Somehow (2022) Movie Script
You're right, it's like that.
(Disturbing city noises from outside.)
You're right, it's like that.
I'm not really...
I'm not present the way I should be, maybe.
(Disturbing city noises from outside.)
(Helicoptersounds getting louder.)
You are already there, where I'm not.
You've only just arrived
there, where I am not
(Loud helicopter sounds and roaring.)
(Distorting guitars.)
(Disturbing music.)
(Murmuring incomprehensibly
and ticking sounds.)
(Cars are passing.)
Should we continue there?
Anyway watch out.
Let's go!
Forward, right?
No we go forward!
Attack forward!
(Uplifting music.)
(He, voice-over) Keep on driving.
A weird thing on the windshield.
Wasp or mayfly. I don't know.
Completely squashed.
Riding along with us.
Maybe just like me.
What are your plans?
I don't know.
Neither do I know you.
Long live Belgium! (Children
bawling in the streets.)
Yeah, cheers.
Here's fine, right?
You like it?
Take it.
What's your name? What's your name?
I want your telephone number!
Two beers please.
(A Saxophonist begins to play.)
(An old man screams loudly
and throws a bag on the floor.)
(Tatooed guy) Go on, play, play!
(Jazzy saxophone music.)
(Cheering.)
Come on, sit down.
(Toasting.)
(Jazzy saxophone music.)
(Tatooed guy) All good?
(Saxophon player) All good or what?
All good or what?
(Music gets louder and crazier.)
(He) Another round for me!
What's that?
- These are tattoos.
- These are tattoos.
Yes.
- These are tattoos.
- These are tattoos.
- Do you have a tattoo?
- Yes, here.
(Music becomes more crazy.)
(Screeming.)
This is a tattoo!
Here is a tattoo, she's a tatoo!
In body and soul!
(Saxophone music is crazy to the max.)
(All are screeming.)
(Saxophone music is echoing.)
(Dreamy electric guitar music.)
(Still Dreamy electric guitar music.)
(Dreamy electric guitar
music becomes more intense.)
(He crows like a rooster.)
(Echoing cock crowing.)
(Helicopter sounds.)
(Hands rummaging through old deposit tins.)
(Sniffing coke.) Fuck!
(Moaning.)
(Uplifting and chilled
electric guitar music.)
(The can cracks on his head.)
(The car leaves the road.)
(Still uplifting and chilled
electric guitar music.)
(Puking and spitting.)
You're okay?
(He, voice-over) No one will find us here.
Just disappear.
In this huge field.
And now?
Nothing matters right now.
And I have no idea what will happen.
Why not?
Give me that thing!
I said give it to me!
You don't know who I am, do you?
Well then, think real hard.
Am I famous? Am I notorious?
Am I dangerous? Don't be a buzzkiller.
Everyone's afraid of me, even
the constable Dimpfelmoser!
(Actors on stage) Seppel,
that's a very stupid idea!
The robber Hotzenplotz
will recognize us anyway.
- No he won't.
- Yes he will!
He won't!
(Make-Up Artist) Look to the left.
(Disturbing sounds and screaming actors.)
Give it to me, I say!
It's sand!
Fine, shabby, ordinary sand!
(He, speaks lines from a play) Am I famous?
Am I notorious?
Don't be a buzzkiller.
Everyone's afraid of me, even
the constable Dimpfelmoser!
That's exactly who I am,
the robber Hotzenplotz.
And now don't play games
here, because I don't like that!
So, give me that coffee grinder!
Now we're talking!
Now sit over there and calmly count to 999.
(Lightning strike and thunder)
Well! Wake up my boy!
(Children) Bye bye Robber
Hotzenplotz, well played.
- Do you smoke?
- Yes, sometimes.
Not good.
Ciao.
(He, speaks a line from
a play) Am I famous?
(A dog is barking and
Crickets are chirping.)
(A rooster wires.)
- Awesome. You need help?
- It's alright.
Wait, I have a flashlight.
Ah, stop fucking around!
Fuck you! Fuck you, man!
I'm terrified of rats.
Fuck you, what's in there?
Do you think they have a shower?
Still haven't seen one.
Haven't seen one!
I asked you if they have a damn shower?!
Mhm, yummy!
(Moaning.)
(Wild moaning.)
(Orgasmic moaning.)
(Breathing heavily.)
(She is spitting.)
(Sighing.)
(Crazy animal sounds.)
(Highway and birds sounds.)
(He) Over here! Fucking awesome!
Can you drive?
Don't feel like driving anymore, your turn.
Nah!
What, nah?
I can't.
Forget it.
Forget it!
I can't.
- I can't.
- Its your turn, damn it!
(He) Fuck you, fuck you!
Where is the fucking key?
(He) Fuck.
Fuck off. No shit, I
drove all the fucking way.
Fuck off, fuck off.
Take your fucking
hands away, I'm serious...
You got a bump.
No way. You knew that,
didn't you? Did you knew it?
Come here, it won't be that easy!
(He) Fuck off, not in
the but crack! I hate you!
Sit down. Please, I can't take it anymore.
(He screams loudly.)
(Hood creaks.)
You're gonna learn now.
Come on.
You've never driven before?
Are you kidding me?
Put the key in, turn it!
- Right foot!
- I can't drive!
Fuck you, right foot in!
Foot on it, man, are you stupid?!
(Many empty cans are squandered.)
Push your right foot
down hard... yes, like that.
No, fuck, the left one!
Ok, my mistake. Sorry.
Push left foot through... No wait, first
push the foot through, That was good!
Come on, push the foot down hard now.
All the way through!
Now turn the key and slowly let it go.
(Engine is not starting.)
Let go. Good!
(Engine revs up.) Yeah, just put
your foot on the gas! Keep going,
It's running! Good!
(Engine revs up again.)
(Both are cheering.)
(Engine revs up again.)
Come on, you're doing it!
Oh the hand...
We forgot the break.
(She screams desperately.)
Ok, one more time.
(Honking.)
(Honks) Step on it!
(Motor revs very high.)
(Cheering.)
(Honking.)
(Cheering.)
(She is laughing.)
Hit the can! We're hitting it!
(Can is being crushed.)
I baptize you in this name:
I don't know!
(Burp echoes.)
Old man I gotta confess.
No... Father, I have to confess.
I've...
I've done a lot of shit in my life.
When I was five, I called
my neighbour a son of a bitch.
Several times I...
I cheated on my former girlfriend.
The mum of my child, you know?
Actually I always screwed
up everything what she...
Or what we had imagined together.
We wanted to get married in Paris.
And I fucked around with
another woman two weeks later.
That was immediately obvious,
everything was always immediately obvious.
I told my son that I
love him, although I...
Although I didn't even feel
anything at the birth, at all.
I cut the umbilical cord and they had to
tell me where, because I could not look.
I like to play football with him, father.
But...
And I love him but I
don't know what love is.
I just don't know.
And maybe...
That's the reason for the trip. Perhaps.
Perhaps.
(Church bells ringing.)
(Floating water.)
(Train approaches.)
(He, voice-over) I love you more
than anyone else in the world.
But I just don't know how
this is supposed to work.
You are the only person...
That I want to love.
God damn it.
I'm so fucking sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
That I'm such an idiot.
I hate myself.
I love you.
(Shouts.)
But I just have to go.
Awesome!
Awesome! Just like Baloo the bear!
(Singing a slow portugese song.)
What the fuck?
Fuck!
(Guitar sound.)
(Loud scream.)
(Drums and wild guitar music.)
(Loud scream.)
(Music stops, elevator doors open.)
Hola!
(Music continues slow.)
(Music increases.)
(Music stops.)
(Music continues. Jazz drums.)
(Shouts loud at her.)
(Atmospheric guitar music is added.)
(Muffled mumbling.)
(Muffled scream.)
Hello?
Hello?
Yes, it's me.
I know, can I speak to him for a second?
I know.
Just let me speak to him for a second, ok?
Just fuck you, fuck you.
Fuck you!
(Slams down the phone.)
(Birds singing.)
(Kicking a football.)
(He) Shit!
(Son) Shit. (He) Quiete shitty, yes.
Hep!
Get up! Up, up!
(Exhausted moaning.)
(Son laughs.)
Last ball, I have to go home.
Penalty, come on! Penalty?
One shot. And if you score,
you get fries. With ketchup.
No I have to go now.
- Seriously.
- I'll be grounded.
Nonsense.
You're wearing slippers?
That one doesn't count.
Fries?
(Son, gasping for air.) Yes.
Okay.
- Can you do it?
- No, I can't.
Slippery, right?
Maybe football's on at the Kebab place!
No, I realy can't.
- Fine, just a few fries.
- Fries are ok.
Alright, so let's go.
- Hm?
- Yes.
Let's go!
Oh, Kitty Cat!
(Cat meowing.) Go get it, go get it.
Yummy!
(Dog whining.)
Back in the days, at our
sports club in the village...
I always helped out with the raffle prices.
Grandpa already told me that too!
There you could always get free fries
on the account of the table tennis club.
And in one day I ordered 12
portions of fries and ate them all.
And some Coke!
(Son) And in the end you felt sick.
- Nah, maybe a bit sick, but...
(Engine starting.)
(Stops engine.)
(Sighs.)
(Dial tone.)
(Father) Hello?
Is this you?
(He, voice-over) Who do you think you are?
What are you saying to me?
(Slow guitar music) Dirty pig,
can't take care of your own kid.
Look at you!
(Engine starting.)
Drunk piece of shit.
I hear this and... I just say: I hate you!
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you deeply!
You stupid, fucking
piece of shit, I hate you!
(Guitar music.)
(Engine starting.)
(He, voice-over) Where am I?
Always further.
What is he doing now?
And what do I do now? Why am I doing this?
Where are you my boy?
Should I return?
And then the next stop.
Madrid.
Charging my batteries.
(Elevator creaks.)
(Whistles.)
What's up?
Spanish.
Okay!
(Whirlpool bubbles.)
(Spanish lounge music starting.)
Okay!
My house is your house!
Friends!
(Loud cheering.)
(Both laughing.)
All good?
(He) Are you stupid? But not in my boots.
These are the last two I have.
Idiot, ey.
Oh, friends. It's been so
long since I had so much fun!
(Moaning.)
(Ecstatic moaning.)
(Amospheric Guitar music)
(Music increases.)
(Car honking.)
(He, voice-over) Then we met
an old friend from Brussels again.
That dude with the colorful shirt.
(Crickets chirp.)
And together we travelled
through the the Sierra Nevada.
What a damn heat.
(Crickets chirp.)
(Stone hits cans.)
(Both cheering.)
(He, voice-over) And you?
You are probably sleeping
in your bed now, my little one.
And I just left.
But I'm fucking scared.
A fucking fear...
To simply turn into that person
I never wanted to become.
I don't want...
I don't want to turn into that, that I
That someday...
I will be exactly like the one
I was always most afraid of.
(Crickets chirp.)
(Driving noise.)
(Hank sings happy.)
(Laughs and sings happy.)
Home sweet home!
(Crickets chirp.)
Behind that door...
That's where my mother died.
37 kilos.
Spoke to god all her life.
But never to me.
And behind this door...
I held her hand when she...
(Imitates dramatic gasping.)
Dad?
Why am I not allowed to cry?
(Grunts.)
Real men don't cry.
Dad?
Why is the door locked?
Yeah, you know: Good girls don't
get touched between their legs.
(Hank) Two days later, daddy was dead.
I packed my bag and got out of here!
Once through the whole pampa's!
And back again!
Inside a glass coffin...
With the Seorita!
(She hums.)
He comes up the stairs.
23...
24...
25...
Mom was already expecting him.
Powdered nose.
Dressed up fancy.
(Singing.)
He's carrying his green bag again.
Maybe there are apple candies
in there, just like last time.
Maybe we'll play cards today. Or watch TV.
(Singing.)
Saturday was always Ching Chang day for us.
Ching Chan, that was...
Minced meat...
With spring onions from
the jar. Fourth selection.
Mushrooms - can was
opened with the machine.
(Imitates electric sound.)
Everything inside, including the brew.
And strips of paprika from
the jar. Third, fourth selection.
And minced meat was not really minced meat.
Minced meat was sausages,
squeezed out of the intestines.
Mom always did that and we
sat in the kitchen and watched.
Because that was something special.
The cookbook was opened and it was Chinese.
Ching Chang.
Father was always in the basement.
In his so-called fridge.
In his work cellar,
nothing worked except...
One large rope stretched across the room.
And 50 or 60 small ropes hung from it.
All neatly hung up, sorted by size.
And at some point mom called:
Food is ready, food is ready!
And then you heard the cellar door
and everyone quickly got to their position.
So we all sat there, the stairs creaked.
(Imitates creaking.)
The food was on the plate. Noodles.
Ching Chang too.
The sauce was ketchup.
And then he came through the door...
Always took my head, every Saturday.
Just took it and shoved it into the food.
This is Ching Chang
with noodles and ketchup.
(She emerges from the water.)
(She gasps for air.)
It was like this every Saturday.
(Ching Chang.)
(Atmospheric guitar music.)
(Uplifting music.)
- Cheers to the Car!
- To the Car!
That old thing is awesome, isn't it?
What a freighter!
Go on already, ok?
I'll be right back.
(Arabic families talking.)
(He, voice-over) I know
you won't wait for me.
Why should you?
You are the companion.
(Tape rewinds.)
(She) Where you going?
(Guitar music fading in.)
Casablanca.
Okay.
Let's go.
(Dreamy guitar music.)
(He, voice-over) Together with
you. Driving around, all over Europe.
What madness!
Every day somewhere else.
Every day...
Something new, a new adventure, new people.
Or no people.
Mostly no people.
Who did we trust ourselves too?
Probably not even ourselves.
Stupid thoughts
Hey, take care, I...
Thank you.
(Car stops.)
Maybe we will meet
again. Maybe in 50 years.
But probably not.
I guess that's it.
Take care.
(Coins jingling.)
Hey, buddy!
How are you?
Also fine. What you doing?
And how is grandpa?
Quite okay? What does that mean?
Tell me.
Go alone for a moment.
(Helicopter sound.)
But is he mean to you?
But you're fine, right?
Okay...
I don't know when.
Me too, I miss you too, buddy.
I miss you too.
(Hangs up phone.)
(Takes coins out.)
(Helicopter sound getting louder.)
(Ferry leaving.)
You know the elephant?
(Elephants trumpet.)
(Imitates advertisement:
"The cow that laughs".)
"La vache qui rit", right?
(Kids in background.) Look
at the sheep! The sheep goes:
(Imitate sheep bleating.)
(Moos like a cow.)
(Boy laughs.)
(Moaning.)
(Kids laughter.)
(Strong waves.)
(Driving noise.)
Did you plan anything?
Going for a swim?
(Imitates voice of his father.)
Huh, you come with grandpa?
Large even strokes.
And no splashing! Grandpa
wants to see something?
Huh?
Yes?
There you go.
And tonight "Classico"?
- Yes? Yes, yes?
- Leave me alone.
(Stormy rain.)
Hey, wait a moment!
Be nice to grandma and grandpa, alright?
- And say hi from me.
- I will.
I'll call you.
- Promise?
- Nope!
Yes, promise! Come here.
- Fake left...
- Pass right!
Love you!
(Stormy rain mixes with
the sound of the ocean.)
(Dark boat engine sounds.)
(Arabic mumbling.)
(Loud car engines.)
(Muezzin singing.)
(He, voice-over) I still remember
exactly: I'm sitting in the kitchen...
And I'm eating my dinner.
We ate pork cheek.
With my mother's homemade bread.
I was sitting there alone.
I don't know exactly, why.
I still remember, my brother is sitting...
Next door on the toilet. The guest toilet.
And I'm hearing the screams.
Do it! Do it! Do it!
And my brother doesn't
manage for quite a while.
I'm choking on that fucking
piece of pork cheek and...
At some point I hear a dull bang.
I immediately run... out of the kitchen...
Through the hallway to the
guest toilet and I see my brother...
Lying in the guest toilet covered in blood.
You just...
You just smashed his head against the wall.
And now you stand there
and flush that poop down.
The poop, which is much
too big to be washed down.
A poop out of fear.
(He, voice over: Exhales relieved.)
Hey.
(Toilet flushing.)
(Snorting cocaine.)
You drink?
I want some.
Are you not exaggerating a bit?
(Mumbles questioningly)
(Female stranger laughs.)
(Severe gagging)
(Moans.)
(City noises.)
(He hums the song of his companion.)
(Police siren far away.)
(Inhales deeply.)
She just got into my car
You know?
(Mumbles.)
(Dogs barking outside.)
With a friend.
Which friend?
But it's just a friend.
On the journey and so...
What I don't know because...
Because it's not the way it is, actually.
Yallah, bye.
(Mumbling)
(Mumbling)
(Shower running.)
Yeah, he fell against the shower!
Yeah! He fell against the shower!
- Oh really?
- Yeah!
(Dull thud.)
(Dull thuds increasing.)
You're at an age to fight back, right?
Then you come to look.
Then you come to look.
Then you... Come to look...
I sleep... if I'm asleep.
Because I don't want you to come.
Thank you.
I promise, I love you.
When you...
Came from work, or from
training, from table tennis.
Then you stumbled up the stairs.
And I heard you every time.
Maybe because you liked that you...
Could beat my ass or... took
the ring and hit even more.
And I always had to cry because it hurt me.
But...
I wasn't allowed to
cry, so I was locked in...
The basement, dragged down two stairs.
There were always two doors.
And behind the second one, there I was...
And there was no light because
you did not want light there.
And then I was in there because I could
not sleep. Because I knew you'd come...
You cannot be a good guy.
You just cannot be a good guy.
Nah... you can't.
(Whining.)
Who are you?
Fucking son of a bitch.
Me? Yes, probably. I probably am.
You're right, it's like that.
You're right, it's like that.
I'm not really... present
the way I should be, maybe.
Because I don't know...
Because I don't know if I can.
Because I don't know if... what? Yes.
You are already there, where I'm not.
You've only just arrived
there, where I am not
You are now there and I am...
Smiling Face... Dad is here!
Smiling Face is around!
Not now, no...
You never come from the top,
you always come from the bottom.
You always come from the bottom, because...
From below it is easier
to catch from above.
You always come from the bottom, because...
From below it is easier
to catch from above.
There you come and you come upstairs.
It is embarrassing, it is
embarrassing, I know.
It's embarrassing to talk to you about it.
It is embarrassing to tell
you what I think. I know...
But I want to tell you that.
(Spits.)
I'm sorry, that...
I'm sorry, yes.
Maybe you couldn't help it.
Maybe I can't help it.
(Breaking glas.)
I...
I love you maybe!
I love you maybe, you understand?!
(Shouts.)
Do you understand?
Now, if we both... If you were here now...
(City Noises)
I'd like to be with you. I would...
Would love to just punch you in the face...
Clean it up...
And then we'd probably
both go to the harbor...
Look at the sea...
And then I would tell you, that I like you.
And then I would hope
that you say something.
Just like that.
But I know for sure that
you will never do that.
But it would be nice.
(Hopeful guitar music.)
(Disturbing city noises from outside.)
You're right, it's like that.
I'm not really...
I'm not present the way I should be, maybe.
(Disturbing city noises from outside.)
(Helicoptersounds getting louder.)
You are already there, where I'm not.
You've only just arrived
there, where I am not
(Loud helicopter sounds and roaring.)
(Distorting guitars.)
(Disturbing music.)
(Murmuring incomprehensibly
and ticking sounds.)
(Cars are passing.)
Should we continue there?
Anyway watch out.
Let's go!
Forward, right?
No we go forward!
Attack forward!
(Uplifting music.)
(He, voice-over) Keep on driving.
A weird thing on the windshield.
Wasp or mayfly. I don't know.
Completely squashed.
Riding along with us.
Maybe just like me.
What are your plans?
I don't know.
Neither do I know you.
Long live Belgium! (Children
bawling in the streets.)
Yeah, cheers.
Here's fine, right?
You like it?
Take it.
What's your name? What's your name?
I want your telephone number!
Two beers please.
(A Saxophonist begins to play.)
(An old man screams loudly
and throws a bag on the floor.)
(Tatooed guy) Go on, play, play!
(Jazzy saxophone music.)
(Cheering.)
Come on, sit down.
(Toasting.)
(Jazzy saxophone music.)
(Tatooed guy) All good?
(Saxophon player) All good or what?
All good or what?
(Music gets louder and crazier.)
(He) Another round for me!
What's that?
- These are tattoos.
- These are tattoos.
Yes.
- These are tattoos.
- These are tattoos.
- Do you have a tattoo?
- Yes, here.
(Music becomes more crazy.)
(Screeming.)
This is a tattoo!
Here is a tattoo, she's a tatoo!
In body and soul!
(Saxophone music is crazy to the max.)
(All are screeming.)
(Saxophone music is echoing.)
(Dreamy electric guitar music.)
(Still Dreamy electric guitar music.)
(Dreamy electric guitar
music becomes more intense.)
(He crows like a rooster.)
(Echoing cock crowing.)
(Helicopter sounds.)
(Hands rummaging through old deposit tins.)
(Sniffing coke.) Fuck!
(Moaning.)
(Uplifting and chilled
electric guitar music.)
(The can cracks on his head.)
(The car leaves the road.)
(Still uplifting and chilled
electric guitar music.)
(Puking and spitting.)
You're okay?
(He, voice-over) No one will find us here.
Just disappear.
In this huge field.
And now?
Nothing matters right now.
And I have no idea what will happen.
Why not?
Give me that thing!
I said give it to me!
You don't know who I am, do you?
Well then, think real hard.
Am I famous? Am I notorious?
Am I dangerous? Don't be a buzzkiller.
Everyone's afraid of me, even
the constable Dimpfelmoser!
(Actors on stage) Seppel,
that's a very stupid idea!
The robber Hotzenplotz
will recognize us anyway.
- No he won't.
- Yes he will!
He won't!
(Make-Up Artist) Look to the left.
(Disturbing sounds and screaming actors.)
Give it to me, I say!
It's sand!
Fine, shabby, ordinary sand!
(He, speaks lines from a play) Am I famous?
Am I notorious?
Don't be a buzzkiller.
Everyone's afraid of me, even
the constable Dimpfelmoser!
That's exactly who I am,
the robber Hotzenplotz.
And now don't play games
here, because I don't like that!
So, give me that coffee grinder!
Now we're talking!
Now sit over there and calmly count to 999.
(Lightning strike and thunder)
Well! Wake up my boy!
(Children) Bye bye Robber
Hotzenplotz, well played.
- Do you smoke?
- Yes, sometimes.
Not good.
Ciao.
(He, speaks a line from
a play) Am I famous?
(A dog is barking and
Crickets are chirping.)
(A rooster wires.)
- Awesome. You need help?
- It's alright.
Wait, I have a flashlight.
Ah, stop fucking around!
Fuck you! Fuck you, man!
I'm terrified of rats.
Fuck you, what's in there?
Do you think they have a shower?
Still haven't seen one.
Haven't seen one!
I asked you if they have a damn shower?!
Mhm, yummy!
(Moaning.)
(Wild moaning.)
(Orgasmic moaning.)
(Breathing heavily.)
(She is spitting.)
(Sighing.)
(Crazy animal sounds.)
(Highway and birds sounds.)
(He) Over here! Fucking awesome!
Can you drive?
Don't feel like driving anymore, your turn.
Nah!
What, nah?
I can't.
Forget it.
Forget it!
I can't.
- I can't.
- Its your turn, damn it!
(He) Fuck you, fuck you!
Where is the fucking key?
(He) Fuck.
Fuck off. No shit, I
drove all the fucking way.
Fuck off, fuck off.
Take your fucking
hands away, I'm serious...
You got a bump.
No way. You knew that,
didn't you? Did you knew it?
Come here, it won't be that easy!
(He) Fuck off, not in
the but crack! I hate you!
Sit down. Please, I can't take it anymore.
(He screams loudly.)
(Hood creaks.)
You're gonna learn now.
Come on.
You've never driven before?
Are you kidding me?
Put the key in, turn it!
- Right foot!
- I can't drive!
Fuck you, right foot in!
Foot on it, man, are you stupid?!
(Many empty cans are squandered.)
Push your right foot
down hard... yes, like that.
No, fuck, the left one!
Ok, my mistake. Sorry.
Push left foot through... No wait, first
push the foot through, That was good!
Come on, push the foot down hard now.
All the way through!
Now turn the key and slowly let it go.
(Engine is not starting.)
Let go. Good!
(Engine revs up.) Yeah, just put
your foot on the gas! Keep going,
It's running! Good!
(Engine revs up again.)
(Both are cheering.)
(Engine revs up again.)
Come on, you're doing it!
Oh the hand...
We forgot the break.
(She screams desperately.)
Ok, one more time.
(Honking.)
(Honks) Step on it!
(Motor revs very high.)
(Cheering.)
(Honking.)
(Cheering.)
(She is laughing.)
Hit the can! We're hitting it!
(Can is being crushed.)
I baptize you in this name:
I don't know!
(Burp echoes.)
Old man I gotta confess.
No... Father, I have to confess.
I've...
I've done a lot of shit in my life.
When I was five, I called
my neighbour a son of a bitch.
Several times I...
I cheated on my former girlfriend.
The mum of my child, you know?
Actually I always screwed
up everything what she...
Or what we had imagined together.
We wanted to get married in Paris.
And I fucked around with
another woman two weeks later.
That was immediately obvious,
everything was always immediately obvious.
I told my son that I
love him, although I...
Although I didn't even feel
anything at the birth, at all.
I cut the umbilical cord and they had to
tell me where, because I could not look.
I like to play football with him, father.
But...
And I love him but I
don't know what love is.
I just don't know.
And maybe...
That's the reason for the trip. Perhaps.
Perhaps.
(Church bells ringing.)
(Floating water.)
(Train approaches.)
(He, voice-over) I love you more
than anyone else in the world.
But I just don't know how
this is supposed to work.
You are the only person...
That I want to love.
God damn it.
I'm so fucking sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
That I'm such an idiot.
I hate myself.
I love you.
(Shouts.)
But I just have to go.
Awesome!
Awesome! Just like Baloo the bear!
(Singing a slow portugese song.)
What the fuck?
Fuck!
(Guitar sound.)
(Loud scream.)
(Drums and wild guitar music.)
(Loud scream.)
(Music stops, elevator doors open.)
Hola!
(Music continues slow.)
(Music increases.)
(Music stops.)
(Music continues. Jazz drums.)
(Shouts loud at her.)
(Atmospheric guitar music is added.)
(Muffled mumbling.)
(Muffled scream.)
Hello?
Hello?
Yes, it's me.
I know, can I speak to him for a second?
I know.
Just let me speak to him for a second, ok?
Just fuck you, fuck you.
Fuck you!
(Slams down the phone.)
(Birds singing.)
(Kicking a football.)
(He) Shit!
(Son) Shit. (He) Quiete shitty, yes.
Hep!
Get up! Up, up!
(Exhausted moaning.)
(Son laughs.)
Last ball, I have to go home.
Penalty, come on! Penalty?
One shot. And if you score,
you get fries. With ketchup.
No I have to go now.
- Seriously.
- I'll be grounded.
Nonsense.
You're wearing slippers?
That one doesn't count.
Fries?
(Son, gasping for air.) Yes.
Okay.
- Can you do it?
- No, I can't.
Slippery, right?
Maybe football's on at the Kebab place!
No, I realy can't.
- Fine, just a few fries.
- Fries are ok.
Alright, so let's go.
- Hm?
- Yes.
Let's go!
Oh, Kitty Cat!
(Cat meowing.) Go get it, go get it.
Yummy!
(Dog whining.)
Back in the days, at our
sports club in the village...
I always helped out with the raffle prices.
Grandpa already told me that too!
There you could always get free fries
on the account of the table tennis club.
And in one day I ordered 12
portions of fries and ate them all.
And some Coke!
(Son) And in the end you felt sick.
- Nah, maybe a bit sick, but...
(Engine starting.)
(Stops engine.)
(Sighs.)
(Dial tone.)
(Father) Hello?
Is this you?
(He, voice-over) Who do you think you are?
What are you saying to me?
(Slow guitar music) Dirty pig,
can't take care of your own kid.
Look at you!
(Engine starting.)
Drunk piece of shit.
I hear this and... I just say: I hate you!
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you deeply!
You stupid, fucking
piece of shit, I hate you!
(Guitar music.)
(Engine starting.)
(He, voice-over) Where am I?
Always further.
What is he doing now?
And what do I do now? Why am I doing this?
Where are you my boy?
Should I return?
And then the next stop.
Madrid.
Charging my batteries.
(Elevator creaks.)
(Whistles.)
What's up?
Spanish.
Okay!
(Whirlpool bubbles.)
(Spanish lounge music starting.)
Okay!
My house is your house!
Friends!
(Loud cheering.)
(Both laughing.)
All good?
(He) Are you stupid? But not in my boots.
These are the last two I have.
Idiot, ey.
Oh, friends. It's been so
long since I had so much fun!
(Moaning.)
(Ecstatic moaning.)
(Amospheric Guitar music)
(Music increases.)
(Car honking.)
(He, voice-over) Then we met
an old friend from Brussels again.
That dude with the colorful shirt.
(Crickets chirp.)
And together we travelled
through the the Sierra Nevada.
What a damn heat.
(Crickets chirp.)
(Stone hits cans.)
(Both cheering.)
(He, voice-over) And you?
You are probably sleeping
in your bed now, my little one.
And I just left.
But I'm fucking scared.
A fucking fear...
To simply turn into that person
I never wanted to become.
I don't want...
I don't want to turn into that, that I
That someday...
I will be exactly like the one
I was always most afraid of.
(Crickets chirp.)
(Driving noise.)
(Hank sings happy.)
(Laughs and sings happy.)
Home sweet home!
(Crickets chirp.)
Behind that door...
That's where my mother died.
37 kilos.
Spoke to god all her life.
But never to me.
And behind this door...
I held her hand when she...
(Imitates dramatic gasping.)
Dad?
Why am I not allowed to cry?
(Grunts.)
Real men don't cry.
Dad?
Why is the door locked?
Yeah, you know: Good girls don't
get touched between their legs.
(Hank) Two days later, daddy was dead.
I packed my bag and got out of here!
Once through the whole pampa's!
And back again!
Inside a glass coffin...
With the Seorita!
(She hums.)
He comes up the stairs.
23...
24...
25...
Mom was already expecting him.
Powdered nose.
Dressed up fancy.
(Singing.)
He's carrying his green bag again.
Maybe there are apple candies
in there, just like last time.
Maybe we'll play cards today. Or watch TV.
(Singing.)
Saturday was always Ching Chang day for us.
Ching Chan, that was...
Minced meat...
With spring onions from
the jar. Fourth selection.
Mushrooms - can was
opened with the machine.
(Imitates electric sound.)
Everything inside, including the brew.
And strips of paprika from
the jar. Third, fourth selection.
And minced meat was not really minced meat.
Minced meat was sausages,
squeezed out of the intestines.
Mom always did that and we
sat in the kitchen and watched.
Because that was something special.
The cookbook was opened and it was Chinese.
Ching Chang.
Father was always in the basement.
In his so-called fridge.
In his work cellar,
nothing worked except...
One large rope stretched across the room.
And 50 or 60 small ropes hung from it.
All neatly hung up, sorted by size.
And at some point mom called:
Food is ready, food is ready!
And then you heard the cellar door
and everyone quickly got to their position.
So we all sat there, the stairs creaked.
(Imitates creaking.)
The food was on the plate. Noodles.
Ching Chang too.
The sauce was ketchup.
And then he came through the door...
Always took my head, every Saturday.
Just took it and shoved it into the food.
This is Ching Chang
with noodles and ketchup.
(She emerges from the water.)
(She gasps for air.)
It was like this every Saturday.
(Ching Chang.)
(Atmospheric guitar music.)
(Uplifting music.)
- Cheers to the Car!
- To the Car!
That old thing is awesome, isn't it?
What a freighter!
Go on already, ok?
I'll be right back.
(Arabic families talking.)
(He, voice-over) I know
you won't wait for me.
Why should you?
You are the companion.
(Tape rewinds.)
(She) Where you going?
(Guitar music fading in.)
Casablanca.
Okay.
Let's go.
(Dreamy guitar music.)
(He, voice-over) Together with
you. Driving around, all over Europe.
What madness!
Every day somewhere else.
Every day...
Something new, a new adventure, new people.
Or no people.
Mostly no people.
Who did we trust ourselves too?
Probably not even ourselves.
Stupid thoughts
Hey, take care, I...
Thank you.
(Car stops.)
Maybe we will meet
again. Maybe in 50 years.
But probably not.
I guess that's it.
Take care.
(Coins jingling.)
Hey, buddy!
How are you?
Also fine. What you doing?
And how is grandpa?
Quite okay? What does that mean?
Tell me.
Go alone for a moment.
(Helicopter sound.)
But is he mean to you?
But you're fine, right?
Okay...
I don't know when.
Me too, I miss you too, buddy.
I miss you too.
(Hangs up phone.)
(Takes coins out.)
(Helicopter sound getting louder.)
(Ferry leaving.)
You know the elephant?
(Elephants trumpet.)
(Imitates advertisement:
"The cow that laughs".)
"La vache qui rit", right?
(Kids in background.) Look
at the sheep! The sheep goes:
(Imitate sheep bleating.)
(Moos like a cow.)
(Boy laughs.)
(Moaning.)
(Kids laughter.)
(Strong waves.)
(Driving noise.)
Did you plan anything?
Going for a swim?
(Imitates voice of his father.)
Huh, you come with grandpa?
Large even strokes.
And no splashing! Grandpa
wants to see something?
Huh?
Yes?
There you go.
And tonight "Classico"?
- Yes? Yes, yes?
- Leave me alone.
(Stormy rain.)
Hey, wait a moment!
Be nice to grandma and grandpa, alright?
- And say hi from me.
- I will.
I'll call you.
- Promise?
- Nope!
Yes, promise! Come here.
- Fake left...
- Pass right!
Love you!
(Stormy rain mixes with
the sound of the ocean.)
(Dark boat engine sounds.)
(Arabic mumbling.)
(Loud car engines.)
(Muezzin singing.)
(He, voice-over) I still remember
exactly: I'm sitting in the kitchen...
And I'm eating my dinner.
We ate pork cheek.
With my mother's homemade bread.
I was sitting there alone.
I don't know exactly, why.
I still remember, my brother is sitting...
Next door on the toilet. The guest toilet.
And I'm hearing the screams.
Do it! Do it! Do it!
And my brother doesn't
manage for quite a while.
I'm choking on that fucking
piece of pork cheek and...
At some point I hear a dull bang.
I immediately run... out of the kitchen...
Through the hallway to the
guest toilet and I see my brother...
Lying in the guest toilet covered in blood.
You just...
You just smashed his head against the wall.
And now you stand there
and flush that poop down.
The poop, which is much
too big to be washed down.
A poop out of fear.
(He, voice over: Exhales relieved.)
Hey.
(Toilet flushing.)
(Snorting cocaine.)
You drink?
I want some.
Are you not exaggerating a bit?
(Mumbles questioningly)
(Female stranger laughs.)
(Severe gagging)
(Moans.)
(City noises.)
(He hums the song of his companion.)
(Police siren far away.)
(Inhales deeply.)
She just got into my car
You know?
(Mumbles.)
(Dogs barking outside.)
With a friend.
Which friend?
But it's just a friend.
On the journey and so...
What I don't know because...
Because it's not the way it is, actually.
Yallah, bye.
(Mumbling)
(Mumbling)
(Shower running.)
Yeah, he fell against the shower!
Yeah! He fell against the shower!
- Oh really?
- Yeah!
(Dull thud.)
(Dull thuds increasing.)
You're at an age to fight back, right?
Then you come to look.
Then you come to look.
Then you... Come to look...
I sleep... if I'm asleep.
Because I don't want you to come.
Thank you.
I promise, I love you.
When you...
Came from work, or from
training, from table tennis.
Then you stumbled up the stairs.
And I heard you every time.
Maybe because you liked that you...
Could beat my ass or... took
the ring and hit even more.
And I always had to cry because it hurt me.
But...
I wasn't allowed to
cry, so I was locked in...
The basement, dragged down two stairs.
There were always two doors.
And behind the second one, there I was...
And there was no light because
you did not want light there.
And then I was in there because I could
not sleep. Because I knew you'd come...
You cannot be a good guy.
You just cannot be a good guy.
Nah... you can't.
(Whining.)
Who are you?
Fucking son of a bitch.
Me? Yes, probably. I probably am.
You're right, it's like that.
You're right, it's like that.
I'm not really... present
the way I should be, maybe.
Because I don't know...
Because I don't know if I can.
Because I don't know if... what? Yes.
You are already there, where I'm not.
You've only just arrived
there, where I am not
You are now there and I am...
Smiling Face... Dad is here!
Smiling Face is around!
Not now, no...
You never come from the top,
you always come from the bottom.
You always come from the bottom, because...
From below it is easier
to catch from above.
You always come from the bottom, because...
From below it is easier
to catch from above.
There you come and you come upstairs.
It is embarrassing, it is
embarrassing, I know.
It's embarrassing to talk to you about it.
It is embarrassing to tell
you what I think. I know...
But I want to tell you that.
(Spits.)
I'm sorry, that...
I'm sorry, yes.
Maybe you couldn't help it.
Maybe I can't help it.
(Breaking glas.)
I...
I love you maybe!
I love you maybe, you understand?!
(Shouts.)
Do you understand?
Now, if we both... If you were here now...
(City Noises)
I'd like to be with you. I would...
Would love to just punch you in the face...
Clean it up...
And then we'd probably
both go to the harbor...
Look at the sea...
And then I would tell you, that I like you.
And then I would hope
that you say something.
Just like that.
But I know for sure that
you will never do that.
But it would be nice.
(Hopeful guitar music.)