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WELCOME TO SIEGHEILKIRCHEN the Deix movie

Somewhere in Austria In the 1960s.

Now! Now! I can see the 'ead.

Push!! Push!

A snotty boy.

Now then.

Blimey! ‘Ee can bawl for Austria.

But I know what‘ll shut 'im up.

Men are all the same.

'For that is the will of God that you abstain from fornication,

and each doth seek to possess his own wife.‘

St Paul's First Epistle to the Thessalonians...

Hey, Grasberger, look! - Hey, give that back.

Quiet! Snotty Boy! - What?

You know that in a few days your school days will be over. Thank God.

We'll have a composition for homework!

‘What I want to be one day'.

Three whole pages, and in your best handwriting, please!

Your future is wretched enough as it is. Good-for-nothings!

Three pages. Bleugh! Fuck.

What do you want to be, Grasberger?

Nothing. So long.

What about you, Spotface?

Rich. And famous.

We have a farm. What can I be except a turnip farmer?

You see — my composition's finished already.

Look... he's about to open.

Idiot. He won't make any money. Your place hardly even makes any as it is.

'Bye.

'Bye, Spotface.

Hello, my lad. - Hello.

Your Uncle Neidhart's here. He's in the kitchen... with Mum.

Give me a hand, will you.

Another one? - That'll do for now.

Take these to Braunauer and the poodle-Clipper.

Here you are, Herr Braunauer. Here you are, Herr Kurz.

What do we do?

Stop that!

Stop what? We're not doing anything.

Good afternoon, Uncle. - Snotty Boy.

You‘ve grown. The last time you were... this high.

Still drawing?

Got any homework? - Three pages.

Better get it over and done with, then.

Come on. I'll show you your room.

Whati have you got to do?

A composition. What I want to do when I'm grown up.

Well? What've you written? - Nothing.

What d'you mean, 'nothing'? - I can't think of anything.

Anything about what? - Why I want to become an inn-keeper.

Because we have an inn. And because people want to eat and drink...

without having to cook and wash up.

Ssh!

Ssh!

Be quiet. Go away!

Ow!

And why are we so tired?

We obviously didn't sleep, did we? What were we doing then

in the night?

Praying. - Give me your exercise book!

I... I forgot it.

Forgot it...

The Lord forgets nothing. He remembers everything.

All the impertinent lies, too. Nought out of ten.

Fridolin! What do you want to be, then?

A cardinal, Reverend Father.

What?! For now you carry on with your altar-duties

and make sure you say your prayers... then we'll see.

You'll never amount to anything, Snotty Boy. Just like your father.

Fuck me.

What are you two doing there? - Pissing.

And you? - Tut tut!

Leave me alone, morons!

So what's that you‘ve got there, then?

Come on, show me. - It's nothing.

For a nothing it looked quite promising.

Give it here! We‘re friends, aren‘t we?

Fuck me. - Is that your mother?

You crazy?! She's new in the village. She's working at the butcher's.

Hey, look... she's stripping off.

Fuck me.

Eughh! Yuck! You disgusting pig!

Give it back to me now.

Know what that is?

Yes. Worse luck.

No. I mean, what he's drawn...

A woman.

How stupid can one be? Eh?

This is going to be one huge money-spinner.

Ow! You crazy?!

Who‘s that?

My Uncle Neidhart. He is a real artist from the big city.

He's going to paint the new town mural. The old one‘s by him too...

...but the Russians didn't like it. - Fucking Ivans.

Hey, wait a bit.

We must talk. About business matters.

Time you came to me... For a haircut...

No one will take you on as an apprentice like that.

'Course they won't. Stupid poodle-clipper.

D'you have wigs? - What?

I want long hair. - Shove off!

Those pictures you drew... they're worth a fortune...

There's a huge demand. You know... money doesn‘t make you happy.

But only when someone else has it.

Asleep again?

Fucking gyppos. Rabble.

Village idiot.

So... you draw pictures of the naked butcher's girl.

Then we sell them. That all right?

Sure. We're closed today anyway.

You get 30% of the takings and I share the rest with Grasberger.

Then we're even.

Her name's Trude.

Alois heard her name when he went along with his father

who was taking two pigs to be slaughtered at the butcher's.

Ah, very good!

Yuck! - What?

Nobody‘ll want anything perverse like that. Believe me.

How much time have we got? - My parents'll be back in an hour.

Super, then get going.

Fuck me.

Twenty? - You mad?

Ten? - Fifty.

Snotty Boy and me agreed 70:30...

Artist's premium, you know. And I'll give you half of the 30%.

Does idiot-boy get one too?

Yes. But he pays double.

For stupidity.

Here. Do something for your share. Go and collect the money.

Fuck me.

Better than in real life

The Marilyn Monroe of Siegheilkirchen.

A goldmine on wheels.

Fuck me.

...for a longtime our town mural was well-known and much-loved

far beyond the confines of the town”

Sadly, during the course of the previous decades,

it has been... how should I put it... - Defiled...

defiled... but now at last it is to be restored.

Thanks to financial assistance from our provincial authorities...

The artist Professor Neidhart

Listen!

.. will paint the new mural

.. just as he painted the old one...

.. but making it a little bit more up-to-date.

On you go!

Where's the flower-bearer?

It's just disgusting!

What is, Frau Protzler?

This disgusting inducement to self-abuse,

which your friends have sold to my innocent son.

It's his fault that the young people in the town

are suffering from softening of the brain!

Snotty Boyll

May I?

Jesus, Mary and, J\‘0Seph1!

Tremendous,...§ ' - ...a tremendous d‘iS’g’r—a‘e‘e...

A landscape.

Oh!

The boy's got talent, wouldn't you say?

Right. And now we'll drink to the new town mural.

You come straight home, now!

A likely story.

That's not what it looks like in our part of the country at any rate...

That's very good. It'll be the Climax of the year - of the decade.

School's over, it's the day of the annual fair,

there'll be a mass and the town mural will be unveiled.

You can't hoodwink me with that picture.

You‘re grounded for two days.

Punishment can't be aVOIded.

Come on, give me a hand.

I‘d've left the old mural as it is.

That‘s not allowed any more, .

I don't give a shit about that.

Uh-oh — undesirables.

What's she doing here?

A large glass of red and a lemonade, please.

Strictly speaking...

the womenfolk here sit in the kitchen.

Oh, really?

All right then.

Shameless rabble.

Wake up!

They always come to the fair... and there are always more of them.

You're willing to serve someone like that?

I don't want any trouble.

Well, if she pays for it!

Turned into a friend of the Gyppos, have we!?

I'm a friend of women.

Where do the likes of her get the money from?

Stolen, probably.

On her flying carpet. That would never have happened under the FUhr...

For God's sake! - Do something.

Not so fast! - But.. I...

Cheers.

Excuse me! Excuse me!

And now we have their hullabaloo as well! Just like the Gypposll

Aren't you going to do anything?

What's going on?

He... Herr Braunauer... - Excuse me!

I‘m warning you — |'|| issue a penalty notice!

For noise disturbancell

Am I going to be served?

No. I'm sorry.

| see.

A pity.

Come on, we're leaving”

| just don't want any trouble.

Ooh... you are a one...

Herr Protzler...

Wait! I'm sorry” It's...

we're not all like that.

Congratulations!

You‘re my first customer in the Jessy Bar.

We'll have to celebrate that, won't we?

On the house. If you're allowed to drink that kind of thing yet.

Sure. Thanks.

I'm Poldi.

I'm the Snotty Boy.

Well, then - cheers!

And who's Jessy when he's at home?

Jessy was my girlfriend.

A waitress.

But now she's working in another bar.

And you? - I'm grounded.

Ahah. Then what are you doing here?

Idunno.

I'll have another.

If you say so. But you'ré not going to throw up on the table, are you?

Super music. Is that what they listen to in the City?

Not everywhere. Not everywhere.

Who‘s that? - A Gypsy.

You're a real artist.

There. For while you're grounded.

And now clear off. Come on, you've had enough as it is, haven't you?

Right, get going. - Thank you!

I take my hat off to you.

Snotty Boy!

Get up!

Time for school!

Where did you get that?

Borrowed it.

Come on. A good breakfast. Then you‘ll feel better.

Good morning,

Can I get a coffee?

Well, what about you? You can draw.

That ought to be encouraged.

If he helped me he could learn something.

Learn what?

So that you get to finish the job on time?

One good turn deserves another.

But that's something you don't understand.

Perhaps he‘ll become an artist like me.

Ahah. And what will he live on?

Should I put the wine from last night on your tab again?

But I'd like to help my uncle. - You're grounded.

Come on. He can be grounded with me...

until the fair. Then you can have him back.

So. I have to go...

May I? Please.

Let him. He'll be finished with school in a few days.

The serious side of life starts soon enough as it is.

I suppose so. As long as you behave. - Thank you!

And you teach him book-keeping. Starting from today.

That's a nice one. Where did you get it?

It's from Persia. Silk. Hand-knotted.

Come off it!

It's what people like to hear.

Hello there, village idiot.

Come on. I'm sorry I sold Fridolin the picture...

Spotface couldn‘t have known that Fridolin was going to rat on you...

What does it say in Matthew, chapter 7, verse 18?

"Every good tree bringeth forth good fruit;

but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit."

Word perfect. Excellent, Fridolin.

A very good day to you, Frau Protzier.

And I thought it was Sophia Loren.

You're always the best-turned-out woman in town.

I really should paint you one day.

What‘s the matter? Are you growing roots?

Snotty Boy!

Stir them slowly without stopping.

The pigment has to dissolve properly.

We have to be finished by the day of the fair. So look sharp.

Okay.

What are you gawping at?

Are You dumb? Like a fish?

No, |... - What are ,you doing there?

Painting.

Haven't you learned how to do something useful?

Just that rubbish there? - Better than stealing.

Stupid taproom boy. - Gypsy.

Oh, look over there!

Hey! Hey! My brushes!

Catch me! Or are you slow?

Stop!

Keep dreaming!

Village idiot!

What's up?

|... the Gypsy girl nicked the brush! - What do you mean?

Go on stirring!

LAMEBRAIN

What's happened to the pictures? You've got to get drawing.

No time.

What d'you mean, ‘no time'? We have a heap of requests.

The worker's on strike. - And what do we do now?

Sell at a higher price.

The costs are always borne by the consumer.

How many pictures do we still have in store?

One. - Shit. Let's go. I have to think.

Customers number two and three. Congratulation.

Hello.

Super. Lemonade for the gentlemen?

With a head.

In fact, we don't need him at all. Get it?

No.

We could trace it. On stencils.

Then we copy it... We can make ten, twenty coples.“ as many as we need.

Won't that get boring? - What?

Everybody's got a picture of Trude already.

You're right. We need some product enhancement.

My oh my.

Fuck me.

Distract him.

What's that?

A music box.

And how does it work?

How do you think?

Stick a coin in the slit.

Did you hear that? "Slit"!

You're an idiot, Grasberger. Let's go.

See you again, gentlemen.

Can I paint a bit too? - I only need you to stir the paint.

Art is a higher thing.

Look here. This is book-keeping...

You write down what people drink and eat here...

and there you write down what the eating and drinking cost you...

...at the bottom you add it all up

so that you can see what an idiot you are.

Then you give it to the tax offices

so they've got something to laugh about.

If we don't make anything, why did you become an inn-keeper?

What am I supposed to do? With only one arm you can't do anything...

Your mother waited for me and married me anyway.

Just as I am. And now we just have to make sure we get by.

We're nobody. Just little people.

Come on... you're tired.

Have something to eat and then off to bed with you.

It‘s quiet in here this evening, yet again.

It's something tremendous.

You're going to show me something tremendous, Herr Professor?

Art always lies in the eye of the beholder...

Oh, Herr Professor...

You‘re out gallivanting.

Poldi Did you always A vyant to be a bar-owner?

Nope. I was a musician.

We had a band. But it broke up.

VVhy?

Because nobody had any faith in it.

Now we've all got jobs...

one‘s a mechanic, one's on the railways, one's a teacher...

and I‘m a cafe-owner. Jessy was our vocalist.

It was a lovely dream, actually.

I don't want to be an inn-keeper. | just want to draw.

To the dreamers. They‘re often the better sort of people.

When you risk something, you can fail.

But if you don't risk anything you get it in the teeth...

but in slow motion. And that hurts for much longer.

Evening all — mine‘s a glass of red!

Goal! Goa!!!

Did you see? Did you see that?

Sure, bravo.

I've had enough anyway. Come on, let's go...

We'll have another game tomorrow. - Oh, come on!

Come on, can you hang up the washing for me?

Yes... in a minute.

You lost, scaredy-pants?

Well, look at that. - No! That's mine!

Shut your mouth! Nothing's yours here.

That's right. Mari belongs to us.

We're not as stupid as we look.

We make short work of people like you. Very short.

Go. You should go.

Is that how they're worn now? Unfilled?

Looks good!

That's not funny.

Boo!

He won‘t be back.

Did you hear that?

Yes.

A dud shell, probably.

The war’s over, Kurz.

Yessir, Untersturmehrer Braunauer.

Take a look.

Back under cover, Kurz.

Bloody Gyppos. They're in for a shock.

So? What are we going to do with those vermin?

Destroy ‘em.

Exactly. But for now, get going.

Scout out the lie of the land... and look sharp about it. I'm thirsty.

And I need a toilet, too.

Shall I dig a latrine?

The war's over, Kurz.

Won't that go into your thick skull?

Ehl? But that‘s impossible!

Am I going mad? How did I crash my bike without noticingi?

Look, I've got hold of some stencils.

We'll simply trace that and then make copies. Look.

Fuck me.

Bleughh!

l was just thinking of the killing I'm going to make. Honestly.

You mean: ‘we'.

Sure.

It's going to be a wonderful church fair this year.

Siegheilkirchen and its dignitaries... all children of God.

The perspective scaled up of course,

so that they can be easily recognized.

Bravo, Herr Professor.

So, Fridolin and now we‘ll go and practise in the church

so that nothing goes wrong when you're officiating

at the special service, humm?

What's this?! The cheek of it! What have you been daubing here?

My brush dripped.

|'|| drip you one, my lad! Wipe that off immediately!

Always working, Herr Professor... so industriousg,

No other way to do it.

It's the day of the fair soon.

But the sight of you...

that would distract any man from his work.

i have a question for you... , Would it be possible for you to

...paint me? In oils? My husband would be all for it.

As Venus!

As Venus? Really?

But I'd have to make a sketch first.

As God created you.

Completely naked?

At the very most with something transparent... because it's art.

Pack everything up. We're finished for today.

Fuck me.

What'll we charge for these?

Fifty? - You crazy?

Eighty?

We can't charge more than thirty. 'Cos she's half-Gypsy.

Know what? Let's say 29.90... special offer.

I‘ve made up a poem: Trudl can't stand Rudl,

'cos his prick stinks of poodle.

You're daft, you are.

We‘ll take the path through the wood and surprise the enemy

from the rear, understand?

Yessir. Like the assault pioneers.

He's taking the piss.

Incredible. What a...snotty little arsehole!

Come on. Let's carry on inside.

Hello. Thanks.

Here at least one can get a drink.

Well then, let's raise our glasses to the Jessy bar.

Where everybody gets something to drink!

Cheers! - Cheers.

Hello there... scaredy-pants..

I'm not a scaredy—pants... - Oh really?

Aren't you in the wrong place?

Don't you belong over there at the inn?

You lost something at our place

That's my daughter. Mariolina.

A pretty name.

Hey there! You dreaming?

1 You keep on dreaming. And promise me you won't wake up,

Where did you learn to do that? - It's all I do.

Draw... - ..,and stand and gawp.

'That‘s 'cos it's got to go in here... first.

What shall I draw, Mariolina?

Anything.

The boy's heart's in the right place. You can believe me, Frau Natascha.

Looks more like it‘s just dropped into his pants.

That's what Poldi's really like. D'you get it?

And you? What are you really like?

Look at me=

And how would you like to be?

Come on. We must be off.

We've got work waiting for us.

Yes. I'mjust coming... I'll be with you in a minute.

Like that? - It's not finished yet.

It's a present.

I'm not stupid, you know.

First they nick my bike,

wreck it and then afterwards put it back!

Because they think I won‘t notice! - Pack of Gyppo thieves!

We're going to deal with them.

Snip! Snap! Finish off that Gyppo mob!

Herr Umsteher... it wasn't the gypsies...

it was me... I borrowed your bicycle.

I'm sorry. |‘|| mend it. - Come off it! Stop that.

He was up in his room. Sleeping.

But I... - ...| get it.

I saw how she looked at you... the young one. She's boy-crazy.

She's bewitched him.

That's what they're like... first they soft-soap you

and then suddenly everything’s gone. Nicked.

She's not right for you.

Inn-keeper”

Another three glasses of wine,

And we don't want to hear anything more about the Gypsies

if we‘re to keep drinking here.

This is a decent sort of inn, isn't it?

So what are you doing here, then?

Come here.

I think I'll have to have a word with Reverend Father

about how Cheeky you are! It‘s unbelievable.

I told you to come here. - But they're...

What? This here is our business... it's our living.

And we can't choose our patrons — we don't have enough of them as it is.

But we can do without the Gypsies?

Go to your room. I don‘t need you here. Hop it!

You see, that's better.

Good night! Be seeing you! - So long, Comrade!

Solong.

Come on, Let‘s go. We've got things to do. - Yessir!

Good luck, guys.

What's going on?

Blondi! Stop it! Lie down!

Did the dog scent the enemy?

She barks all the time. At nothing.

Right. Watch this...

I'm taking an old hand grenade...

and a heap of gunpowder... and then we'll show 'em.

Good. It's child‘s play.

It'll make for pretty fireworks.

Take cover!

It's about to go up with a bang.

My goodness!

We'll clear out that riff-raff with an iron broom.

That's right. They won't know...

Look around. - Yessir.

Hello - who's there?

Hold the fort.

My Blondi used to be a police dog...

she finds everything.

Vicious... but unfortunately easily distracted.

She was taken out of service for stupidity.

Like we were from the Eastern Front, Untersturmehrer.

But that remains our little secret. - Yessir. Faithful unto death.

Go find ‘em, Blondi!

Blondill Heelll

Blondi! Stop! Sit!

You again. Stop right there.

Let me...

...I have to tell something.

Let me past! They want to blow you up!

Of course. They want to blow us up...

No, |...

Ciear off.

'Cos if you don't, I'll cut a bit further down next time.

Don't forget. We're not joking.

Come on... get up... you're late as it is.

And what‘s it like with your uncle? D'you like it?

Mum, I have to tell you something ......

I don‘t mind if you carry on helping outwith the mural...

but becoming a painter‘s out of the question.

I'm telling you right now...

At last - new supplies. — I want one too.

Special offer. - Super.

Boss! He's coming.

Last orders! I‘ll be selling them again later”

What's the problem? Hop it!

There's something I have to tell you...

Can I watch you doing it?

Give that to me.

Are you out of your minds?

Don't... That's company property. - Who have you sold them to?

Well... everybody. - Shit!

Shit. What'll we do now?

Deny everything. That's the first rule in business.

Give me that! - Hey, that's mine!

Open up! I said, open up! - Occupied!

Open up!

I'm not finished yet.

You wankers!

Hey! That's mine!

Urghh! You pig! - Give that back. I‘ve paid for that.

I've paid for it!

What are you doing? Are you crazy? - Urghh. Give that to me!

Hey, keep your hands off my drawing! - What did you say? Just wait!

Hey - what are you doing? - Owl!

Give that to me! - Ow! Hey - leave my face alone!

Snotty Boy!!

Just wait till I get my hands on you!

You wanted to tell me something...

No!! It‘s... a landscape. - Leave me alone!

You're holding it the wrong way up.

You‘re no better than the others.

Shit.

You've dropped something, it seems!

This will have consequences, I can assure you!

What a delight your parents have in store.

You've been barred from the mass on the day of the fair...

The disgrace!

Soon the whole town will know what sort of person you are!

Say something, won‘t you? - Let's go.

Where are we going? - To get you clipped!

No...

Leading my poor Fridolin into temptation...

That's about all you lot are good for...

There we are! All neat and shipshape again!

The boy who cosies up to foreigners. A pretty state of affairs!

Kurz will give you a decent cut, won't you?

He can go before me_.. it won‘t take long.

No, it won't.

100 army comrades in an hour... that used to be my record.

Not one of them fell with a bad haircut.

Perfect!

As is only right and proper for a Pimpf!

Let's go.

The reverend father made a right scene. What a disgrace...

One doesn't have to put up with everything.

They've always harassed us. Sometimes one's simply had enough.

If I have to swallow any more I'll be sick.

Don't you feel the same?

Have you tried it out? - Sure we have.

Then we'll soon be rid of them.

One doesn't feel at home here any more...

in one's own country.

Tomorrow all those Gypsy caravans will go up in smoke.

They'll all be at the fair and we can get to work without being disturbed.

We're not actually open yet.

A few minutes don't make any difference.

Three salted roast porks and a bottle of your best.

Can I put it on my tab? -|suppose.

It's a pity about the old mural. - It's only the paint that's new.

Ah... the taproom boy.

Hello, Trude.

Want a puff?

I should really give you a slap.

Who did you get that from? - Who d'you think?

From Protzler the burgomaster. He likes it.

I saw you with him. And with my uncle.

I know. And now you think I'm a whore...

I'm no whore. I'm just angry... with men.

Because they think I'm a prime piece of steak...

without a brain.

That's all.

I'm sorry. Ididn't mean it like that...

| just wanted to draw you... I mean, your...

Because they're beautiful. World class. You're beautiful.

You can touch them if you like... for free.

You're all the same.

It's true, anyway.

I take money for it. Sometimes. Because I need it... to get by.

But I'm not proud of it.

After all, not everyone’s as talented as you are.

Why are you looking so down in the dumps, anyway?

I'm in love. - With somebody else?

It's ok.

But she doesn't like me. That is - anymore...

because I did something stupid. - Did you hurt her?

We all do stupid things.

You just have to put it right. Do something.

Braunauer and Kurz... My uncle's one of 'em too...

What? What? What?

I wanted to warn the Gypsies, but they had a knife...

Here. Have a swig of this.

Now then... Who's planning what? On you go.

They want to blow up the gypsy camp. During the fair.

I wanted to tell Mariolina... but they wouldn't let me near her.

And then... doesn‘t matter.

Yes. There are still a few nutcases among us...

Not just a few.

They want to blow it up?

The caravans. So they'll never come back here.

Braunauer served in an armoured division.

He knows about that sort of thing. Tomorrow, you said...?

_Ye‘s! While the mural's ‘ being unveiled. 1

’ J \ - Then fiveryone will be distracted.

Well, then. Let‘s report them.

Do you think Umsteher would do anything?

He's one of them himself anyway.

No... we'll deal with it. Us two.

This is for the grown-ups to deal with.

But |\hlave to do something too.

In fact, it'd be good to get back at the whole damned bunch of them.

I know!

Super haircut, by the way!

Ahah, the great master artist himself...

You owe me one... You've ruined everything with Mariolina.

I don't talk to creditors.

I don't want any money. | just need your help.

We‘re going to stuff them. All of ‘em.

They won‘t forget this year's fair.

Well, if it doesn‘t cost anything. Super! I'll be right down.

Snotty Boyll

So there you are.

I wanted to come... but Mum wouldn't let me go.

Better late than never. You can Clear everything up.

And look sharp about it! D'you understand?

Yes, Uncle.

Come here.

You stir... |‘|| paint.

Know what, Grasberger? Snotty Boy here's the Rubens of Siegheilkirchen.

A footballer?

You stupid? He was a painter.

He even earned a lot, for an artist, I mean.

Fuck me.

What shitty work.

Work is for handing out, not taking, remember that.

Finished.

Let's clear up.

I think Grasberger's fallen asleep. Right in the green paint.

I‘m too tired to laugh.

Me too.

For god's sake...

Ow. My noddle...

Right... we've refuelled... What're we doing now?

We're driving to Braunauer‘s.

No, no... I'll drive...

You know, for safety...

Bloody hell!

Are you out of your minds, you arseholes?”

When the church bells ring the picture will be unveiled.

Then everybody will be at the fair... and we can set off.

Understand? - Yesslr.

So... And what do we do now exactly?

We'll see what happens.

What are you doing there?

Afghan cigarette.

Want some?

He's asleep.

Wakey, wakey, Frog Prince. - What's happening?

Perhaps you'll find some girl stupid enough to kiss you.

Morons.

You get a bedside rug free with them.

/ f She‘s really put a spell on him.

“I I My dear Citizens of Siegheilkirchen!

We now once again have a town mural that is living proof

of the existence of a divinely gifted art willed by the people.

Something that the wholesome Citizen understands

and of which one can be proud.

it is now resplendent in all its new glory.

Thank you, Herr Professor, thank you.

We will now hear a song of praise!

# 0 come, all ye faithful!

# Here every day is a feast day!

# We welcome you cordially! Siegheilkirohen greets its visitors!

Now the penny will drop.

Wha...?

Fuck me.

I won‘t let them stop me.

Permission to speak: Comrade Marek approaching.

He's no comrade. He was never at the front.

Cowardice in the face of the enemy. Disgusting.

I've had enough. Give me that.

This is where we'd need a good plan of action...

What? What's the matter?

What the deviI...?

A question...

If the Gypsies are an inferior race...

does that mean that... that you two are a superior race?

What? Piss off, Marek.

Yes, quite. Piss off, Marek.

Didn't you hear?! Piss off.

Are you off your head?

Heil Hitler, idiots.

For God's sake!

That‘s going to explode! Kurz! Push it away!

Where to?!

That went well... Nothing happened.

Push! Push it! - I am pushing!

Push! Push!

That is... blasphemy“

Our dear Lord would never shit on Siegheilkirchenll

That was Braunauer's farm.

But that wasn't our boy.

Family to me, now!

Repent! Change your ways! Bow your heads in humility!

A miracle!

Thank you for sparing me, Holy F...

I know who's responsible for this disgrace!

You“. Snotty Boy! I'll kill you!

I'll kill you! You just wait!

Out of my way!!

Get out of my way, you cripple!

You will not touch my son, you... artist!

Dad?! - Come here. You too.

He should be glad you've only got one arm.

Herr Professor, you forgot these last night at mine.

Wait! They‘re not mine.

I recognize those! They're yours”

Mother...

sod you...

You bastard! |‘|| cut your balls off!

He won‘t become an inn-keeper. You can see that.

My dear flock, we have angered God mightily. That is clear.

So off to church with you all.

Let us pray that he purges us from our sins.

Hi. - You're going to hell!

Go on then.

Hello there, artist.

Mariolina, I‘m sorry about the drawing...

You don't need to apologise.

Your two idiotic friends have already confessed

Did you work all through the night?

So you're not angry with me any more? - No... I like your art. And you.

I like you too.

Honestly?

Actually, I know you do..

Friends, it's nearly '68.

There‘s going to be a revolution.

You think?

Not a stone will be left standing. I'm telling you.

It's started already.

A village idiot and a Gypsy girl.

That would never have been allowed in times gone by.

Yep, it's rock'n roll.

I'd like to have landed one on Fridolin...

so that his skull would still be ringing two weeks later.

Customers are customers.

The rich always buy their way out of everything.

“th

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