Berlin Syndrome Page #3

that a real tree would

have died.

And we would go out

to my uncle's house.

He has this, like,

big property...

...listening to, er, cicadas.

Cicadas?

Erm, they're these little

bugs that make noise.

Like, erm...

They go...

And then the other one goes...

...back and...

And it goes...

Then he goes...

And then all their

friends join in.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

I have a surprise for you.

This is lotte.

She is yours now.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh. She kissed me on my mouth.

Hi. Hi.

Do you like your present?

Yeah.

Yeah. She is so sweet.

Do you like it?

Yes.

Ow! Ow.

You need to help me.

You need to help me.

You need to call the police.

Please, he's a bad man.

He will hurt us.

What? No. You need to help me.

Call the police.

I need you to. He's a bad man.

Mama!

How do you think this is going,

from one to ten?

From one to ten?

Us.

Maybe...

Er...

Seven.

Hm.

Where's lotte?

She ran away.

Oh... thank you.

No problem.

What's your

new year's resolution?

Oh, I don't do them any more.

But on new year's Eve...

Isn't it important to compensate

your life?

What?

I think you mean, uh,

"contemplate. "

Yeah, right.

Hey!

F***. Hey!

Help!

No.

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Hello?

The door's locked!

The door's locked!

Was?

Hey- hey, listen to me.

It's your f***ing fault, okay.

Now we have to clean

this mess together.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, come here.

I am sorry.

Take the plastic.

I can't.

Take the plastic.

Come on, take your clothes off.

Please.

hey, can you pack your

things together?

Pack everything in a backpack.

I get the apartment

fumigated tomorrow.

Pack your things.

What're you doing?

Agh!

The cream's in the bathroom.

I can't find it.

It's on the bottom shelf.

My thoughts.

Guys, please...

Class is not over yet.

Clare?

Clare?

I'm down here.

Clare?

Andi.

Clare?

Please, Clare, open the door.

Clare, please.

Hey.

Look at me.

It's okay.

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