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Milo?

What a coincidence.

You're here for a refresher course too?

Did you drive too fast on a intersection?

They've catched me with 1,3 alcohol level.

I usually only get started at that.

C'mon, fuck off!

Hey... still mad?

With a loss of 1.5 million? Understandable, isn't it?

Oh yes. Yes.

But I was in prison for that. And totally innocent at that.

Come on, let's start fresh.

Stirring up the fashion business a little?

It worked great the last time.

You deliever it, I sell it.

Listen up, you little fucker.

If I do anything illegal in the next ten years, then I'm going to jail.

Because of you.

Hey! I'm so sorry!

Look, David.

Grandma!

Do you want to hold him?

Yes.

Go to grandma.

And now run.

Run, Anna!

Run as fast as you can.

Run.

Run.

Faster.

Run!

I'm not stupid.

I won't make it that easy for you.

Fine.

I've got what I want.

And now say bye-bye to grandma.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Somebody ratted me out to the police.

It wasn't me.

I swear!

They've released me for good conduct.

Yes. You know, if I ever find out...

that this was just some silly fight between sisters and I had to pay for it...

Milo, Milo...

Then I'm going to destroy you.

Mr. Albertin? - Yes.

I've tried everything, really.

But because you've failed the test for the fourth time now and you show a strong tendency to violence...

Anyways, the tester persist on a traffic psychology test.

Listen, I was a little unrelaxed during the driving test but...

Well, unrelaxed... I don't know.

The man has a ruptured eardrum.

See you later.

Yeah, sure.

"Invitation to birthday party"

Maria is like a ghost.

Like a poltergeist.

Like the mother, exactly. Like the mother of Norman Baites in Psycho.

She is dead.

Her corpse is sitting dead in a rocking chair. And also, Maria isn't my mother.

It sometimes seems like it.

Rudi, please leave my mother out of this.

If she would be sitting dead in a rocking chair, then I'd dance around it out of joy.

Would you like to talk about it, Mr. Schneider?

No, I would not, Mrs. Bragana.

Do you like it?

No photoshop.

I made every single invitation by hand.

Very nice. - You only become 40 once, right?

You're coming, right?

Well, Mr. Schneider, Dr. Bragana has told me... - Dr. Bragana?

I see. Are you calling all people by their surname which whom you've exchanged bodily fluids?

No, only the ones I regret.

Well, like he has told me... - Rudi!

My name's still Rudi!

I could also call you Sweetie like back in the days.

She called you Sweetie?

Maybe you're not quite open for a new relationship, because you haven't had closure for your former relationship.

That's natural.

She's the same way. She's still not over me.

You're overestimating yourself.

Just like you've always overestiamted your libido.

And your expertise.

And your bank account. Your talents.

And especially your looks. - Thank you. Up yours too.

How am I supposed to get closure?

Maria has been missing for three months.

I'm certain that my mother is behind all of this. And her girlfriends.

My mother put shards into the drawer so I would cut myself and suspicion falls upon me.

It's a very lousy plot of these women!

He's actually claiming that his mother killed his wife.

Yes! And I'm going to prove it!

Barbara, couldn't you prescribe him something?

Some mood enhancer.

I'll make sure that he's taking it regularly.

Oh, I see.

Well, I always suspected something.

Or do you think I hadn't notice that you always used my bodylotion?

What?

Errr... please!

Just because a man is grooming and takes care of himself doesn't mean he's gay.

What? - Don't interrupt me.

No, but when he calls me Horsti or Klausi or stallion during sex, then it does.

I had my eyes closed.

Oh, please! - Yes?

Could we come back to my problems now?