Zenne Dancer Page #4

I am here... got that?

I'll go with you.

The way I look

they'll never believe I am gay.

Make me a Zenne.

Some cream?

Oh, you speak German?

My ex-husband was from Bavaria.

I lived in Munich formany years.

How did you like Bavaria?

I don't know.

I didn't really feel at home.

The people... but now,

I miss it very much.

Bavaria is beautiful. I hope

Ahmet will enjoy it there with me.

What are you doing?

Take this!

Stand in line.

We'll check the lists.

Come here.

What are you waiting for?

I have to check your behind.

Turn over!

I don't think I can.

Wiggle a bit.

Where are you from, son?

Urfa.

Wow, Urfa.

Not a traitor but a taker.

What do you do forliving?

I am a Zenne, sir.

Would a real man

shake his hips forliving?

I always wanted to dance, sir.

Good, then.

We can always use a go-go dancer.

I am gay, sir.

We can't hear you here,

speak up!

I am homosexual.

How can we be sure of that?

I brought you pictures.

Here, take these.

What's this look?

What does yourdad have to say

about this faggotry?

Sir, my fatherwas

a commanderlike you.

He died in combat

in southeastern Turkey.

Not sure, what he'd say now...

Give me the envelope.

So?

Sorry, wrong envelope.

We'll show you how it works.

Take him.

Dad, I am fine...

You forgot these in the car.

We'll take care of that.

I have to be honest.

I don't need these anymore.

Shove them up yourass.

How about shoving them up

your girlfriend's ass.

Stick them up your mother's c*nt.

Pick on someone

yourown size, a**hole.

Dad, I will go faraway.

Forgive me.

I am a f*ggot.

It's all my fault.

What's yourshow tonight?

Here, this is formaking

a Zenne out of me.

You're a natural.

Take this, idiot.

Go to my apartment and

take whatever you want.

I don't need yourfilthy stuff.

Ah OKthen...

Don't you everwear

colorless clothes again.

I don't want to see you

in white ever again.

I'll miss you too.

Answerthe phone.

Please.

You sneaky little c*nt.

You f*ggot's daughter, you!

My brotheris saving himself from you.

Your God left you a cripple.

You're gonna die here all alone.

Dad.

One, two, three, four...

Five, six, seven, eight.

Ahmet, raise yourarms.

Ahmet?

Follow him, son.

Ahmet, raise yourarms...

Four, five, six, seven, eight.

And we neverforget...

...to smile.

Abig round of applause.

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