Solo Sunny Page #2

- Yes.

I will for you.

You want to find a nice hotel

in Leipzig?

No, I don't.

You ruin every idea.

Why do you persist?

Sometimes you're so dense.

You can't be serious.

Not with the money I make.

You should always know

someone in Berlin loves you.

0h Sunny.

- What about the furniture?

- You wanted it.

- For 3 months?

- It's 0K. I'm' earning.

- The company found me the flat.

- How's work going?

- Still the same.

- Is Beate still there?

- She'll never leave.

- And Manfred?

That's over, Ingrid.

I'm 34 and can't play around anymore.

We talk about your life a lot.

It must be great.

To be applauded and admired?

It must be nice.

Sometimes I'm against the crowd.

I'm against them because I'm scared.

Then I need a drink beforehand.

It loosens you up.

Just like taking the pill.

Closing time.

We have to do different music.

Then we'd have a different crowd.

- That was a senior citizens gig.

- You'll be old too someday.

Fellas, can we close?

- Did you go home with him Sunday?

- Is this an inquiry?

Supposedly a hot player.

Open it back up.

- Let's talk.

- Give me the key.

I don't get you, Sunny.

I mean, check me out.

Good body.

No gut.

And a nice smooth face, huh?

Lines come from thinking.

You see.

That's why i like you.

I like you because you're...

an intelligent woman.

Can't this wait?

I'm trying to sleep.

We'd save money.

Instead of eating out always.

We could eat in our room.

That's what Hubert and Moni do.

Sunny, think about it!

- OK, I'll think about it.

- Really?

Yes.

Now give me the key and take off.

Don't get uppity with me.

Sunny, I've had it.

I need somebody.

- lf you hit me, you'd better kill me.

- Are you guys crazy?

I always thought

you sang like a pig.

- Let's go people.

- I can't get him up.

I got this from the kitchen.

And now what?

Cabbage leaves on the head

draw out the schnapps.

- Whacko.

- No, really, I heard it.

Really, that's what I heard.

A Russian said Eskimos do it.

The cabbage turns black.

Yeah, right.

- Where do eskimos get cabbage?

- From the Russians.

How can an educated man

be so drunk?

The guy tore ticket stubs

and turned MC through a mail course.

Stub tearer to MC?

You think I'm drunk?

- Right !?

- Hey, the cabbage works.

But it's not black.

And now our next artist.

An up and coming singer.

Not the youngest

but up and coming.

Isn't she grand, ladies and gentlemen?

See for yourselves.

Sit back and listen to...

Keep on playing.

- Screw you!

- You're not Liza Minelli.

No cheap shots on stage.

I answer for what I say.

Humor requires intelligence.

Sunny walked off stage.

That's why they booed.

This group is weird.

Been in the business 25 years.

I've dealt with dozens like you.

Dozens!

You're small time.

And you're just a perfect colleague.

Do you have a lot to read?

Not too much.

Do you retain everything?

That'd be horrible.

I remember almost everything.

At 12 I read 10 books in a row.

I'm good with phone numbers.

0r days when something special

happened to me.

For example, May 22, 1959

when I was 7

I stole a roll of gum drops.

But they weren't drops.

It was a roll of film.

I remember the date

when I saw the Baltic the first time.

July 15, 1961.

On December 22, 1966

I was in a reform school.

I put my thumb in a sewing machine

because of the holidays.

Here, but you can't see it anymore.

And on April 4, 1969...

I was deflowered.

That's how I can remember.

You're looking straight through me.

- You spend time here?

- Sometimes.

Graveyards make me feel peaceful.

Shouldn't it be so?

It goes something like that.

Could you come up with some lyrics?

To sing? No.

I was the only one

who noticed my neighbor died.

Some die in well made beds.

Well taken care of.

Dying in loneliness.

Anyone who dies is a nuisance.

The dying should know that.

It's up to them to be considerate.

Not those with no time to mourn.

He who dies is suddenly an outsider.

But we all die.

What is exception?

What is rule?

What is exception?

Can we grasp that?

Something to think about.

So tell me.

Are you really a licensed philosopher?

Magna cum lauda.

...and every hue...

- hue - h, u, e

...hue between.

She is Sunny they will say

...Some day

It's about you.

They'll say

''That's Sunny''

- Isn't it better in German?

- I have hang ups with German.

You're just kidding.

- Repeat after me.

- What?

The salt of tears.

- "The salt of tears''.

- Right.

Das Salz der Trnen.

Tears are always good.

This music is rejoicing and mourning.

Always the same music.

Are you glad when I come?

Yes.

Really?

Yes, Sunny.

Open up.

F***ing Sunday again.

- Good morning.

- Morning, Detlef.

You're expected.

Do you think I could sing that?

Sure.

A friend wrote lyrics in English,

but they're not ready.

- Would you write me the notes?

- Sure.

Do you think

a non-celebrity can have personality?

Worth aspiring to.

- You keep pretty much to yourself.

- Why?

You don't hang out and drink.

My stomach can't handle it.

- What profession is your wife?

- German and history teacher.

- That works with you as guitarist?

- Why not?

- Can we get started?

- Sunny needs a few minutes.

You look like a whore.

Get on stage and don't piss me off.

Say, the taxi guy was here.

My mother always said:

''Better under cars than drivers.''

I'm trying to figure out what you do.

You mean what i live from?

I write for newspapers.

And you write that from books?

- That's something else.

- ls it secret?

Are you bored or something?

Admit it. You think I'm dumb.

- What's all that?

- You do.

Listen up. I sit in this dump.

I have no new flat.

Haven't applied for a car.

Of my own free will, I have no TV.

Why did I get an education?

At the cost of the workers.

Who am I?

A philosopher.

So what?

ln philosophy your theory

can be disproved with one sentence.

Joe Schmo can do it.

Seriously, you think...

I'm a pompous ass musician.

Not man enough or too good

for a CV and a 500 word vocabulary.

I told you what I write about.

About death.

A subject that no one wants to hear.

Death and society.

- Do you want a child?

- What?

I'd have it if you want.

But it would be yours not mine.

Really, I would do it.

- Who's that?

- No one said?

- No.

- That's pretty lame.

Start slaving the gear.

Hubert!

Who's the girl?

Norbert, the speakers go up front.

- Sunny, what do you say we split?

- And why?

There's been tension.

Maybe just tour stress.

Someone always goes.

- We want a new face, new songs.

- Berndt knows I want new songs.

Either you go or the band.

I'm sorry for losing my temper

and also for leaving the stage.

There's a new girl.

It'd be cool if you'd finish tonight.

Life always goes on.

Have a seat.

ls the lady working in the show?

ls there a problem?

Yes, this is a backstage room

for artists.

Don't worry about it.

I ask of you to feed the bird

somewhere else.

What's her deal?

She's the one I told you about.

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