A Quiet Life Page #3

Diego didn't believe it.

Didn't you know? You came

to the funeral with your father.

My father was already dead.

My brother died in '92,

your father was shot in '95.

- In '94, December 10th.

- Okay, but that's still after.

That story about your father

has always been strange.

Shut up.

It's paid for.

Hi Doris, what'll you have?

Two packs of Marlboros.

Boris!

Need a lift?

No, thank you.

We can't meet this evening?

I'm going to Klaubauterman's,

it's a pub.

You know "pub"? Drinking, smoking...

A pub!

I understand, I'll come too.

- Did anyone survive the boar?

- You're still here?

I was sorry to leave Renate

alone with you.

Then you can take

the shift this evening.

Talk to Renate,

I'm taking the evening off.

Like you work too hard!

- Mrs. Bauer.

- The priest's wife?

Pastor! Priests can't marry.

Good evening, Mrs. Bauer.

Good evening.

How's your husband?

Today we prayed,

we're in the Lord's hands.

As we all are.

Please.

Thank you.

Can we have another?

Hello there!

Bachelor night?

I'm with Italian friends.

How old's your son?

Nine, in a month.

You two seem to get along.

I'd say he sees me as an old man.

For example,

he steals money from my wallet

and thinks I don't realize.

I like it better when they're grown.

What the f*** do you know

about when they're grown?

When you were his age, I was living

in a cellar, like a dog,

living a life of sh*t.

Occupied.

Just a moment.

Sh*t!

Did your mother marry?

Three years ago.

- Do you get along with her husband?

- Who sees them? I live alone.

I'm putting money aside for you.

- I don't need anything.

- Why not, aren't you my son?

Mr. Russo!

Hi, Florian!

Have you seen Doris?

No, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

What's your business in Germany?

Eduardo's father has a farm,

he produces olive oil.

And you work for him?

We're trying to sell it here

to supermarkets, department stores.

Doris, don't worry.

I'm fine, but go outside and wait.

Does she get panic attacks?

No, but hurry.

Everything alright?

What were you doing?

Do I have to explain?

Sh*t Italian, I'll beat you bloody!

Did you hear me?

Get moving!

- Say you're sorry.

- To who?

Say you're sorry!

Rosario, sorry for before,

I lost control a little.

Guys, we're not getting along.

Everyone here knows me,

I don't want to look like sh*t.

You're right, I'm sorry.

If you want to screw,

you have my hotel at your disposal.

My friend, I already said I'm sorry.

We're not friends,

my friends know how to behave,

or I kick their asses.

- You're going too far!

- Am I clear?

Yes, you're clear.

- We're going to bed.

- Damn good thing.

Who the f***'s this guy?

A friend wanted

to give my son a boxer puppy,

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