Original subtitles

It is 1948, three years after the end of the Second World War.

You can still see and feel the war everywhere.

There are no hooks for school, few clothes to put on and much too little to eat.

The only way you can go shopping is with food ration stamps.

You have to stand in line forever for a loaf of bread or some butter-

and even then you need to be lucky to get anything.

You can, of course, resort to the black market.

There you can get everything, for a price...

Are you nuts?

Hey, Haslinger, stop necking Moni!

- Sojer! - It wasn't me!

Fine. Come here.

Take the map to the supply room.

Even if it wasn't me!

Mani-chaser.

Why don't you behave yourself, you snot-nosed brat?

What's wrong with you?

Whatcha doing here? Beat it!

It's about time! I've been waiting forever!

I tried it.

Two more!

Scram, you idiot!

- I told you two more! - Scram!

House brand of Koenigshof Hotel.

Okay, can you get me a hundred?

A hundred?

For cigarettes?!

Chesterfields?

No. Lucky Strike. Two hundred.

One hundred and fifty.

Huck!

Huck!

Shot it yourself?

I'll whittle one for myself too.

You can have some potatoes.

If you constantly pick at the wart, you'll get even more.

Oh, nuts, here comes that idiot Loisl.

More potatoes?

- My secret. - Tell me!

See me at the cemetery at midnight.

- Are you nuts? Why there? - To take care of the warts. You joining me?

Thomas?

Beat it or he'll tell your mother again.

She's not my mother, she's my aunt.

Beat it!

Thomas!

You're supposed to come home and deliver the sewing.

I don't know how you did it again, Mrs. Burger!

Out of a curtain from my grandma! I look like a countess!

That's my old Singer! Thank goodness I have it!

I wouldn't know how to support the boys otherwise.

At long last! Thomas.

He'll be the death of me yet.

It's admirable how you are managing. Without a husband.

Your son, and your nephew in addition.

Well, Thomas had nowhere else to go.

It's you, Loisl. Where is Thomas?

I told him.

He was supposed to run an errand for me. I'll have to go myself.

- You coming along? - Yes, Mama.

Shit!

You idiot, give it back!

Give it back, now!

- You haven't gotten much yet. - Hopeless fool!

Oh, I see, prisoners of war.

Hopeless fool!

- Your father will he coming hack from Russia. - What would you know about that?

My father won't, he was killed in action. What should I say?

- Pull me? Then I'll help you. - No!

That's the way you collect paper!

Pull me now?

Are you out of your mind?!

- Nothing happened. - My elbow!

- Nothing ever comes from that direction. - Now yes. These are different times.

Take care!

- He never collects paper. - Crook, isn't he?

But you'll take his chewing gum, huh?

I'm not pulling you any more. Just look!

Hey, that's it! Lie down in the cart.

I'll be the medic.

No, I don't want to.

Come on. Blood loss! Alert phase! Lie down!

- Haslinger, hang on! - No! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Emergency! Bombing attack! Buried alive!

- Strafers. Compound fracture! - Stop! Ow, stop running, Tom!

You cant bother Muffler with that little bit.

It's none of your business.

You almost hit me in the eye!

- You wont get anything for this. - I told him already. What are you doing here?

Scouting for tonight. Are you coming?

Wait a minute.

Haslinger! Come on!

Listen, you stay here and watch what he's doing.

- What for? - You'll find out soon.

- I'll hold the loose piece open. - No, you go! I'll hold it.

- Are you scared of the grave-digger? - I'll hold it.

- There's just junk inside, no ghosts. - It doesn't matter!

- Okay. But do it right! - Okay!

It's crazy! Everything has become used paper!

But he'll recognize the Nazi stuff!

- You think he won't notice? - He'll be drunk anyway.

- Twenty pfennig. - For each one of us?

Absolutely not.

But 10 pfennig!

Crooks!

I still need the box.

You guys really are crooks!

- The sewing machine can't be repaired. - So what?

Now we'll have nothing to eat. It's your fault!

- What? - Because Mama said you did it.

Ow! Stop! Stop!

Stop it!

Thomas, Loisl, I say, stop it!

You shouldn't pick on someone weaker than you.

Thomas?

- How much for the sewing machine? - What can you afford, young lady?

No, no! Never! At least fifty cartons of Lucky Strikes.

The machine is almost brand-new.

You again?

I sort of need a part.

I don't have parts.

That one.

- You can only get the whole sewing machine. - What would it cost, theoretically?

In theory nothing.

But you wouldn't be able to afford it anyway.

Get out of here!

Genuine Nazi buttons!

Beat it, or else!

May God protect me from pain and sorrow may God protect me all night long,

until I joy fully wake up again to a new morning. Amen.

Amen.

Good night, Mama.

Good night, Loisl. Sleep well.

Do you want to go to sleep like that? Or do you want to tell me something?

Thomas! You could at least look at me!

I'm always blamed for everything!

He could have done it, too!

I didn't do it!

Loisl, he quiet and go to sleep!

Thomas, listen!

I'm just your aunt, but we still have to treat each other decently.

Tell me the truth!

It doesn't matter. He's still your favorite!

Oh no, the power is out again.

I won't be able to get any more sewing done!

Get out of here, damn cat, scat!

Don't show up here again, blasted cat!

Come on!

What's taking you so long? Come on!

It's nonsense! Going to the cemetery in the middle of the night.

It stinks!

To deal with the warts.

You and your warts.

You're always picking at them, that's why you're getting more.

Well, a dead cat. That helps. At full moon, you know?

Brush the warts with the tail. Walk around an open grave three times and then put it in.

The warts will be buried with it.

- Why do you need me for that? - I don't need you.

You're scared of the cemetery!

You're scared too!

Come on!

What's that on the coffin?

Safety coffin with a signal bell. That's old lady Greiner.

What?

You see the cord? It goes into the coffin and is tied to her big toe.

Old lady Greiner was always afraid she'd he buried alive.

Now she can ring the hell if she wakes up again.

- Did anyone ever wake up again? - Come on. It's almost midnight.

Don't look in. Maybe it's already decomposed.

What if she's just seemingly dead?

Did she wake up?

Go away, it's faster this way.

Hold this.

- Is that all of them? - It's just a down payment.

- Where will you put the rest? - Hiding place number two.

I understand. The other ghost is standing watch there.

I won't let you rip me off!

You'll get your share when we're done.

I brought you the schnapps!

Take your hands off that, you idiot!

I'll get my share, or I'll sell you out.

I saw absolutely nothing, in any case.

We're not telling the police?

If you do, he'll do us in, just like Wastl.

I'm not saying a word.

We have to swear that we didn't see anything.

A pact sealed with a handshake.

- No, wait a minute. - Swear!

No, wait. If we make a pact, we have to Mite it. In blood.

"Bartel Hacker and Thomas Sojer swear they'll say nothing, or they'll drop dead and rot."

That wont fit on the slate.

"Swear and stay silent!" Just: "Swear and stay silent".

Swear and stay silent!

And now blood.

You go first.

Are you scared again?

I don't want to get blood poisoning.

Nonsense! Do it!

Here.

- Where is she? - Don't know.

Why are they giving out food stamps if you cant get anything for them!

If we starve, it's his fault. He has to admit it.

Where are you going? It's much too early for school...

- It was him, definitely. - Stop tattling! You know I don't like it!

- Did you think Joe was coming? - Nonsense!

- What do you want? - Nothing! I was just thinking if we had those cigarettes...

Are you nuts? I'm not going to the cemetery with Wastl lying around!

- Gosh, Huck, if we had those "Luckies"... - Luckies!

- We'd he rich. - You have your aunt, after all.

I broke the sewing machine.

So now we have nothing to eat.

- Can't it he fixed? - Maybe at the black market.

But money is worthless there, you need "Luckies"... Fifty cartons.

Luckies. Joe has already hauled them away.

We could take a look. Just one look!

You're scared to go alone, aren't you?

But for God's sake, I didn't do it.

It's your knife, isn't it, Muffler?

I don't stab people.

Stab him? Why should I stab Wastl?

Because of the cigarettes. I have a statement to make.

Joe, thank God! Joe, you have to help me!

Joe, they say I...

I'm sorry I have to admit it, George, but you did it.

That's not true.

- How do you know that, Joe? - Because I saw it.

Were you there?

- No, I just happened to he going by. - Really?

It was pure coincidence.

I heard an argument. It was over cigarettes.

And then Wastl took the wreath and hit George on the head with it.

- And then George took his knife... - No!

And then he stabbed Wastl.

We'll talk further at the station.

What are you doing here, buddy?

Nothing. I'm just looking.

Be sure that you just beat it.

Watch out, you two!

You can lose your noses if you poke them in everywhere.

Joe, you have to come to the police station too.

I'm coming.

THE OLD FARMER TO HIS SON by Ludwig Hölty

Practice loyally and honesty always until you're in your cold grave,

and do not deviate by a hair from God's wishes and ways.

Then you'll be on green meadows as you make your way through life.

Then you can look death in the face without...

Well, well, Mr. Sojer has decided lo join us.

Nineteen minutes, thirty-one seconds, rounded up: Twenty. Makes?

One for five. Equals?

Four.

Well. At least you know the multiplication tables in beat.

One. Two. Three.

Four?

I'll spare you the last one.

Because a nice new pupil has joined us.

Have you met her? Birgit Ernst.

Her father is our judge who has returned from Switzerland. Come.

Sit down next to her, she'll he a good influence on you.

- But... - He has to sit with the girls!

Quiet!

What's wrong you?

Thomas! Come here!

Sit down.

How far were you, Rosie?

And do not deviate by a hair from God's wishes and ways.

Then you'll he on green meadows...

Come on, hurry up!

Rosie, continue!

Then you can look death in the face without fear and trembling.

- What are you staring at? - I'm not staring.

- Hey, that's for everybody. - I'm everybody too.

Sojer, come on in!

Sit down!

Arithmetic practice!

His secret book.

Leave me alone.

No one is allowed to touch it, you know.

There are probably naked ladies in it.

Idiot!

Sojer.

I see everything.

- I doubt they're in there. - Did you look?

- No. Muffler is behind bars. - Exactly. So the Luckies could be hidden in his hut.

- What if Joe is inside? - Here. Shoot!

Let's go!

He's the one with the machine. The one with the car.

Stop! Police!

Let go of me!

The island is nonsense. He could just as easily taken them to the Devil's Cave.

The Devil's Cave is close lo collapse. You think Joe wants to get buried?

Even so. At Mixa's over there? I don't think so.

You heard what Muffler said: "The other ghost is standing watch there".

He probably meant dead Mixa. Come on!

And you think the ghost of Mixa is wandering through his old villa?

I believe all the important Nazis spook when they're dead.

Nonsense!

The Americans shot his house to pieces.

It was burned, people say.

But they never found him.

Where is she?

Foraging for potatoes.

She wants to barter the children's clothes she made from the old parachute.

- Is the sewing machine working again? - No, she sewed them by hand.

Her fingers are all bloody. Everything's your fault.

- You ate all the syrup. - There was nothing left anyway.

Hey, that's mine!

Where are you going?

You think I'll let a traitor know?

- Stop! Where are you off to? - I just have to...

You're staying. Do your homework.

And tomorrow you're going to Feichtner's. He has work for you.

Did you get anything, Mama?

People are so... so stingy.

Thomas?! Where...? I hope you didn't filch that...

I found it.

You can't buy quality thread like that at a store.

If I give you a few more cigarettes?

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gleixner. With this fabric I cant do it without the machine.

Well, then I'm sorry too.

In the future I'll have to go elsewhere.

Good bye.

Good bye, Mrs. Gleixner.

This gruel is making me sick!

Mama, he talks at night.

- Nonsense! - Get ready for school.

Blood, he says, so much blood.

I'm going to tell, he says, I'm going to tell. Tell what?

No wonder he dreams. I dreamt about the horrible stabbing too.

Rosi?

Who tore the book?

I don't know, Mr. Schoen.

Veronika?

Haslinger?

No, it wasn't me.

Birgit, it wasn't you?

Birgit, look at me!

Birgit Ernst. I don't need to lecture you, the daughter of our judge, about truth, do I?

- I... - She didn't do it! I did!

Oh, it was you!

So come over here.

One, two, three.

Good morning, Mr. Principal.

Good morning. Haslinger?

Come with me, Haslinger. Your father has returned from Russia.

Come on.

Sit down... for your honesty.

Stay away from our apples, you brat!

Go on like that and you'll end up in jail, just as Muffler did.

Hey, Muffler? Muffler, are you in there?

Would you like an apple?

Are you helping a murderer?

Maybe he's not the murderer at all.

You think it was someone else?

How should I know?

You won't get anything for your food stamps.

I'd go to the black market.

We don't do that.

I'll never forget this, Sojer.

That's him, isn't it?

You're a good one, like your father was.

I'm a bad one. But you're a good one. God bless you!

Don't you tell any one, or else!

- Forced labor, isn't it? - Why do you think it's forced labor?

We stand united and rebuild, Teacher Schoen always says.

- That's nonsense, don't you think? - When he's right, he's right!

Will you let me try it?

Oh, really?

- No, that's impossible. - Why not?

Because Feichtner... he wants to build something special with these bricks.

I'm the only one who may do it.

I'll give you half an apple.

Well... No, I don't dare. Because of Feichtner.

- The whole apple? - Fine. But be careful!

- Will you let me help? - You have to ask Tom.

Can I help, too?

No, I don't dare. Because of Feichtner.

Only Haslinger and I are allowed.

I'll give you a candy.

No, you just cant.

Two.

Well, okay, but he careful!

I'll he right back. Just keep working.

You see? Luckies, everything's there.

At delivery I'll get two more bags from the American. That's your share.

Now you bring schnapps.

Americans are happy.

Me tonight with hospital: Everything okay.

- At delivery cigarettes. Okay? - Okay...

What's with the hospital?

Do I know?

But we have to get over to the island!

- Swimming or what? - You'll see!

Haslingers father came home. He was in Siberia, prisoner of war, I know.

Haslinger is lucky.

Hey, when we have the cigarettes we'll buy a boat and run away, just the two of us.

- Put the light on. - Not until we're inside.

Maybe they have someone standing guard...

Nothing. Not even Mixa's ghost.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Let's look in there.

Sure, let's take a peek!

Mixa!!!

- Are you nuts? You almost locked me in! - Help me! Hold it shut!

- Nonsense! I think... - We'll need something if he comes.

- You really believe it was Mixa... - Of course it was him!

You think that'll work against a ghost?

That'll work.

I don't hear anything.

Hey, do you want to die?!

He'll strangle you!

- Is he still there? - Joe put that up there.

What?

Look for yourself, scaredycat!

That's not Mixa. That's meant to scare people away!

- Because the goods are in there! - It could have been Mixa.

I think it's the skeleton Bony Bobby from our school.

Come on!

Shit!

Nothing but empty bottles.

How do you know that?

I looked. The car has been there for a while.

I think I know what he needs them for.

What?

What are you doing here?

You're not going to do it, are you?

- Swear and stay silent! - I'm not going to say anything!

Where did you get your chewing gum?

It's an old one.

Do you think he's finished his dealing with the Americans?

I doubt the Ukrainian is done getting his schnapps.

Imagine we did say something.

Joe'd be arrested and we could get the cigarettes...

Just keep your mouth shut!

Come on, we'll just watch.

What are you doing here anyway? Get lost, you rascals!

Stop stop stop! This is not for children! Beat it!

But I have the right...

You have the right to get your ears boxed if you don't beat it.

If we wanted to we could...

Keep your mouth shut!

Hey, wait a minute, wait! I want to know what Muffler is doing.

It's clear how things will turn out.

You know what... I had a dream that I told the truth.

And I dreamed that Ami-Joe slit you open like a dead fish. Come on.

Let me just take a quick peek.

You can't hear anything anyway.

- Maybe Muffler will he beheaded! - Nonsense!

No one gets beheaded any more. After all, we're no longer under the Nazis.

You get down right away, you brat! Or else!

Suppose I want to testify!

Sojer! You idiot!

What do you want to testify about, buddy?

- Because maybe I... - Shut up, dummy!

- Because I saw everything. - You're dead...

What do you think you saw?

- Sojer! You're dead if you say anything! - What? What?

The murder.

Really!

Then come with me.

- Are there any more questions for the witness? - No more questions.

Thank you, Mr. Achatz. You can sit down now.

- What is it? - Excuse me, Your Honor.

It's just because he says he saw something, Your Honor.

What does he think he saw?

This is not a child's game, it's a murder!

What if I saw the murderer.

Quiet, please!

All right, bring the young man forward, Officer.

But Your Honor, we can't allow witnesses to just turn up like that. He's only a boy.

You are correct. This is contrary to judicial proceedings.

But let's hear what the young man has to say.

- What's your name? - Tom. Eh, Thomas.

- Last name? - Sojer.

He's my nephew, Your Honor, and a good boy even though he's missing a father.

- Please! - You'll have to excuse me if...

Please!

So, you saw something?

Aren't you in bed at night?

We wanted to hex away Hacke's warts, with a dead cat.

Quiet, please!

Hacke?

Probably Bartel Hacker, a well-known tramp and good-for-nothing.

So you were at the cemetery with him?

Because it was full moon. It wouldn't work otherwise.

Of course, full moon!

There were two of you?

Where is he, where is your friend?

That one there.

- Well? - I don't know exactly.

All right. So the two of you were at the cemetery in the middle of the night to get rid of warts.

- And then you saw the murder. - Yes.

- And the murderer too? - Yes.

Quiet, please!

Listen carefully.

This is a court.

If you don't tell the truth, you'll get in a lot of trouble.

So think it over carefully. You say you saw the murderer.

Do you know him?

You have to speak loud and clear. Is the murderer here in this room?

Thomas Sojer. If you have something to say to us, say it now.

I think we should end this circus, Your Honor.

Yes, of course, Mr. Prosecutor.

But tell me, isn't there a record of a dead cat?

Yes, a dead cat was found in the cemetery. In a sack.

Oh, yes? All right tell us...

Did you see the murderer here in the room?

Can you show him to me?

It's him!

This will he the end of you, Sojer!

These proceedings are over!

Are you out of your mind? What are you doing?

You have a very brave young man here, Ma'am.

Thank you, Thomas Sojer.

God bless you, Sojer, God bless you!

Keep out! DANGER!

The blood...

the blood...

No!!

What's wrong? Did you dream again?

He dreamed again. "Everything is full of blood" he said.

Be quiet, Loisl.

Hey, what you do? Come down from there!

No one is exposing me like that.

Forget the little shit-pants!

Do you have cigarettes?

Yes, the American is happy. Everything okay.

Then you deliver now.

- I have to be a bit careful at the moment. - Yes, you careful. But careful of me. Very careful!

- It's all because of that damn rascal! - When do I get the cigarettes?

Soon.

You, better have them soon. Tomorrow evening! Kapischko!

- Good. Okay. - Or else, be careful!

Won't things ever quiet down?!

Shit!

Drink the nettle tea. It's healthy.

What are you doing, Mama?

- I'm going to the black market. - But it's not allowed.

I have to get a new part for the sewing machine. I don't know anything else.

Whose jewelry is it?

Your mothers wedding jewelry.

My mothers?

You can't sell that!

Traitor!

What are you talking about?

Swear and stay silent!

I'm not to blame for him getting away.

I don't care. Because... I know where the things are.

What? Where?

Do you think I'll tell a traitor? No!

What are you staring at?

Go away! Scram!

So go to your little BIGGIE!

- So tell me. - I'm saying nothing.

- In the cave, I bet. - Leave me alone.

- Tell me! Tell me!! Tell me!!! - Leave me alone.

Stop! Stop! Stay away from each other! Stop!

I'm putting an end to your roving around. You're coming with me.

Let me go!

Come on, keep going!

You know what, Sojer? You're going to the back again.

Go on, hurry up!

I'd like to have our new hero close to me.

Sit down next to Birgit.

I won't sit next to her.

You won't sit next to her?

All right.

Stand in the corner until you change your mind.

Stand up straight and don't slouch like a crook!

Quiet!

And the rest of you take out your slates.

Arithmetic practice.

What are you staring at?

- Mr. Schoen, my slate! - That's enough, buddy!

I never thought we would need this again.

Come on!

Be quiet!

You will kneel on this.

Kneel, I tell you!

- And I don't need you anymore! - Hacke!

Hacke!

You cant even get the part on the black market.

They laughed at me!

I'm not hungry at all.

What are you doing here?

If you are looking for your friend, he's not there.

What friend?

- Because he doesn't need you anymore. - Nonsense! What do you know about it?

- You think I'm stupid? I heard everything. - Whatever. I'm in a rush!

It's about the black market, isn't it? In the Devil's Cave?

Nonsense! Leave me alone!

If you don't take me along, I'll go home and tell my father.

You're not going to tell on me!

Why not?

Because I didn't tell on you either.

Come on, hurry up. No one should see us!

Locked, isn't it?

That's because a dragon used to he in there.

You're nuts!

- You think he's there? - Who? The dragon?

- Ami-Joe. - He's long since gone.

What's wrong?

We cant simply take the stuff, that's not right.

Right, wrong! But you're allowed to starve?

If you take stolen things, you're a criminal, too.

Joe is the criminal.

If I take the stuff I'm like Robin Hood.

Are you coming or not?

- But then you have to swear an oath. - What oath?

- Swear and stay silent! Swear! - I swear.

What now?

We'll have to try each one.

Careful! The light!

I have matches.

We'll never find it. Let's turn around.

No, we're going this way.

- Mrs. Burger...? - Mrs. Ernst.

Word has it there will be flour for food stamps...

- Go to the end of the line! - Cut in the line, will you?

I don't want anything.

I'm looking for Birgit. She didn't come home for supper.

She'll come home.

It's only because she talked about the Devil's Cave this noon.

Mr. Teacher, I'm looking for Birgit.

Mrs. Ernst thinks she's in the Devil's Cave. With Thomas...

Birgit? No, they wouldn't do that.

After all, the cave is close to collapse.

Thomas knows that. He's no fool.

But what if...

Tom! Tom? Light the candle! What's wrong?

Stairs.

We need light!

I'm trying!

- Did you hurt yourself? - Nonsense!

Are you coming?

No, I'm going back.

- So go! - Give me the candle!

- Are you nuts? - You can't keep the stuff anyway.

- Biggie? Biggie? What's wrong? - Nothing.

You're bleeding.

Wait! Take it!

There. There's the gate.

Why did they lock us in?

Move!

I said... Move!

That's no use. I'm going to scream for help!

- They'll hear you! - They'll hear you, too!

- Are you nuts!!! - Hacke?

- Were you fighting? - But how did you...?

- Hey! A second way out? - Yes, come quickly!

How many bags in the cave?

One bag, my share. Okay?

I'll check.

Don't you trust me?

Trust is good,

checking is better.

All right, come along.

Then I tripped over a wire.

He almost shot me, the stupid soldier.

Hey, wait a moment.

If they set up traps, the stuff has to be here!

I think I know where. I saw something.

There are the cigarettes.

What did I tell you, Ivan?

Everything okay? Two bags for you, one for me.

Me! No Ivan! Me, Ukraine. Get it? Get it finally!

Okay, okay! Ukraine! Everything clear otherwise?

My share! Fair deal.

Three bags from the American: Best quality.

You have two bags outside in the truck, one for me.

What that?

Corned Beef.

One carton of Corned Beef. As interest.

Hey, what that?

Well, look who we have here!

You stay here! Quiet!

Get up, Sojer!

I said... Get up!

And you stay here too. Stop her! Stop her!

They saw everything, at the cemetery and here.

And they can't keep their mouths shut.

You not going to... the children...?

- Do I have a choice? - You always have a choice.

Always, Josef.

Handsome Mr. Schoen!

Did you get here by bike?

Let the boys go!

That's not possible, Mr. Head Teacher.

Josef. You were my best pupil. Before the war.

He will be someone great, they said.

Before the war? How were things then?

Cant remember any more.

Can you even hold that thing with your teacher fingers?

- Watch out, Schoen! The Russian! - Put the stick away!

Untie them!

I said... untie them!

Don't think of doing it, Ivan.

He'll never shoot!

He already tried to chicken out of fighting in the war.

One, two, three!

I was so afraid!

Get your fingers off or you'll burn them!

- Who's going to get all the stuff? - The Red Cross.

Here is our brave savior.

Thank you,

Hacke.

Thank you, Hacke.

- What is it? - Come on!

What are you doing?

95... 96... 97...

98... 99... 100!

Scared, weren't you?

You idiot!

Now look at this!

Hacker, you're nuts!

- The Red Cross doesn't need it all. - What are we going to do?

We could use Haslingers handcart right now.

Well, let's go get it!

Cart!

What's that?

No!!

No!

Where did you get...?

They probably stole it!

Thomas, wait! That won't do.

You know I cant do that...

I don't want to have anything to do with deals like that.

He stole it with Hacke.

Come on!

Where are you going now?

To return the cart.

Is Hacke living with us now, Mama?

Want to come along?

Get in, then.

If you dare.

Hold on tight!

Out of the way! See us play!