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- Is that everything? - Yes, everything from observation II.

Practices?

Deviant sexual practices according to Paragraph 175.

Touching another man's penis, mutual masturbation,

fellatio active, fellatio passive,

coitus analis in one case.

- No denial? - No denial.

What sentence do you call for?

24 months without probation.

Shirt.

Feet.

Okay.

Wait here.

Wait in the middle.

Wait there.

Up!

Did you miss me so bad?

Just your cock.

- Is that the new fag style? - Yes.

You just can't help yourself, can you?

- And you're still here. - Yeah.

Not for much longer. My parole hearing is coming up.

And what are your chances?

As good as yours of ending up in here again.

In other words good.

- Where did they catch you? - What?

Where?

- In the toilet. - In the cottage? Me too.

I know.

- What do you want? - 175ers stand over there.

Leave him alone. Come on!

Just leave him alone.

Stay out of this.

Drop it!

What's wrong with you, faggot?!

Stop! On the ground!

On the ground, you!

Step back, I said!

Get up! Move it!

Stop!

Hey, bullhead!

Are you bored?

If you try to run away again, they'll shoot you.

Do you understand?

Wait.

Next cell.

Clear the bed.

NAME: HANS HOFFMANN CRIME: PARAGRAPH 175

Get lost!

Fuck off!

You hear me?

Fuck off!

Piss off!

Hey, what's going on?

- I don't want that pervert near me! - I don't give a shit.

- Put him somewhere else. - Enough!

Get up.

Go in.

Touch me and you're dead.

Hands off!

What's that?

You were in there for Paragraph 175. Am I right?

They deported you homos, too.

Doesn't that bother you?

That...

I could get rid of it.

I could tattoo something over it.

If you want. Just let me know.

What do you need?

Hold on here.

So, what's it gonna be?

What should I tattoo over it?

You've gotta tell me what you want.

Anything. Just do it.

Was that place really as bad as the Yanks say it was?

I don't speak English, but the things you hear...

What's that?

This? From me, when I was young and stupid.

It was my first one, but you can still tell what it is, right?

How long do they lock you up for that, anyway?

I mean, for what you're here for.

18 months.

Good, plenty of time to finish this.

I've only got four left.

It's the rest. I already served 14.

Rest? They stuck you in jail straight from concentration camp?

Seriously?

I just can't imagine.

What? Concentration camp?

No, life without chicks.

Guess you'll have to get used to it.

I'm not staying in here all my life.

No way.

You don't know shit!

Fucking faggot!

Do it better!

Who did this?

What's this?

It's mine.

Go on.

Close the door.

Careful.

Nothing's for free in here.

- How long did you get? - 12 months.

- And you? - More.

What do you do? On the outside, I mean.

This and that. Until it's back to sewing again.

I'm a teacher.

A teacher?

And what do you teach?

German and music.

- You play music? - I play the violin.

Shit. Will they let you teach again, since you're a pervert now?

I don't know.

I better get back to work.

Wait, what are you doing later?

- What? - Tonight.

What do you mean?

Don't get up tonight.

What?

At night watch.

Stay in bed.

Just do it.

Everyone up - head count!

Get up! Or I'm kicking you out!

Come on, kid, get up.

Get dressed.

Faster.

Wait.

Get in.

Not the nicest place, I know.

For a date?

- Do you do this often? - What?

Fuck?

No. This. Here.

No.

Not that often.

And the cottage, you go there a lot?

There? Yes, pretty often.

I told them

that you walked in on me.

Told whom?

The police.

Well, I did, didn't I?

What happened then?

I said you forced me.

But they didn't believe you, did they?

Obviously not.

Can you go again?

You on top this time?

Move it. Get out.

Fuck 1969!

You know that guy's a kiddie-fucker?

- Why would you think that? - He's a teacher!

- So that means he screws his students? - You never know with those guys.

- Are you jealous? - No, I'm just worried.

- You? - Yes, why not?

About me?

What's that stupid grin?

- Look at you. - What about me?

- Nothing. - Come on, spit it out.

Everyone knows you shoot drugs.

Well, I've got it under control, don't worry.

Get your own shit under control.

Not just for you. For his sake, too.

Or have you already forgotten how this ends?

Let me out!

Hey!

I know you can hear me!

You have no right!

Let me out, you bastard!

Get up.

Get up!

Move it, you little shit!

Come on!

- Where did they take you? - To the hole.

No big deal.

- Why do you always act up, Hans? - They have no right.

Well...

Where do you live?

- Somewhere on the second floor. - Which cell?

163, I think.

- Alone? - Yes.

Do you work?

On the roof.

On the roof?

That's nice. Lots of fresh air.

Hans, what in the world is nice about that?

Hey, don't worry.

We'll get through this.

- We? - Yes, of course, we.

Go away, Hans.

The guard's watching.

- Let him watch. - Hey, you two!

You're not allowed together.

We're just talking.

Hoffmann, stop! I said, stop!

No more yard-time for you.

Move it.

Move it!

Your turn.

Get up! Food's here.

I knew it was you.

I forgot how shitty it looks.

Got a cigarette?

- You never sent me none. - Huh?

- You never sent me any. - And you still can't talk properly.

- You should've brought me some. - Come on, give me one.

Small world, ain't it?

- Still here? - And you? Still a pervert?

Can you give this to someone?

- Depends. - 1-6-3. Second floor.

- Who's there? - A friend.

- The guy from the yard? - Will you do it or not?

- I don't have access. - Then in the yard.

You know I don't want to be seen with a 175.

It's just a fucking book, man.

Sorry. I gotta go.

Fuck these libido-killing drugs they slip us.

They mixed it into our food during the war, too.

Yeah, they put that shit in the salt.

You don't taste it.

You don't realize it.

I'm just saying, 'cause you work in the kitchen.

I mean, everybody's gotta eat.

Hans?

Hans.

I'll do it for you.

But then you gotta do something for me.

Sure. What do you want me to do?

You could help me out with something...

With what?

Tell me.

Are you playing dumb on purpose?

What?

Well, what are you in here for?

- Absolutely not. - But you like doing it.

- But I don't suck everybody's dick. - Then forget it!

1-6-3.

This is from Hoffmann.

Stop.

My godsend.

- Do you want my jacket? - No.

So, what now?

We'll see.

What are we going to do?

Everything.

Everything we want to do.

- Right, like last time. - We had bad luck.

- We just had bad luck. - No.

- It'll happen to us everywhere. - Next time, we'll be more careful.

- Never leave the apartment again? - Fine with me.

We can't live together, Hans.

I can't do this.

Then we'll go away.

- Away? - Yes.

- But where? - To the GDR.

- To the GDR? - Yes.

- They don't lock you up there. - You want to flee to East Germany?

East Germany?!

Hans...

Come here.

I love you, man.

Get out of the way. Let me through.

Get back to work!

Hoffmann.

Get out.

Where is he?

- Where's Oskar? - He's not here any more. He's gone.

What? Where did they take him?

They didn't take him anywhere. He left through the side door.

He jumped off the roof yesterday.

Jumped off the roof?

The higher you fly, the harder you fall.

- Your turn or mine? - Your turn.

Hans?

Leave me alone. Go away.

- Go away! - Come here.

What's going on?

That's enough.

Enough, I said.

- Get up. - Fuck off!

Fuck off! Fucking...

Get up!

Get up!

Let go of me!

You heartless bastards!

You bastards!

Mr Giese, you testified

that you were forced to partake

in the deviant acts that you were accused of.

Is that correct?

Yes.

We now have a written confession by Mr Hoffmann,

confirming your testimony.

Your case will be submitted to the court for appeal.

Why are you doing this?

It's what you wanted.

No.

I...

Not this way.

There is no other way.

You don't belong here.

And you do?

With me, it doesn't matter. You're a teacher.

- So, what we had is over? - We never had anything.

Ready?

I've been ready for 20 years.

You finally pissing off?

You bet your ass. I'll send you a postcard.

- So, who's up next? - Viktor Bix.

His third hearing. Is there anything new on him?

- I have nothing. - Neither do I.

- I gotta take a leak. - What?

I gotta take a leak real bad.

- You can't be serious! - I can't help it.

Bix.

Bix, hurry up.

Fucking idiot.

What are you doing here, Hoffmann?

Cozy.

It's really cozy here.

Like a real home.

Give it back.

Are you sure you want to get out of here?

Leave me alone and fuck off.

I can help you, Viktor.

If you want.

- Because you're such an expert? - Like you in tattooing.

I don't need help.

Not from you.

Okay.

I'll see what I can do.

Just like the old days.

Except you're not beating me up.

Wait and see.

Leave me alone.

What's the point, anyway?

Who cares if I'm clean in here or not?

I care.

Maybe I'm not supposed to get out.

I shot that guy dead.

It happened so quick.

You never asked.

All these years, and you never asked once.

It's funny...

during the whole fucking war, I didn't kill a single soul.

But when I got home, I did.

Right in my own bedroom.

It's an irony of fate, right?

Isn't that what they call it?

Irony of fate?

Yes, an irony of fate.

That's the phrase.

And Rita...

Her name was Rita.

She just looked at me...

like she didn't know me.

Terrified and scared,

with blood splatters on her face.

"What have you done?" she said.

Me? What had I done, she asked.

I just wanted her to be quiet.

I loved her, I really did.

Give that to me.

Give it back!

You're such an asshole.

- I'm not that way. - I know.

Then leave me alone.

Why are you still here?!

I thought it'd be more exciting.

With aliens, or what?

Yeah, why not?

Right, why not?

You never know. Nobody's been up there before.

PARAGRAPH 175

THE LAW IS ABOLISHED

What's wrong?

Let's break out of here.

- Bust out? - Yes.

- Where to? - Anywhere.

- Just out of here. - Russia...

Okay. Wherever you like.

- And how? - I don't know. You're the expert.

You want to bust out? You, on the run?

I've been on the run all my life.

I wouldn't still be rotting in here if I could just waltz out.

We're stuck in here. That's what it's built for!

Why the hell would I still be here?

Tell me that!

- You never tried. - Because there's no way out!

What's this?

Is this a joke? Where did you get this?

- For real? - I'm legal now.

That's possible?

I mean, they can't just abolish a law.

Can they?

But...

That's great. You're going home.

Yes.

And I won't come back.

Stop it.

Stop it.

You like it?

- Can you tell what it is? - Sure.

Come on. Let's go.

Don't say goodbye. It's bad luck.

Hoffmann,

bring me cigarettes once in a while.

GREAT FREEDOM

A shot.