Guter Junge

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A young man enters a taxi,

and starts the tour.

Then he sees a youngster behind the taxi,

speeding up to 130 km per hour.

The man states:
Don't say

immediately 'p*ssy'.

But I have four kids at home.

So could you please be more careful?

You've four kids driving on a taxi at home?

And you are telling me to be more careful?

That's enough, Dieter, okay?

Is this okay?

Clear first the rubbish

from the rear seats.

Understood Chef.

How did the shift go?

How is your son doing?

Have you made a decision?

Yes!

Guter Junge (Aka: Good Boy)

This stuff was still in her car.

Not a lot has changed.

It's almost ten years since I

was here for the last time.

It was not because of Rita.

Where is he?

You still have your cave here?

Thanks.

Enjoy your meal.

I'm sorry about your mum.

How about a Hamburger like

those boys over there?

Yes?

Sorry. That's not going.

Ain't got the time now.

Can't you manage it on your own?

Damned... Yeah, okay. See you soon. Bye.

I have to go. Have to drive another tour.

These are yours now.

You know the way.

Oh. That light!

I am always getting ten years older.

The boy is sleeping.

I will have a look.

Locked.

Hey, Sven.

Let's toast to our new life.

Hey, come!

Sven!

He's not talking with me any more.

Nah. What did you expect

after all these years?

That he immediately hugs you?

That would be the least, wouldn't it?

Achim. I did not cook.

But look how I am laying down.

You. Tell me honestly.

What do you think?

Can you imagine me as 'father'?

Yes.

I think you would be a wonderful father.

I'm afraid I'm a little out of experience.

You were never...

You know. We need first a

bigger apartment. Big.

Us?

Yes!

Eva is moving out her super apartment.

Really great.

We are now with the three of us.

You always had style.

I even can count till four.

Hallo.

Where is he?

He?

Do you mean your father?

He's just gone, already driving.

Are you also living here?

Would it be so bad?

Chronic lack of sleep?

Mmmm.

Should the little one not sleep through?

Come on, Dieter. Let it be.

Two taxi drivers are talking to each other.

Says the one to the other.

I'm at the bottom.

Are you lucky. With me,

water has reached my neck.

I think it is a good one.

Okay. Here comes the freight.

Where do you want to go?

Us?

Are there others?

We're going to the cinema.

Come on. I take you along for a while.

Come. Hurry up.

I've asthma.

Ah. I understand.

Sven says I could

nevertheless become an actor.

I got talent, isn't it, Sven?

So. Don't tell me that

Sven is your manager.

I have tutored him a little.

Why can't I come any longer?

I don't object.

You have to talk with Sven.

And with your parents of course.

Well. My mother doesn't care anyway.

She likes it when I am not around.

He also have no father.

Don't you have friends?

I mean. Of your own age?

What are you doing all day long?

Except going to the movies

or hanging in front of your computer?

I had friends, but I forced to move.

At first, I had jobs during studying.

And then you came and had suddenly

to feed a family.

In those days, I bought my first own taxi.

There stood 630.000 km. on the meter.

Sven. Inspecting your inheritance?

If your dad continues making debts,

there will be nothing left to inherit.

Na, Na, Na. We're not arrived there.

But it is close.

Do you want to overtake the shop?

Hey! The boy is great at school.

No need for become a taxi driver.

A good job for a student who quits.

So, start the engine on 'D'.

Release the brakes.

Hey! Stop, stop, stop!

Almost!

I said, just a little bit.

And now reverse. Release slowly

the brakes, with feeling.

Excellent.

But your father is obvious right.

One never learns enough.

Dads are always right.

Did you know that?

Yeah.

Before I forget it.

At Saturday we have a party at our home.

I would be glad if you come also.

Don't let yourself holding back.

No. Never.

My son is just eleven,

but I got a daughter of your age.

Excuse me.

Won't be long.

As she leaned over the reeling, comma...

Yes?

She became dizzy

One comes home, expects no trouble,

and detects a real housewife

Must be a shock for you...

Could you also put my slippers here?

Of course. Did Rita do this all the time?

What are you looking?

How is it that I am looking then?

So comical...

You're nuts.

Stop.

Stop.

Don't let me disturb yo...

Where were we?

'Dizzy'.

In fact, his name is Rolf,

but I call him Rollmops.

Just for myself of course.

I don't like him very much.

Sometimes, he arrives at weekends.

Help yourself..

Thanks.

If he is present, they

mostly lying in bed to f***.

If you know what I mean.

Do we know?

No. I got no idea.

Sven. Doesn't it taste?

Could you not put off once

that horrible headset?

At least during meals?

Sven! Hello. I am talking to you...

Damned!

Anyway. 'Rollmops' wants her

to move in at his place.

But I ain't going to such a

place, bet my ass for it.

When is your mother picking you up?

But could I not sleep over at Sven?

Yeah. But I don't know if your mother...

She is fine with it.

Well, I am not.

I don't want that he stays here.

Why not?

Because!

New perfume?

It was a gift of you...

I thought you did not like it?

The moon looked down over his

deck of clouds at the flagrance.

Dumb ass.

How lucky to be loved and lucky love...

or something like that.

Or something like that.

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