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- Oh my God! Are you hurt? - No, thanks. I'm fine.

- I'm really sorry. Today isn't my day. - It's not mine, either.

Walt a second. Walt!

Here, in case you need anything...

RETURN TO GO!

A double Jim Beam with ice and a double espresso...

...without ice.

Shit.

- What? - Shit.

Yeah.

Manne?

Yes?

What'll we get my mother for her birthday?

What?

What shall we get my mother for her birthday?

I don't know.

Great idea. Thanks a lot.

Asshole.

- What? - I said: ''Maybe perfume or cosmetics.''

- She never uses that. - Any better ideas?

I don't know!

Get a move on! I want to have a shower and change.

- Besides, it stinks here. - Just like this relationship.

Excuse me! Was there a man about an hour ago?

- About fifty. Steven Spielberg type? - Over there.

- Where is he now?. - Gone. Or do you see him?

Thanks! All because you took forever!

- Me? You took ages to get ready. - Can't be plain Jane if you're done up.

Know what, my dear? Kiss my ass!

Who do you think you are? You toad!

My friend, why shouldn't I cry? It's only the smoke in my eye.

It always does that, it's nothing new. And besides, you're crying, too.

The smoky summer is fading fast. The leaves turning yellow won't last.

The bush is so dry it is choked. And it's only the smoke.

Why shouldn't I moan and sigh? It's only the smoke in my eye.

And besides, when I look at you My friend, aren't you sighing, too?

The smoky summer is fading from me. Seagulls cry on their way out to sea.

And whatever that breeze may evoke It's only the smoke.

The summer is dying like a swan. What once was, is now forever gone.

IT'S OVER. KISSES SAM.

Lions go home to the den To be faithful again.

Dearest tell me how you roamed, He asks from his home.

But he hardly remembers 'Cause of the embers.

And there was too much smoke. There was too much smoke.

Enough for today. You sound pretty tired.

Shall we go have a beer? Can I have the flowers? Home's dull.

What? Beer or flowers?

- Both. - Okay.

- Here, you forgot this. It's for cleaning. - You are really the pits!

What's this?

Fuck off!

Piss somewhere else, you filthy nigger!

Are we in Africa, or what?

If this keeps up, lions and tigers will be jumping out at us next.

We don't even need to go there on holiday anymore.

It's the end of civiliza...

Great!

- Are you crazy? - That's it? ''Kisses Sam''?

After three whole years, that's all?

- You lunatic! This is trespassing! - Trespassing?

- I want to know what this is about! - Just get the hell out of here!

God, is this stupid!

- What am I going to do about this? - Got a hammer?

In the kitchen.

He's hammered.

- I heard that. - Fine with me.

Ouch!

My fingernails!

Please come back.

For the fourth time?

Translated, that's: I love you.

I don't need this anymore.

- Basti? - No, it's Santa Claus.

Oh, great.

- What was this? Pasta? - I think so.

I thought so.

Shall I tell Uschi we're not coming?

No, she's cooking something.

And?

And what?

You went to the doctor's yesterday.

I'm dying.

Fact.

Don't cry.

Why didn't you come and see me?

I... I just wanted to get plastered, and...

Whisky.

Whisky.

Come on, hurry up. Uschi's waiting.

Hey!

May I remind you that you live on a one-way street?

Positive.

What's positive about it?

Vroom... vroom. Dead!

Would you quit that!

This is Sam's machine. Please speak after the beep.

I'll pick up if I like you.

This is Manne.

Oh well, you're probably asleep. Didn't know who to... Never mind.

It's so horrible here.

- Been here two weeks with hepatitis. - Where?

- I wanted... - Call me...

- ...if you need me. - Okay.

- I am pretty busy these days, though. - Thank you.

- Bye. - Ciao.

Bernd says hi. He's also really busy.

He says he'll come by next week, for sure.

Tell him hello fr... from me.

If he's too busy, no problem. I understand.

- Okay. Ciao. - Ciao.

Life, the old bitch.

I just don't get it. Why did you run to the hospital?

- Maybe I feel sorry for him. - What? He killed you!

- Sorry. - Why? You're right.

- If he had at least apologized. - Wouldn't clear him of guilt. How silly.

Well, he could've said he's sorry. Or something.

Oh, it doesn't make any difference now.

Anyway, I'm sure he is sorry. After all, we were together over three years.

- You weren't the only one in his bed. - I was a bad boy, too.

- Yeah, but you used condoms. - Hello.

- You guys staying? - Hello. Yes.

- Two more? - Yeah, but I want to pay.

- Put it on my bill. - Sure, princess.

I'm going to take the test.

You shouldn't copy everything I do.

- Jerk. - You're the jerk.

Happy Birthday, dear Carmen...

Can I get you a drink?

I know that's a dumb pick-up line, but...

A Jim Beam.

Oh, God.

Fuck, I don't believe it! What the hell...

- Shit, how embarrassing for you! - Ha ha, very funny, assholes! Shit!

Shit!

I'll make some coffee, alright?

I quit smoking.

I've forgotten your name.

I know... Sam.

And?

Will we be seeing each other again?

Rainer.

Pleased to meet you.

It could be that in a few days It'll be over, this new love blaze.

It could be, who can say Like a brand new country, every day.

I have to learn about my own heart Don't even know where to start.

A whole new field. What secrets will it yield?

I might see things a different way Tomorrow even, than I do today.

Who can say, who but I can determine What it's like to be in my skin.

I have to learn about my own heart Don't even know where to start.

A whole new field. What secrets will it yield?

It's been an hour. We have to split it. I know you want to impress him, but...

Old nag. Where do we go back in?

Think anyone wants a CD of old East German songs?

I do. Those were great songs. Too good to be forgotten.

There must be a few people who still care about good lyrics.

Who's putting up the cash?

I am.

Tony's an old friend. Used to work together.

When I have cash, I'm in the studio.

Three tapes are finished. All they need is my phenomenal voice.

Record label?

None.

- Incomparably, phenomenally idealistic. - My day will come.

When the demo's finished, I only have to sleep with the right people.

Ever had airborne coffee?

Please! We've known each other for one day!

Doesn't seem like it.

Doesn't to me, either.

- I have to go. - I thought I'd come over.

Sure, but I have to pick up a friend. And let's eat, I'm starving.

- Hi, darlings. What are you having? - Water.

Basti has an old war injury. Fell into the orchestra pit once.

Almost broke his neck. You laugh, and I'll break yours.

- This is Rainer. - Hello.

Nice to meet you, Ms. Streisand.

Great performance. Love your voice, have all your records.

Who doesn't?

Oh, how I hate this dump.

Oh, sweetie. But you love the dough, don't you?

No money would make this place fun.

- You want to go have dinner? - Nah, I'm off to bed.

- My tires are all worn out. - And doesn't she look it?

- I'm not going to eat that. - I love them.

And soon you'll be all slimy and crawling.

You should be used to it, as a native of the East.

- You're living dangerously, you Wessie. - Come on, try them.

Sexy, how he eats those snails.

Ossie!

Shit, I don't believe it!

Hello.

Hello.

Do sit down.

- This is Rainer, and this is Manne. - Hi.

- Uh, I think I'll go wash my hands. - No, you stay here.

What's your problem?

Here are your books.

Watch it!

What was that?

- My last three years. - Oops.

Never knew he was jealous.

I hope he doesn't have too much of your stuff.

No. I took the books to the hospital.

Anything serious?

HIV?

And you?

''It's over. Kisses, Rainer.''

Come on, talk! This is like pulling teeth.

Then he got up and left.

Are there only assholes left?

An hour later, he was at my door with two suitcases.

What?

- Really? - Yay!

- Well, congratulations! - Hey, my make-up!

Hey, you clown!

Yes?

Oh, Uschi! What a nice surprise.

How did you know I'm in Munich?

Oh, Basti, right. Of course.

No, I'm travelling with your money and my demo tape, trying to network.

Nobody's taken the bait yet. Don't know how to label me.

No, I'm waiting for a call. Taking the afternoon flight tomorrow.

No, I haven't been to the dentist.

It's the vitamin face mask you recommended, my dear.

Yeah, great, feels like cement.

My love life? Love life?

Aw, I know, Basti blabbed.

Yes.

His name's Rainer.

Yes, he's simply wonderful. That I should live to see the day...

Come on, Uschi, that was a joke.

No, I'm fine, really.

I read the papers too. They're always finding some cure.

People keep dying anyway.

The doctor prescribed some really heavy stuff, but...

Isn't a topic for the phone, what do you say?

Yup.

Okay, till then. Ciao, little desert mouse.

Bye.

Enough to make you black out.

Rainer?

Morning.

Weren't you coming back tonight?

When you move out, take the garbage.

lf you have a friend Who's bad to you, I recommend

That you not show him your pain Nor if your soul is laughing again.

Don't bare your soul, your pain. Nor if you are laughing again.

For he'll look into your soul For amusement, just to play.

And the secrets that he stole He will betray.

And the secrets that he stole He will betray.

When you meet a man Take a good look at him, if you can

Only give him your heart lf he can really play the part.

lf your soul's secrets he will keep Not sell them cheap.

lf your soul's secrets he will keep Not sell them cheap.

You know how I cry.

I can't deny I miss you so.

You're here and there And everywhere I go.

ln my despalr I'll never understand.

- Can you see the pie in my face? - Hmmm.

Just a little.

Oh God. I was only gone for two days.

I don't get why even he moved in with you at all.

I do. He's a professlonal nurse.

- Not a model? - Just on the side.

Oh, for his soclal consclence.

Care for me till death do us part.

So he can pat himself on the back. ''Hall ye this man!''

''My friend is positive, I love him.''

- What's that? - Oh, it was some Aids poster.

Oh, God.

- Gee, not nasty in the least, is it? - Oh no, not at all.

Why don't we move in together?

- We want to be friends. - Serlously.

Serlously, really want to wipe my ass? And all the other crap that's in store?

- Sure, there are more pleasant things. - Yo.

- I miss you already. - Oh, come off it.

I'm the one who was just widowed.

- Gays always live so far up! - Why, are you gay?

- No, are you? - God forbid!

- Can I help? - No thanks, we can manage.

- The rent worrles me sick. - And your mom?

- Rather be homeless. - I have parents too.

- We could be call boys. - We'd starve.

- Maybe YOU would starve. - Shut up!

Know what the auditlon was? A ketchup ad.

I was a tomato!

A tomato!

I was in a red ball with holes.

Sad, soft tomato turns happy and firm 'cause I get to be in the dumb ketchup!

- To music right out of Star Wars! - Klller tomato from space.

You laugh, but I could hardly get my legs 4 inches apart.

- With you, that's saying a lot. - A little sympathy, please!

I sympathize completely!

- Thank you. - You're welcome. If I can be of help...

Too late. I got the job.

- No! - Yes!

- How much? - Four thousand.

- Euros? - No, silly. Marks.

Well, still. You brave man.

- You deserve a reward: fan mall . - Oh, him agaln?

Him agaln.

We can use the money for your CD. Just belng selfish.

You get your CD, I don't have to hear about it.

- Life is good! - No selling the car.

I sold it yesterday.

- The money was all gone? - All gone.

- What do you want to do? - Go to Africa, make sick Negroes happy.

Take mosqulto spray with you.

Wow! Can a Mike be that good-looking?

- I wouldn't throw him out of my bed. - As if you had ever thrown anyone...

- What does he say? - Hey!

l'd been having another bad day, till l went to the pub and saw Bastl.

This is Mike.

Pleased to meet you.

Very pleased. Some coffee?

I'd rather have a tea.

Mike's English.

Not another forelgner. Not enough decent Germans around?

Hope the landlord didn't see you.

Whatever, I'm going to bed.

Don't do it too loud.

That means...

he likes you.

Aha.

Our beer for guests.

The only one. We don't drink anymore.

Not at home, anyway.

Good.

Why?

We were a bit at risk.

We overdid it a little recently.

So we're trying life without booze. At home.

Cheers.

The road to hell is paved with good intentlons.

- And the other directlon? - I don't know.

Maybe promises that were kept.

Just leaving everything behind because there are no regrets.

Having done everything you had planned, whatever the result.

Like the end of a long trip.

Everything is very famlilar.

Absolutely no need to be afrald anymore.

Like finally arriving.

There's a lot of light, and everything is very friendly.

Maybe you even have to laugh.

Laugh?

When you're dying?

- I don't know. - But why not?

I mean, maybe nobody can see it on the outside.

But...

But when I die...

And there's laughter between life and death...

I think I'd start laughing.

Something liberating about laughter.

It's like a kind of release.

I mean...

Maybe I'll see... No, perhaps more like feel, or sense...

It's like when you...uh...

Oh, I don't know.

How did we get onto this subject? It's stupid.

Just stop thinking.

Oh, no!

You get off on seelng a nigger on his knees?

Come on, get a mop, asshole.

And who'll wind us up agaln?

Pascal von Wroblewsky called. Wants to do a duet with you.

- She wants to what? - She'll be at the studlo tonight.

- My studlo? Tonight? - Am I speaking Swahlli, or what?

How does she know...? And what song, anyway?

- Does she want money? - Then that's it.

Or you auditlon for another frult.

- Will you pick me up for a beer after? - No, Mike and I want to stay at home.

Yell at me if I'm wrong, but does he live here now?. I saw his bags.

It's okay, I like him.

I don't know if it's too fast, but his landlord threw him out...

He won't sleep with him now he knows you.

May I call you Cassandra?

Hey, who do we have here?

Hello, my little sugar sweetle ple!

- What do I see in this clown? - Must be something.

I'm going to the studlo. Can you guys put the food away?

Who invented all this kissing?

At times I'm tempted to kiss people I barely know.

Pascal! Here I come!

Surprise!

It's beautiful.

There was a night.

And there was a dream.

ln that night.

And there was a song.

And many a word.

ln that night.

ln that night.

But the dream dled ln the morning light.

The dream was gone With the first light of dawn.

And yet we were two.

And yet we were one.

ln that night.

And yet we were still And yet aflame with the thrill

ln that night.

ln that night.

Like a preclous gem so bright ln my memory this night I'll set

So that l might Never ever forget.

ln that night.

ln that night.

ln that night.

- Can I give you a ride? - No, I'll get some fresh alr.

- Okay. Bye. - Bye. Thank you.

- Hey, your gultar! - You see. Bye.

Bye.

Bye!

Hey! Have you lost it?

This situatlon seems famlilar. Don't start putting bills in my pocket!

- What? - Oh, never mind.

What's the matter? Did he dump you?

Can we go for a ride?

Finally! The deluge.

You have a nerve. Really shitty of you.

Dumping on me because your beefcake is fucking around.

I'm not at that stage yet.

Welcome the day.

Anchor for the night.

Off to new shores and sights.

Hello.

Hello.

And? Still got all your parts?

Yeah, I think so.

What about your nose?

I always did want to look like Michael Jackson.

Except for his skin color. So, since I'm here anyway...

Serlously.

- Don't laugh. - I swear.

I was about to light a cigarette with the cigar lighter...

- Sorry. - Ouch!

- Ouch. - I'm sorry.

What about Rainer?

He wasn't wearing his seat belt.

I didn't realize...

- Is he... dead? - No.

Damn it, why were you on the wrong side of the road?

Stop yelling. It was pouring. We could barely see.

Rainer will probably never see agaln.

The chances are one in a thousand.

- Hello. Anybody home? - Yes.

- What you up to? - Watching TV.

You're blind, remember?

I forgot. Knew something was welrd.

Where were you?

- I wrote you a note. - Idiot!

I must have forgotten.

- What you watching? - A silent movle.

Hey, enough!

- I'm hungry. - What for?

- Whatever you're having. - Nah. I'm having porridge.

Damn dlarrhea. Our love life's a total cock-up.

Don't we wish it were.

- I'll fry you some meat pattles. - Nah, keep it raw and make tartare.

Yeah? One salmonella too many, we'll both be having porridge.

''The circle will be unbroken...''

What's the matter?

Here. Bottoms up.

Manne dled.

I ran into Hans-J�rgen. He told me.

And how so suddenly?

He said it was a stroke.

That wasn't on my list of optlons yet.

Hey! Anybody there? I really am hungry.

Hungry!

Hungry!

Hungry!

Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!

Hungry!

What's wrong with you two? Did someone dle or what?

- Yes. - Manne.

No matter. I sold a picture today!

- 2000 marks. Yes sir! - Wow!

And... Where do you think I went shopping?

- KaDeWe. - KaDeWe.

Absolutely correct, soldler.

Rainer! Rainer!!

Yes, congratulatlons. Coming in a minute.

Okay, okay.

Can you pass the salt please?

What is this?

Bathroom light just went. Why don't I just kill myself?

'Cause you can't see to do it, I love you, and we all need a vacatlon.

- You could bring some in, for a change. - Thanks a lot.

You could contribute financlally, too. Instead of storles nobody will read.

- Excuse me, I sold my car. - All for a CD no label wants.

- You never believed in it. - May I remind you...

- 4000 marks of mine went into it, too. - Hey!

- Calm down guys. - It's true, though!

- Peace? Peace. - Oooh! Yuck!

Want to read my story sometime?

Stupid questlon.

Fine, boys. And girlie. What do you say I contribute...

1500 marks.

- If I get to say where. - Very democratic.

Do you have a cholce? You do not.

- I say to Denmark. - Ooh, ''Miss Antje''!

- She's from Holland. - Sorry.

- Why Denmark? - I don't know.

Why not? Just imagine, darling...

Golden beaches...

Crashing waves... Crying seagulls...

A cottage on the beach.

- Ten days or so. Sounds okay, right? - Fine by me.

- By me too. - Why not?

- That's how I love my Ossles. - Hey, I'm not from the East!

A lot of good that did you. Tonight we're gonna hit the dancefloor.

Okay, girls. I'm off to the travel agency.

You should try permanent make-up.

See you later.

- Feel free. - Twit!

Oh Sam, I think I've fallen for that guy.

He's sooo cute.

- He smells so good. - You were in a tollet.

Even there.

Mike just went to book a trip.

''Life sucks, Love Elly.''

- He bores you, or what? - No.

- Yes. Mike is great... - Yes, I would say so.

But not that great. At least not as great as the Arab guy.

I don't know how it happened, elther.

I took one look at him and it went ''zing''.

Idlot.

- What am I supposed to do now?. - Don't ask me.

- Are you going to see him? - Later.

When Mike 's getting the video camera at Uschi's.

- But not here, I hope? - No, of course not.

So you've basically decided already.

O lord, send us bralns from heaven.

Always the same old story. All people are dumb, but you especlally.

Half of you's a harmony queen who wants a nest with a lover for life.

Okay, four in this nest, but we had a good time, right? We did.

On the other hand, when you're too happy you get ants in your pants.

You get bored and everything has to change.

And it has to be just as good, so the game can start all over agaln.

You're a masochist.

A masochistic harmony queen, if that exists.

You like to suffer a little, so that afterward you can feel so much better.

You've been planning to dump Mike for a while.

Palnlessly, at the right time, with as little upset as possible.

''Harmonlously'', so to speak.

Good luck. I still think it's a pity.

- Are you finished? - And don't say: ''We can be friends.''

Yes, it is a pity.

And I know it's me who's the asshole.

Poor little me.

I'm going backto bed. Have fun.

Tell Mike not to break all the dishes.

And, did you book the trip?

Yes, sir.

And to where? Suppose it doesn't really matter to me.

What time is it?

Too late.

Ah, I see.

I'm so sorry.

Me, too.

Shit.

I didn't see it coming.

It all happened so fast. Wasn't a thing I could do.

I believe you.

You can pay me back the money for the trip some other time.

You sweet girl.

Do you have anywhere to stay?

My ex-landlord's bed.

Oh, great.

If you need anything...

It's okay.

Stay healthy.

I'll try.

Oh, shit!

Take good care of him. He's a closet drinker.

Really? Since when?

For qulte a while now.

There's a bottle under his bed and one in his wardrobe.

That's all I've found up to now.

See you around.

See you.

Thank you.

It's all our fault.

Probably.

I really have lost touch.

So.

That crown will last you a good twenty years.

Oh God, I'm sorry!

That's okay.

The maln thing is hope.

Oops. You could use a vacatlon, too.

- I'm already just getting by. - Makes two of us.

- You taking medicatlon? - Yes.

- And the side effects? Are they bad? - It has no effect at all.

I really am very sorry.

So am I.

- Ms. Root is here. Can I send her in? - Yes, send her in.

- Walt! You can carry more than that. - Hey!

Yes?

- Basti, it's your Arab friend. - Coming.

Put this someplace. What's up, Habibi darling?

- Tell him we're coming in 20 minutes. - Yes.

Walt.

I'm handicapped, remember?

In our soclety even handicapped people have to pull their welght.

- But I'm on vacatlon. - Aren't you always?

There. Off you go.

Khaleb can't come. A sister in Lebanon's getting marrled.

So you'll be in a bad mood for ten days.

Nah, just for today.

So I'll live. Shame about the free bed.

But we'll find something for you up there.

- You're such an idlot! - Yeah, so?

- Get in this car agaln? - Shall I drive?

In the next life, maybe.

Hmmm! Very nice.

Never mind. Ah, I've got it.

Denmark is one of the most liberal and gay-friendly countrles in Europe.

The age of consent is fifteen.

Anti-discriminatlon laws since 1987.

Inheritance law treats gay couples equally.

Since 1989, gay couples have had the right to marry.

Since 1994, they can marry also in Greenland.

Gay visitors will find the Danes very friendly and tolerant.

Oh yes, Rainer darling, please marry me, please!

- Mother'd dle if I marrled a black girI. - You were the girl last night.

- Once doesn't count. - You enjoyed it.

- It was qulte audible. - You can be godmother to our kids.

- And buy them nice gifts. - I'd rather give to an animal shelter.

Come on, let's go.

I want to get marrled!

Today, my earthly possesslons l wouldn't miss.

They're just digresslons For me, travelling light is bliss.

The sun is shining in the sky And the years till we dle

Are ticking away So let's enjoy what we have today.

Here a golden beach As far as the eye can reach.

There the water so blue And an unclouded vlew.

Long enough l pald my dues Today l'm kicking off my shoes.

l'm going to go for all l can get Without worry or regret.

Today l feel so happy No particular reason.

l feel so happy Golng to enjoy this season

l can't concelve Of anything greater l could achleve

Than this feeling of content.

The world was made just for my eye A joyous song l send to the sky.

Frlendship and love And the sun in the sky above

Today l feel so happy No particular reason.

Today l feel so happy No particular reason.

l feel so happy Golng to enjoy the season.

Oh, how beautiful!

Ouch! Hey, stop it! Hey, you're disabled, remember?

No, please don't leave me here, O Mistress!

I really don't feel like going home tomorrow.

Nelther do I.

How did ten days go by so fast?

- Life goes by like the wink of an eye. - Yeah.

- Can you get it in check alone? - What?

In the bedroom, living room...

And one in the kitchen.

- Mike? - Yes.

- I miss him. - I know. I do too.

- I know. - I love you.

- I know. - I know.

Love you too.

- I know. - I know.

I really like what you wrote.

- Really? - Really.

You old kitsch queen.

Thank you for making me look pretty good.

Think anyone might want to read it?

What planet do you live on?

A story about gay guys, Alds, a black man...

Nobody could care less. This is Germany, my dear.

- Denmark. - Yes, my dear Hamlet.

And here, too, there's something rotten.

It's been your birthday for three minutes. Cheers.

It's been nice knowing you.

Pleasure's all mine.

You get to make a wish.

- I want to be what I am. - You should.

The story doesn't have a real ending, but I can't think of anything.

I bet.

Just leave it open.

The ending?

You're bound to make it terribly kitschy.

The two lovers walk into the sunset.

Or sit on the beach, basking in the moonlight.

A sky full of stars and a happy ending. Leave it out.

Maybe you're right.

I think I'll just go into the water.

Bye.

Bye.

Marry me.

Basti! Have you been here all night?

- Jeez, and I thought you had... - No, slily!

Come on, Let's go.

Back to square one. We'll get breakfast on the road, okay?

Standing on the shore With a pensive gaze.

Staring at the sky And the sea.

Your soul opens up More and more.

As it never has before.

We'll call you Manne.

After the waves come Crashing to shore

And break in the roar.

They lap gently as a lamb

And vanish in the sand.

A thousand times a day Always another wave on the way.

They never seem to stay.

Copyright (c) 2000 TITELBILD, Berlin Subtitler: Alexandra F. Barrett et al.