Black Past

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PRESENT DAY:

-Hi, that was the last box.

-Good. The coffee is done.

-Good. The old apartment is empty.

-About time.

I really hate moving.

I'm glad it's over now.

-Isn't Tom awake?

-No, he's still sleeping.

Still sleeping?

Is he mad? he has to get to school.

-Is Bettina here?

-No, she's gone to work.

Come on, Thommy. You have to

go to school. It's time.

Yes, yes. Don't you know

how to knock?

Stupid slut.

By the way, do you have my records?

I don't have them.

-Now get out.

-Don't pretend.

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

Hurry up, will you?

Stop it. Do you always

have to take my stuff?

It gets on my nerves.

you act like a damned idiot.

-Get ready now.

-Are you drinking my coffee as well?

...last week I got a

really dumb love letter.

She's absolutely amazing.

Just look.

-Look at that smile...

-What do you think?

What's that riff-raff

doing around here?

Cut it out, will you?

Are you stupid?

What is wrong with you?

-Just leave us alone.

-Shut up, slut. Go to hell!

-That's the last thing I'll do.

-Are you alright? Stand up.

There, stand up.

-Do you have a handkerchief?

-Unbelievable.

Shit...

Should I call an ambulance?

No, it's fine.

-Lean on me.

-Get up.

-Why didn't you do anything?

-Am I supposed to protect you?

-Cowardly swine.

-And what did you do?

Next time, those assholes

won't be allowed to go that far.

They'll be thrown out of school

soon anyway.

See you tomorrow.

Thommy, telephone.

-Yes, I'm coming...

-You could clean your room too.

-Sure, but what does it matter?

-It looks like a garbage dump.

-Hi...

-Hi, Frankie.

Why don't you come over tonight?

There's nothing on TV,

but we could go rent a movie.

-But first you clean your room.

-Yes, yes...

If they come home,

we can sleep at your house.

-See you then.

-Tonight, yes.

-Bettina, where is the guest bed?

-What guest bed?

-We only have one. The fold-up bed.

-It's in the attic.

Shit.

Who owns the old case in the attic?

-No idea. Not me.

-It's locked with chains.

-Maybe it was the previous tenant's.

-Okay.

So...

-It's not that exciting here.

-The house has a pretty cool history.

It's utterly decrepit.

Do you want a beer?

Let's see what this thing says.

Here, listen to this:

"What is happening to me?"

"It's difficult to describe

my current state."

"Something's happening

in the mirror I have in my office."

-"Reality might not exist."

-I get that.

"A terrible and dark power

has taken me over."

"I pray to God for help,

but he does not listen."

And then some empty pages.

Something must have happened.

"March 19th."

"Today I have killed my family

in the most horrific of ways."

"The only way to stop the terror

is to destroy the mirror."

That one. I bet you

it belonged to him

-Like in a crappy horror movie.

-Very crappy.

But the mirror is nice.

I'll hang it on the wall.

I bet the demons will be here

by tomorrow morning.

Yes, slapping our fat asses.

And our fingers.

-Is it straight?

-Yes.

-Looks nice, right?

-Sure.

What crap.

-Want to watch a movie?

-Maybe "Double Fistwurst 2"?

-Talk to her. Say anything.

-No way.

Forget it. No.

Should I just call her?

You think she'd like that?

Yes, of course.

That's just dumb. That won't work.

Why not? It's obvious

that she likes you.

-You're so full of shit.

-What? You're just shy.

Invite her over.

Coward. Chicken.

I bet 50 Marks

that you don't dare do it.

Well, if you're serious about that...

Binder's old house...

It's been said that 100 years ago

old Binder-

-locked his son in the basement

and let him starve to death.

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