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Could you turn on

the light for me?

No problem, mister.

Missus not here.

Me clean.

No understand.

No understand.

Missus not here.

Just look at this.

Someone tore 6 pages

out of this magazine.

Can you imagine?

- Talk to the manager.

- Where is he?

- Try the meat section.

- The nerve of some people.

All done?

Thank you.

Man...

Telephone.

- Who?

- Me not know name.

Was it Frank, Herbert,

Mr. Ostermayer maybe?

It doesn't mater.

See you next Friday.

- Thanks.

- Good-bye.

Huber's sick again.

Can you turn it down a litle?

- Can you get it?

- OK.

Hofstter.

Mom, can I stay over

at a girlfriend's tomorrow?

Which girlfriend?

Anna.

You don't know her.

All right,

but ask your dad too.

Slavicza has wreaked havoc

in my CDs again.

I can't find any

of my Schubert.

Dad, can I stay over

at a girlfriend's tomorrow?

- Who is she?

- Anna. She's in the same grade as me.

- What do you have planned?

- Listen to music, study math.

- Where do they live?

- They've got a house.

- What do you think?

- It's fine with me.

Okay.

We ought to look

for a new place.

This development's

going to pot.

Bon appetit.

What do your friend's parents do?

Her mother has a shop.

I don't know about her father.

I'm off. Bye.

- Sleep tight.

- Have a good shift.

She's not here,

she's on duty.

Rudolph Hospital.

Good-bye.

- Who was that?

- It was for Mom.

Room 408, Mrs. Machant.

Machant - unchanged.

Kovac too - unchanged.

- Guess who called me yesterday.

- Who?

- Schneider.

- Schneider who?

Dr. Schneider.

What did he want?

Blah, blah, how I'm doing,

what's new, is everything okay?

Whether I still go swimming

once a week? Sh*t like that.

I told him I don't really have

time for this...

- Mrs. Reichold?

- Vomited twice.

She's not doing

too good at all.

Then suddenly he goes:

Mrs. Keinrath, I'll get back to you

in a couple of hours. Bye.

His wife probably

walked in right then.

Mrs. Zipfer...

Being discharged tomorrow.

- Granddaughter's picking her up...

- Really? Nice girl. I like her.

So then a few hours later

he really calls...

A man's last suit

has no pockets.

We've lost sight of that,

thus our current global state.

Let's go to sleep,

shall we?

A man's last suit

has no pockets.

No.

I don't feel like sleeping.

I'd rather think.

If I don't, no one will.

What do you think about?

You don't know beforehand.

You can't will yourself

to think,

you gota let it happen.

Then ideas

just come to you.

You try that

when you've got some time.

I'll make us

some more coffee.

Has he fallen asleep?

No, not really,

he's just dozing.

It's quiet tonight.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- How was it?

- Quiet.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- What are you doing in Vienna?

- I wanted to see you again.

How did you know

I work here?

I called your number.

Was that your daughter?

I didn't think

we'd see each other again.

How long

are you staying?

I might be able

to come back tonight.

I'll wait here.

- What kept you?

- Things were chaotic last night. Bye.

Hello. You're late.

- Coffee?

- Yes, please.

It was really chaotic.

The obscene elevator scribbler

struck again...

Yes, I noticed.

I'm on duty again tonight.

But we've got concert tickets.

I know, but Uschi is sick

and Monika's on vacation.

I'm sorry.

Why don't you call

your sister?

She always says

she's so lonely.

She locked herself out again.

What a scaterbrain.

I'm going for a jog.

Can you turn it down?

Your mom's sleeping.

Good morning.

Did you sleep well?

Listen to this:

Apartment

in a brand-new building,

centrally located,

open design,

big terrace,

quiet courtyard.

What do you think?

- Sounds good.

- Shall I call them?

Could we look at it?

Hofstter. Yes, thank you.

Good-bye.

Tomorrow at 1 p.m.

The obscene scribbler

struck again...

- You told me already.

- When?

- This morning.

- Did I?

He plays

with such intense passion.

- Are you almost done?

- Just a second.

- Enjoy the concert.

- Thanks.

- And say hi to Edith.

- I will. Bye.

Good evening.

Can you connect me with Mr. Tomasz...?

I've forgoten his last name.

It was the seventh floor, room...

Forget it.

Wanna grab a bite?

- Let's go straight to your place.

- OK.

A glass of wine?

- You had it developed already?

- Yes.

Do you like it?

Wait, wait.

May I blindfold you?

How long can you stay?

Till tomorrow morning.

Then let's go out

to dinner.

What's wrong?

- Do you know her?

- I don't think so.

- Do you know her?

- Nope.

Yes you do,

you know her.

- I do not, how should I?

- You're lying.

You're back at her house?

And your friend's parents

let her stay out that late?

I'm back at the hospital.

The man you saw me with

was a colleague.

We went for a walk.

See you tomorrow.

- Go down on me.

- Is that what you want?

The room service waiter

watched you eating me out.

He was young, dark hair.

I wanted him to watch us.

I saw him come in.

Give me the camera.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I've never f***ed like

this before.

Do whatever

you want with me.

Spread your legs.

Now stroke yourself.

No, I can't.

Are you married too?

Children?

How old?

Five and seven.

How long

are you staying?

My plane leaves

tomorrow morning.

I can't come tonight.

Please don't stop.

Here's my number

at the hospital.

Call me there instead,

if you want.

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