Oh Boy Page #2
- Year:
- 2014
- 22 min
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- Excactly, yeah.
It was a boarding school for
Overexcitable children.
But that was very helpful.
Yeah, that sounds very,
very good.
Yeah.
Oh man, I was so in love with you.
Despite all the humiliation.
- It's a difficult age.
- Totally.
-13, 14.
- You cry the whole night.
You hate yourself.
I even tried to kill myself, once.
That's why my parents sent me
to boarding school.
It doesn't matter. Forget it.
- I have to go.
- Already?
Yeah. What're you doing tonight?
- We don't have anything big planned.
- A couple appointments. Why?
There's a performance of a play.
Are you interested in that kind of thing?
- Are you kidding? I'm an actor.
It doesn't matter. Think it over.
I'll reserve two tickets.
Okay. I'll check a couple times
to make sure we have a space free, OK?
- Eh, we'll come in any case.
- Really? Super.
Niko Fischer.
That's crude.
Gay Julika.
Here you go.
When does it start?
- Nine.
- Okay, I'll call you at 8:30.
- I don't think that's a good idea. - Of
course it is. She's reserving tickets for us.
Hello?
Yes, I'll be right there.
I'm bringing someone with.
You're crazy.
A friend of mine.
He works right around the corner.
Will you drop me off at home?
There.
- Matze, man, that's awesome.
- Heil Hitler.
Now we'll Heil Hitler for real.
Come here, oldy.
- How are you?
- Super.
- My buddy Niko. - Hallo, Niko.
Philipp Rauch. Nice to meet you.
Folks, come in.
It's total chaos here.
You could clean up here.
- Yeah.
- That thing is bigger than my apartment.
- Too big, yeah.
- That suit looks good on you.
- Put that out of your head.
The cut and the material,
it really looks good.
- Look look like my grandfather.
- Ah!
The game's over!
Come on, pants off.
Now, I'm going to cut
out your tongue.
Heil Hitler.
That was a real matzo.
Yeah, for sure. Sit down.
Take the damn autograph cards away.
Are there perhaps a couple free,
untaken roles in it?
- Maybe something small. I'll ask.
- Only if it's not a problem.
No, it's fine.
I play the lead role there. You too?
Hm? No thanks.
- What? It's great.
- It's really not.
- Whoever doesn't want that, has it already.
- But are you allowed to say what it's about?
- What? In the film?
- Yeah, exactly.
- What's the story?
- That's a good question.
I play a sensible writer
who, before the war began,
was in love with a bookseller,
and didn't know, that she was a Jew.
During the war they
lose sight of each other.
And six years later,
I'm a faithful officer...
But not totally faithful.
There's a twist.
I'm in charge of searching through
Jewish houses.
There comes a moment,
in which, suddenly, Hanna,
the bookseller,
I see her again.
And now my character is
faced with this conflict.
To save her, not to save her?
What? How?
And in the final moment
he decides...
and he saves her from the
from the...
Deportation.
Thank you. Deportation.
He hides them.
The love breaks out again
and one night
she suddenly confesses to him...
Guess.
- That they've have a kid together?
- Jakob. Tiny, six years old.
And they have taken the child from her.
That is the moment for me,
for Heinrich,
in which something in him snaps.
He feels purified
and only wants the past to return.
He wants to see this child.
Then comes something really dramatic.
But I won't tell you the end.
My god. Who thinks up this stuff?
- Is that based on true events? - Yeah, it
happened during the second world war.
Hey, Niko. Come over here.
Hey, come over here.
I'm gonna bite you. Come here.
Come, sit down.
You can take a look at the monitor.
Sit down.
How do I know you both?
Matze and you?
Because we were neighbors.
- Aha.
- Finished.
Thanks, Conny.
- And you?
- Hm?
- How do you know Matze?
- Theater school. It was ages ago.
If you really had a talent then,
then you enrolled there.
After a couple months
he had an audition.
I went by this door,
and through a crack I saw him perform.
People were flipping out!
A thousand offers.
TV, cinema, theater, everything.
Those were really good times.
What happened?
Nothing. He cancelled everything,
thought it was all sh*t.
He sat in the bar and waited for
the right role. It never came.
Don't get me wrong -
I love this type.
A real actor
and a worthy man.
I know.
If you're going to speak about the devil.
Metze, come.
- Sit down.
- Thank you.
- And what did the boss say?
- Everything looks good.
- He'll call me again tomorrow.
- Don't worry, it'll go fine.
We're so far.
Folks, I have to.
Duty calls.
Don't run away.
- Quiet back there!
- Please be quiet and turn up the sound!
The sound is playing.
Hanna. Hanna.
What?
What do you have?
Heinrich.
The war is over.
- What'd you say?
- You heard right.
Berlin is taken. People say that
Hitler has capitulated.
- But that means that we're free.
- No, you you are free, Hanna.
But tomorrow I have to hide.
- I'll tell them what you've done for me.
- You don't understand.
- You're not one of them.
- You don't know what I've done.
beautiful Hanna.
Farewell.
- Hello? One moment, one moment.
- Hello. Niko, I can hardly hear you.
- Niko.
- Now.
- Where are you? I can barely
understand you. - In the library.
- You can't call there.
- Then you're busy?
- So to speak.
- That's good, very good.
- You called.
- Exactly.
- I already tried last week.
- I'm sorry.
- Do you hear my messages?
- Sometimes.
If I never answered the telephone,
we'd be so tight.
This morning
my card was confiscated.
Really? I'm a half hour
away from your place.
Come by. We'll play and talk.
- Okay, I'll do that. If not...
- See you soon.
F***.
Kiss my ass,
that was at least 200 meters.
- If not 250, right?
- Ah. The champ is here.
Late as always, but he comes.
- Hello.
- What?
- How are you?
- Bad people are always doing fine.
Schneider, my new assistant.
Niki, my beloved son.
- Your own.
- You can't be so certain.
- Nice to meet you.
- Very nice.
Come, help us
with a couple balls.
- I'm not sure if that's a good idea.
- Show off what you've got.
Good.
Weak, very weak.
You're standing wrong. Stand 90
degrees from the direction of impact.
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
So?
Stupid kid,
don't bend your wrist.
Guide with your arm, hold the momentum,
and swing through with one movement.
Wonderful.
Schneider, hang them up.
Hello.
Yeah.
- Super.
- Two balls. Schneider against Niko.
The loser pays for the drinks.
150, good.
That was difficult.
Schneider, you look a little gay,
but it's efficient.
Imagine that you're standing over me
with the bat, OK?
And if that position feels right,
hold onto it.
What?
I'll get the drinks.
What'll it be?
- Coffee would be great.
- Not that. It's way too late for coffee.
- You need a schnapps.
- Isn't it a little early for that?
- We'll take three schnapps.
- Three schnaps.
Schneider is a good man.
He finished law school.
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