The Voyage
There! It's done!
What will you say at the German border?
Twins.
They won't believe you.
He should turn around.
Why?
I'm not Sicilian. Let him watch.
Afterwards I'll make you a belly button.
He must file it down.
It will be heavy full of explosives.
Not heavier than a baby.
And it won't be such a weight on you. So long.
Wait. Then I come out of the American Embassy, slim, and without a baby!
Shit.
I never thought of that.
Ingenious.
The perfect baby-bomb.
The Americans will be hanging from the chandeliers.
Isn't the beach big enough?
Piss off, asshole!
If you want dope, we've run out.
Greetings from "Professor Schnase".
I haven't seen you before.
That's just the point.
When are we going?
I'll travel alone in advance
with that small blonde one, what's his name, Florian.
Only him? But all the children should go to Beirut.
Get going.
- No, wait. - Florian!
Come here.
And us?
I left the tickets for you with Luigi.
Are we flying via Rome? There is no direct flight from Sicily to Beirut.
We organize the strategy, you are the babysitters, ok?
- Are you Florian? - Who is he?
- A friend who's travelling with you. - I don't want to.
Let's get your things. But in the camp we must hand them all in.
When does mom come?
Hurry up, get in.
Get in the front.
I want to get out!
Are you crazy? Wait!
Wait!
Let go of the child.
Luigi! Open up! It's me!
Let me go!
If you're not quiet, I'll lock you in the trunk.
Daddy!
Flo!
Still, I think it's better if you travel in the trunk.
But I don't want to.
There you won't be seen.
I will make you a string so that you can open and close it, ok?
Come on. Move your hands.
But he knew everything, "Professor Schnase", everything.
You idiots!
- It must be Voss. - That bastard.
What have you told him?
Lisa must have blown our cover.
Follow, and get him back.
Let the dead bury the dead.
Florian is still my child.
Motheranimal.
We ought to dye our hair before we show ourselves.
Where could he go?
If he informs on us, we needn't bother about our hair.
Give me a tool...
Be careful of Florian.
Keep it closed for God's sake.
I'm frightened. I want to get out!
We're nearly on the ship.
It stinks in here.
Quiet! We're on the ship.
Close the trunk, I said!
Close the trunk!
Stop fooling around.
Take that off!
Give me that!
That too?
The pastor is here.
Good. Tichawski, listen...
you continue here. Everything must go. Come Bertram.
Nobody on the estate believes in the miracle weapon, Herr Jost Voss?
When one is betrayed...
I hope you mean me. Please bring water.
Where are the witnesses?
You back there,
I need you as a witness.
Please hurry up!
So what if they will be conquered as heathen.
Please write 1 938 as the date of baptism.
You laughed at me then.
Take your helmet off.
For the children, please.
Bertram Voss,
I christen you in the name of God the Father,
the Son,
and the Holy Spirit.
Ulrike Voss,
I christen you in the name of God the Father,
the Son...
The F¨¹hrer has fallen!
To the cars, quick!
Move, quickly!
They are shooting in the living room.
Gerda, stay there! Ulrike!
And are you baptized?
It dries quickly if you follow the wind.
They're coming!
What will they do to you, you as a poet?
Hope that's enough.
- Like barbarians. - Please be quiet.
They carry their weapons like Sunday hunters.
Beg your pardon?
Cheers!
I'm not sure if you have to accept everything.
You said, "The moon doesn't care when the dog barks at it!"
Why should I be ashamed of my correct behaviour?
Why can they do that?
- Do you remember Lisa? - Huh?
Eva's mother. Shall we visit them?
They live in ltaly now. In Rome.
The one with the short spiky hair?
Yes. Exactly.
Give me the moustache.
Take off the wig. Quickly.
If they stop us, we've been on holiday. In Sicily.
Why?
Is a freeway called freeway because the way is free?
Probably.
Why is a bush called a bush?
Because bush sounds round and full, like a bush.
What if it doesn't have any leaves?
Then you call it... Road.
And the road, bush?
And the car?
Whatever you want.
Tomato!
We are driving with the tomato on a bush.
We will invent our own secret language.
Bring out your reading books.
And as an exception,
you may tear out this page!
Who will begin?
But why?
But careful.
It can still be used as paper.
And now, everyone together...
One...
Two...
and... Three!
We continue.
Who is the first to find page 6?
Why are we doing this?
We practise counting on the reading book.
That's a pity.
Some things in here
are no longer valid.
"We are all related through blood and earth.
We all plough the same land.
We fight with the same sword for our soil, home and hearth!
One work, one hate..."
That's enough!
- But it's only a poem. - Better not repeat that.
It's Bertram's father that wrote it... Here is his name, here...
Have you all got page 6?
And one, two, and...
And page 9?
One, two...
Page 1 4.
And you Bertram.
Good, and now we say nothing more about it!
Listen, Bertram...
you will hang them on the wire in the toilets.
Lisa...
It's me! Voss!
- Are you crazy? - Open up.
I want nothing more to do with you.
Hey, Florian!
Let me!
If it comes out that I told you their hiding place.
Only one night! The kid is exhausted. And I have no papers for a hotel!
Listen, Voss, eat your own shit!
One room... To sleep.
Passport, please.
Shit, I must have left it in the car.
No passport, no room.
If you stay more than one night, I will need lD for the boy as well.
Forty-two, first floor.
I can't sleep.
You are already sleeping, aren't you?
When is mom coming?
Your mom is a pot of honey... without honey.
Now, I am your mom. Come here, I'll show you something.
I am George Wagner.
And you... you are Klaus.
I don't like that Klaus.
It's your name if anyone asks.
If a bush can be called road, you can be Klaus!
And the other boy, he is named Florian now?
No. He knows nothing about us. It's our secret.
Tomorrow, I promise you, we will look for a new "Professor Schnase".
And now, sleep tight.
Keep straight!
Gallop, gallop.
I want to stop!
Sit up straight!
Stop! I can't any longer!
Stop!
Sit up straight, I tell you! Gallop!
- Don't let yourself go! - I'm falling!
You let yourself fall!
No!
- You are stronger than the horse. - And if I can't?
Allright. Then stay a pedestrian. Run alongside.
Three rounds!
Now... Isn't it better on top?
Keep running, continue!
Stop!
It's maybe better... the first time.
That he doesn't lose his pleasure.
First learn. The pleasure will follow.
Come and thank him. A horse is not an object.
Thanks, Pollux.
You confused him again. This is Castor. Pollux has two dark hooves.
Like this, you see. So that he can smell you.
Out of the way!
Break your neck.
I'll never learn it.
You can choose a small cat, to get used to animals.
If I'm allowed...
Later, when it hunts mice, the boss will be pleased.
Go to your father's study!
But don't tell him about the cat.
I'll never listen to the radio again, if you don't tell him. Promise!
Fine with me... As long as he doesn't notice.
Now first do what your father says.
Then you'll get a glass of raspberry juice.
Come!
Pull yourself together.
And knock correctly.
He isn't all that angry.
Why?
And wipe your feet.
Enter!
Do you have something to tell me?
Nothing.
Think about it till tomorrow.
Have you been up to so much that you don't know where to start?
Come here.
What is this?
I don't know.
So now you're lying too?
They fit perfectly! A blind man would see that.
You've been foolish enough to hide them in your room.
Your mother found them.
- But l... - Has someone led you astray?
Very well. I won't hit you if you apologize. Humbly.
Aren't you ashamed?
You are not ashamed!
Apologize and glue the pages.
Careful with the glue.
One Hate...
I am waiting.
Unclench your teeth!
Stay here, boy!
We won't talk to you until you apologize.
And you will have no birthday until then either!
And then?
Then they didn't talk to me for days... Weeks!
Good morning, father.
Good night, father.
Nothing. Like air.
Good night, mother.
Like air.
At first, my sister snickered...
but then, she didn't talk to me anymore either.
They asked me nothing... Gave me no more orders...
at the table, not a word...
When I was late, he didn't punish me.
Do you really have a sister?
And she didn't talk to you either?
Why?
Because no one else spoke to me.
If I asked something...
Like air.
There he is!
You are seeing ghosts.
It's him, I tell you.
Stop! This time, I'll go.
I'll do it. I swear to you it's the last time he wastes our time!
Why are we running so fast?
To find a new Professor Schnase!
You are hurting me.
Then run by yourself!
Look how skinny it is.
Give me your hand!
It's our new Professor Schnase.
First we'll buy it something to eat. But quick, before she starves.
Look!
Bless this meal.
This is a terrible threat.
What is it?
Our son has written us a letter.
"Father, speak to me, or I will never come home again".
So much effort and art instead of saying the little words.
Why don't we talk to him any longer?
I've forgotten.
He knows why.
I've forgotten too.
Tell Bertram to eat in the kitchen.
Come, Bertram.
Your father said to eat in the kitchen.
Today I saw something terrible.
A cat bit through the nerve of a young rabbit.
A typical cat-bite.
The rabbit could only run in circles.
Cats cannot be trained or integrated into a community.
They are an unpredictable, oriental race. Semitic animals.
We have a nightingale in the park. They don't go together.
Cats are attached to a house, not people. The cat doesn't love you.
You have spoken to me!
Then you admit it's your cat?
You told him!
You tried to bribe your mother, but she is a decent woman.
In real life, you'd be put in prison.
But don't drown it.
May I yet give it some milk?
Of course.
I promise you now£º we'll never go home again.
What's wrong?
The cat's gone. Cats stay with the house.
We have no cat.
My father shot it.
Maybe you are right. Let's not abort the baby.
Somehow we'll manage.
Did you hear?
Keep swimminng in your warm water-bed.
In your warmth.
We don't hurt you.
Where is your head?
Here...?
Or here?
Did your draft papers burn well?
Yes, and so did the stars and stripes.
Where have you been?
We waited for you until nine.
Can't you tell?
Have you washed up?
I'm a father.
I can't see a thing.
Go on practicing.
What did he say?
Perfidious to put us in the world, without instructions.
We'll show him.
There's no beginner's course in life. Right from the start it's difficult.
He shall not become such an obedient coward as us.
Can you really not see that I am a father?
No.
I haven't told anyone else.
Everyone in the house knows.
No, about the cat.
I always said I shot it myself, to protect my father.
Poor bastard.
What have they done to us!
Don't you think it could hurt him?
Who?
The Embryo.
Stop calling him Embryo!
Shouldn't we have heated the living room?
The tree doesn't shed its needles so quickly if it's cool.
And the candles give some heat.
We don't want the bride to catch a cold on her first visit.
If she's tough, then two verses of "Silent Night" won't harm her.
Look at my braid. It was so heavy I almost got a headache.
Get the water-bucket, just in case.
You will grow taller than me.
I spoke to the gamekeeper.
Next week you can finally get your hunting licence.
What shall I hunt in Berlin?
Of course, in that no man's land of the allies
you can even escape your military service.
Wait, I'll help you!
Your stupid album doesn't interest the children.
Now tell him! I don't want to pull in my stomach all night.
If you've always behaved like a twelve year old...
Just for today...
Now you're the father.
It's difficult to reverse the victories of one's parents.
Remember something, Bertram, before you waste your life...
We've sold that piece of land to pay for your studies.
You see, he needs a little incentive, sometimes.
Where are you?
He thinks we're scheming.
Tell me, Dagmar, does your father know you are visiting us today?
Yes. He even knows your books.
Oh really? Even my books...
And what is his profession?
He is pastor in Memmingen.
Aha... A pastor's daughter.
Then I'm sure you play the piano.
It was a mistake to fight Christianity before the war.
The whole world knows that now.
By the way, a pastor copied one of my novels in prison
and distributed to his comrades.
"Hearts in the wind".
536 pages...
by hand.
If no one publishes them anymore.
One should not be deterred.
We intellectuals have a great responsibility.
The masses are irresponsible. The question is
whether Europe remains Christian or becomes pagan.
That's what Adenauer said.
So what?
You used to call him a collaborator.
We old people have the same right to develop as you.
We still haven't sung. You two could play four handed.
That's why the Christian industries produce rice diseases for Vietnam.
Yes, of course, it's easy to be a moralist when you understand nothing.
So, the "free" west can't afford morals.
Rubbish!
You don't convert a wolf... You kill it.
Why did the Americans fight you? When you have the same morals?
That's enough!
Tomorrow Vietnam could be Germany.
If the Jews hadn't given the atomic
bomb to the Americans, we would have destroyed bolshevism forever.
Wasn't baby Jesus a Jew as well?
Well yes... I know where this is leading.
I know well what you are thinking.
Get up and come here! I have worked it all out.
I have even ordered the maps of these alleged gas-chambers and ovens.
If it takes half an hour for a human being to burn,
6 million people could not have burned in such a small area. Impossible!
They were probably a bit skinnier than we are.
Don't be tasteless!
I think I will lie down for a while.
I'll show you the guest room
Bertram! Why are you here? Come immediately.
What do you have in your mouth? Spit it out immediately!
You're corrupting the children.
What are you doing here? Yes, that suits you.
Tasteless to celebrate the enemy's national holiday.
Come here!
And our women dance with them... and God knows what else!
It's a veritable whorehouse!
What?
Off to bed!
We should play them some real music.
Put the grammophone in the window.
I'd like to see that!
Where's Bertram been all this time?
Getting chewing gum again?
Say your prayers.
Why should we be colonized by these apes?
They can't do anything to you if you join in.
With what?
The "Singers Duel" from "Tannh?user"?
No, no, no. A chorus is better. More powerful.
The final chorus from "Meistersinger".
Dear God, keep watch over us night and day. Graciously protect our house.
And send our enemies away!
Bertram, bring the grammophone to the window.
They want to turn your Fatherland into a potato field.
Bring it!
Careful!
Don't stain the old master with politics.
Our last weapon. Our culture.
They can't take that away from us.
Pearls before swine!
They can't hear it.
One adapts to the adversary!
Who can sleep with this noise?
Don't put on a show. Soon the occupation will be over.
But for the time being, you are my tenants.
For the time being, yes.
Let's not fight. She's a nice girl.
As a student of literature you must know a lot of people in Berlin.
Couldn't you...
I want to say... Do you think you could contact a publisher?
Don't you think my "German Orpheus" could be re-published?
They are just harmless, innocent poems.
That would be a real Christmas present.
Speaking of which,
do you actually remember the record of my recital in the Academy of Arts?
Of course.
But you haven't heard it for a long time.
A pity that Dagmar can't hear it now.
Maybe you could call her.
We are all related through blood and earth. We all plough the same land.
We fight with the same sword for our soil, home and hearth.
One Hate, one Love, one burning prayer...
Are you at least listening?
Of course.
One Will that inflames our inspiration.
One Heart that beats with suffering and renunciation.
That's something, compared to your dirty soul-destroying realism.
We are all one, and there's no more self. One Life, one Death...
It's a crime, yes!
What?
For "Tristan and lsolde."
Who never felt sorrow in love...
Wait! I'll read you something else.
For example£º "Each year, the war in Vietnam consumes 30 billion dollars,
twice as much as the American gold reserve".
So what?
"ln the last three months, 1 9,500 Vietcong were killed..."
Do you really believe everything that is printed?
That's 1 770 per week!
Or this£º "The American chemical weapons destroyed enough rice
to feed 600,000 Vietnamese for one year."
Journalism!
And here£º "The American Defense minister said that until now more bombs have been
dropped on Vietnam than on Germany and Japan together in World War ll."
Journalists are insects, fly-by-night pests.
And you are a thousand-year fly.
As a child, I always licked your spoon as revenge, when you hit me.
And you ate from it for years.
I no longer have a son.
And I never had a father.
I forbid you to come to my funeral!
My grandfather was a pickpocket. So was my father, so am l.
But Egon won't be a pickpocket.
You are right. We can be proud of our children.
And they can be proud of their mother.
Shall I tell you what Egon will be? A guitarist, the best!
He will bring gold records to the house.
You will give them the music, l the skills.
When my first record goes gold, I will buy you a house with swimming pool.
Do you want a sandwich?
Why are you laughing?
I don't know, since this morning I've had a halo.
Where?
That's the sad thing about haloes, you can't see them.
T urn off that shit! I paid to see R¨¹hmann.
There, that becomes enthralling!
Well, look first, at least. And sit down!
Gentlemen, the projector is confiscated.
Don't tell me a weapons license is necessary for this.
You don't have permission for a public film showing.
We paid, we have the same rights as anyone else.
That's insane, with a baby!
Enjoy yourselves!
The violent confrontation between demonstrating students
and the police is still continuing.
It is not yet known how many people have been injured.
Numerous demonstrators have been arrested.
The mayor of Berlin publically justified the use of batons,
water cannons and mounted police.
The patience of the town has run out, he said.
You do too much overtime.
More holidays for the pigs.
Your wife does it with a Coke-bottle.
You're standing there like your father in the ZU.
You know you are doing shit, but you do it anyway.
Free beer for the cops.
I've left my pills at home.
I'll hold you responsible.
For what?
My pregnancy.
Not by me.
Because he fucks his baton.
Why have the idiots taken me?
Play along - I'll free you as soon as possible.
No smoking! I won't repeat it.
What?
No smoking.
I thought you said you wouldn't repeat it.
Want one?
And private property?
... Under heavy police protection the Shah and his wife accompanied by
the Mayor of Berlin reached the opera to see Mozart's "The Magic Flute".
In a surprise attack, the police forced
the demonstrators away from the opera.
There, for reasons not yet known,
a student was hit by the bullet from the gun of a policeman.
He died shortly after his admittance to hospital.
To prevent any further violence...
Attention! This is the squadron leader.
I have to make a terrible announcement.
I have just received news that a policeman was
stabbed by a student.
One pig less!
Who said that?
I don't believe you want to show solidarity with a criminal act.
A dead policeman is still no reason to treat us like this.
The situation has become much more critical for all of you.
Particularly for the ringleaders, who will have to take responsibility
for the instigation or even assistance to murder.
Hello!
Where are the others?
The release us alphabetically. Luckily I start with B.
But where are they?
You have three guesses.
I don't know how long they will hold the others.
I'll get them out. Look after Florian...
Come on, leave it. They will come when they come.
Student shit.
Capitalist pig!
I was so afraid!
It's good that you and Flo were not there.
What happened?
This is Schroeder. He really showed them.
Please. Get the bandages.
Sit down.
The idiots have really gone crazy. Look! My whole back is blue.
Pigs!
I'll bring him to bed.
Do they know who it was?
The cop? Kurras, or something.
A criminal officer, I think.
Well, is he at least dead?
Shot at close range in the neck.
They told us he was stabbed.
They'll kill us all.
Who?
The cops!
The whole Auschwitz-generation. It's all happening again.
They simply shoot at students, because they have different opinions.
So they didn't kill a cop?
What?
They shot Ohnesorg, the skinny student with the little moustache, remember him?
They lied to us as well - the pigs!
We would have smashed the place down.
We still could.
Something must be done.
Have you heard?
You lie in the ground and they walk all over you.
Pigs.
Vice squad. Checking the tools.
What's wrong?
I can't look at it anymore!
It's for my collection!
Stop your bullshit! Haven't you understood anything?
What's going on?
I thought a cop was killed.
To the contrary.
I'm off to bed.
You just go!
We should shake some carbide in front of the water cannon next time.
And then light the gas.
It burns better than napalm.
Then their horses will really go crazy.
When they come galloping towards you...
What a circus!
Or we just set fire to the stables!
Put a tiger in your tank.
The real Vietnam feeling.
All the papers will cry, tomorrow.
Give me one too.
What are you dreaming?
I will try it from the back.
But quick!
- Stay here! - If something happens to him?
You can't help him if they arrest you too.
Get in the car!
8 mm for seventy odd marks.
Parsifal in search of the Holy Grail.
What?
Nothing.
Why didn't you tell us you had a gun?
Because I knew I wouldn't need it.
And in case you did?
Well, then...
Stop arguing with yourself.
It won't get us anywhere.
Maybe you're right.
I better stay elsewhere for a while.
Why?
Don't answer that!
- I have to disappear. - What if it's Bertram?
Only for a while, until things die down. I have a previous conviction.
For what?
You know...
We need an apartment under another name to hide in.
And Florian?
We have to destroy everything that could identify us.
Photos and so on...
Why not just hide them?
Either way, you are now also on the other side.
Of what?
Of everything.
Listen... We can't afford that kitch.
But the police photographed you anyway.
That's why we grimaced and they don't have your picture.
Maybe they'll mention the fire.
No, not this music!
Why not, it's great!
That's what we're always listening to.
So you like it.
Better we are at home.
That's almost an alibi.
No, he's not here.
Who is it, please?
Oh, yes, it's Dagmar...
The bride.
What?
Day before yesterday?
Who's responsible?
Who was it?
Bertram's father is dead.
His sister has been trying to call us all night.
Well? Was he at least rich?
He was a pain in the ass, like you, but nevertheless...
We'll need money to go into hiding.
At last!
The cops!
I'll be back for him.
What?
The cops! Say it's yours!
How many people live here?
8, I think.
What happened to your eyebrows?
What?
Criminal police.
German pass and customs control.
They're coming.
Why are you wearing your wig?
If they ask about your bandage, don't mention the car accident.
You hold the passport when they come.
But "Professor Schnase" has no passport. What if he meows?
Leave the stupid cat. Call it mouse then nobody will hear.
Mouse!
Come, let's hide it under the bench.
Mouse! Mouse!...
Is Mickey Mouse really dead?
Who told you that?
The others, at the sea.
I've seen him in all the books.
But then they said he was dead.
Maybe he's no longer wearing his red suspenders.
Now, hold the passport and tickets like this.
And I'll sit here and pretend I'm asleep. OK? You can do that.
You blinked. Don't be frightened.
Next time I won't.
German pass and customs.
Is it here?
I don't know.
Who are you?
I live here.
You are the last thing we need. Piss off.
Are you crazy, Voss?
Could be.
Is that Florian? I thought he was...
You can't stay here. They are searching for you everywhere.
Who?
Don't be stupid!
Did you really shoot?
Stop that nonsense!
What's got into you all?
They've raided us again,
for the fifteenth time. Can you comprehend that?
Help me. I've taken a trip.
I'll make you a coffee.
They are right, you have to disappear.
They will have photographed you like everyone else who comes through the door.
I told the cops you were in Spain.
Are you coming?
What?
To Spain.
I'll make you coffee.
You know where she is.
Who?
West Germany has been shocked by heavy bomb attacks...
Stop! I can't hear it anymore!
...directed against American military institutions.
These crimes are said to be reprisals for
the mining of the harbours of north Vietnam.
The entire police force is involved
in the search for the anarchistic criminals.
It's the third bomb attack
on the headquarters of
the US Force in Europe.
In Heidelberg
two bombs killed three soldiers
and wounded five others.
A few weeks ago, bombs destroyed
the lG Farben Building
in Frankfurt that today is used as Headquarters of the 5th US Army.
This morning
in a residential part of Frankfurt
the police surrounded a house
thought to be a hiding place of the bombers.
Tanks and tear gas grenades
were employed.
Finally, during a shoot-out
a suspected ring-leader was shot
in the thigh and incapacitated.
He is the 29 year old Rolf Schroeder who two years ago
was violently freed from prison.
The police are also looking for
Dagmar Wegener, 32, thought to be pregnant.
The police are following up all connections to the terrorists,
especially contact people and sympathizers.
Hang them from the first tree!
I agree.
Shoot as they escape.
Let them out and kill them...
Why did you let the ass in?
Should he make noise outside?
We're packing. Go!
I can hide you somewhere.
Who told him where we are?
There are still a few mutual friends.
Is he alone?
Well?
I can deal with him myself.
- Dagmar! - Who is that?
You were just what I needed.
I miss you too.
You romantic fuck. Now you think you can take the widow out dancing?
He won't die so quickly.
Reality hadn't counted on our theories.
What do you know about reality?
The terrified eyes of the horses for example.
You bastard. So you released them?
I have chosen the only right way. My own.
It doesn't only concern you.
I have to slave over the kid, while you...
Here, darling, buy yourself something nice.
Have they also promised you custody of Florian?
What?
And that you can study whatever you want, wherever you want?
Why?
That's what they normally offer informers.
Stop.
Visiting hours are over.
You haven't even asked about Florian.
Piss off.
Here. In case you're still interested in the little one.
Don't play that game.
You are not the father, just the procreator.
Be quiet.
24 windows.
Hello, you!
Everything is in ruins.
But nobody is responsible.
If your father were still alive...
and now that your mother also passed away...
And you, young man?
If you want some carrots with bacon, it tastes good.
There's not much,
if I had only known...
Thanks. I promised him we would cook together.
Keep away from the windows. They must not see us.
Who?
Anyone.
Everyone.
Are we going to make potato pancakes?
I don't know how.
Stupid ass! If you don't even try!
I should have said that to my father.
Couldn't he either?
Speak, man!
There's nobody here.
A few town people this afternoon
Iooking for mushrooms,
but it's too wet.
Come here!
Go in!
Don't be afraid, we'll always stay together, ok?
Good, now you go to sleep.
First tell me a story.
I will tell you one!
Now the big bear is coming, to look after you.
But a bear also eats people.
Yes, but he will protect you.
I'll pull out his teeth.
OK, now for the story...
Once upon a time there was a parachute jumper.
He was in the airplane,
the door opened,
he is ready to jump,
he stops breathing and jumps.
He counts£º 1, 2, 3,
all the way to 1 0. He pulls the string,
the parachute opens.
He opens his eyes,
he hears the air rushing past,
but the earth below him has disappeared.
And then?
Sleep well.
Attention! This is the police.
The house is surrounded.
Remove your clothes and come out.
Don't force us to do something we don't want to do.
It is only a question of time.
I repeat£º
Come out now!
You have no chance!
Think of your life.
You are still young.
Let me go!
For Florian.