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Comrades. Greetings!

Greetings, Comrades!

Comrades, and now for our party members the premiere unveiling

of the Aryan star.

Thank you.

Snoopy!

Don't let the painting hang for too long,

You never know when unwanted visitors might pop by. -Of course, comrade.

No fighting!

Are you crazy?

That's it!

Snoopy, get over here!

Get over here.

listen, you've had your chance. I don't want to see you around here anymore.

Hey kid, come here!

From now on you won't be receiving any support from us anymore.

You look pretty cool when you talk shit.

Why are you hanging out with those losers?

What's it to you?

Visit us sometime. We'll feed you as well.

Drop by anytime.

What's your name anyway? - That's none of your fucking business.

How polite!

Comrade Willy, we'll build him up.

Interesting!

Islam go home!

Jacob! Are you there?

I brought you fresh bread roles.

God, you got old... Gustav Tritzinsky...

and have learnt nothing from life.

Jacob, I'm going down to the dry cleaner's!

Hey, Gustav.

Finished?

Finished with my nerves.

Gee, what's up with you? Didn't you get laid? Come, let me give you a peck.

I haven't brushed my teeth. -Who said anything about a French kiss? Come here.

Did you see the RWT guys?

Beefy but shit for brains.

Well, dummies are the better fuck.

language!

You're a darling, Gustav!

Who is the lucky one this time?

Ahmet from Morocco.

-Bloodsucker! -Who, me?

A registered partnership ensures him an Austrian passport.

From the desert straight to the Town Hall Gardens.

He works there as a toilet cleaner.

Fantastic prospects!

How much is he paying you?

Just 10.OOO Euro. And I get to study law for another year.

Disgusting, this new breed of solicitors.

God forbid someone like you will ever become a state prosecutor.

Add that to my bill, will you Gustav?

See you at the wedding at Bel Ami's.

Take care!

Look who's here! Hey, still in the charts?

Fucking student!

He's only getting married to himself.

Hi, Gustav! Give us a kiss!

Got a coffee for me?

You're in a mighty good mood! There's coffee in the back.

Are you coming, too?

In a tick. -I'm living...

I.D.? -I don't have one.

Snoopy ok, but that baby face... sorry... come back when he's 18.

He belongs to me.

I.D.?

All the Turks, Yugos and Wogs in the streets, kicking the Jews and Polaks in the head.

That's how we keep our cities neat and clean for our people, for our way.

We make sacrifices at any expense so our land is pure from the filth,

and at last it will be how it once used to be.

Blood, friends, purity, honour. Men, grab your guns.

Where is the new kid? -Dancing away.

Where is Lippi? -He's fucking his girl.

I need a beer.

Comrades, I've got a problem here.

One of these stuck up social workers is threatening to put me back in prison.

What? -Shit.

Are you okay? -Listen asshole, get off my bird!

She's bleeding.

Yes, she's got her period. But a baby face like you doesn't understand these things.

How am I supposed to know she belongs with you? -You simply ought to.

Stop it!

He's pissing his pants.

Lippi, want a puff?

Fucking joints! Better cut your hair before you talk to me.

Man,where are you going? You're shaking.

What's up with you? Want to end up like fucking Emo?

You should start looking after yourself. A bit of exercise. Here, let me show you.

Come on!

The kid is being mouthy. He needs a good slap.

Let's go, teach him a lesson! -Lippi!

That's Axel, he is with me.

He's a little rat, that boy. His parents kicked him out.

That fuck is hitting on my pussy.

- You're not talking now! - Mate, I don't even know you!

We address each other as 'comrades' when we are amongst us.

Understood, comrade?

Do you even have any idea what's going on here? -Watch it, idiot!

We've gotta virgin on our hands.

We have an assignment to fulfil. We live for and stand by Austria.

Where are you from? You sound like a Styrian.

My dad is from Styria, too. You know what he says?

Red-White-Red until you're dead.

Full of pride for your fatherland, that's important.

We'll make a good patriot out of you, right?

10.OOO? -Should be right.

Here's to the wedding couple! Everybody happy?

Look at you! Please. Please! Come on, put it on! I'll take a picture!

A photo, a photo! -I'll take a picture!

Altogether now and cheers!

Ahmet look here, this is where the action is!

Cheers!

I have lived the life of a woman for over a year now,

the whole shebang.

I've made a decision. I went to see a gynaecologist today.

Never fails to miss a chance!

I say to my doctor: listen, I've made up my mind!

38 sessions with a psychologist are plenty.

I want to live like a woman, love like a woman and die as a woman.

If it was that easy! -Easy?

In Casablanca the doctors are renowned for their artistic skills in that field.

She'll probably end up fucking around with the Arabs.

What do you think they can still do for you, you old queen?

Your holiness, he who can only make love when the alter boys kneel in front of him,

is better of shutting his trap. -Hey!

I have an idea. All of you, accompany me to Casablanca for a short holiday!

I also know of a good doctor in Styria,

or even one in St. Pauli in Hamburg, where you are from.

Hungary for teeth,

Switzerland for livers and Casablanca for a sex change.

Who is getting the next round?

Great, the Krauts have occupied Austria once again.

I wonder who tailored Hitler's uniforms.

And who made these sexy pants for the Hitler boys?

You really have the best traits of a person.

Old, disgusting, right wing, Austrian and clerical.

Those right wing guys are supposedly pretty good in bed. Right, Gustav?

You're the expert.

Happiness and joy to the birthday child!

Happiness and joy to the birthday child! All the best!

Wonderful, a Malakov cake!

Who calls upon pride does not mean misery or love.

Who calls upon misery does not mean pain or the heart.

Who calls upon love is with good reason

Me birthday child, let me tell you!

In and out and out and in,

with the life and with the wine.

In and out and out and in,

with the life and with the wine.

In and out and out and in,

with the life and with the wine.

In and out and out and in,

with the life and with the wine.

In and out and out and in,

with the life and with the wine.

In and out and out and in,

with the life and with the wine.

In and out and out and in,

with the life and with the wine.

The social swine is called Thomas Loren_. He'll be first.

Listen to him. -Ok.

And after that all the other Yugos get kicked in the head.

They take away jobs from us, the good patriots.

What? Are you shitting yourself? -No, but I'd rather have a smoke.

Listen, Axel. You'll never forget your first street fight.

Comrade, I'll be keeping an eye on you.

You ought to give everything! The harder, the better!

Don't forget, it's for a good cause! -Which cause?

What an Idiot!

They want to throw me back in prison, any idea what that means?

Take that knife! It's about honour, comrade!

Thomas Lorenz is a homosexual, homosexual, homosexual.

Attack! -Go away! Fuck off!

You take care of that asshole! -Here, have a sausage!

What do you want? -Quiet, quiet! Stop it!

Kick his head!

Stop it! Quiet! -What's going on?

Axel, stab that swine!

Can't see anymore? -Put that knife away!

Don't listen to these cunts! -Find your enemies somewhere else!

Don't embarrass me! Everybody's looking at you!

Kid, you can't just go and kill him!

Lippi will be proud of you. -Comrade.

The fight is everything!

leave a mark!

Put that knife down.

Are you a man or a mouse?

Axel. Stab him. It's fun, you'll see.

Don't be a wimp! -That swine has deserved it!

Get help! Get help! Assholes!

No regrets! No mercy!

Hold on! Everything will be okay!

Assholes! Bloody assholes! look what you've done!

Shit!

Who's there?

I'll shoot!

Put that shit away! -Look at you!

There's nothing here for you. -I didn't break in.

Your blood merging with mine. Heil Hitler.

What has he gotta do with it? -He gives us his blessing and we obey.

Gustav, I don't want to anymore.

For always and ever and beyond. -And Hitler we leave out of this.

Okay.

What happened? Speak to me, Kraus!

Shit, I think I'm bleeding.

We have to pass by the comrade.

The search party are on their way. And then...

...it's over. -Get out of there!

You're shaking.

I know you are hiding back there. Help me and I'll let you go.

Don't believe him. He's bluffing.

Give me the knife. He has no chance.

You can't just stab him. He is a comrade.

I'm doing it for you. -It's your duty to help a comrade in need.

You took the HJ oath. Come on, help me to get up.

We'll help you but first put down the gun. Heil Hitler.

Comrade pig!

How are you?

Mamma's boy. -Man!

Shit.

You need a doctor.

No, I'm fine.

I won't leave you like that.

Can I wash my hands?

Come upstairs with me.

Come.

Lie down.

But I have to get home.

Come!

Popping around in the party Headquarters? -Leave me alone.

Where are the fucking keys?

Gustav, when did you start... playing guitar?

That's...

Haven't found the time to introduce him to me?

Christina Th�rmer.

Axel. -Wow!

Shocking! At this early hour!

How about some friendly raping? -That's Axel.

Yeah, your nephew...

Omar Sharif, Alfons Haider, Bishop Krenn,

Elton John - they all had nephews. But you, you got me!

Darling...

...don't catch a cold. Darling.

Darling. -Fingers off!

Excuse me young man, I meant to say. -Got something to smoke?

let's smoke another joint and another one.

No one has ever died from it, it can't be that bad for you.

let's share another spliff and another one.

Gustav, stop pretending.

let's smoke another joint and another one. Oh Gustav. Oh Gustav.

Oh shit.

Shit. Where is my shirt, where are my things?

I have a job interview in an hour.

What's that? -Looks like clothes. Want to try them on?

Come here.

Have a look. It will suit you well.

I look like shit.

Every second word you say is ,shit'. Don't you have any other vocabulary?

By 11:OO the suit has to be back here.

Good morning! -Morning.

Nifty outfit! -Yes.

Are you coming to the meeting at 'Aunt Lena's'?

Let's see. -Hold on.

Read this. See you. -Bye.

Gustav don't look, it's a terrible stain!

Did you know that statistically

men tend to have bigger bags under their eyes than women?

Firstly, you're basically still a man.

Secondly,

Don't listen to what they say on TV or in the paper.

And thirdly, sleep it off.

Gustav! The things I miss in life, how silly of me!

You made breakfast for us!

'Breakfast at Tiffany's! 'Breakfast at Tritzinsky's!

My pleasure, darling.

Hello. -Hello, who are you?

I am hereto apply for the security guard position.

Well, you're a bit late.

I ended up in the wrong airport.

Sounds like the perfect qualifications to becoming a security guard.

Your certificate, please.

Willy has told me that you are a perky kid, but not that you are a dickhead.

Is that your TV?

As you can clearly see, this is not a TV-set. That is a room monitoring system.

Well, let me show you what I understand by physical protection.

Can you fix that, can't you?

What did you do with it? -What are you thinking of?

I'm thinking of nothing.

I'm just trying to get rid of the stain. -Like no other.

You've had this drycleaner's in Vienna for over 30 years now.

For many years now.

You've always stayed true to yourself. -That's why they call me the 'Salzburg Bull Washer'.

You certainly are the last gentleman. And me, the whore from Hamburg.

Hello. -Dammit. The suit!

My suit is supposed to be done. -Oh my God!

There seems to be a problem.

What a dump!

Gustav, with this you gonna have a rough time...

Keep your thoughts to yourself.

Bloodstains supposedly are especially hard to get out.

Where have you been? -Come off it.

Pretty damn cool how you stabbed that leftwing fascist social swine. Well done, Axel.

We have big plans for you. -Where were you last night?

Where were YOU? I could have died. -We were indeed worried about our Baby.

listen, shitface...

The coppers could have questioned you.

Axel! You know what we do with traitors? Can you even imagine?

No matter where you'd hide or what disguise you'd wear. We'd find you anyway. Okay?

Be aware...

let's got

You'd have every reason to report that boy.

Just worry about your own shit.

Everybody chooses their own way. You've chosen yours and I've chosen mine for quite some time.

Far too long!

I don't need them to cut bib off my body.

But you'd do anything to have your memories cut out!

Comrades, I understand that you are eager to reach our goals

with force but at the moment it will just make us look bad.

In Austria we cash in, not the Russian mob.

We need new ideas for our campaign. We are the party of the simple folk.

We need catchy phrases for our posters, for our demonstrations.

The nation is responsive to clear slogans.

'No EU', 'Think Austria', 'Think like a true patriot'. An Austrian is no faggot!

Yes! Hip hip hurray!

Hip hip hurray!

We need the faces of delinquents.

So go out and take pictures of that homo, that pervert!

We'll make posters of them and publish them in the papers and on the Internet.

Now, let's welcome our dear friend and lawyer, Mr. Kraake.

Friends, comrades!

At the moment the atmosphere is a bit tense but we need to keep a clear head and be less emotional.

The Internet is a great medium to arrange illegal demonstrations.

We are a political academy.

The fun only staff with six million Jews...

Hey, Axel! You know such a dirty swine, don't you? -I don't know any Jews.

But faggots. I have seen you around Tritzinsky's dry cleaner's.

You wouldn't believe what I'm thinking right now.

Understand? We keep our circles pure.

Anyway, are you a party member yet?

The receipt! I only have 80 Euros on me. I still have to pay the room. That'll be some pricey fun.

Darling... Have fun, doctor!

My dear friends!

Will I have to wear a veil in Casablanca? -You won't!

last time I was in hospital was when I was seven, when they took out my tonsils. Well, tonsils are glands, too.

Cheers!

Gustav, you didn't need to come!

Ali, can you please get another bee_

You see, the stain is gone. -Gustav Tritzinsky gets rid of any stain. Done in a flash!

But gets ridiculed none the less. That's life.

I�m too old to argue. Christina, may I? -Please. But drinking still works?

Of course.

Always.

Thank you.

Cheers.

I'm a slapper and a silly cow and so are you, right?

You'd better shout for my next drink you silly cow or I'll tell you off till you puke.

I know you need money. -Plane ticket, the surgery...And....

...you need to get to Casablanca.

Oh Gustav, the last gentleman indeed. The last sir that to this day knows what a real gentleman is supposed to be.

The last gentleman indeed. The last sir that to this day knows what a real gentleman is supposed to be.

So don't stop cleaning until your heart is carried back home.

Clean up Gustav, it's never too late for love.

look, how you soiled it!

My mum's boyfriend also pretends to be my dad.

As soon as I have money he takes it away from me.

Then he goes 'find yourself a job so you become a real man'.

Always the same.

And after endless rejections you start believing you are the asshole.

But he, he sits at home at my mum's and let's her serve him.

No one wants to be alone.

I'd rather be on an island than spend another day under the same roof with that alcoholic.

How merciful.

My mum works nine hours shifts and after that attends to her cleaning job.

As soon as she gets home he hits her because there's no beer in the fridge.

You call that merciful? What a shit word! -You don't make it easy on him.

Who wants a son...

...like that?

like what?

A Nazi.

Did your father want to have a gay boy?

Gustl!

I love you!

Come on! Get your arse up here! You know how to bend it.

We know your species well.

Don't even think we wouldn't put you in a penal camp.

For pervert and murderers we have a special treatment.

We simply hang them.

I did not kill the Scharf�hrer!

I did not kill the Scharf�hrer! The comrade shot at me.

Will you admit having brutally seduced Mr. Gustav Tritzinsky?

Off with the fingernail.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Push it over here!

I couldn't do that... Go through other people's dim laundry all day.

You have enough dirt on your plate.

Shit!

You fell in love with Axel, didn't you? -Bullshit.

Admit it. There's nothing to it. -What would people say?

What do you care about other people?

lf I bothered about what people think I'd be a crippled family man.

Crippled here, Gustav, here.

You might be hiding up a murderer.

The police tried to pump me for information.

They also talked to Toni and Mother Superior.

They think you are an old Nazi.

Funny that! You a Nazi!

Axel reminds you of Hannes, doesn't he?

He deserves a chance. That's all there is to it.

Gustav, you are a hopeless case.

Gustav, how is the love life? -Sorry, we are closed.

What? But... -Yes, we are closed.

But Gustav, I need my laundry. -I said we are closed. I am sorry.

The Nazis' gathering is across the street.

And what are you? -I live in a council housing.

No matter what you think, once a Nazi, always a Nazi.

You can wear a suit with bow-tie, but you'll never change inside.

Got a smoke?

You smoke gear? There you go, a little gift.

Thank you.

Gustav!

Fucking Nazi wanker!

Gustav. -Axel.

How are you?

So-so. -Shit, don't turn around.

You look like shit.

Thank you for the compliment.

You're on the road? -I left home.

I slapped my stepfather across the face, so he kicked me out for good.

You don't hit your father.

No, you wait until they hang themselves.

For me?

That would be the perfect location for a joint.

You always think about smoking. Over there they are burying the man you killed.

How do you know about that? -I just know, silly boy.

I'm off. - You're staying.

What are you thinking...

...when you hurt someone?

How does it feel? What kick do you get out of a brainless act like that.

You don't know my father.

I don't give a fuck about sympathy.

My father was just like that.

You all say you want to help me out, and then?

Kiss my arse!

You go in and get a nice little treat for your comrades! -Hey, Lippi...

No 'hey Lippi'. I believe you owe us one!

Listen up, Axel. If you want to betaken seriously you need to play by the rules.

Axel, get a grip. You're almost there. Don't disappoint us now.

Dismissed. What are you waiting for? -Something strong!

He'll never manage, but we'll make sure he stops all that arse fucking.

Heil Hitler! A black coffee, please.

Give me! What's that?

Well done, comrade. -Cool stuff, everybody was shaking.

Now, take that and walk through!

let's go, come on!

Anger, honour, burn, pig, burn!

Anger, honour, burn, pig, burn!

Man, I show him. See, that's how it works.

Anger, honour, burn, pig, burn!

Seen it?

let's go!

Alright, Mr. Tritzinsky?

I've been meaning to pay you a visit to ask for a small donation to the party.

You won't feel so lonely then.

Who suggested I was lonely?

In the name of the F�hrer, I swear that Hannes killed the comrade.

After that I ripped the knife out of his hands.

There you go it wasn't that hard after all.

You wanted to protect your comrade, didn't you? That's the spirit we expect from a good HJ-F�hrer.

Mrs Neulinger, No. 32467... when do you have a slot for another execution?

Tomorrow at 4:30 PM.

Perfect.

One more thing, Mrs Neulinger: No. 2596 is assigned to the transport of the corpses.

Flag bearer Tritzinsky.

In the name of Adolf Hitler I declare you, not guilty' of the murder of HJ member Kraus Renner.

However, by law I convict you of homosexual conduct instigated by HJ member Hannes Bernauer.

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler!

Gustav?

Gustav!

look what the cat dragged in!

Wow!

Axel works at the dry cleaner's now.

And will move in with us.

You can always come by if you feel the urge.

Get off him!

Slut!

Welcome to the club of drama queens.

She'll get over it.

I recognise you!

I'm sorry. I'm new. Just leave your washing on the table.

Two cardigans and a pair of pants. -What's your name?

Marilou Abaya. You are one of the rowdies, aren't you?

I'm sorry, you must be confusing me with someone else.

Bye. -Bye.

What's that shit all about?

You're supposed not to let that old fag stick it up your arse but make sure he shuts up.

I know what I'm doing. -Hey, you got nothing for me?

Here, from the old dude. Best quality hash. He's okay.

Put that crap away.

You've got no cash? - Please... -What do you mean ,please'?

Don't disappoint me. -Keep an eye on the money, will you?

Will you bring back something for me? I'd love a new cross.

Stupid cow, they are Muslim!

You idiot.. she might as well convert to Islam. Morocco has the fittest men.

Gustav. Thank you very much for the plane ticket!

Are you going to study Arabic? -The doctors all speak English.

It'll be all right.

As of today every guest has to consume a minimum amount.

My pussy has to be financed.

I can't believe it! Tomorrow you will be a complete woman!

A sheikh would do it for now.

That's not the right passport. -How come?

It is issued to a certain Jacob Ostermann. -So what? That's me.

You're a man? -Now listen up, Mr. policeman.

If you need to know, these are silicone tits. Each one cost me 3.OOO ff.

Plastic surgeon Dr. Sch�nhals, inner city prices, not the cheapest.

He also does penis enlargements.

And for that one I got a price reduction.

And if you're eager to look between my legs,

you might find something that actually would identify me as Jacob Ostermann.

I'm not allowed to look between somebody's legs.

But I can show him off?

That would be bribery of office personnel. -In any case?

It seems to be working just fine. -When you get back. It will be less of a shock then.

What a mess. Will you please decide? -With pleasure. Simply call me Christina St�rmer.

Other stake a bow and say: 'Keep up the good work, Christina!'. -Keep it up, Christina! Ciao!

Plenty of Arabs. let's get to war. Kisses! -Next one please!

So, Bailey's go!

Who drinks that shit? Your smelly bird? Vodka. Shut it!

Be quiet. Drink it. -Open wide.

Throw up, chuck it out!

Do you prefer the 88 on your neck or a cut on your chest?

If you want to be one of us you better play by the rules.

I've got the knife now. What does that say about your rules?

Big mouth! You think you're tough? Give back the knife and say sorry.

I'm sorry...

Axel, come here! -Nice and easy and smile.

A true Austrian never says sorry. To no one. Understood, comrade?

Don't push!

Get him here!

What's going on? -Nothing!

That's Lippi's ritual, the baptism, we all had to go through.

little fuckface.

You like Wolfi's white shoelaces?

But for the white ones we need to see blood.

Understood?

Cool.

We are the elite. You need to pass.

Peter

Axel, your turn.

You are my delegate. -If you want that we follow you, you have to show us how.

Allez hop !

I'm sorry.

Axel, come on.

I love you.

They must not know we're enjoying it.

Just imagine we're alone.

What are you doing here? You gave me a fright.

It's my house and I choose where I sit.

I know that this is your house.

Ungrateful creature.

Idiot! What do you mean ,ungrateful'? We are not married!

I work here. And I can get pissed with whoever and wherever I want.

It doesn't mean that I'm a drunk.

We had an agreement. -Bullshit we did.

You think you're an angel?

You parasite! What did you ever have to fight for?

Go away!

You think the old faggot has only got the hots for your arse?

I didn't let you have a go, that's why!

You misjudged me.

Fucking homo!

I know where I come from! You can't be really mean that!

What do you all want from me?

Stop kicking me! I'm not an animal!

You kick and bash and don't care who goes under.

You have no right over me! Nobody has the right to hurt me!

Not you, not my father, and Lippi at least.

What's up?

Roll over me! Hit me! I don't want to get everybody else's crap, anyway!

No passport control? -No need to, Miss St�rmer.

I've paid my debt. -Let me have a look!

Welcome! Welcome to your new life!

Gustav. You crazy queen!

Can I touch her? -Fingers off!

Do you actually feel your pussy yet?

Watch your language, you're in the presence of a star! Let's have a drink!

lost something?

Stop! Stop!

Move your ass! Call the police!

Gustav! -Fuck!

Stop it! -You better stop it. Wanna play lady boy?

Ohlala! Fags and fairies!

What's up? Get lost! I'll kill you, faggot!

Are you in pain? -Gustav, I'm worried!

No need to. Tritzinsky-women are hard as nails.

But I can't give you anything in return. Not even a cigarette.

I don't have matches anyway.

Your friend... Hannes...

We are supposed to be on the next transport.

No!

What's happening?

A homosexual touched me so I started screaming.

As long as the homos only touch the Jews.

The knife they found

had your finger prints on it.

Are you a murderer?

If they told you to kill me, would you be a murderer?

You would receive a medal.

You kissed your friend. You admitted that to the Nazis.

I am HJ F�hrer, the truth is what counts!

The truth.

Did Hannes leave me a message?

No. He doesn't eat and hangs around in apathy.

Nobody is allowed to mention your name.

These swines!

They will kill him and I have to watch!

The Nazis are after homosexuals like after us Jews.

They believe homosexuality is a disease that can't be cured.

Gustl!

you are not a murderer.

To the Nazis murderers are normal people like you and me.

Hand in hand for Austria!

Be quiet!

What's going on? -Are we going to get locked up?

We will see.

Kraake is coming!

So?

It's a close call, gentlemen!

They can't keep up the arrest for suspicion of a criminal congregation.

We are a registered democratic party. But let's see what they'll come up with.

What evidence could they have up their sleeve? -It's a murder case.

Come on. -Quiet!

What about that witness Gustav Tritzinsky? Has he seen anything?

We'll take care of him. Well done!

You won't do anything unless you are told to! -Dismissed!

You have no control over your comrades. We won't be able to achieve a deal with the prosecutor.

I knew it all along, Gustav is a Nazi. -And you were his superior.

Did you see the posters? -As usual?

Which posters? -Gustav's face is all over the city.

Ali, can you hand me my things?

You are taking over, okay.

Calm down.

Come on! It wasn't all that bad! -Come here, cunt!

You want Papa's cock? -Fuck off!

We should fuck off? Okay, let's go!

let's beat it.

Shit! Gustav. Gustav.

Gustav Tritzinsky is homosexual, homosexual, homosexual.

Bender! Tritzinsky, you Faggot, come out!

Fucking little kids! Gay fuck, come down!

Fucking cock sucker!

Christina!

Gustav!

Gustav!

Gustav, please, don't!

Fag, come down!

Come down!

Gustav, do it for me.

Remove it!

What's up, Gaylord?

look, those pigs tried to kill you with that.

Fucking lowlifes.

It's all...

It's broken. -We'll get it fixed.

I betrayed him. And I had to watch.

Hannes!

Stop! Stop right now!

Hannes!

Hannes!

Scared?

You like being touched anyway!

You love the pain so how should we punish you? That's my problem.

You want to live?

You want to live but you have no chance.

In a second your brain will be mush and you can watch yourself dying.

Keep on working!

Your soft lips, cold eyes.

You could have made your career.

Your pants are dim.

I can fix that.

Gustl, I have to confide in you.

It was me... I stabbed the social worker.

But I didn't mean to.

You must believe me, it was an accident. I'm not a killer!

Gustav!

You have to live! Gustav! Stay with me!

Raise your hand for the fatherland!

Foreigners out!

The apartment owner died. He has been picked up.

There you are, you little shit.

I...

I wanted...

I wanted to help him.

What do you think, what are you doing? -Listen, shithead!

You used him as long as you had a bed under your arse. And now you're crying like a baby.

Why did he have to kill himself?

Now you want to blame him for his death? You Nazi! Piss off!

Would you prefer that? Better?

I just need to pull the trigger and I'm gone for good.