Solo Sunny Page #2

- We don't have to kiss.

- I'm tired, don't take it personally.

Why should I?

- Is your key really lost?

- What do you mean?

Wait a second!

So!

The bimbo just can't resist you, Right?

- OK, lay down.

- No! I'd rather go than stay here.

- It's cramped anyway!

- Lay down!

Where to with no key?

Are you getting us in the mood?

Just so.

If I'm gone when you awake,

shut the door when you go.

Good day.

You have the key

to the deceased's flat.

I'm her nephew.

I'm only here on a visit.

I'm sitting pretty.

What are you doing here?

What've you been up to?

I didn't erase Rita's traces.

Paint everywhere.

- Are you going to call me?

- Just come on by.

I'm only home

Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays.

Here's a photo of us at work.

- Which one's you?

- The headless one.

This is Christine. She said

''If only I could sing like you''.

When I'm really into a person,

why doesn't he feel the same?

lf I love him, so to say,

why doesn't he love me back?

That happened to me a lot.

Weird, don't you think?

Sort of.

- Do you mind if I eat that wurst?

- No.

It's like a yearning.

Maybe it's passion, not love.

And when I have him.

The passion is not to have him.

Sometimes it's like that.

- You're strong willed, I take it.

- You say that so...

Could be true.

Sometimes I think...

that I'm not a real singer.

I mean, in the sense of real singing.

I can only do it as if...

I can just be that because...

I want to.

I tried calling, Sunny.

How are you?

Good, Harry.

- Let's go have eel in green sauce.

- I have to go. Can you drive me?

- Right now?

- Yes.

I will for you.

You want to find a nice hotel

in Leipzig?

No, I don't.

You ruin every idea.

Why do you persist?

Sometimes you're so dense.

You can't be serious.

Not with the money I make.

You should always know

someone in Berlin loves you.

0h Sunny.

- What about the furniture?

- You wanted it.

- For 3 months?

- It's 0K. I'm' earning.

- The company found me the flat.

- How's work going?

- Still the same.

- Is Beate still there?

- She'll never leave.

- And Manfred?

That's over, Ingrid.

I'm 34 and can't play around anymore.

We talk about your life a lot.

It must be great.

To be applauded and admired?

It must be nice.

Sometimes I'm against the crowd.

I'm against them because I'm scared.

Then I need a drink beforehand.

It loosens you up.

Just like taking the pill.

Closing time.

We have to do different music.

Then we'd have a different crowd.

- That was a senior citizens gig.

- You'll be old too someday.

Fellas, can we close?

- Did you go home with him Sunday?

- Is this an inquiry?

Supposedly a hot player.

Open it back up.

- Let's talk.

- Give me the key.

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