If it rains,

we'll blow another fuse, right?

BE RIGHT BACK:

DESPITE RENOVATION WORK

OPEN FOR BUSINESS

Good morning.

- Hello, morning.

Aw, c'mon, you stupid piece of junk!

Screw you.

Argh! God.

Yes?

Hi, Kcki.

No,

you're shittin' me.

Hi.

Did I overlook something?

Do we have a high school reunion?

We never graduated.

You got a beer?

How's business?

Next question please.

Can you lend me some money?

Sh*t.

If you want, you can have it.

I don't need it.

Yep?

Done, boss!

- Good,

okay!

Excuse me, boss.

About the money...

No problem, you're excused.

It's been three weeks.

Pinto, I don't have anything today...

Next week, okay?

If you won't lend me anything,

maybe you can sell something for me.

Depends on what.

You want to sell that?

Hello, it's me.

Huh?

What do you mean? What time is it?

What time is it?

Don't freak out,

that's not that late, c'mon.

Guess...

who I'm sittin' here having a beer with.

Does the name Brenner ring a bell?

Who is that?

No, no sh*t,

Brenner is right here next to me.

He's back in town.

Come join us.

For a nightcap.

Oh, c'mon!

No, wait a sec,

there's something else.

Brenner isn't doing too hot,

financially...

And well,

he asked me if I wanted

to buy his Walther PPK.

Thing is,

I already have one of my own.

So he thought I could ask you...

if you wanted to buy it.

But you've already got one too,

and then he had the idea of maybe selling it

to just anyone.

My question is:

Do we want that?

That's what I thought too.

So I'm wondering, Mr. Brigadier...

Are you crazy?

- Shush!

Could you maybe lend Brenner something?

Give me that!

- An interest-free loan.

Give it to me.

-Stop being so stupid.

It was the wind.

And the wind blew your helmet away too?

- I have a helmet exemption.

Hold on.

Never seen anything like this.

You can't read who issued it anymore.

District authority of Feldkirchen.

Why the helmet exemption?

- Psoriasis and chronic migraine.

You have psoriasis?

I get anxiety attacks in a helmet.

I'd say let's blow a breath test.

Boys, you win.

- Good evening.

I don't need it for a moped anyway. Can I ride on?

- Push!

Your hand-drawn plates

don't match up either.

That's forgery of documents,

it'll cost you!

Up to 6 months or 180 day-fines.

I don't have a warning triangle either.

Get off the vehicle.

I was here yesterday...

No, the day before yesterday,

and this a**hole comes in, yeah?

Some fancy lawyer from Graz,

with nailed shoes, a dueling scar on his face...

You know the type.

He asks if I have a nice edition of

"Mein Kampf".

I show him my first edition,

volume one, volume two,

volume two is way more rare.

Under 1,500 for both -

nothing doing!

Not even among friends.

For a solid hour...

he leafs with his sweaty paws

through my books,

and then he buys a Karl May,

a Karl May novel...

for 10 euros!

You see what I'm saying?

What are you trying to tell me?

I don't know what you mean.

First,

people have no decency these days.

Second,

nobody has money anymore.

Nobody buys anything anymore, right?

F***ing capitalism has run its course,

the system is on its last legs,

and let me tell you,

I can't wait.

All I have to figure out now is:

How do I pay the rent

for these 400 square meters?

Now do you see what I mean?

Well yeah,

but I don't have a golden goose either.

- Come, come, come!

I'd say you even have

a couple of golden geese!

I can see your penthouse

three kilometers away!

It's not mine, I just rent it.

Then rent a smaller place,

how hard can that be?

There's not enough.

Don't you see, Kcki?

I'm at my limit.

- Listen,

if you need a shoulder to cry on,

I'm not your man.

Kcki,

this is only going to last

until I get fed up.

Don't overestimate yourself!

Wait a sec.

I need your car this weekend.

SK Sturm rules here!

And what happens next?

A firearm is stored securely...

if the owner protects it in a reasonable way

from unauthorized access.

Paragraph 3 of the Firearms Law.

It's not loaded.

You're right.

Is the show over?

Do we applaud now?

You going to offer me a beer?

It was his idea to call you.

I stopped taking Kck seriously

a long time ago.

Aha.

So why the midnight visit?

I wanted to see you.

Sure, after all these years.

How are you?

Moving back to Graz?

I didn't want to see you.

C'mon, Brenner,

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