Somehow

You're right, it's like that.

You're right, it's like that.

I'm not really...

I'm not present the way I should be, maybe.

You are already there, where I'm not.

You've only just arrived there, where I am not…

Should we continue there?

Anyway watch out.

Let's go!

Forward, right?

No we go forward!

Attack forward!

Keep on driving.

A weird thing on the windshield.

Wasp or mayfly. I don't know.

Completely squashed.

Riding along with us.

Maybe just like me.

What are your plans?

I don't know.

Neither do I know you.

Long live Belgium!

Yeah, cheers.

Here's fine, right?

You like it?

Take it.

What's your name? What's your name?

I want your telephone number!

Two beers please.

Go on, play, play!

Come on, sit down.

All good?

All good or what?

All good or what?

Another round for me!

What's that?

- These are tattoos. - These are tattoos.

Yes.

- These are tattoos. - These are tattoos.

- Do you have a tattoo? - Yes, here.

This is a tattoo!

Here is a tattoo, she's a tatoo!

In body and soul!

Fuck!

You're okay?

No one will find us here.

Just disappear.

In this huge field.

And now?

Nothing matters right now.

And I have no idea what will happen.

Why not?

Give me that thing!

I said give it to me!

You don't know who I am, do you?

Well then, think real hard.

Am I famous? Am I notorious?

Am I dangerous? Don't be a buzzkiller.

Everyone's afraid of me, even the constable Dimpfelmoser!

Seppel, that's a very stupid idea!

The robber Hotzenplotz will recognize us anyway.

- No he won't. - Yes he will!

He won't!

Look to the left.

Give it to me, I say!

It's sand!

Fine, shabby, ordinary sand!

Am I famous?

Am I notorious?

Don't be a buzzkiller.

Everyone's afraid of me, even the constable Dimpfelmoser!

That's exactly who I am, the robber Hotzenplotz.

And now don't play games here, because I don't like that!

So, give me that coffee grinder!

Now we're talking!

Now sit over there and calmly count to 999.

Well! Wake up my boy!

Bye bye Robber Hotzenplotz, well played.

- Do you smoke? - Yes, sometimes.

Not good.

Ciao.

Am I famous?

- Awesome. You need help? - It's alright.

Wait, I have a flashlight.

Ah, stop fucking around!

Fuck you! Fuck you, man!

I'm terrified of rats.

Fuck you, what's in there?

Do you think they have a shower?

Still haven't seen one.

Haven't seen one!

I asked you if they have a damn shower?!

Mhm, yummy!

Over here! Fucking awesome!

Can you drive?

Don't feel like driving anymore, your turn.

Nah!

What, nah?

I can't.

Forget it.

Forget it!

I can't.

- I can't. - Its your turn, damn it!

Fuck you, fuck you!

Where is the fucking key?

Fuck.

Fuck off. No shit, I drove all the fucking way.

Fuck off, fuck off.

Take your fucking hands away, I'm serious...

You got a bump.

No way. You knew that, didn't you? Did you knew it?

Come here, it won't be that easy!

Fuck off, not in the but crack! I hate you!

Sit down. Please, I can't take it anymore.

You're gonna learn now.

Come on.

You've never driven before?

Are you kidding me? Put the key in, turn it!

- Right foot! - I can't drive!

Fuck you, right foot in!

Foot on it, man, are you stupid?!

Push your right foot down hard... yes, like that.

No, fuck, the left one!

Ok, my mistake. Sorry.

Push left foot through... No wait, first push the foot through, That was good!

Come on, push the foot down hard now.

All the way through!

Now turn the key and slowly let it go.

Let go. Good!

Yeah, just put your foot on the gas! Keep going,

It's running! Good!

Come on, you're doing it!

Oh the hand...

We forgot the break.

Ok, one more time.

Step on it!

Hit the can! We're hitting it!

I baptize you in this name:

I don't know!

Old man I gotta confess.

No... Father, I have to confess.

I've...

I've done a lot of shit in my life.

When I was five, I called my neighbour a son of a bitch.

Several times I...

I cheated on my former girlfriend.

The mum of my child, you know?

Actually I always screwed up everything what she...

Or what we had imagined together.

We wanted to get married in Paris.

And I fucked around with another woman two weeks later.

That was immediately obvious, everything was always immediately obvious.

I told my son that I love him, although I...

Although I didn't even feel anything at the birth, at all.

I cut the umbilical cord and they had to tell me where, because I could not look.

I like to play football with him, father.

But...

And I love him but I don't know what love is.

I just don't know.

And maybe...

That's the reason for the trip. Perhaps.

Perhaps.

I love you more than anyone else in the world.

But I just don't know how this is supposed to work.

You are the only person...

That I want to love.

God damn it.

I'm so fucking sorry.

I'm so fucking sorry.

That I'm such an idiot.

I hate myself.

I love you.

But I just have to go.

Awesome!

Awesome! Just like Baloo the bear!

What the fuck?

Fuck!

Hola!

Hello?

Hello?

Yes, it's me.

I know, can I speak to him for a second?

I know.

Just let me speak to him for a second, ok?

Just fuck you, fuck you.

Fuck you!

Shit!

Shit. Quiete shitty, yes.

Hep!

Get up! Up, up!

Last ball, I have to go home.

Penalty, come on! Penalty?

One shot. And if you score, you get fries. With ketchup.

No I have to go now.

- Seriously. - I'll be grounded.

Nonsense.

You're wearing slippers? That one doesn't count.

Fries?

Yes.

Okay.