Berlin Calling Page #4

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You could help me manage

Mike or Patricia.

They're easier to handle than Ickarus.

This is not about me, Alice.

And I am not interested

in managing another DJ.

Let's wait two weeks...

- No. When Ickarus is back to normal,

we'll talk about the album.

So we've cancelled

Ickarus' record release party

and move this.

- Do you have a job for me?

I mean, just for a while.

- Door or bar?

Door.

Door with Corinna like the old days.

Want one?

Icka always had

everything under control.

What was that pill that nailed him?

The pill was a bastard.

The doctor said it had PMA in it. - PMA?

What is that?.

- It is some bad, bad sh*t.

Where'd he get it?.

Here?

I can't allow that.

I don't want bad pills in my club.

Who is selling them?

Erbse!

Hey, Pete, it's no fun this way.

Man, Pete, play right!

Don't just smash it all the time!

I'm tired of this.

Alex, I need to go out for a while.

They're driving me crazy.

Can you tell the doorman?

Did you talk with Dr. Paul?

- She's not here.

This is an open ward,

not a prison, right?.

It's better if Dr. Paul knows.

- But she's not here! How can she?

Come on. I want some cigarettes.

Gotta lose these crazies for a while.

Yes... but not for long.

Come right back, okay, Icka?

10 minutes!

Erbse!

Hey. - Hey. Sorry about that pill.

I didn't know they were so bad.

You have to choose one of three jobs.

I have to collect the empties

in a liquor store. I stand around

and have to take the bottles

out of the machine...

The other day, some guy had the wrong

bottles, the machine was beeping...

I told him through the slot,

"We don't take them! They're not ours!"

He flipped out,

starting throwing bottles.

10 minutes later the police came.

I only just got my 'stuff' hidden.

Why do you do that job?

I have to do it to get my welfare money.

But it's cool,

I even get my 'stuff' delivered there.

Nobody notices. But I'm quitting.

I've got a buddy who is

getting me a real job. - What?

He works in insurance, pension plans,

car insurance, life insurance...

Might be good for me.

I know lots of people.

I know how to sell...

Subscriber present.

Alex? To the hospital? Now?

No way. I'm in a meeting...

The album... Ciao.

Idiot...

Do it, it sounds good.

Hey, Icka!

Jenny! You here, too?

I just got here.

Where've you been all the time?

London, Brussels...

Just got back. And you?

I'm alright.

How is it? You got any party powder?

Party?

- Yeah. - I'm up for it.

And your girlfriend?

- No idea.

I see. Well then...

Got it?

Another line?

- No.

I'll have one for myself.

Oh God...

Did you see the Japan mix?

2002?

Look at me.

F*** off, Icka.

- I need that recording!

Hello? I just told you to f*** off.

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