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with the chimera research,
aggresively
and which over here was put on hold,
also by the influence of this council.
But I don't think, I was invited here
to discuss this.
Simon?
and George here on the wall?
- What? Nonsense.
These are your heroes.
Way overslept, I have to see the doc.
- Oh, yes...
Don't forget, today evening at eight
o'clock is Wilson!
See you later!
Oh my god...
We have to renovate.
Does it hurt?
We should not fool ourselves, it looks
like a tumour.
We check the blood values one more
time and determine the tumour markers.
It takes one or two days, then we can
be sure. Give us a call, ok?
Remain calm.
There are worse things nowadays.
Simon?
Do you want to know the figures?
Rather not.
-We have to talk about it.
If soon nothing big comes our way,
we're broke.
All of our artists are broke, where
is the money supposed to come from?
Yeah, exactly.
Here comes the next vulture of
bancruptcy.
We're not gonna make it.
Look at him. How am I supposed
to say no?
We got ten such boys, you're
spoiling. Things are going downhill.
We have to acquire new clients.
Fancy people.
Who sometimes win a contest.
Oh, now come on.
Do you have a ticket left?
Yes, no, I don't know, I...
Do you have a mobile?
Hey, it's me.
Hanna, where are you?
I'm not gonna make it.
Why aren't you answering the phone
now?
What's up?
-Right now I should be at the theatre.
You're not gonna make it.
- I won't comment on this.
I'll have to leave at half past ten,
my mother is coming.
Excuse me.
Can I make a brief phone call?
- No, this one is just in-house.
Here. Hello.
Yes, may I?
Are you a stalker?
Do you have a ticket left?
Hello, it's me,
where the hell are you?
I see,
I...
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Do you go often to the theatre?
- Actually never,
but a friend takes part in the play.
... in death I scream!
Thank you.
Whose role is she playing?
The young poet.
Ahh, she's good.
yesterday, didn't you?
I beg your pardon?
In the ethics council.
How do you mean?
I don't know, somehow I had this feeling,
You did argue, not,
because you were against my position,
but because you were
somehow against me.
Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods and to
compounds strange?
What is your substance,
whereof are you made,
that millions of strange shadows on you
tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one
shade?
I think the texts for themselves are
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