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IT ISN'T ENOUGH TO WANT TO SAVE THE WORLD,

WE HAVE TO TEND TO OUR OWN GARDEN.

Swing into balance to give others the right swing.

That...

is the motto of a Free Swinger.

It all started when Mom got sick.

And I was...

busy.

The leather scene wasn't really my thing.

But it was fast money.

My passion was BMXing.

I was actually a pro.

But it didn't bring in enough dough.

My heart's going to stop.

Yeah, I put Mom through a lot,

but we were always a great team.

She showed me what true love can be.

My father took his love elsewhere.

He eloped to Moscow with a Russian dancer

to try his luck as a dancer at the Bolshoi.

"He was struck dead by the Iron Curtain," Mom always said.

But now I want to finally return the favor to Mom.

Mom is going out with a bang, in the finest nursing home in town.

The Soho Savoy Ritz.

Her absolute dream. There, and only there,

can one watch this one-off, rock n' roll hologram show by The King himself.

What's wrong, poodle?

Sadly, the Soho Savoy Ritz is rather expensive,

and my pockets are empty.

But while others are busy thinking, I'm already on the run.

I'm a Free Swinger. A Free Swinger makes the world go round,

and swings to and fro.

And when he hits a wall,

he brushes it aside,

and finds a new way. Only thusly can reality be expanded.

I want to see Elvis! I want to see Elvis!

But reality isn't always simple.

We were never handed anything on a plate.

There was only Mom, me, and the birdies.

By the way, my mom calls me "poodle."

Stamp collectors? Poodle, where are you taking me?

RETIREMENT HOME FOR STAMP COLLECTORS AND BUS DRIVERS

But to everyone else, I'm Cowboy.

It's horrible in here.

Who's in charge here? - Not me.

We'll get you into the Soho Savoy Ritz.

Are we ready? - Fuck.

I love you, Mom.

See you soon.

Mom had ended up in the Retirement Home for Stamp Collectors and Bus Drivers.

She had never collected stamps

or driven a bus.

She'll be just fine, trust me. - Is that supposed to be a joke?

A whiff of currywurst, tartar and imminent death permeates my nostrils.

This won't do for Mom. I have to hit the big time.

But not in the leather scene.

I had to reinvent the wheel.

Wait, are there any other relatives?

Perhaps a brother, a father?

No.

I stand alone.

PACE, COWBOY, PACE

All I had to do now was get my business running.

Get noticed. Realize my vision and acquire customers.

For my sustainable projects.

Yeah, sustainable.

Now I'm with the Holistic Agency for Saving the World.

The Agency for World Inhalation.

Building bridges is the niche I found.

Bridges like this one.

This is bridge for my chapter, for my local branch.

This is where I live with the other misfits.

I need to stop now. My first customers are here.

Look!

Totally free.

Levity.

Just hook your feet up and let go.

It's my new business plan.

I'll give you a discount.

Take it.

Got it? - Got it.

Kreuzberg Bed-Chain-Dream-Rider. Ever heard of it?

A radical, radial, medial, spiritual awakening.

How about it? Deal?

Cowboy, we didn't ask, you just started answering.

Here, thanks for the "help," take this crap back.

Know what, Cowboy? I'm really disappointed, I mean it.

You used to be such a dude. That's really lame, man.

In the S&M scene, everybody loved these things.

I took my bed apart, I sleep in those things like the Queen of...

My "Free Swinger Water."

The potential is in the water.

Once you've understood that, it flows.

So I trained an intern from the old school.

I don't just recycle. No, it's known as upcycling.

Hey ho, friends of the moonrise and the galactic mother wind.

How are your water tanks looking today? Empty?

Then how about some levitating "Free Swinger Water?"

Senior is a conspiracy theorist.

With gas!

I saved him from being eaten up and spat out by the leather scene.

The water's compostable.

I like shoddy people.

The Pope can bless it if you like.

But he doesn't shoot up anymore.

He's only on the water.

Have you seen a young man, about 25 years old?

No, sorry. - Or a young lady, about the same age,

maybe a bit younger, or older or even younger?

Sweet Pepper is the neighborhood's oldest gigolo.

Always on the lookout for his lost children.

He's never seen them, he was always doing time.

Nowadays he sells expired hash. They can't arrest him for that.

"It's expired," he tells them.

Angel.

Angelina Olga Esperanza.

She boasts the title of Brazilian Beauty Queen.

She started locally, right at the bottom.

On her knees, she seduced the Devil of Hermannplatz.

And she stuck the dough into Race and Loud.

If you want pure zest for life, then...

If I see him here again, I'll set the dog on him.

But boss, the dog ran away.

All the better.

Then you can bark. - Me?

Bark, now! - Now?

Bark! - Here?

Here, now. - Come on.

Get on with it. Bark.

Louder. Louder.

Bark louder!

Homebrew is a born-and-bred Berliner.

He was gentrified by the riverside yuppies.

Now he's a fucktard in protest.

Louder. Come on.

Tschick McQueen, otherwise known as the Dresden Stallion,

sees himself as an under-appreciated hot rod racer,

after being disqualified at the Paris-Dakar rally during registration in Saxony.

Didn't we get rid of the dog?

Yeah, I just did.

Free Swinger Water...

Anyone for Free Swinger Water?

Come here.

Shall I do you a favor?

It'll really straighten your tie up.

I'm Sweet Pepper.

The old man got the good stuff, man.

Have you seen a young lady, about 25?

Older and younger.

No, sorry.

And a young man?

Younger and older.

No.

Free Swinger Water, levitating Free Swinger Water.

Shame.

I'd like to

have my mother stay here, even though it's pretty pricey.

So she gets attention and decent company.

Sure. Gladly.

Activities include etching copper,

and polishing gold bars.

But I'm sure you'd like to come in and see the hologram show.

Follow me.

We're currently running a melancholy workshop with Greta Garbo.

But Elvis will perform in half an hour.

Great.

Warriors fight each other.

Masters fight themselves.

Perhaps I could pay my mom's rent by working here?

Didn't we already establish the financial details?

Indeed. I have a degree in astral surgery,

and I can levitate Free Swinger Water.

It makes the water molecules heart-shaped.

And the other requirements?

It's 40,000 times more alive than tap water. You can test it on animals.

They always head for the Free Swinger Water,

no matter how many bowls you put out. - As guarantor, you require a nobleman,

a beauty queen, and a great deal of charity.

At least one charitable deed.

Otherwise I can't accept your mother.

It's essential that the deed is completed.

Some aspirants forget that.

A charitable deed.

A caricature...

Two guarantors...

I'll have to give this a swing.

Agency for World Inhalation. Anke speaking.

Yes, this is the Agency for World Inhalation. Cowboy. Kreuzberg Chapter.

Yes, of course we're still on the go.

But I applied for a grant from the Foundation of Moving Objects.

Check our references.

We're on fire here.

Yes, that was a metaphor.

Cheers ears.

So many folks wanted to buy our water today.

So many genuinely intrigued and curious customers.

I haven't had that in a long while.

That's great.

With us, it's not just about doing.

And it's not just about being.

You have to do, be, do, be, do...

I need cash to pay for my mom's nursing home.

She needs comprehensive care, and only the Soho Savoy Ritz offers that.

I also need more staff to expand the water courier service.

Good staff.

You're often lacking the necessary "rhythm."

You're out.

Senior was lacking the heart of a futurist.

Now I had to be tough, take drastic action.

Self-restraint, severity, concentration.

Tschickie, old bean. - Zero.

Still with Rita? Hey, sweetie pie.

That's Angel. - Angel?

Tschickie's fucked more than he's pissed in the last 20 years, right? Respect.

Is he your pet or what?

That's Homebrew.

Go get us a bucket of air, I wanna chat with Tschickie in private.

Still in gastronomy I see.

No, it's a courier service.

Courier service, courier service? "Tschickie Logistics - bringing you the fear."

Man, Tschickie, we could've been big time.

We could've nailed it, the Dresden Stallion.

You used to get girls' heads spinning like kebab spits.

Just the sight of a woman's bike gave you a boner.

And what's all this?

A gaping emptiness. - A courier service.

I think you've let yourself go a bit,

you're not really up-to-date.

You could do a lot more with this joint.

I'm a designer, I could help you,

just say the word and I could really turn this place around.

Listen up, Tschickie.

I'll swing by again and we'll talk more, OK?

Yeah?

Separating waste ain't easy.

But it's important.

Do your bit for the world.

Yeah, add all the little specks together and you can change the world.

If there's anything a step up from evil,

then it's my neighbor.

Sorry, I'm just leaving.

Intern! We have a customer!

Cowboy.

Why are you here?

You're out. I told you.

Please.

I'm sure I can solve your problem. May I?

Some Free Swinger Water?

So.

Let's talk.

I'm Fey of Sweden.

International model and jet-setter. Baptized by the Archbishop of Canterbury,

but "blessed" with this plebeian dropout's mentality.

Last year was my "come-back" romance, "all-is-forgiven" time, including breakdown.

That was after I got rid of the King of Saba and the BMW stocks.

I'm here to review your grant application.

Nothing is fixed here, we like to keep our options open.

I'm a quantum activist.

Eco-anarchist.

Esoteric.

Allergy sufferer.

I'm Cowboy.

How about some world inhalation?

I solve all unresolved problems.

For me, it's nothing. For others, everything. That's my chapter's motto.

You see, Cowboy, that's where the head office has its doubts.

And without the head office's green light, there's no money.

I see that, Fey. Next up is my holistic, sustainable bike courier service

Berlin Damage Drive.

Messed-up Berliners will be chosen to distribute our water, among other things.

The sky's the limit.

And we'll drive the air polluters out of town.

We're looking for morphological potential in the water.

The town will smell of flowery meadows again.

If it were to work out,

and that's a big "if,"

you'll get the money.

But perhaps you could give us a little taster.

Perhaps with a rally?

Something symbolic to unite the neighborhood.

By way of the agency.

To make our mark.

Yes, maybe with a rally.

A ride to promote the cause.

It should make people aware of us and show the head office that you're serious.

If you reach your targets, you'll get the grant.

That's what I was thinking.

Nobody climbs onto a chair without wanting to touch the sky.

CLAPPER COWBOY!

Finey.

How's Mommy?

Excuse me.

May I...? - Of course. Bye.

Tell me...

How are the birdies?

Ah, good.

And you?

What are you doing?

I'm doing charity from the hip.

Then I'll get a grant from the head office.

Then I can pay for the Soho Savoy Ritz.

Poodle will take you to Elvis.

Charity?

I'll get you into the Soho Savoy Ritz.

Peace,

Cowboy, peace.

Stop yapping will you.

Now I knew what Mom had meant.

"Pace, Cowboy, pace."

Pedal to the metal.

Now I had resolved to settle things amicably with my neighbor.

Sometimes, one must surrender to one's wicked impulses,

and turn the wickedness into something good.

Hey, Homebrew.

Take the boxes in.

Why don't you separate your waste?

It wouldn't kill you.

Why don't you separate your waste?

I'm backed by a global agency. It's gonna make your life hell.

Birdie is dead!

Birdie is dead!

Why don't you separate your waste?

Was that spontaneous or all part of the plan?

Angel.

Prepare yourself.

Look at this.

Some learn from mistakes, others collect them.

Come on.

Let's partner up,

we'll do something big together.

For world inhalation.

I really pity you, as a fellow human.

It must be shitty for you, too.

No doubt you're an asylum seeker being exploited by this engine oil primate.

Have you ever considered how you're exploiting this poor asylum seeker?

You slave driver. - Have you ever considered...

To get my courier service running,

I'm holding a bike rally

to get some attention.

The wills of the decelerated Free Swingers will unite,

while you hurtle toward the last century.

Where did you find him?

There she was, the beauty queen, with her sensual sweetness.

Her eyes were the gateway to full-on annihilation.

She was pulling the strings here.

Don't speak. I can read your mind, you're sad.

Angel.

I'm from the Agency for World Inhalation. Everyone calls me Cowboy.

I'm going to help you.

Now let the bells of the future ring out. For my Angel.

I'll fight you to establish my courier service.

If I win out, I get your customers.

And you'll be dead and buried, you fucking fucking fuck!

You old fuck fucker, you fucker!

You fucked-up fucker, fuck your courier service. I run the courier service here, got it?

"World inhalation, rally, love, waste separation."

Keep your sappy Kreuzberg utopian nonsense to yourself!

A car won't keep you warm at night. But a clean conscience will!

Look at me for a very short time.

Watch out.

I'll do this rally, even in very heavy rain.

Just for you.

In very heavy rain. For you!

Think on it.

I'll do it for you! Then you'll get it.

Then you'll be in tune with this planet that you ignore!

Cowboy knows what's what.

Now room 26.

A few THC pills should send her to space.

Just a little lozenge for the old hag.

That's it.

Sometimes I wonder,

how things will be

when I'm no longer here.

What will happen?

You know how energy flows.

Thermodynamics.

Everything is one, Mom.

Consciousness devotes itself to new realities.

You as a gentle breeze.

You needn't be afraid.

"Gentle."

That sounds good.

"A gentle breeze." - Think beautiful thoughts.

Like what?

A seaside spa town.

A seaside spa town.

What else? - Sun.

Sun.

Wind.

The salty air brushing against your skin.

The glitter.

And Elvis.

You never know.

Elvis is coming to see me.

Strychnine for room 30.

Morphine for room 25.

Some Valium for 32, that'll keep that one quiet for a few days.

Mom.

Knock her out with morphine. Done, good night.

Evening.

I can't come out, I'm doing research.

Have you seen the state of my mom?

She's so doped up she'll be taken out with the bed linen.

Listen.

Could it be that your mother experiences spastic cramps?

Drowsiness is a normal side-effect of the phase-two dosage.

What about her heart intelligence?

The nursing home isn't a flowery meadow.

Now fill the desert with the sound of Mozart.

What about her heart intelligence?

Those were hard times.

But the thing with Fey...

Cowboy?

...that was a highlight.

Cowboy, is that you?

But the fact that she moved in...

Say something.

...irritated me.

Cowboy, I can't hear you.

I'm searching for the truth, alone.

In solitude, the truth is never far away.

Let's get down to business.

So,

cyclists, a route, and the courage of all galactic explorers and world-improvers.

Lord?

Cowboy, do you really think we'll find cyclists here?

I can get Carsten Ullrich, Glenn Armstrong or Audio Petrachi on-board any time.

Oh, Fey, it's best to keep it local.

Right.

Courtesy of the Agency for World Inhalation. Ever heard of it?

You still have bodily injuries.

After the accident, I got a new skull.

Wanna see?

You can't really see it, but...

What's wrong?

I hadn't realized Berlin had so many destitute cyclists, Cowboy.

They get social welfare, Fey.

But the really sad thing is the spiritual poverty.

Do you think the agency could transfer some funds today?

I'm sorry, Cowboy.

After all that with those wannabe activists,

the head office is only paying out after the rally.

But I can offer you advance services.

And meditate.

Well, Tschickie. Still in gastronomy I see.

You're stuck with it. - It's a courier service, not gastronomy.

Whatever.

Man, Tschickie, I remember those golden days.

You had a dick like a salami and a brain like a pea.

But you were a firebrand, you were passionate.

But now you're here, vegetating in your bar.

Such a shame.

We were visionaries. People were kissing our feet, seriously.

You even got into McDonald's for free.. And what now?

Tschickie, I could help you. I'm a designer, I've pimped up all sorts.

But we'd have a fair old job on our hands here.

Tschickie...

Sitting there like a sack of spuds.

There was so much fire in your eyes before.

Boy, we could'a been big, and now look at you.

Totally beat. The pinball machine's out of balls..

I'll call in again soon, OK?

Gracefully,

spiritually, Arabesquely delicate,

it seems our fairy-tale existence

is a waltz of nothingness.

Fey, I gotta split. I have to pick up my rally bike.

ANTI-FASCIST PAW OF UNITY AND THE PURPLE FIST

Hi, Cowboy.

Your bloodhound.

They're all totally psyched.

Right...

Hand-crocheted.

A matryoshka bell with a "bang" sticker.

Neoprene heated seat. Maya the Bee tires.

Mad Max handlebar.

Dude, look at this.

An Evel Knievel - No Future mirror.

Oh, I almost forgot, look at this.

Hey, get out of the way!

So, what do you say?

It was best to say nothing.

He would've been way too smug

had he known how much I was totally digging my bloodhound.

I was motivated again.

I had that "vibe" that had to be shared with others.

My new courier service can change lives.

Only change remains constant.

No flowing water is bad news.

You could live a holistic life.

There's no need to shop in discount stores.

I was doing everything right.

But, as always, people were conspiring.

Get down.

I sensed danger.

They wanted a piece of me.

Hey, hey, cool down.

I don't want to. I don't want to. - Sure you do.

I felt suffocated.

They wanted to hold me up. Eliminate me.

Kill me.

Look, there's a Pokemon over there.

Gotta go.

See ya.

Hey. I know you.

You wanted to work for us.

I think I have an idea that could benefit the both of us.

If you'd like to have another look inside.

Absolutely. So what's your idea?

I was thinking maybe a personal service for me.

Think on it.

No. Too easy.

Where's the doormat?

Who steals a doormat?

Why would you steal a doormat?

Economic crisis.

Clearly, Fey wasn't so normal.

But what's "normal?"

But the doormat thing

was one step too far.

I feared capture,

precipices.

You're a real ideas man, Cowboy

but you lack discipline.

Is this the route?

Taking things as they cum is a part of life.

Sometimes more so,

sometimes less so.

It's the rally.

I've got a lot on my mind.

Then I get your customers.

And you'll be dead and buried! You fucking fuck!

SORCERY FOR BEGINNERS

Here. That's him.

You have to invest something if you wanna stop Cowboy tomorrow.

Business, Tschickie.

What's all this shit?

Yoga.

This guy's a lunatic. We need help.

MISSING BIRDIE

You need to go to Hermannplatz.

It's our only chance! - I'm not going to Hermannplatz.

Just let me do my thing.

With him?

Are you nuts? - He's an informant. He has insider information.

Cowboy's only doing it for his mom.

That kind of information.

You need to go to Hermannplatz, now!

You're gonna visit the Devil and tell him that Angel sent you and needs help.

The Devil of Hermannplatz.

He was an urban myth.

A superhuman.

He had his rituals.

That Angel wanted to reactivate the connection,

after she'd sucked him dry,

was something nobody had ever even dared to dream.

It's the savages of time.

They all just want to consume.

Have you seen my bed chains yet?

Ah, that's good.

That's good, yeah. Swing me.

Yeah, swing me hard.

Now swing me real hard!

Now, swing me!

Give it all you got!

Come on, more power!

Cowboy? Cowboy, I'll get you down.

Pain is a massage for the molecules of a Free Swinger.

I was once again open to the desires of stagnated individuals.

My boy.

Are you in pain?

Nope.

Rally participants sign up at the track tomorrow.

Not here.

And I don't need any expired hash. - All good, my boy.

Something huge is coming for you.

Apocalypse.

A-po-ca-lypse.

Are you ready?

This will be hard for you.

I'm your father.

You

are my son.

You have my energy.

No. That's not at all true.

My father's an artist.

A dancer

at the Bolshoi.

Dancer?

Till the next time.

My son!

We're not here to achieve perfection.

Snow is perfect. The moon. But not us.

We're here to love the wrong women. Do you understand me?

You understand me.

Anthropocentrically, I'd hit Cowboy with S&M hallucinogens.

I extracted them from frogs back in the day.

It's cold. We're alone.

The world is sad, sinister and cruel.

No riders get through. OK?

Close the window, it smells sulfurous.

I'm key to the most important change.

The people need something to believe in.

Even if only it's only the belief.

The Water of Love is a start.

Now for the charitable deed.

We need to learn to endure the battle without the need for victory.

I had to win the hearts of the people.

Cowboy.

Hey, I'm a fan of yours.

I do promotion too.

Big smile.

Dude, this place is phat.

Sorry.

Write this down, a fresh quote.

With this rally, I'm establishing my holistic bike courier service.

Without cars, this city will stink less.

Fewer people will suffer from asthma. - Cool.

Free Swinger Water is hitting the market, big time!

That means change.

Because water transmits information.

It even has a memory.

And Free Swinger Water is the purest conscience.

The water is so soft,

it even cleanses the darkest depths of the abyss.

Did you copy that? - No. I don't have a pen.

Whoever reaches the finish line today gets some real paid work.

The first gets a solar eco-car,

and the whole project gets a massive grant.

Let's do it!

The Three Tornadoes.

Former tightrope walkers.

Where's the third one? - They couldn't catch him.

Is this our new gig?

It's not a gig, it could be our new job.

Cycling?

I'm a born somersaulter, not a pedal monkey.

That's Taxi Chem.

He used to be a taxi driver

and now he has discovered therapeutic cycling.

I clean up the mess in Görlitzer Park every morning. Voluntarily, of course.

I also breed dicks in Mitte.

Are you listening, you fuck?

Lord Damage and his BMX crew,

you know them already.

Hey, Cowboy. - Hey, Lenker.

Well, what do you think?

An edible bamboo bike.

You just have to cook it.

Great you found someone else.

He was in love with me for years.

But he kept forgetting what I'd said about our future,

and kept calling at night.

But...

I admit it.

I admit it...

I have a problem myself.

The question is which one.

Damn it. Which one was it?

That's Carrier Pigeon.

He who wishes to clean up the world's filth,

must first start with himself.

"I'll do this rally, even in very heavy rain."

"Just for you!"

"Then you'll get it!"

What's that?

The weltschmerz.

WORLD INHALATION COUNTDOWN

START - FINISH LINE

Keep driving, asshole.

Fucking asshole!

Hey man, what's wrong?

Asshole!

Take your monkey business elsewhere.

I'm volunteering.

You have a dick plantation.

You grow dicks from the soil like mushrooms.

My dear friend,

now you have to sing the dick song.

I pull the dick out of the louse

You are my mouse

Come inside my dick house.

Sing it now.

Some downpour, huh? - Rain makes the flowers bloom.

They were overtaking me.

This guy was holding me back.

I was out of order.

Ordering my cleaning service and then running them off the road.

And when we're naughty,

clouds begin to form.

Fucking karma clouds.

But we still put the pedal to the metal

with a burning passion.

Burning for change.

Radiating healing vibes.

Curing the insanity of normality.

We were leaving time behind.

And this standstill in time was our fortune.

Still in gastronomy, Tschickie?

I just met Cowboy, he's on his way to the top!

He's full of great stories and ideas. He's changing the world, a visionary.

You seem to have lost your way a bit.

Just regurgitating the same old idea.

You were the man back then, a real hotshot

with fire in your eyes.

You had balls, now you've had the chop.

What happened to my old Quicky Tschickie?

Too slow for the fast lane, too fast for the slow one.

But there's no more middle lane. The world has changed.

We could catch up with time, but we couldn't overtake it.

The countdown to world inhalation continued.

Look how fast it spins.

See?

Bothersome waves filled the air.

There was motion in my inner ocean.

If you've had some guy at your door claiming to be your dad,

you're allowed to take a little detour to go and clear things up.

I just didn't foresee the nymphomaniac chieftain

of the Kreuzberg Ladycops to be hiding outside.

Mom, you always told everyone Dad was a dancer.

It's true, right?

Your father was a dancer.

Tell me.

The birdies...

Do they have enough to eat?

They want to see Elvis too.

Good afternoon.

It's nice of you to visit her.

I think the medication is slowly taking effect.

You're no longer your mother's guardian.

You missed the consultation.

May I introduce government counselor, Mrs. Strunzhardt.

Good afternoon. Strunzhardt.

Mrs. Strunzhardt would like to move your mother to the Mute Fish Hospice,

or... - Caber Tossing.

Exactly, the Caber Tossing Hospice.

Cowboy!

Lenker.

Lenker, it's all a bunch of phoney baloney. Don't ride with them.

Sometimes you have to take a side road to realize.

I was fooling myself.

Man. Why?

Why did I do a course

in rapid fuckwit detection?

To detect fuckwits like you.

It's fucks like you who ruined Berlin, you fuck!

And your stupid storm, it's all just attention seeking.

They all came for you.

And you...

You're using them!

He's using you!

Are you listening? You're being used!

There. I've said it, Cowboy.

Lenker, what's wrong? What's wrong?

I have to...

No. I have to get going. You don't know...

They're using my mom as a guinea pig.

Cowboy?

Cowboy, you didn't even give me a good licking out!

We're not done here. You didn't even lick me out.

Do you sell birdies?

OK, the birdie thing will have to wait.

I have to catch up.

Carrier Pigeon is already here.

But where are the others?

They can't be too far ahead.

Where are you headed?

The racetrack is over there.

Shortcut! Pedal!

Life is a trapeze.

No, life is not a trapeze.

Life is responsibility. Security.

Life is control.

OK, one more time.

But you have to concentrate.

Listen.

I pull the dick out of the louse

You are my mouse

Come inside my dick house.

Psycho! I've had it.

Hey, Chem, I'm hardcore.

He's a little highly-strung.

Horrible.

He had a fucked-up childhood.

Alright, bro. Gotta run.

Tschickie, we had a vision, we had dreams.

Now you look like the guy they fire out of the cannon at the fair.

Two left hands, ten thumbs and no vision.

Cowboy's living our dream.

He's blasting out fireworks

and he's reinventing the wheel.

I'm on Cowboy's side.

Free Swinger hammocks.

It doesn't even swing.

It doesn't swing.

Is this the route?

There's not a single bike or racer in sight.

I didn't think you'd be this good.

How did you do it?

Meditation.

Karma. And the S&M bullwhip.

Our friendship is unfinished.

Forever.

Did you just say

S&M?

Look at me for a very short time.

Butt. Plug.

Cowboy.

Here, it'll kill the currywurst stench.

We need to talk.

You left us all eating dust.

That's what we assumed.

What happened to your outfit?

I'll buy you something nice, OK?

Fey, my mom... - I know.

I know everything, Cowboy, but...

Now it's time to think about yourself.

We packed up all your things, except for your Free Swinger Water machine.

You should do that, I didn't want to mess it up.

You've wasted your energy here in Kreuzberg.

Berliners are beat, out of juice, but they have puffed-out cheeks.

But you're the diamond in the rough.

We already have our first international contract. Imagine...

Desert farming,

desalting the oceans,

and saving cute baby seals with...

with your own hands.

And Cowboy,

Innumerable mini cowboys and girls

all carrying on our vision.

I gotta go.

Hey, get out of the way!

Hey, get out of the way!

Boss?

Boss?

Check this out.

I found it.

In Has... Hasen...

I found it in the Hasenheide.

It's awesome, it's a flamethrower.

Free me from the big circle in the right corner...

Free me from the big circle in the right corner...

BUSTED!

Where can I find the Devil of Hermannplatz?

What's up, redneck? Never seen the devil before?

What hideous news do you bring from your world?

Angel sent me.

There's this Kreuzberg guy, Cowboy.

A do-gooder, a humanitarian.

He distributes water, and walks on it.

Why? - Why what?

Angel has a boyfriend, why not him?

I don't do friends.

Such nonsense.

You think I don't care because I'm the Devil of Hermannplatz.

I could be the Devil of...

heaven knows what.

Angel.

Angel, you beast!

You beast!

You beast.

Very well.

I'll do it

for Angel.

But only for her.

You're not my dad. He was a dancer at the Bolshoi!

Buy bed chains instead!

You get it now, Cowboy?

It's every man for himself.

I'd better be going.

Are you kidding me?

You owe me big time for dealing with your shit.

That's at least an Aperol spritz.

Or champagne, a Dom Ruinart rosé.

No, I know...

An Henri Bourgeois Sancerre.

Off you go.

I'm not too flush, but the discount store has a nice white.

Third-class wine, rather palatable.

That'd wet the whistle nicely, right?

Cowboy, what's wrong?

Sweetie. Hello?

Cowboy. - Lenker.

What happened?

No idea.

Get up. I'll help you.

One, two, three...

I got you, Cowboy.

I got you.

It's fine.

Get up!

I can't do it. - You can.

Can you smell it?

The fields and meadows? The flowers of Hasenheide?

Lenker.

Cowboy.

You'll be fine.

Hold on, we're almost there. Hold on.

Quit it. It's not working.

Cowboy.

Mommy.

Poodle. - Mommy.

Where are you taking me?

Why the hell are we bumming around here?

Hey, get out of the way!

They left days ago.

Cowboy's got this.

No way, it only took me 15 minutes.

Where are they?

Cowboy can do anything he puts his mind to.

There he is! - No!

Free Swingers.

We're not just gonna settle wherever there's space.

These self-interested opportunists.

They're manipulating the laws of nature.

That's why the earth rebels by giving us natural disasters.

All because a certain few want it all.

Don't let them privatize our water.

What next? Air?

Patented world inhalation?

And where are the bees supposed to go when the flowers get a headache?

And the polar bears when the icecaps melt?

It's all part of a self-regulating community of organisms.

We shouldn't disrupt that.

No to patented plants, animals and humans!

Let's celebrate diversity.

Plant. Protect. Be guerrilla gardeners!

Every one of you is perfect.

Not one snowflake is the same.

Be thankful!

Live your dream and enlighten those who don't understand.

Love is the savior, it connects us all.

Cowboy, you're an honest soul, man. We love you!

We need more like him, because only with a pure conscience

can a hundred other thousand convince to understand

that they also have one.

As you can see, the agency has a promising future with Cowboy.

Where did he go?

Where is he?

Cowboy will now...

You can't just let the icecaps melt.

Cowboy's gone on ahead, he's gone to solve the world's problems.

There's been a huge misunderstanding.

We're taking care of your mother.

That's as certain as there is water in the ocean.

From this day forth, all persons here present

are now official couriers for the Agency for World Inhalation.

I've had it.

I'm sick of being a brainless consumer. You hear me?

I'm gonna do my bit like everyone else.

Gimme a homebrew!

Homebrew!

Something is rotten.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark!

Ah, look at the bridge.

Isn't it beautiful?

I live over the other side with the other misfits.

Where we live the Free Swinger life.

We find new ways.

Only thusly can reality be expanded.

And when we hit a wall,

then

we brush it aside.

Mom and I

were never handed anything on a plate.

So, that's tomorrow's water orders sorted.

Let's see what the charity event brought in.

For your mamushka.

Man, I hope it's enough.

Was my speech a bit crap or what?

It was good, but you're not a politician, you know?

Luckily, I had my leathers on.

Tschickie is out of the picture and Angel is now single.

Her having the title of a beauty queen

works well for me.

And the Devil of Hermannplatz.

High nobility.

The Supreme Prince of Darkness.

He's always single.

But Angel knew how to seduce him.

I completed the charity event.

Work and flowery air for everyone!

What's more, I have my two guarantors with me.

A Brazilian beauty queen.

And the Devil of Hermannplatz.

Evening.

I know this gentleman.

Through other members.

Man, still not enough for her.

OK, come.

Nobody tells the truth anyway. Mommy needs some decent clothes.

Welcome.

As this evening's water sommelier,

We have water from the Tasmanian Islands,

ethically sourced,

with free-swinging molecules.

Water?

I wasn't hoping to wash, I'd love a drink.

So, Mom, who's really my father?

That old hippie, Sweet Pepper?

Or Stardust?

The guy who kept calling about the milk bill?

So my dad is a dancer.

After all this, I learned that the world doesn't want to be saved.

It wants to be loved.

It wants to have been loved.

This is the only way we can save it.

Mom fell asleep that night, revitalized.

She didn't awake.

She was content, dancing with the stars.

Time

can catch us up, but not overtake us,

because death is just a figment of life.

A free soul never dies.

R. I. P. MOM

Way Film Translation Matthew Way