Black Past Page #2

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This isn't happening...

You have to destroy the mirror.

Hey, get up. You're late.

School is about to begin. Get up.

So you're sleeping on the floor now?

You look awful. Did you get drunk?

Can you imagine? Thommy

is dead drunk next to the bed.

He will keep doing that.

He's just hopeless.

It has to end. He's grounded.

Good morning.

-Can I stay home today?

-What do you think, drunkard?

What's wrong with you?

Look at you. You are awful.

-Get out of here!

-That's enough.

I don't want to hear any more.

-A**hole.

-You say that one more time!

You have to multiply by 4 up here

and by 3 down here.

For next week's test

you have to know the formulas.

That's the main task. When you're

done, write it on the blackboard.

Thommy, wait!

You have to forget it all,

or go to a psychiatrist.

That won't help.

I need an exorcist.

An exorcist? Like the tough guy

in "Double Fistwurst 2"?

You've really lost it.

You're completely nuts.

Yeah, yeah... I'm completely wiped.

I think I'm falling apart.

I dream about her every night.

That's not normal.

-Isn't he behaving like an idiot?

-Yes, he's hopeless.

When Mom died he wasn't like that.

With this girlfriend that he's known

for all of a week, it's chaos.

His buddy Frankie

is a bad influence too, I think.

I'm going inside.

-Kroner?

-This is the school principal.

Thommy was absent yet again.

Make sure that this behavior stops.

My God, it's always

the same with him.

"Family drama in Landsberied."

"Father starved son to death

in basement."

What is wrong with you?

The school called again.

And the way you treat your sisters.

Get a grip!

If I hear one more complaint

about you, you're out. Get it?

Don't do it again. Okay?

Oh, my God...

Phone for you, Thommy.

-Hi, Frankie.

-Want to do somethlng tonight?

-Where do you want to go?

-"Double Fistwurst 3" is showing.

-What do you say?

-Okay. Come here around eight.

We'll use my car. It's worklng now.

So, It's a deal?

-Well... Bye.

-Don't forget the money you owe me.

-Bye.

-Are we agreed?

-Thommy...

-No, not again.

-Thommy...

-Oh, no!

Leave me alone. Go away!

Get away.

Scram!

Lay down. It was just a dream.

God damned mirror!

...to discuss financing and planning

for the house near the castle.

It can't be a castle.

To avoid errors-

-we recently published

a dictionary of...

It's give out for free

to local politicians, senators-

-ministers and various agencies.

Everyone else can buy the book

for 20 marks.

About the historic...

Dad, I'm going to the party.

I'll be home in the morning. Bye.

Come on.

-Oh, Frankie.

-Hurry up. Let's go.

-Thommy isn't feeling so good.

-He should go to the loony bin.

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