Dorfpunks

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Whitesnake is another lame band.

But the singer can sing awesomely high.

-Yeah, awesome.

What's the singer's name again?

-Coverdale.

Really? Coverdale?

lt sure smells here.

Wonderful!

lt's just hours and hours of...

The whole time.

-Coverdale with Whitesnake!

Howard Coverdale!

Hey, a**holes!

-Got any oil with you?

l'll go look in the bunker.

-Are we going into town?

We have to show our faces again.

ln the city.

Or the squares will think they won.

Did you know about this?

What?

-About Coverdale.

He's singing with Whitesnake now.

So what?

l didn't think he had it in him.

Coverdale, Howard Coverdale! Whitesnake!

What's that smell?

That was our piss tree yesterday.

A couple of cans of good cheer!

So awesome, isn't it?

Did the tree get so big overnight?

Man, is it dull again today.

As a punk, you can't be political.

Being punk means refusal,

and if you want to be political,

you have to refuse the refusal.

Hey!

lt's about time!

Hey!

You do anything yesterday?

-No.

And you guys?

Neither did we.

Cut it out, Vadder!

Hey, the cops.

-Get out of here, already!

Hey!

-The cops!

You're ruining my business!

l'll hold you all accountable!

Come back here. Stay here! Stop!

Relax, l don't want any.

Hey, how are you?

What are you looking at?

You know me.

You're a disgrace for Germany.

Notter, now come on.

We were in third grade together.

Until you failed.

And?

You in the fourth grade now?

They used to send your kind

to the gas chambers

and tossed your ashes in the shitter.

ls that punk?

We're active in the peace movement,

and our son gets in fights.

What's wrong? You can talk to me.

What your mother's trying to say...

-We always talked.

You once said,

''Mom, l can tell you anything.''

Mom!

-lt's true. That's what you said.

We were always honest with each other.

Your mother wants to say is...

-Are you taking drugs? Please be honest.

Life is one big drug,

and l'm taking it, okay?

l have to correct some papers.

Me too.

What's your problem?

-l don't have one!

Based on the novel by Rocko Schamoni

Good morning, Malte.

Morning.

You're late again.

lt's the third time this month.

-What can l do?

Today's the third of the month.

You can do a set of press mould cups,

like l showed you.

Doorbell plates and a ceramic duck

also need doing.

Here's the food for Rasmus.

l have to sell my VW bus.

l've got to do it all.

And l have an apprentice.

See you tonight.

Talk Talk is the name of this band

from England.

They're already at number three

in the charts with ''lt's my Life''.

Northern Germany, this is NDR2,

with Volker Thormahlen.

You've been moody

since that apprenticeship began.

You're on summer break

and l get up each morning at 7.

Still, l don't like it.

Give me that!

This thing is awesome!

Here.

How about that fox Celine?

-We're going to her place later.

She's out of our league.

Probably screws her tennis teacher.

Well, you've got to have what it takes.

You have to be a pilot

or an artist or a musician or something.

Yeah...

l've got it.

We'll start a band.

A punk band!

A punk band?

l don't know...

You can play guitar.

l can play a little too,

and Sid, you can sing.

How cool, man.

What about us?

-One of you can play drums.

And the other one can be the roadie.

Awesome, a roadie.

Fine, then l'll play drums.

But l write my own lyrics, okay?

What a bitchin' idea!

lt's pretty good.

But you guys know what?

We need a name.

'Deadhead Schmalenstedt'.

Stupid.

Something with 'dead' is cool.

-'l Hate my Dad'.

Or 'Dad is Dead'.

Or 'Bloodfield'.

-That's cool too.

You guys notice anything?

Notice anything?

We were pieces of sh*t,

and now we're a band.

How about 'Meike Jackson'?

-Or 'Schweinpumpe'.

'Schweinpumpe'? That's crap!

Dude, that is so crap!

Crap... 'Crap from Schmalenstedt'!

'Sex Organ'.

-'The Period'.

'Dead Calves'.

Hey, dude,

we have a new band name!

Vadder, you pig!

There it is!

They better have some booze.

'lBM Breakdown'?

-'Government of Blood'.

Something with blood is cool.

-'Government of Blood'!

We don't even have a bass.

Maybe you're on bass.

Just because l said so first.

'Blood, Peace, Sh*t'.

'Bloodpeaceshit'!

Yeah, that's good.

Hey, guys. What's up?

The dog has to go.

Get lost, Vadder!

Everything cool?

We've decided to start a band.

Hey, great.

And what are you called?

'Strange Dogs'.

-'Strange Dogs'...

Not bad.

lt's good.

Hey, you guys are here too.

-Hey.

What's up?

-Hey.

We'll see you later.

Feel like making out?

Roddy!

You're drunk. Take some of this.

Ephedrine.

Can you roll one up for me?

Sure...

My name's Roddy.

-And your last name?

Dangerblood.

l see.

l'm still a virgin, Teddy.

Roddy.

l'll get undressed.

Sh*t!

Do you have a rubber?

l'll be careful.

Can't you get me in the mood first?

Huh?

Here, l'll get it hard.

Have you done this often?

Hundreds of times.

l have to go now.

My mom's picking me up.

But it was great.

Here you go, Vadder.

The dog has to go to the beach.

-l'm taking off.

What are you doing here?

-Having a circle jerk.

And? Did you look at each other?

You're a disgrace to Germany.

-lt would be so cool if you were right.

Come and get some.

-Hey, hold on.

This time you're for it.

Time to get your ass kicked.

Let's really f*** him up this time.

So much for that!

Give that to me.

Piss off!

Go on!

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