Auf der Flucht - Das Experiment Page #3

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Drink your milk, 82.

- I don't drink milk.

I get postcards from Jamaica,

Sri Lanka...

Rule number four, 82.

Consume all your food!

I never drink milk. I hate milk.

Go on, a rule is a rule!

Milk makes me sick.

- Drink. Your. Milk.

One to zero for us, Schutte!

Eat up! You have two minutes.

Back to your cells!

Idiot!

Is there a problem?

Away from the doors!

Now:
Shut up! Bedtime!

Anyone hurt?

Quiet! Whoever talks now...

...does push-ups.

Good night, ladies!

Can you live from that?

- Sure.

You can't let them push you around!

What should I do?

They have to take us seriously

or we can forget it.

If you say he has to drink

his milk, then he has to.

Yeah, sure.

But the Elvis number is good!

- Cool hip swing!

My wife made that.

- No, thanks. Do you have kids?

A son, four months.

Sweet! These are my rug rats.

Twins? Cute, too.

Can I see them as well?

- Sure.

What about you, Berus?

- A daughter.

How old?

- She'll be twelve in three days.

Do you have a photo?

No photo?

What kind of a father are you?

I'm a good father!

Eckert? Do you have kids?

What's up now?

Out you come, 77.

Why?

- I said, out!

Push-ups!

Can't you say that friendlier?

- Push-ups!

I heard you the first time, homo.

Very easy - just say please once.

What?

Fine, the whole cell, out!

38, 69, out!

Wait a sec, did you sleep

on your Superman comics?

They're not involved. Talk to me!

And down! Twenty!

I didn't do anything!

Remember who

you have to thank for this.

Jerk!

And another twenty for that!

I had no idea

you could be so hard!

Great show!

Did you see that?

They're doing everything.

Get up! Out of the cells!

Line up!

The 2nd day

Get moving!

The ladies in cell three,

sore muscles?

Morning.

If I installed a taxi radio

the drivers could order some meat...

...and I have it deep fried on time.

Gentlemen, finish breakfast!

82,

you didn't drink your milk.

I said that I don't drink milk.

Well, milk or push-ups.

But I miss some enzyme!

Wonderful, let's do push-ups

instead of milk.

All together, right? Let's do

push-ups for Schutte.

Sure we'll do push-ups!

Excuse me, Mr. Prison Guard!

One, two, three...

...four, five, six...

...seven, eight, nine...

That's clever.

What if he really is allergic to milk?

- Nonsense. The problem is 77.

Come on, bed check!

He really stinks!

You learn that as a lifeguard?

- The very first thing.

77, made your bed yet?

That's mean.

You'll have to do it again!

Do it again, I said!

I'll count to three

and the bed is made.

And one!

And two!

And three!

Shall I call the guards?

Jutta, quickly!

Come on, I'll help you.

We don't want to get out

of here anyway, do we?

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