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Soon, bear with me,
we're about to begin.

Now he's tuning the guitar.

Come on, Rickerl. We've got to
take care of another corpse.

- We're waiting!
- Sorry, I had to do an exhumation.

Almost ready.

Alright, we're ready.

Thanks for your patience.
I know it was kind of a drag.

So this track...
I just wrote it today.

Might still be a little wobbly...

"Vey, oy vey" it's called,
wrote it for us all at the cemetery.

Let's give it a try.

Three, four...

Vey

Oy vey

Oy vey
Oy vey

Who's gonna carry me on their back?

Carry me on their back?

And who's gonna dig me a grave?

Dig me a grave?

Vey

Oy vey

Oy vey
Oy vey

And who's gonna carry
the big stone over there?

Carry the stone over there?

Who should I save my money for?

Should I save my money for?

Vey

Oy vey

Oy vey
Oy vey

Who's gonna take care of the band

that plays all the songs

we loved to sing?

Who's gonna dig our grave?

Vey

Oy vey

Oy vey
Oy vey

Oy vey

Bravo, Rickerl.

Where did he come from?

Well, I...

I am shocked.

This is grave desecration.

You could end up in jail,
I hope you know that.

Jailed?
I'm afraid you misunderstand.

Did you see the skull?
It was all dirty.

I'd have taken it home,
dunk it in chlorine bleach.

It would have been
all nice and shiny.

Mr. Bohacek, we're a cemetery,
not a cleaning service.

Exhume, we had said.
And rebury.

C'mon now,
don't get me wrong.

The whole act is kind of fishy.
You dig them up

and take them somewhere else
without asking them if that's okay.

I'm not asking for your opinion.
Just do your job.

Why not question the system a bit?

Listen, Mr. Bohacek.

We are a respectable cemetery

with nothing but satisfied customers.

As long as people in Vienna keep dying,
nothing's gonna change.

I'm not gonna take anything from you.

Mr. Bohacek,
I bid you farewell.

Alright, but...

Could you at least,
as you're letting me go anyway,

write something up,
so it doesn't look like I was fired?

Perhaps for budgetary reasons?

Looks better for
employment services.

I'm not gonna write anything.
I bid you farewell.

- Then just don't.
- I bid you farewell.

Have fun with your cemetery...
and go to hell.

The black wall stops my escape

I'm in bad shape
He's in bad shape

I'm in bad shape
He's in bad shape

He's in bad shape

Everything I've ever done

gets the better of me

If I'm digging into my conscience

I gaze right into the devil's eyes

He takes me by the hand

My soul cannot escape

I'm in bad shape
He's in bad shape

I'm in bad shape
He's in bad shape

Mr. Bohacek,
I don't know what to do with you.

The cemetery was the perfect job.
You fit in there so well.

Yes.

I liked it, too.
But it didn't work out.

What happened?

I don't know what
his problem was either.

A difference of opinion...
or whatever was bugging the boss.

Here it says,
you disturbed the peace of the dead.

Total bullshit, c'mon.

Sounds like I fucked a corpse.

You're blacklisted for
all cemeteries in Vienna.

You'll never find work
in this sector again.

Do you reckon
they'll bury me in Vienna?

- Are you trying to be funny?
- Well...

Mr. Bohacek, you were fired.
Do you know what that means?

Section 11: no benefits
from us for four weeks.

What are we going to do with you?

Ms. Koenig,
here's the whole story.

I'm working on my album.

Why don't I just finish that?

Give me three months to wrap it up.

End of story.

Mr. Bohacek,
let me be quite frank.

I doubt your music will be
enough to make a living.

If that's your opinion,
I'll drop everything right away.

As for now, you'll need to
apply on a regular basis.

At least three times a week,
or Section 10 applies.

You and your paragraphs...
I'll get right on it, then.

Great.

- Hello, Daddy!
- Hey, Big Guy!

- Hi, how're you doing?
- I'm good.

Daddy, we were
waiting forever.

The cow from unemployment
services didn't stop talking.

- Domi, your backpack.
- Thanks.

- Hi, Viki

I messed up the days,
I'm sorry.

Are you alright?

Yeah, I'm okay.

They fired me from the cemetery,
those jackasses.

- How come?
- I don't know.

Cut back jobs, I guess.

Back with unemployment services.
Money's coming on the 7th, they said.

Alright. I get it.

- Pay... when you can.
- Sure thing.

What are you going to
do about work?

Maybe it's a good thing
to have more time.

I'm gonna finish the album.

Yes, okay, good luck.

Waiting with my Dad for 58 line

Singing a little in the meantime

Great, good job.

Alright, we're ready for the stage.

Any plans for today?

Could we go to the movies,
today or tomorrow?

There's a new superhero movie
I just have to see.

The movies are only for snobs.

They're not only for snobs.
Mommy won't let me go.

And Kurti's the same.

Why am I not surprised?
Kurti's such a clown.

- First we need to see Charly.
- Who's Charly?

- Don't you know fat Charly, my manager?
- Oh, yes.

- We're gonna make him see reason and...
- Then we'll go to the movies.

Alright, maybe.

Really, though.

That really sucks.
And not just for the job...

Would have been nice to exploit.

Death, tombstones...
People love that morbid stuff.

I know it would have been
good but it's over now.

Change of subject.
What about the album?

Do you have all the songs?

Yeah, I do.

Let's hear it, then.
I don't know any, do I?

They're not in any specific order.

But for a quick glance...
a little taste.

Now look at that.
Rickerl's collected works.

Your guitar case looks like my office.

We could go over them together.

See what might work for the album.

I'd appreciate your opinion.

No way, man.
I'm gonna get another heart attack.

The third one would end me,
my doc said. Not gonna do it.

I need 13 songs from you.

Composition, lyrics.

Do it properly using
a typewriter or computer.

I need a demo tape with the songs.

- Record it on your smartphone.
- You know I don't have a smartphone.

Don't you have friends
with a smartphone?

Any idiot has a smartphone, even I do.

Alright, I'll get it done.

Tell me, Charly.
Any chance for an advance?

Seriously, Erich.

Does it look like I had
the money to give you an advance?

You get your money when we make money.
That's the deal.

You're my manager and should know
how to make some cash to scrape by.

Unemployment services,
dideldumdei

That can't be the way out.

Three years ago,
you said we're gonna go big.

We're gonna make it happen.
You have the connections.

And now we don't have shit.
Nada, niente... it's all fucked up.

I'm gonna say it one more time,
jackass.

Get it into your thick head.

You need to deliver.

Then we'll record an album
and put it out there.

What do you want me to promote?

An unemployed gravedigger
composing songs on ass wipes?

Think back, man.
We already had a few songs.

I got you the musicians
and the tracks were good.

What about Mr. Rickerl?
What does he do?

Mr. Rickerl got the jitters
and slammed on the brakes.

Yes, you were great.

But it wasn't the right time.
I had my reasons to pull back.

I understand
but stop pestering me about it.

Alright, I got something for you.
Might not be the best gig, though.

A wedding.

There will always be stupid people.
You should know.

What do you want me to play?

Well, you begin in the afternoon and do

cover versions so
people hit the dance floor.

The Beatles, Simon & Furuncle
or whatever they're called.

And the Austrians... STS, right?

How you'd love to be
back in Fuerstenfeld yada yada...

- Not your own stuff.
- Not my stuff. Sounds great.

I'm gonna head over.

Sorry for the mess.

That's alright, Daddy.
I never clean up at home.

- Wanna hear what I always say?
- What's that?

He who keeps order is just
too lazy to look hard enough.

Smart.

Where are we going to the movies?

We're not gonna go.
We can't afford it.

You promised!

I promised nothing.
I said we'll see.

You promised.

If he won't give me the advance,
I'm out of money.

- I have another surprise for you.
- What is it?

Wait and see.

Sit down on the couch
and close your eyes.

Eyes are closed?

The surprise is on its way.
Eyes still closed?

Then you may open them.

- Wow, thank you, Daddy.
- Your very own six-string.

Time's come for you to have one.

Try it out.

Sounds good, right?

- Do you know, what songs you'll play?
- No, not yet.

Let's see what the vibe is.

You're sitting on a park bench,
wrapped up in nostalgia

For the good old times

Everything was better back then,
you say

So much better than today

The old gang
that got together

At the inn in the 15th district

With you guys I can be sure

That you didn't miss out on anything

If you got into an argument
you settled it yourselves

No one would have
Ever pulled out a blade

Business was good

Everyone had a job

Going to work with a hangover

Back then you could pull it off

Today they'd ask
If you are nuts

And your job goes down the drain

It's such a shame
They dropped out one by one

Some of them died
Some were locked up

And little by little
Little by little

It's not your world anymore

What happened there?

You know
I worked in construction, right?

One day when I was way up
on the scaffolding,

this fucking bastard came along
with a cement bag this large.

He barged into me and
I dropped like a stone.

All the way from the third floor.
There was this rod poking out.

A metal rod?

Yes, that's where I landed.
The rod went through here.

I was bleeding like a pig...

What?

He's just a child.
Don't scare him.

He needs to learn about life.

Rickerl, we're talking about life.
You don't mind, do you?

Go right ahead.

There you go.
Always nagging... kiss my ass.

Men's all I'm saying...
always act the big shot.

The good thing about it?
I didn't have to work anymore.

But you're not making any money.

Well...

The boy knows his stuff, oh my.

Let's talk about that another time.

- There are ways.
- He can't understand.

It is quite complicated
but I'm not starving.

Buongiorno.

Your father is here.

- Hi, Grandpa!
- My boy!

Come here, come here.

Jump and...

Hoemal, hello there.

You are the flower in public housing

I know it in my heart
You're the right one for me

My flower in public housing

- You know what I'm gonna say.
- That is?

While you were with
your fucking slot machines,

your boy, the big one,
gave a fantastic concert.

- What a show.
- I can imagine.

- Would be nice to have you there.
- It was really good.

Bravo, well done. Congrats.

Isn't there a box for tips?

- Sure, there's a hat going around.
- Go get it!

The boy's a pro.

Did you fuck up?

Do you like that?
Want to have it?

It was hard work.

Of course!

Ladies and gentlemen.

Jeez, Hoemal!
Today he's got money to burn.

Yes, yes.
Luck is a fickle friend.

Timid like a bird
but sweet.

It's hard to catch

and flies off easily.

- Remember this, my boy...
- Always the same old tune.

If you're on a winning streak,
keep playing.

Don't give up,
never give up.

Yes, but if my Daddy has a concert,
I will be there.

Of course.

- Luck will be back another time.
- Sure thing.

So, what's up?
How's the show business?

- Good... was nice concert.
- Whores? Coke? All here?

It's all there.

May your old and experienced
father give you some career advice?

Please do. I can't wait.

- It's totally free.
- Let's hear it, then.

Now listen.

In this drinking hole,
this little dive,

anyone can sing
in front of these drunkards.

It's not gonna get you anywhere.
Do you get it?

And your lyrics, boy,
they dig too deep.

They hurt too much.
Nobody wants that.

People want to have a good time,
they want to be happy.

Write lyrics that take
people's hearts by storm.

Songs to sing along with.

Let's take, for example,
Skiing

Or how about
Grandfather, can't you come over...?

Honestly, people remember these lines.
They feel them in their hearts.

- Here comes another round.
- Yes! You, my boy.

You're gonna be a star.
And guess what?

You've got my talent.
It always skips a generation.

Sit down with me.

Yes, you're gonna be a star.

I'll take you under my wing.
Understand?

Keep your fucking money.

- Who's your favorite Rapid player?
- Marco Gruell.

Grill's good player
but you will be better.

Boy, where are you going?

A box on the ears

A sheriff badge

A set of slaps in the face
to make sure...

to make sure they scream and cry

Treat them to a punch in the eye

a nut shot

or a snake bite

belly slaps

We'd never have dared to talk back

Father would have slapped us silly

Until we believed Santa
was a bird of prey

And he had every right to do so

The blessed father

And did it ever...

- What do you charge a suitor?
- 50.

- There you go. Now get out of here.
- Thank you.

There's 50 bucks
and 20 more for a room.

Pick one and get lost.

Thank you. Come back any time.

Head home. I'll pick up the tab.

Rapid vs. Argentina.

No!

Wasted goal chances.

No way.

Congrats, Champ!

- You blew our old man away!
- Yes.

To your victory.

Daddy?

- Why don't you like Mommy anymore?
- I never stopped liking her.

Do you still love her?

Love ... we are friends.

Just like you and
your friends, you know?

And why does Mommy love Kurti now?

That I don't know either.

It's always complicated...
who's in love with whom and so on.

Not my specialty either.

Daddy?
Do you know what Mommy said?

Go ahead, tell me.

Mommy said that you
don't care about her or me.

- She said that?
- Yes.

Why would she say such nonsense?
When was that?

Just about before
we moved into the house.

And you believe her?

- I love you.
- Love you too.

- See you in two weeks?
- Yes.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Hi, Mommy.
- Hey, sweetie.

I've missed you.

- Hi, do you have a minute?
- What's up?

I think we should talk.

- What is this about?
- About the boy, of course.

So, let's talk.

Kind of sucks with the bars...
it's like in prison.

Let's meet at Sandleitenhof.
When would it work for you?

How about Friday?

Friday's fine, sure.

Alright, I'll let you know.

- Sounds good. See you.
- Bye.

- What've you got?
- I got shit.

- Yes, it's blocked.
- I got 28.

28.

- 20 it is.
- 30 and a half.

Get outta here.
Again!

I was waiting for a nine
but no luck.

Didn't come.

- Look over there.
- Who's that?

Ms. Oberhauser, the radio lady.

You can't see her on the radio.
How'd I know her?

- I know her. Worked there long enough.
- He knows'em all.

I'm gonna ask her
to feature you on her show.

- No, don't.
- Yes. C'mon.

Heinzi, we're in the
middle of a game.

Let's see if she knows him.

Yes, she does.

What's he telling her now?

Rickerl, come over here.

- No.
- Go over there.

Why should I?

- Rickerl...
- Go meet her.

What's that?
A casting show?

Rickerl, come over, please.

That could be your chance.
Move your ass.

Good luck.

- Hi.
- That's Rickerl.

Hi, Martina Oberhauser.
Pleasure.

I'm doing the newcomer show.
Heinzi said you're in music.

Yes, good music.

Yes, I make music.
Don't know if it's for your show.

Sure it fits, of course.

I couldn't say.
Do you have a demo tape?

Are you on YouTube?

No, I haven't recorded anything yet.

Why don't you play something?
Live.

Wait a sec.
Your guitar's right here.

- Unplugged.
- Why not?

I don't know if you'd like it,
what I'm doing.

If it's true what Heinzi said,
I'd like to hear it.

What could I play?

A song I just started...

about a dive in the 15th district.

It's not quite ready yet

but I could show you what I got.

At least to get an idea...

Needs a little tune.

The first story's told by
a pudgy Russian

with in front of him
a pint of spirit us

The legs of his chair are sagging

Looks like he's gonna
break through soon

He's wearing a jogging suit
with a hole in his pants

A baseball cap, a beard
and a filthy laugh

He takes a deep breath
and takes another sip

Everyone's waiting for the story
he's about to tell

He talks about his dump of a place
in Vienna's Nobilegasse

A little hole, he's not
gonna fit in anymore

It's too small to
even turn around

Kitchen, toilet, bedroom,
all packed into one

It's too small to
do anything really

And in the corner is his bed
with his mother beside it

And she complains about him,
in the mornings and evenings

Oy vey, oy vey, boy.
How can you do this to me?

I'm ready to die,
look at this mess

Find yourself a wife
to clean up your filth

If she finds your porn,
she's gonna dump you anyway

I can't believe
you're not ashamed of yourself

Damn it, who's that?

Employment service.
Gotta take it, sorry.

- Yes?
- Mr. Bohacek.

Ms. Koenig speaking.

Listen, I just got the
perfect job for you.

And the interview's today.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

I'm working on my music right now.

I'm gonna lose my focus
with too many irons in the fire.

Your appointment's today at
Margaretenstrasse 5, in retail.

If you refuse to show up,
I'll have to block your benefits again.

Alright, I'm gonna be there.

The cow arranged a job interview.

- What?
- Herbert, schnaps. Now!

Do you really want to work?

Of course not.
I've got enough going on.

Have they all lost their mind
at the employment office?

First they threaten you and
now you oughta jump?

- Harassment!
- Their jobs are all shit.

- Give them a piece of your mind.
- Or just play stupid.

- There we go, gents.
- It's gonna be okay.

- We wish you no success.
- Cheers.

If you are wasted,
it's gotta get interesting.

Two are better than one.
Let's go, chug!

She's gotta get drunk
just from your breath.

Alright, see you.

- Go get them.
- Godspeed.

How about you stop by sometime?

I host a singer-songwriter
show twice a month.

We could talk and
you tell us about your music.

You'd do two or
three songs live

to get you some airtime.

- Sounds good.
- Cool. Can I get your number?

Of course.

Wait, just type it in.
I'll call you to set a date.

Ms. Koenig from the employment office

said this would be
the perfect job for you.

- That's what she said?
- Yes.

Why do you think she said that?

I'm afraid I don't know.

Perhaps it's my chain.
She must think I look like a pimp.

Alright.
And what do you think about all this?

Reminds me of my childhood.

We tried out quite a lot back then.

My friends and I got in unnoticed.

One kept watch,
the other swiped a magazine.

Got caught stealing a few times,
got a good beating.

I think you only showed up here
so I can confirm

to the employment office
that our job interview took place.

You pose to be an asshole,
so nobody will hire you.

You will not succeed today, though.

- Do you know why?
- Why?

I'm totally fine with assholes.

I like assholes.

So you steal, you smoke.

And if I may, it seems like
you're not a stranger to booze either.

Well, the occasional shot...

You know, when somebody comes here
to buy something to jerk off at home,

the person working here
needs to be one of them.

I don't need a good student
or a country girl

but someone who fits in.

And I believe you do.

- I'm gonna fit in?
- Yes.

That's why you can
start next Monday.

Can't I just get
my stamp and clear out?

The reason I wanted to see you is...

why you tell Dominik that
I don't care about you two.

I never said that.

He told me that you did.

What did he say?

With his big eyes he asked me,
"Daddy, is it true what Mommy said?"

Nonsense.

I don't need to tell him anyway.
He'll find out what's important to you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Did you tell him or not?
It's a simple question.

Yes, no. I'm not sure.
Maybe I mentioned it when I was upset.

It's true, though.
What should I tell him about us?

- Tell him the truth instead of lies.
- Really?

I'm dying to know
your version of the truth.

What do you want to hear?
That we had our problems...

That's what you call it?

You could have told him
we had problems and I had to move out.

That you started dating
this rich German Heinzi.

Stuff like that.

Better than telling him...

No, you're right.
Good we're talking.

I remember very well
why we had problems.

You didn't give a shit about us.

Too busy drinking with
your buddies all night long.

I always made sure I had a job
to bring home some money.

The occasional drink
should be alright.

Don't get me started.

What job?
When did you ever make an effort?

One shitty job after the other...
You never made much of an effort.

You give up
at the first sign of struggle.

Look at your music.

I'm sorry.
I was never going to storm the charts.

Don't be ridiculous.
You know it's not about the charts.

If you...
had only shown Dominik and me

that we're more important
than drinking with your friends.

Wouldn't have been the worst idea.

- Wanna know what I was most afraid of?
- Can't wait.

- That you'd become like your dad.
- That's it?

- That's the least of my worries.
- That's what I thought.

- I'm never gonna be like him.
- You're well on the way there.

All the time I was
waiting for you to come home.

Perhaps it's better with Kurti...

Keep Kurti out of this.

No can do.
The German clown's fucking annoying.

Or do you mean to tell me
your Bozo's funny?

Couldn't tell a joke if he tried.

At least he doesn't
make me cry all the time.

Well, this doesn't help.
Makes no sense to keep talking.

Could you just do me a favor
and not tell him any more bullshit?

It won't do any of us any good,
so keep it to yourself.

Anyway, I need to get going.

I need to be somewhere.

- Where's that?
- At the "M".

I promised to show up.

I'll see where it goes.
Join me if you like.

If you have the guts.

- Okay.
- What's "okay"?

Let's go.

You're coming?

Alright then.

- Hi.
- Hey, Rickerl.

- Hello.

- Who did you bring?
- Hey, I can't believe it!

- Surprise guest.
- Hello.

- That's a surprise.
- Oh my.

Is there still room for us?

Sit down with us.
How are you doing?

I'm doing good.

Are you back together?

- No, not at all.
- Then what is this here?

I guess have a spritzer or two,
if we're mad enough tonight.

- C'mon.
- Too bad.

Don't get carried away
with your two spritzer.

So what are you doing these days?

Working for that tooth fairy?

No, left a long time ago.
I work for an insurance.

I still remember that although
I've been forgetting everything lately.

- Let's have a toast. To the past!
- Cheers.

When things weren't so shitty.

Looking for a good job?
Try Austrian Broadcasting Corporation.

They're always hiring.
Guess what the best job is.

News anchor.

- No.
- That's what I'd do.

Foreign correspondent you must be.

And I was so close.
So close to getting it.

- Stop it now.
- The boss calls me...

Heinzi, I hate to interrupt you but
you're still telling the same stories.

Thank you, Viki.
Could you come along every week?

So what's new?

- We are tired of his stories.
- You tell us something now.

What do you mean, tell us...
Two years you were gone.

Didn't give a shit.

Did you miss me or
why are you like this?

Well, were we friends or not?

Yes, we were.

I don't get it,
I'm telling you.

Two years
you didn't give a flying fuck.

Okay, Hapo, no.

Just because you're
a posh Hietzing girl now?

You gave us up.

No I didn't but that's the way it is.
You're like a child of divorce.

The facts speak for themselves.

Do you want me half a week
and Rickerl the other?

You didn't call, nothing.

You were more than Rickerl's girl.
You were our friend as well.

But if we break up,
I have no business being here.

It fucking hurt and
I had a hard time.

- Why were you unhappy?
- C'mon, what do you think!

May I introduce Rickerl,
the reason.

We were a couple for so long.
Then we had Dominik and it didn't work.

We couldn't sit here together.
I was home alone with our boy.

I had to make it work.
It changes everything.

Children change everything.
At least for me.

What do you want if he's not in it?

I had enough of crying and
begging him to come home.

What's wrong with you?

- And the boy?
- Where's the boy?

- Rickerl brought him over recently.
- We love him.

If he keeps his eye on the ball,
he's gonna be the next regular here.

I don't know if that's good.

- That's not a career I want for him.
- He fits in perfectly here.

We're gonna make sure the boy
doesn't think he's something better.

Have you talked to him?
Do you think that's likely?

No, he likes Rapid.
That'll keep him down to earth.

What is it with this German guy?

Is it just about the sex?

Yes, those Germans,
they just turn me on.

I don't want to hear that.

- But it must be something.
- Well, I don't know...

Is he your rebound?

- Do I really have to explain why?
- There must be a reason.

- You don't know shit about love.
- Sure, I've seen it all.

Swear... swear here and now,
you're not gonna become a Hietzing cunt.

- I swear it with everything I have.
- She's gonna stay one of us.

- Then he came...
- Is it so much fun to work?

This work was fun...
with the flowers and so on.

But then he came
home with a hooker.

- What?
- Yes, with a hooker.

He wanted the three of us...
can you imagine?

Who would want that at home?

May I have a cigarette, please?

- Of course, Gitti, take one.
- Thanks.

You know,
life really sucks sometimes.

Viki, may I ask you for a dance?

So I get plastered every night,
so I can sleep better.

What is there to do?

I messed up my whole life.

I'm telling you,
sometimes life's out to get you.

It's not gonna get better. There's
no silver lining on the horizon.

At least I have you guys.
Otherwise I'd have killed myself.

Tonight I'm gonna hand you the stars

Look into my eyes
and stop the grieving

Not every fairy tale is worth believing

You always know what I desire

Only with you my heart's on fire

Because of you
I'm singing in the rain

Why don't you want
to see me ever again?

Hello?

-Yes?
- Good morning, sunshine.

Get out of bed,
don't tell me I didn't wake you up.

You did. What's up?

It's 11:24.
Usually time for my second lunch break.

- It's Saturday. What do you want?
- That's why I'm calling.

Today's the wedding in Weinviertel
where you're gonna play.

Yes, yes. I know.
When and where, again?

I'll send you a WhatsApp.

Are you kidding me?
I don't have WhatsApp.

When are you gonna
catch up to the present?

Fuck the present. Send a text.

I want to go back home

Here I feel all alone

I don't need the big wide world

I want to go home to Fuerstenfeld

I want to go home to Fuerstenfeld

I want to go home to Fuerstenfeld

We're gonna take a quick break.

We need refreshments for the musicians.
Could we get five beers to the stage?

I'm sick and tired of Austropop.

That's the Austrian nature.
Always in the past, always behind.

Rickerl, don't you have this slow
dance track, "When I'm Around You?"

- Let's play that.
- How do you know that one?

Charly sent us your songs two years ago.
He asked us to record them.

That was you guys?

- The songs were good. Ready to go.
- They were not ready.

What happened?
We rehearsed but didn't hear again.

It didn't feel right and
I had to go over the lyrics again.

- Well then, cheers.
- Cheers.

What a shame.
The songs were awesome.

Thank you.

- Let's keep on playing.
- Guys, "When I'm Around You". Now.

Are you mad.
We can't play that now.

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention.

Aside from the fantastic songs
of our Austrian legends,

we'd like to surprise
you with a true original.

And between us,
so far unreleased,

by this young, talented artist.

- No. I don't remember the lyrics.
- Rickerl is his name.

"When I'm Around You" is about love,
perfect for this wonderful day.

You're more than welcome
to hit the dance floor.

It figures!
Where's the fucking song.

Honey, where are you?
I wanna dance.

Patricia, I'm free.

I don't care where you're from
or what you do

I only care that you're here now

When I'm around you I don't pretend
to be one of the cool guys

No, no, no
All I do is singing about love

It would sound cheesy
if I sang it in English

Or sweet talk in Italian
with lots of a more

Look up in the sky
A slice of Emmental cheese is melting

And it runs down all the way to us

The light is reflected in your face

And our shadows stick together

Hey!

The beer gets warm when you are here

Now what's with your disdain

And what's all the gossip about?

Just two people who like each other

There is nothing more to see here

Now what's with your disdain

And what's all the gossip about?

Just two people who like each other

There is nothing more to see here

Stop, stop! It's over.

I don't care where you're from
or what you do

Well, let's hit the buffet.

- Hi, Rickl.
- Could you send Dominik out?

He's finishing his homework.
Might take a little longer.

Why don't you come in the garden?

He can finish his homework later
or copy it on Monday.

Come up, I want to show you something.
I won't bite.

Listen to that engine purr.

- Fancy a beer?
- No, they'll be done soon.

- How long can it be?
- I've a real hankering.

Ewald, bring two beers.

Now watch this.

And... Cheers.

Awesome.

No, thanks.
You don't always have to drink.

- You sure?
- Yes.

You're right.

I'm already off the clock.

Look, I think it's important
that we can talk to each other.

And that you're
on good terms with Viki.

What do you mean?
Is there anything you wish to say?

Not at all,
just that you're communicating,

talking to each other and get it right,
even though you broke up.

We'll always confer with
you in all big decisions.

The wedding won't change anything.

- I'll go see what's up with Dominik.
- Sure, go right in.

I'll keep mowing the lawn.

- Hello

- Hi, Daddy.
- Hello.

Dominik, we're not done with homework.
Come here.

Please.

We had said at two.
Are you not done yet?

Sorry it took a little longer.

Let the lawn mower do the homework.
Can't it do everything?

- What's the matter?
- Nothing, never mind.

Can you do this one alone?
I need to talk to Daddy.

Please finish it.
Do you have a minute?

Rickerl, if it's about last weekend,
please let it go.

Let's say it never happened,
like a dream.

And as nice as the dream may be,
we wake up back in the real world.

And that's my world, get it?

- Are we clear?
- Yes, sure. Do your thing.

I'm alright.

So? How're we doing?

Good job.

If we win this,
we need to assemble another parcours,

a hard one.

- A more difficult one.
- Okay, that's the extreme level.

- Yes, the final stage.
- Okay.

Up there, and see you.

Hi Daddy, I'm ready.

- Well then.
- Let's go.

Daddy, will you be on TV now?

On the radio, it seems.
We'll see about that.

- So cool.
- Yes.

- I think we need to go in there.
- Looks good.

- Hey, got a light?
- Hi, sure thing.

Thank you.

- And who are you?
- I'm Dominik.

Hi, I'm Nino.

Rickerl.

- What were you doing here?
- I had an interview.

- How did it go?
- Stupid questions.

My favorite place in Vienna.

My favorite beer brand.

Whether I'm superstitious...
about the new album.

- Why?
- It's album #13.

- Really, so many?
- It's my job.

My Daddy also sings.

I thought so.

Would you like to have a beer sometime
and talk about the business?

Sure, sounds good.
Our managers can fix a date.

- Why not?
- Let the management handle it.

Okay, good luck.

Thanks, bye.

Daddy, can we go inside?

You know what?
Let's have a really cool adventure.

Yes!

- What about the interview?
- We can do that another time.

- Hello

Hi there.

Come, Daddy.

- Wait for me.
- Let's defeat the plants.

I can't keep up.
Do you see carnivorous plants?

- Come.
- I'm coming.

You can't harm us.

Don't let me down.
I'm doing everything myself.

Come on.
What does it look like?

Almost done, yes.

Now that's what I call freedom.
That's our spot.

Cool, time for a swim.

Yes.

I'm gonna fall.

Come in.

- Are you cold?
- Yes.

C'mon, a little more.

A little more.
Are you ready for a fire sword fight?

Fire master,
got it under control?

- Yes.
- Excellent.

Should be enough.

Let's send Mommy a message

all the way to Hietzing.
I'm sure she'll see it.

Let's say,
"We gonna grill some sausages.”

One, two, three.

Look, Daddy.
I've sorted them for you.

Really?
You've sorted them for me?

- This one goes to the back.
- To the back?

- How did you sort them?
- According to colors.

Now you can pick the best and
give them to Fat Charly.

Yes, I can.
Thank you, that's so sweet.

Can you play me a song?

I could play this one.
Could you pass me the guitar?

As you're in school already,
I wrote this about my time in school.

One bag of chips,
two liters of iced tea

Boy, it can't go on like this

Give me your homework
or take a beating

What is wrong with your books?

Nobody could read your scribbling

Sit up properly
You're not at home

If you go on like this,
I'm afraid for your future

Where is your second slipper?

Every day you make up a new excuse

I'd like to talk to your parents

In the corner, standing in the corner

One bag of chips,
two liters of iced tea

One bag of chips,
two liters of iced tea

In the pencil case
there's only a red pen

He must have stolen it

That's just the way he is

Listen, I don't want you
to visit him again

He's not good company

Play with the other children

No, I'm not fine with it

What do you want from this messy boy

With only one slipper

Why do you share
your sandwich with him

That I wrapped in tin foil for you

In the corner
Standing in the corner

One bag of chips,
two liters of iced tea

Daddy, I'm hungry.

C'mon, wake up.

What's the matter?

I'm just hungry.

You're hungry?

Did you sleep well?

- Have you been up long?
- Yes.

Fuck, it's really late.

- What's the rush?
- C'mon, get your things.

Oh crap! Fucked up again.
I can't believe it.

Come on.

- Come.
- Daddy, take that.

Yes, give it to me.
C'mon, let's get a move on.

I need to get to work.

- Cool that you've got the key.
- Yes.

I'm basically the boss here.

- Not bad, right?
- Yes.

- What's that?
- Kind of a massage stick.

That feels really good.

THE LOVESTRUCK GIRLS FROM TYROL

Daddy, can I watch this movie?

That's not for children.

Please, I can handle it.
Otherwise I'll just get bored.

- But this film is only for adults.
- Please.

"The Lovestruck Girls from Tyrol"

You can watch the first ten minutes.
And we stop when I say so.

What a weird TV.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Say, you're always here
when I'm bathing.

No, you're always bathing
when I'm here.

I'm gonna get a massage myself.

Goodbye, little bunny.

- Well, what do you have for me?
- These are your bills.

Wow, you've got X-ray vision.

Alright, I'm gonna go through my songs.
Now that they're all sorted.

- Shit, come!
- What's up?

I forgot the guitar! Fuck.

Daddy, lock the door.

Come on.

Stop!

- Come.
- Daddy, I can't run that fast.

- Daddy!
- Quick.

Wait for me, Daddy!

What the fuck!

Dominik!

I'm here.

Dominik?

Dominik!

Dominik, I'm right here.

Dominik!

I'm here.

Shit, fucking shit.

Dominik!

Dominik!

Dominik!

Dominik!

He's here.

Dominik.

Boy, what're you doing?

Where were you?

You're such an asshole.
You ran away!

Watch your tongue.

I told you I can't run that fast.
The police is here because of you.

I'm sorry, alright?
C'mon, let's go.

Don't look like that.
Go on catching thieves.

- Excuse me?
- Yes, abracadabra.

Can we make up?

What do you want me to say?

If you insist.

What else do you want
me to do, Mr. Bohacek?

How should I know?
Do you want me to do your job?

I've been here for over 20 years.

I've worked with many clients.
Believe me, I've seen a lot.

What you're doing beggars description.
Section 11.

- Do you know what that means?
- I don't care what it means.

- Couldn't care less about your laws.
- Get a grip.

No, I won't.
It's easy for you to say.

Quoting your laws as you like,
putting people into classes.

All you do is bully people around.

- Mr. Bohacek.
- Don't Mr. Bohacek me.

Fuck the classes, fuck the money.

I don't give a shit.
Just piss off, the lot of you.

Fine! If you're not
interested in our services,

we won't send any money.
See what happens.

Go ahead. That's your specialty.

I'd rather live on the streets
than have you tell me what to do!

... In downhill position.
She's fighting for every meter.

Rickerl, what's the matter?

- You're not okay, right?
- Everything went down the drain.

Employment services blocked me.

The eviction letter is next,
if I can't pay the rent.

Throw you out?

If I can't pay the rent.
Just a matter of time.

They can't. He has the boy.

Do you know what you need?
A reliable job.

A reliable job?
If it's the right one.

Excuse me,
a little room, thank you.

- I'm gonna take it off your hands.
- A spritzer for the ladies.

For the extra.

For the only man at the table.

Wait a minute.
I think I have an idea.

You know Peter, right?

- The hot dog guy?
- Yes.

Peter is a good friend.

He has a hot dog stand
near the Augarten park.

That's a gold mine, you know.

You want me to sell hot dogs?

Yes, he's always needs
help with night shift.

- Stop it.
- The idea is not half bad.

What's your problem?

Standing there the whole night,
selling sausages and smelling of fat.

So what?
You can do a lot off the books.

You can drink beer and
nobody's gonna fire you.

I won't work at a hot dog stand,
and that's it.

A euro per day for public transport,
so I can go to the doctor's...

Kaesekrainer with hot mustard?

- What would Vienna be?
- Hot mustard and bread?

- Like London or what?
- London is really ugly.

London? London's not ugly.

- There you go.
- Don't say it without having seen it.

- Wanna know what's nice?
- What?

Danube Island. Island is life.

Raid! Hygiene inspection.

Did you wash your hands
after taking a piss?

What are you doing here?

A little birdie told me
you got yourself honest work.

Had to see it for myself.

Looking good.

Where's the beer? In there?

Well, everything's alright?

Sure. 2.50 for the beer.

2.507? Not bad.

Don't you have anything better to do?

Talking about appointments.

I've been playing
a machine for three weeks.

It's taunting me,
but tonight I'll crack it.

It's humming like a transformer.
I can feel it.

I can't give you any details.

Or you'll take your sausage money
and piss on my parade.

I'm telling you: if I crack it today,
the next round is on me.

You don't need to pay a round.
Pay your 2.50 and get out to the others.

You come in here as
if you're the boss.

But you're not.

Alright.

Let me tell you something.

You won't believe me
but I'm proud of you.

Yes, I'm proud of you.

Not every dream comes true.
Believe me, I know.

I speak from experience.
I had so many dreams.

Where I would play.
All the things I'd do. Fuck it all!

Believe me.
Not every dream comes true.

Believe me.
You're not 20 anymore.

What you're doing is good.

I'm telling you.
The sausage back there... is real.

It's not a dream.

The beer in there...
is cold, hoppy, and real.

People will always eat and get drunk.

See you, boy. Stay honest.

- Hey, what's up?
- No hey, nothing's up.

- Hi, Rickerl.
- Hi, Winni.

- Is it okay if I take the bottles?
- Sure, take them.

Thanks.

- C'mon, stay for a beer.
- Do you know what time it is?

- I'm beat.
- I don't care about time.

Sorry, you're a good guy
but I need to hit the sack.

Pity.

I have something here for you.

Show me another time.

And a tramp with his cheap wine
toppled into a bush

He fell asleep where he tumbled over

He fell asleep
right where he tumbled over

He's lying next to his warm puke

The pigeons will love it

Who the hell vomited there?

We hear a woman shouting

The grocery bag in her left

And a boy in her right hand

What happened to us?

With a stern face

They walk past in a hurry

They walk past in a hurry

Sure but they could have
scored more goals.

Hi there.

Hello, look what the cat dragged in.
Spritzer?

Yes.

Fucking machine!

C'mon, show me the cherries,
then I'll leave you be.

Is that a cherry?
It's a fucking melon.

Asshole, come on!

Relax, we can do it.

Steady now.

Come on.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Please.

The two of us, we'll keep going
to the bitter end.

Winni! Shit.

- Stop, please.
- No.

I need to get out.
It's important.

- Are you crazy?
- C'mon, it's an emergency.

- I'm looking for Winni.
- We're closed.

Who are you?

I'm Rickerl. You know where Winni is?
He's a regular.

What does he look like?

Around 60, usually with a hat,
a little beard.

- I think I know him.
- A homeless guy.

What do you want from him?

He has got my guitar
and I need it back.

We don't want anything to do with that.
Please leave.

- You know where he is. Just tell me!
- You'll need to talk to him. Piss off.

- Tell me where he is, then I will.
- Get going, we have work to do.

Stuffed Papa Smurf, tell me.

- Calm down now.
- C'mon fatty, tell me!

- Shit.
- Man, fuck.

I'm sorry, man.

Damn it. Come on.

Did you just break my nose?

I'm sure it's nothing.
What about Winni?

He found the fucking guitar I lost.
That's it.

Why didn't you say so,
would have made it so much easier.

Yes, I could have, sure.

The Winni you're talking about
has often been seen in Arenbergpark.

Where the flak towers are.
Look for him there.

Arenbergpark.
Great, thanks for the information.

One guy likes to go skiing,
baptized his little punk

Who would ever need the devil,
if God himself is always drunk?

Everywhere I see the bastards,
come let's lay out a line

In any case I always have
with me a bottle of wine

The cock is always following
in the crazy hen's strides

Up the chicken ladder,
crap is flying on all sides

When she offers you a tour,
I guess it's better you decline

In any case I always have
with me a bottle of wine

The chick from Friedersbach is
wearing hardly anything at all

She's sucking on her coke,
a dimwit looking like a doll

I'd bet she's still a virgin,
but it's already past nine

In any case I always have
with me a bottle of wine

- Great song.
- Well, easy with such a great guitar.

Found it at the pond.

You should take
better care of your stuff.

You're right.

There you go.

You know what?
Keep the guitar.

You need the guitar yourself.
C'mon, you can't do that.

What I really need
are those notes.

Can't believe I got them back.

That's alright.
The guitar is yours.

Thanks, man.

Don't take this the wrong way
but you stink.

You too.

Hello?

Listen, you don't need
to show up tomorrow.

What? Why?
Tomorrow's Friday.

Dominik doesn't want
to spend the weekend with you.

- Why?
- He told me everything.

You lost him at the pond,
he was afraid,

some strangers found him,
and the police was there.

You need to look after him.
It's dangerous near the water.

You let him watch
a film at the sex shop?

Dominik is six years old.
He's your son, not your friend.

You know children always exaggerate.
It wasn't half as bad as he told you.

Please let me talk to him.

He's not here.
He's out with Kurti.

You can't be serious. Are you trying
to get between Dominik and me?

No! Why would you say that?

I'm not gonna send him
to you against his will.

You messed it up.
That's not my fault.

He loves you, Rickerl.

Let's give it a break, though.
See you.

First track:
Three Tales from Cafe Fesch

The first story's told by
a pudgy Russian

with in front of him
a pint of spirit us

The legs of his chair are sagging

Looks like he's gonna
break through soon

- Who is it?
- How should I know?

- Hi there.
- My boy.

- Am I disturbing you?
- What's up?

- We need to talk.
- I'm with company.

I don't care.
We need to talk now.

- Hello.
- Hi Rickerl.

I'd need a few minutes with my father?

Sure, I'm off.

- I'll be outside.
- Okay, thanks. Go.

Tell me what's up.
You show up here...

I know you'll never apologize
for being a fucking terrible dad.

That you left Mom and me.
That you never paid alimony.

That you gambled it all away
in bars every night.

I also know that your dad was an ass.
That he beat the shit out of you.

You can't pass it on from
one generation to the next!

That's where I draw the line.
Dominik deserves better! Got it?

Stop sticking your nose in my life.
Stop bashing me at every turn

just because I didn't play soccer
like you wanted me to.

I'll go my own way.

Here's my demo tape.
Give it a go.

You might not like it because
you can't sing along. So what?

Goodbye.

Now he's sitting there,
with his wooden leg

Rolls it, lights it and gets high

Blows the smoke in the face
of the whore on his lap

She says,
"Daj mi cigaretu, jeboti kurac!"

Today we dance
with our worst enemies

We pour them wine
and make amends

Today the whole world is ours

Today the tramps
get cash and flowers

Today we are friendly,
even if something's wrong

And even if someone's nice to us,
we still won't get along

. where everyone knows each other.

Where the flowers bloom,
there was a campsite

A girl lived there every summer

Niki was her name
We were dating a summer long

Then on her way back
from the discotheque

She was killed in a car crash
next to a wasted driver

Many of us were doomed,
everyone else is a survivor

Otherwise we wouldn't sit here
and sing together

Talking of the main square, of parking,
of Fliessi and Schlinger

Of the Kunstwerkstatt, the Danube road

Of Mauthausgasse and
walls with graffiti code

Of Benzo's basement,
the Pummersluckn underpass

Of the railway station restaurant
where the drunkards sit on their ass

Between the carcass plant
and the sugar fleet

Where it smells either of
dead animals or deliciously sweet

Let me tell you one thing, Rickerl:

It's not gonna make us rich.

But perhaps that's not the point.

I am moved deep inside.
And it wasn't a heart attack.

You gave me something,
now let me return the favor.

One, two, three, four, five.

An advance. First instalment.

Take the 500 bucks
before I change my mind.

Thank you.

I thank you.
That was really something.

So let's call Herbi right away
to get into the studio.

- Yes?
- Hi, it's me.

I know you're all angry with me
but I'd love to take you to the movies.

I promised the boy
and I have a little money.

You're more than welcome to join us.
I'll even invite my favorite German.

Kurti's not here.

What a shame.

- Then get the boy and let's go.
- I'll ask him.

Tell him we're gonna see the
superhero movie we talked about.

He can even have coke
if he won't rat me out.

You think this battle
is too big for me?

You have no idea how strong I am.

I will prevail
even if it takes eternity.

And he had every right to do so

The blessed father

And did it ever hurt us?
What a bother?

Daddy, could you give
a concert at my school?

Michi doesn't believe me
that you're a singer.

Sure, I can do that.

If he won't believe you,
we'll have to show him.

Listen, last time we were at the pond,
I totally messed up.

I should have been more careful,
pay attention to where you are.

I'm truly sorry.

I hope you're not angry anymore.
I'd like us to get along again.

May I play guitar for a while?

A little bit
but then you'll go to sleep.

Okay.

Good night, my boy.

Good night.

So, are you guys good?
No, he's still angry. Shit.

Well, don't stress him out.
At least he's here now.

I know.

Thank you for coming along.

I never wanted you to
spend less time with Dominik.

Even if you sometimes thought I do.

I don't know what to believe anymore.

Ever since you moved to Hietzing,
the private school, you know...

I can imagine what people there
think of someone like me.

So what?

Since when do you care
what people might think?

Don't you think the other parents
annoying me as hell?

But I pull myself together.
I want him to have a better life.

You're doing a great job.

Look at our son.

He's the best.

And that's all on you.

Well...

You're just being humble.
You played a part, too.

I guess I'm responsible
for his big mouth.

Just the other day,
he told Kurti

"You don't get to tell me anything,
you loaded clown."

Really? He said that?

Say, isn't it a bit risky
what you're doing here?

What am I doing?

Drinking wine with
a good-for-nothing fellow...

for a woman engaged to be married?

How do you know that?

Kurti spilled the beans.

What a mess. I had told him that
I want to be the one to tell you.

I'm just surprised.

You had always said it's just
a conservative Catholic tradition.

You'd never do that...

First of all, it's completely normal
to change your mind over time.

It's not a bad thing.
You should try it.

And secondly, who I marry
doesn't fucking concern you.

Will he get the German's name, too?

I can't say, it's his choice.

Are you really that much into him?

Yes.

You could play at our wedding.

Free drinks and
lots of German ladies.

Well then, let's do it.

I'll be leaving.

Alright.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Bring him back tomorrow evening.
- Sure.

And no porn, please.

I make no promises.

Daddy!

- Yes, what's up?
- Is Mommy gone?

Yes, she just left.
Did you need anything else?

No, I wrote a song for you.

Really?
When did you do that?

I started when you gave me the guitar.

- I finished it.
- Great! Let me hear it.

I don't know if it's any good.

I'm sure it's good.
Why wouldn't it be?

- And if it's not?
- Then I'll help you.

You said you'd play it,
so let's do it.

The song is called
"My best pal”

You are my very first choice
for an adventure day

Then we set our sticks on fire
and keep fighting all the way

Then I get my pocket knife
and work on my carving skills

We'd better not tell Mommy
or she will get the chills

Daddy, let's get out and
play ball where the grass is green

Argentina will never stand a chance
against Rapid Wien

Everything's much better with you,
my dad is really funny

It doesn't really matter
if you're broke or flush with money

Daddy, I promise to you
we'll always have our way

I don't give a shit about
what anyone might say

I'll grow tall and I'll get faster,
I'll soon be in my prime

I'm sure you won't outrun me next time

Because you are my best pal

Yes, you are my pal

A car is passing by downstairs

I listen to a record by The Doors

With my hands on my typewriter

I guess it was a Volkswagen

I could go out to my café

But I don't want to see
the same guys as yesterday

I'm gonna see them tomorrow anyway

I want to sleep because I'm tired

But before falling asleep
I'll write a song

My thoughts, they are coming

Grow hazy and disappear

I'd need to take a leak

But I don't feel like getting up

If I wrote down
what I'm thinking right now

I'm thinking about what
my mother's gonna get for Christmas

I'm sitting here and I'm tired

And I seriously doubt
The song's gonna be what I desired

I flipped the record

And marvel at their ingenuity

I get up and close the window

It's getting a little cold in here

The wind's blowing a kiosk away

I hear a drunkard cursing and swearing

I'm sure he has his reasons

I'm tired and go to bed before long

I sleep and I dream
I dream of a song