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I can do it.

I can do it.

Every time I see her, I get goose bumps.

How can one do a job like that?

Corpses... yuck.

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. Here is a summary of the latest news.

The Union of Public Transport calls for a 5% increase in wages...

10 days annual leave and the reduction of working time.

While it's willing to negotiate on reduction of weekly working hours...

...we have this man who will carry these cables...

which go around him all the time, though...

and he is full of energy...

No! The cameraman laughed...

# Hey! Sugar, Sugarbaby # Oh-oh, Sugar, Sugarbaby

# Give your love to me

# Sugar, Sugarbaby # Oh-oh, Sugar, Sugarbaby

# Then I'll stay with you

# Then I'll stay with you

# Sugarbaby!

These were the hits of yesterday for people today. Next Sunday...

Next stop, Marienplatz. Train change for line S.

Don't occupy the boarding area. There's enough space in front.

Stand back, please.

Next stop, Odeonsplatz.

Stand back, please.

Next stop, The University.

Stand back, please.

Next stop, Giselastrasse.

Stand back, please.

Next stop, Freedom of Munich.

Change for Olympic Complex.

Next stop, Dietlindenstrasse.

Next stop, Nordfriedhof.

Next stop, Alte Heide.

Next stop, Student City.

Stand back, please.

Next stop, Sendlingertorplatz. Change for Line U-1 and U-8.

Next stop, Marienplatz. Change for Line S.

Stand back, please.

Stand back, please.

Mortuary "Good rest".

I will personally take care of it...

Is it today at 3 pm agreeable? You're welcome.

Don't mention it. Goodbye, madam.

You are killing me! Yesterday two hours late, half an hour today...

and yesterday, you didn't even appear.

10 times late lately. Sometimes more, sometimes less...

In this heat we cannot wait for the dead, right?

- I want my holidays. - What?

My holidays.

I have the right after a year and half of work.

- Ah! You are something! - I expect eight weeks.

We make five, don't we?

And I'll find someone to replace you. Right?

After that, hopefully you will be the same.

Yes. Hopefully.

Timetable, please. The subway timetable.

In here there's everything. It's more practical. DM3.50.

Thanks.

- Well, we agreed. - OK.

- You told others? - Yes, waiting for you.

Even this.

It's not fair. It's not fair!

You! The driver cursed at me.

On Line U-3. Young blonde.

This is not enough, madam. I need the number of the route.

- Which number? - It's written in the front and back of the car.

A driver just insultet me. It was on line U-3, train 11.

A tall young blonde. I want to know his name.

The regulations do not allow giving out the names of drivers.

- I'll tell that to my superiors. - No, it does not matter.

Forget it.

What are you looking for, madam? This is reserved for personnel only.

It's for my nephew.

He wants to work on subway...

I'd like working hours timetable and the rest.

You may inquire with the Bureau of Personnel.

But more or less, could you...?

More or less?

This is our table of service.

- It is not easy to decipher. - Never mind, im in a hurry now.

Thank you. I have to go to work.

- Hi, Heinz. - Hi.

- What is it? - No, nothing.

What is she doing there?

Ah, it's the driver.

Damn that granny!

- Look, she's still here. - This time I'm going to see.

Good evening. Can I see your badge, please?

Now even the drivers are kept under control?

Sugarbaby.

Yesterday, I was travelling on U-3, route 10.

It was at 9 am.

Tomorrow...

Line U-3, course 10.

At 13:41.

Should be there.

Stand back, please

What can it say, our table of service?

It's for my nephew. Wants to know how to work here.

He'll never know!

- Why not? - Because he needs a key.

- What key? - Change of shifts.

- You need shifts timetable. - Where do you get it from?

- You can't! - It's not a State secret.

- Bye, Brunnthaler. - Bye, Grantler.

Well, I'm going to show you.

So, number 7...

Wait, here's the light a little better.

Brunnthaler...

That's me...

Let's see, today is June the 26th.

Continue down to my name.

That's 10. And the circle means I had that day off.

Here I worked for 5 days.

- And the five figures are in... - Service table.

Correct. You're good.

Now, today is the 10th.

So, today beginning at 4:33 pm...

Line U-6, route 9.

11 is tomorrow plus two hours earlier...

U-1, course 4...

and the day after tomorrow U-8, course 11. Again two hours earlier.

And so on, until the fifth day.

Every day different path. That's why I didn't find it.

- What? - Nothing.

So, two days rest and four days service. And again...

- Two days rest. - Right. Then, 5 days of service...

Two days rest, four days service, two days rest, five days service...

No, madam, after every three weeks service, there's a change.

Wait, I'll get an ice cream.

Well, this is limp. Turn it over.

In the week of change there are no fixed hours.

No need to look at the table.

We must replace those who are off sick or on holiday.

Why is it always 5, 4, 5, 4?

So the free days always fall on different days.

Becasue even the meter runs on Saturday and Sunday...

and Christmas...

and Easter...

Isn't that right, madam?

Well, study hard. Goodbye.

- I took the sheet of rounds? - Yeah. Thanks.

Thursday afternoon at 4 pm...

on U-5, course 8.

That was on 23th. Right.

U-5, course 8, on 23rd...

at 4 pm, yes... Then there is the number 89.

Well, now I need the date.

Today is the 23rd...

The 23rd, now down to 89.

Then left...

28th.

Now, isn't that Huber.

Huber 133.

Huber 133.

What does it mean?

Mr. Brunnthaler.

It's the list of shift changes.

Ah, the lady from yesterday. How did she know I was here?

- I studied well. - Have you had a good teacher, then?

But, for instance, what does this 133 mean?

- What? - For instance, this "Huber 133"?

- That's because there are many Hubers. - Then this is quite old.

Old? Well, no.

The high figures are for young people. It's obvious.

Look. By accident, these have birthdays this month.

"Born on 1. July, 1960."

- They're twins. - But this is privileged information.

Who cares! Hey, did you know the young Huber is our favourite?

- That's why you call him Bejamin? - Nah, becasue he is the youngest.

You know what time i finish?

Have some time? I'm a widower.

Sugarbaby.

- Where do you want to put this matrass? - I'll take it with me.

- But it's too much... - I can do it.

That fragrance is for men.

Well, who else, then?

...this is perhaps...

How can I help you?

- What are you looking for? - Hot lingerie.

We don't have anything your size, but we can order it.

Something like this, for example.

No.

The address of a subway driver.

Hello.

I need the address of Mr. Huber, 133.

Driver. Subway driver.

But in case of death...

After him.

Looking for someone?

- Where are you going now? - You should know that long ago.

My car keys?

Well, see you later. Take care.

And don't make much noise when you wake up in the morning.

Sugarbaby.

...and this is modern, ideal for hiking.

- Don't you have anything stronger? - Yes, there's one almost as long.

Stronger!

So, Sugarbaby.

Stand back, please.

Pressed the wrong button...

Want it?

It's better this way. Not good for my figure.

Thanks.

Mr. Huber.

How do you know my name?

I've found out.

Why?

Now we can have a cup od coffee together.

- No, I'm waiting for lunch. - But, your wife is not there.

- Now, how do you know about that? - Well, I've found out.

A funeral. Staying away fro two days.

Two weeks.

Well, then make sue I do not strave from hunger.

I work for a funeral home.

Well, what do you do there?

Taking care of administration, insurance and other things.

I pick up the dead...

change their clothes, apply make up sometimes...

and sometimes... bathe them.

Someone has to do the job, like driving the subway.

Here's my address.

Tomorrow at 7 pm I'll cook something good for us.

An urgent letter. Are you Mrs....?

I had to jump in for a colleague...

for one hour.

He is having a baby.

I mean... his wife is.

Something is burning.

Come, give me a hand.

This... was suposed to be a pancake.

Open the window.

No, that's the mirror. The window is on the right.

Goodness me, what a disaster.

So much smoke.

Goodness me.

Sugarbaby.

Want another scone, Sugarbaby?

Why do you always call me Sugarbaby?

I forgot all about the music.

That was when I was 15.

Now I'm 23.

And you? How old are you?

Why do you ask? You know all about me.

Yeah.

On June 1, you turned 25. Right?

Right. Sugarbaby.

- What you look like today, madam. - How's that?

- Good. Very good. - I also feel good.

Yes, please? What do you want?

- Oh, I'm sorry, wrong door. - Sugarbaby.

Come. sit back.

Bouillon with two yolks.

Good. You left the tap opened.

You know how to make a good broth?

Very simple, wit a lot of meat and little water.

Don't tell me. There's an open tab.

I always make it like my mom.

Then there's the chop. Want it now?

- Already? - Or rather something else?

- What do you prefer? - Come with me.

You like it? This helps the circulation.

But you're getting all wet.

It would be easier if...

What?

- You don't like it? - Certainly.

I like it.

Make a little more foam.

Want more sugar?

That toast was awsome.

Even the steak wasn't so bad, right?

Today, at work...

time just flew by me.

You must have thought of something?

Yeah.

Something beautiful?

Yeah, Sugarbaby.

You're proper mad, Sugarbaby!

I love "The Cookbook for Lovers".

Later on, I'm going to get clean clothes. Come with me?

- I don't know. - But I have to change...

Take a look behind the TV.

I've hever had things like these since...

Since when?

According to my wife, I'm a civil servant.

- Even when I'm not working. - Birdie.

But a subway worker is not...

a civil servant paid by hour.

Want to lick the spoon?

You have two days off from tomorrow, Sugarbaby.

And two halfs.

- Want to quit? - No.

Want to stay then?

Sugarbaby.

Hej.

Sugarbaby.

It's 3:30 am...

and it's time to get up.

I'll make some coffee.

- Sharp is the tooth of the rat... - What?

Sharp is the tooth of the musky rat...

but much sharper is the morning air.

What?

What's going on?

Mr. Huber.

Can you take me with you?

Why not? You can sit here.

Want some broth before the bath, Sugarbaby?

Oh, well done.

Where did you learn that?

Touch it, look how hard it is.

Watch it, it's hot!

- I do bodybuilding. - Where do you do that?

At home. It's a way out of boredom.

I don't need much space, I make no noise...

and I never bother anybody.

Not even your wife?

What matters most, I have some respect for her.

She's preparing at home after work for the post of secretary.

- Do you have friends? - No, not possible.

I'm always out and my shift is never at fixed times...

so she always goes alone to the theater or bowling.

We live parallel lives.

Up to now, I'd never realized...

How about we take a bath?

How long have you been married?

Let me think.

We have paid the 21st installment for the living room furniture...

and 17th for the telly. No, the 16th.

Then, 21 for the dishwasher and washing machine...

for the stereo the ninth...

The video recorder is new.

28 installments for the sleeping room.

- That's the oldest. - 28 months.

Two years and four months.

And twice the trip to Costa Brava. Double salary...

Well done.

Well done.

You're simply the best, Sugarbaby.

You said today that the time just flew by.

- Do you get bored much? - When I travel?

Not at all. And I'm not afraid at all.

Unlike my colleagues.

Afraid of what?

Of stroke. When one runs it's a suicide.

It happened to one of my colleagues...

and I'm sure it will happen again.

Everyone is afraid of that. And many have requested a transfer.

But you are not afraid.

No, but nothing like that had ever happened to me.

It's all so easy.

And it's not unpleasant, could go on like this forever.

And what do you usually think about?

Think?

Nothing.

Nothing, really.

I drive through cornfields.

Enomous ones, like those in America.

Cornfields.

Then through the wilderness...

then over the ice over the glacier...

And then...

over the bridge...

- Over the Atlantic. - Madness.

Madness.

Over the bridge in the jungle and then...

And then? Further on through the jungle...

- because it's full of those... - Lianas, like Tarzan.

Nah, those flesh-eating plants...

Monkeys, giraffes...

No, the things, that...

Orchids.

In all the colours.

In all the colours, Sugarbaby.

In all the colours.

Are you bonkers?

Would you do it again?

Black? The hair.

No, completely black. All over.

- Can't be. - Sure it can.

Maybe, but now you're not black.

But how can you come to this world completely black?

You have to feed me, or else I'll get thin and weak.

Well, you have lost weight...

And then I became stronger than the boys.

I was always on the tree. That's before we moved to the city.

We had a rope stretched between the trees

and I was the princess of the circus.

I did a number with cats. Trained cats.

Trained cats?

I like animals.

And why don't you have a dog?

I had one when my mom was alive, but after that...

But I always had a passion for football.

Can't imagine how crazy I had been about the penalty kicks.

"Go home, you rascal!" Eugene's mother used to tell me.

"Eugene must study!" I would always look for othes.

We always went there, close to the German Museum.

- The meadows along the river Iser? - Yes, we always went there.

My father had a frame shop then.

- For pictures? - Yes, picture frames.

But things were not going very well...

but I had only goal on my mind.

- And we won World Championship. - You have?

No, not me, Sugarbaby. In 1974.

On July 7. Sunday. World Cup in Munich.

Ronny and I rushed to get the tickets but they were gone.

- But why? - Sugarbaby, the World Cup!

Luckily, the touts had ruined their damn business.

- Why? - Because many people prefered watching it on telly.

So, we had the best seats in the gallery, and at a low price.

Sugarbaby...

That Müller... That Müller!

First... it began with Hoeness, in the first minute...

Cruyff was brought down. Neeskens gets the penalty.

But Hölzenbein lunged again...

slyly slips into penalty box, but was brought down.

Penalty. Breitner. Goal.

Now Sugarbaby, that Meier...

shortly before halftime, the Dutch were suffering...

Maier kicks the ball...

Bonhof bursts to the right and passes back to Müller.

And now, listen well, Sugarbaby. That Müller...

Müller stumbles.

But doesn't really stumble, but holds the ball firmly...

squared it to the edge of the penalty box...

and then cleverly dribbled past two Dutch players...

stands there, legs firmly apart, shoots...

and the ball...

flew firmly straight into the net.

It was brilliant, Sugarbaby. You had to see it.

What a goal by Müller!

Next stop, Müller's Gate.

I mean, Sendlinger's Gate. Sendlingertorplatz.

Stand back, please. Stand back, please.

Didn't you love your father?

Ne.

And did he loved you?

Yes.

You know, Sugarbaby? When you have mother like that...

You don't have to tell me anything. I can imagine.

My mother... she was very special.

A lady... who had big dreams.

And my father, who was an official, never listened......

when she wanted to tell him something.

He only mocked her, even with contempt.

He had never been able to understand her.

He was stickler and always let her down.

He was an officer during the war.

He could not fathom that she loved horce racing.

Why? What's with the horses?

She liked going to the racetrack.

You know what, Sugarbaby? She wore such a beautiful hat.

And those hands, so neat...

believed to decide his fate and his life...

and to escape from that official and his character...

wanted to discover the world, learn languages.

When I was a little girl, she took me to art auctions...

where we dreamed of taking home something.

I was 15 when my father filed for divorce.

I had to live with him.

But I kept running away from there.

And in the end he left me alone.

In any case, I did not care.

We had a great time living together, my mom and I.

Then suddenly, she fell ill.

What happened?

Something unusual.

Something complicated.

It consumed her little by little...

not physically but mentally.

I carried her around like a child.

Fed her, washed her...

Everything.

We loved each other very much.

We never fought.

And as she was getting worse and worse...

she kept telling me...

"My child, go dancing. You're still so young..."

I loved dancing.

And what have you lived on?

Income Support...

and the minimum allowance that my father geve me.

And then...

my mother fell asleep in my arms like a bird.

She was only 51 years old.

And you?

What?

- How old were you? - 21.

And your father?

Deigned only to come to the funeral.

But I felt I was alone with the priests and the gravediggers.

He just told me...

that it was the fault of untidy life that we lived.

I felt paralyzed.

When he tried to leave,

he stumbled and almost fell into the grave.

I was very pleased.

I didn't know what to do with my mum.

I have asked the funeral home to take care of everything...

and asked if they needed someone.

From the beginning...

when the neighbours asked me what I was doing...

I told them the truth.

But when I noticed that people were disgusted with me...

I left from there.

Ijust got this cabinet that I liked so much.

Mom and I decided to keep it, even when we sold everything.

So I took it with me, along with that.

You know, I never understood such a repulsion.

The bodies are not unclean.

They are same as us.

Basically, that's what we are, but we don't want to accept it.

No one wants to understand that they also deserve tenderness...

respect, attention, protection.

I protect them, like my mother.

Look, it's so ridiculous...

nurse who has to touch everything...

both patients and corpses afterwards.

But is anyone ever disgusted?

Or with the undertaker, who simply removes the earth...

they get disgusted.

It just don't make any sense...

It's nothing but the fear of death itself.

Cowardice and stupidity.

I always see it when we go to take a body.

Relatives feel shame when someone dies.

It's in their eyes which say...

"Don't say anything, away with it quick, please."

Their eyes seem...

to apologize for what happened...

something so annoying...

something so embarrassing.

That they are not be heard.

There's something wrong.

Even them in the Stone Age reached further.

But you are not disgusted with me.

Right, Sugarbaby?

There's a nice surprise at home.

- Yeah? What is it? - Wait and see.

Get in...

How could I've found someone as wonderful as you, Sugarbaby?

Found? You found me?

I have observed you, I have hunted you...

and finally I gotcha.

- And why? - Why what?

Why me?

Why...

is the banana crooked?

- I'm serious. - Look, Sugarbaby, no explanation.

Nobody knows why.

What are you thinking, Sugarbaby?

There's a rock band tonight. Italian.

You still have to tell me how did you find out everything about me.

Of course, Sugarbaby. Of course, step by step.

- Tonight? - Tonight, Sugarbaby.

Tonight.

Sugarbaby.

Disgrace.

Disgrace.

Disgrace.

Disgrace.

Disgrace.

Disgrace.

You're disgrace. You're disgrace.

...::: SkeeLo :::...