Four Minutes Page #3

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Those are the rules.

-That's nonsense.

How am I supposed to

teach her like that?

It's for your personal safety.

So we'll...

... read music.

You can read music...

...can't you?

-Yes.

So, what's the time signature?

Three-four.

-Good.

I'll play the quarter notes

and you sing the melody.

One, two...

Mr. Kowalski?

-You need to step back a bit.

If I step back,

she can't read the music anymore.

One meter distance.

-Why?

Because of your hand.

-What about it?

She could bite you.

Jenny, are you planning to bite my hand?

No.

She even bites her own hand.

Who do you think I am?

It all depends how far she gets.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

But I can't speak for

the editorial department.

Mrs. Krger,

meet Mr. Wahrich from Der Spiegel.

Please be nice to the press.

He's writing a piece about our prison.

I have to teach now.

Could she play something for us?

Not yet.

-Please!

We're still reading music.

-So read music.

No.

Four.

Go ahead.

Then I need my handcuffs.

I've only played with handcuffs so far.

I like the handcuffs idea.

-Yeah, me too.

Handcuffed, then?

Behind the back, please.

Sure... behind the back.

Don't you ever...

play that negro music again!

What?

-Negro music.

What the f***!

That's what I like.

Are you sorry, at least?

-Yes.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Good.

Oh, God.

Those are the wrong ones.

Did you know there's trumpetfish?

And fiddlefish?

Even drumfish?

Enough for a whole orchestra.

She does have small hands.

If there was a pianofish,

it'd look like your daughter.

You as her dad can be proud.

The contest tomorrow

will be a piece of cake for her.

It's only the first round.

Will you be there?

I mean, incognito, of course.

Is she in civilian clothes?

-Of course.

Is she clean?

-Sorry, I didn't try to sniff on her.

What are those?

-Civilian clothes.

We have to buy her clothes.

-Not permitted.

Forget it.

-A sweater, some pants, shoes...

In this outfit we don't even have to go.

Then let's go back to prison.

Oh, no.

-Oh, yes.

No way.

Take off yourjacket.

Take off your coat.

It's your turn.

Should I put down my stipends?

-Yes, all of them.

I'm a master student.

-Put it down.

Are you a master student, too?

-No, I'm a killer.

Put it down.

You never know what it's good for.

Let those losers fight it out.

It doesn't get my nipples hard.

We're here now...

and we'll see this through.

No, we won't, you f***ing c*nt!

You're scared.

-Yeah, sure, I'm scared.

Oh, I'm so scared!

That's normal.

The guy in there's scared, too.

As he should be.

He's got no talent at all.

With you it's different.

-Spare me the psycho babble.

If you don't make it here today,

you'll never make it.

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