Oh Boy Page #4

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- No. That's nonsense.

- So not a subsidized group, then.

- No.

- Film? "The Berlin School"?

- I don't have anything against your play.

Why is it so wrong, if we bring

a little fresh air into the official scene?

- What?

- That's absolutely praiseworthy.

- Praiseworthy?

- Yeah.

- That's an old friend.

- What does "your guests" mean here?

- It's not your problem.

- You get paid 2,000 euros.

For eight weeks.

- Excuse me, do you have a light?

- Yeah.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Hey, that's something.

Uh!

Hello.

Hold up, man! You pissed yourself!

Hey.

- Hi.

- I was worried that you'd left.

I wanted to have a smoke,

before I totally ruin the party.

Nonsense.

You haven't ruined the party.

- Ralf feels otherwise.

- Ach, Ralf. He needs to relax.

He's so obsessed

with his work.

That's true.

But I really don't think what he makes

is very good.

- What do you care, then?

- Because it's my hobby.

I love it, when I stand on the stage

and everyone is watching me.

When you bare yourself to strangers,

that is the best sort of danger.

Others find it

quite embarassing.

I don't find it embarassing.

I liked it.

- You're lying.

- No, honestly. I found it...

I thought it was brave of you.

Yeah.

I wouldn't trust that myself.

- You didn't used to be so reticent.

- When was that?

If was if you knew exactly

what you wanted.

What was that?

I don't know.

Do you know what it's like,

to have the feeling that

that all the people around you

are honeslty kind of weird?

But when you think it over,

then it becomes clear

that the problem is with yourself.

Excuse me. I don't want to disturb.

- But you don't have a cig.

- I don't smoke.

Oh. Here.

Thank you, thank you.

Do you have one for my buddy too? Thanks.

- Take one yourself.

- How proper of you.

- You're not from Berlin?

- We are, but we'd like to chat again.

Kein Problem. Warte mal.

Kommt mal her, ihr Spasten.

I thought you were Kevin.

He's got something on his mind.

- Now you can ask.

- F*** that.

- Chill, man.

- Control yourself, man.

I'll give you 10 euros,

if you show me your tits.

Very funny.

- Hey, don't you want to have fun?

- It's a great offer.

Are you frigid or what?

Julika, it doesn't matter.

- How old are you? 17, 18?

- None of your business.

You've got to let your cock get hard

before you make the ladies mad.

- Hey! Good precaution!

- What kind of person are you?

Julika, let us...

Let me guess,

you came into the world as an alcoholic,

becuase your pregnant mother

was wasted on schnapps.

And your father beat you,

when he came out of the bar.

- Hold the presses!

- Then he didn't even come around.

And your mother blamed you,

and now you think the world is sh*t,

and now you run around with your gang

and play the leader.

But all you really want

is for someone to take you in their arms.

- Don't let yourself offer that.

- Exactly, don't offer that.

- Shut your mouth, you whore.

- Whore?

- Should we go inside?

- That whore will let you in for sure.

- And she'll let you call her "Mama. "

- I'll shut your mouth.

- Hey.

- Hands off, you victim.

- You're the victim.

- I'll f*** you!

- Are you going home now?

- What, man!

- You're dead! You're dead, man!

- Come on.

Whore!

Little wanker.

We should call the police.

Nonsense.

They just want to take a walk...

Does it hurt a lot?

No.

- Did I look pathetic when I fell down?

- Not at all.

Okay.

Maybe a little.

No. You stepped in between them, man.

That's the only thing that counts.

It's because you provoked them,

that it went so far.

What do you mean by that?

You'd already done plenty

to piss them off.

You should ignore them

and just keep going.

Everyone knows that.

Do you know how many times I've tried

to ignore these comments?

Your comments.

Do you know how it feels

when you weigh 80 kilos as a child

and everyone calls you

"Gay Julika"?

and "elephant girl" and...

- Dish rag.

- Dish rag.

- Do you know how that feels?

- Of course not.

You feel a little like sh*t.

It took a long time

for me to get over it.

That's why I don't ignore it anymore.

Absolutely not.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

You really look great.

Really?

Absolutely.

But deep in my heart

I'm not the same.

That fat little...

depressed girl.

What do you mean?

Would you like

to f*** that little fat girl?

Um...

Say it. That you want to f***

the little fat girl.

- Say it, or...

- Yeah, say it.

You want to f***

the little fat girl.

- I want to f*** the little fat...

- Yeah, say it. F*** the fat girl.

- The little fat girl, I want...

- Louder.

- The little fat girl, you want to...

- Stop. Stop. Julika, wait. Stop.

- What?

- Please. I, I...

- We shouldn't do that.

- Why?

Am I too fat for you?

No, not at all.

I just mean, man,

that feels a little strange.

Do you really think I'm too fat?

What?

Okay, Julika.

F*** off.

All that I want to say is,

yeah, it honestly, for me,

feels a little strange.

Yeah? So if after so many years,

we were to,

in the same way as anyone else,

dealing with the past...

- What? Dealing with the past?

- Yeah, the past.

What kind of pathetic person

are you, really? Hm?

Should we maybe go get a drink?

Stay away!

Everyone wants to f*** me. Get out of here.

I'm done with you. Go quickly.

I'm going to get hysterical soon. Go.

Okay.

Julika...

I told you -

You can go piss yourself.

- Hello.

- Hello. Do you still have coffee?

Not any more, no.

The machine has already been cleaned.

- A vodka and a beer then, okay?

- Gladly.

Are you a lonely wolf?

Can we get two more here?

I don't understand people anymore.

I don't understand a single word,

that they all say.

If you don't mind,

I'd like to be left alone.

I don't have the faintest idea

what you're actually talking about.

Do you understand what I mean?

No...

Listen to me. It sounds

like another language, right?

- They speak German.

- Oh, they speak German?

- Yeah, most of them.

- Yup.

- So I should be able to understand them.

- Yes.

Ah. Don't I also speak German?

- But?

- But actually, yeah, I do.

Yes, no? Actually, yes.

Cheers, my friend.

Cheers.

- You're not from here, are you?

- Why do you ask?

Kid, of course I'm from here!

I was just away for a little bit.

60 years.

You were just a sparkle

in the eye of a sailor, right?

- And where were you for 60 years?

- Away.

Aha.

And now I'm back.

I understand.

You don't understand.

You don't understand anything.

Everything looked very

different here, my friend.

Over there was my school.

I was so dirty.

We pissed our pants,

because we had to stand at attention

at the front of the class

and greet the Fhrer:

"Heil Hitler" here, "heil Hilter," there.

- Hey, hey!

- It's OK.

You can't really understand it,

when you're that old.

What do you do, then?

You do what everyone does.

It's always been nice here, right?

Or are you of the other opinion?

Yeah? Are you of the other opinion?

Perhaps from today's perspective...

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