Nena Page #5

Meanwhile, the numbers seeking

refuge in the embassy are growing.

Vogel's offer will only remain valid

for the next three days.

Over to Prague...

I need to get home.

Hello. A package for you.

Thank you.

...in Poland, the GDR's foreign minister

was told by diplomats...

that refugees from the GDR in Warsaw

were free to travel.

The embassy will issue travel permits

for some 1,000 refugees on Monday.

I wouldn't use arsenic.

That's vety painful.

Says who?

My chemistry teacher.

I see.

I thought you'd dropped chemistry.

I'm still trying to decide.

- Between biology and math B.

- Math B?

You're too stupid to for electrocution.

And those pills were not a big hit either.

So.

A gun or cutting your wrists?

A gun.

- A gun or a bag over your head?

- I don't want to suffocate.

Pawn to D6.

Gun or jumping off a bridge?

- Jumping?

- Driving.

Drowning also means suffocating.

They say it's a good way to die.

Bishop to G4.

Same as freezing.

Gun or train?

Train.

Train?

Yes. A gun is not so easy to come by.

- Bad news for the train driver.

- True.

Bad enough?

Bishop to D1.

You could make a banner.

One that says 'sorry'.

Check.

Oh, dear.

King to E7.

- Train or gas?

- How?

- In a car, using a hose.

- Train, train.

Train or...

Do you need anything?

Cigarettes.

Me too.

Or life?

Check mate?

Train orlife?

Your hand is in mine...

for as long as you keep it there.

Rilke?

Kafka.

Sh*t.

Will you hold me?

Come.

And now?

Now it's over.

Waste of time.

A carnival song.

Did your parents know?

Seriously? They named you

after a carnival song?

- My father's from Venlo.

- He's a fascist.

Excuse me?

Heidemarie

as we're marching on the Rhine

Heidemarie

and we're sampling the wine

then I wish I had on my knee

like the rest of my company

a girl that can kiss like you

Heidemarie

German marching song.

That's where yourname comes from.

- You cannot ask that of me.

- Why not?

Because...

It's simply not fair.

- Why not?

- I'm your brother, Martin.

So what?

Talk to your doctor.

Maybe he could...

Paul, you know

a doctor wouldn't do that.

Because it is illegal, Martin.

I have... Oh, damn it.

- I didn't take you in so that you...

- Hey, pipsqueak.

Nena.

What's going on?

Paul is worried he'll end up in jail

if he helps his brother top himself.

Am I right?

It goes against everything I stand for,

everything I believe in.

And you?

Why don't you do it?

Me?

Coffee?

I don't drink coffee.

What do you want to do?

See a film? Go to a restaurant?

Climb the Martini tower?

But I can't take you out like this.

Dad.

Come on. It's not funny.

Hip, hip...

Hurray.

He doesn't want cake.

He wants to die.

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