Utopia (Das ferne Land Utopia)

I have to go to the clinic... the new patient.

I'll pick you up afterwards.

Help! Help!

Let go of me! Asshole!

Help!

Bastard!

Put some makeup on.

Stop sobbing.

I said stop sobbing and put on some makeup!

I won't do this anymore!

Shut the fuck up and put on some makeup.

- Or do you want some more? - Just you wait!

I'll kill you.

What is it you still want from me?

- That's the spirit. - Son of a bitch!

Don't forget your fucking lips.

Cut it! Stop your damn crying...

or I'll make you black and blue.

You took everything from me...

I'll kill you! Just wait!

I don't want this anymore, got it!?

No, I just couldn't take it anymore.

In a small town everyone knows everyone.

Plus, he's married with two kids,

the youngest being only 3 years old.

Again and again he told me, he'd get a divorce.

Again and again I believed him.

It's sad when you've got no luck at all.

Yes, men sometimes take advantage of these things.

Is this your first trip to Berlin?

Yes.

I made myself a promise: Now, I want to live!

Good.

Are we there already?

We should be there soon...

...in about 10 minutes.

We have a slight delay.

- Do you mind if I open the window? - Not at all.

How should I know? ...with that weather.

How should I know why the men stay away.

They run around all day... a trade fair here, a fair there

only here it's quiet.

It's a disgrace.

Last month, there was action... top notch!

I have not one Mark in the bank. Uschi, can I have a cigarette?

Shit... damn it, I'm fat.

It doesn't fit anymore.

What am I supposed to wear?

There's no way to buy a new blouse

in this crappy joint.

Business here is dead anyway, but try to tell that to him!

"No tricks, no dough!"

I can't even send something to my little Klaus.

Yesterday, a letter came from the shelter.

No way! I will do anything

but not like that. I clear out!

Yeah, yeah. Don't I know it!

Remember Inge?

How she suddenly had no face anymore?

Clear out, my ass! He thought her a lesson.

Not on my watch.

I'll clear out. I'll find something nice.

You've got balls!

I'm not here to knit socks. I'll pack my stuff and beat it.

Hello!

Sorry. No money was received on your account thus far.

Oh, I see...

But my divorced husband has to wire the money.

20.000 Marks.

My lawyer told me so.

I'm sorry, no money was received.

Strange.

You know, I'd like to open up a beauty salon

and therefore I need a loan.

Gladly! Please refer to our loan division.

- The clerk is over there. - Sorry, my check card...

Yes, can I have your old card? I'll have a look.

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Did you buy the apartment?

- Strange people. - Strange.

This room will be divided.

I'll make two rooms out of it.

Damn, we can't break through here. It's a load-bearing wall.

Fucking shit!

Shitload of work to do.

The neighbors? Won't they complain?

Nonsense! What neighbors?

There are only law offices, after 7 they are closed.

And the two seniors are as good as dead.

...seven... OK, seven.

Shitload of work.

Those leeches want additional 10.000 for fixtures and fittings.

Fuck me sideways.

Down there I want the socket!

Here, the samples. These are not as expensive.

So? What should I do?

As I told you, colourful wallpaper and the small room plain blue!

Where's the fucking blue?

Miss! The pipe is fucked up, just as I thought.

The boiler... forget it!

Just take a look.

Hollow! Can't even bang a nail into it.

Well, you could. But it would destroy the wall.

Fucking hell!

- What about that? - No problem, I'm on it.

- What about the boiler? - What about the wallpaper?

Shove it! I told you countless times, yet here you are again!

The boiler...

Eh, just leave it there!

You're still here? Get lost!

I don't need your wallpaper!

By tomorrow I want different wallpaper!

Did you at least call the electrician?

Tomorrow morning he can come.

How's it going, boss?

Going OK, going OK.

Do you want the flap here or on the other side?

On the right!

CLUB ARENA 1st FLOOR

Excuse me, what kind of club is this going to be?

A club, what else?

Yeah, a club.

Of course, a club.

In here!

Tilt it!

Where to?

First floor, to the right! Door's open.

- Do you want the console in the bar? - Don't talk shit!

In the hallway!

Stay! You're only standing in our way.

Renate.

Monika.

No, no! Does this look like the registration office?

A man is supposed to pay money for you. Start over again!

With a friendly smile! This is business!

Monika.

What is this, huh?

Imagine something, think of something, think of...

...whatever. Something fun, dammit!

That's how you wanna turn tricks?

It's about the turnover! Guys wanna get their money's worth, dammit!

Monika.

Well, that's better.

Rosi.

That's it! A real pro. Very good!

Helga.

What are you chewing?

Nothing... chewing gum.

And what's that?

Once and for all, get rid of the fucking gum.

No smoking in here, only outside!

Maybe the customer is non-smoker!

When will you realize what this is about? Business!

You get your money so that the customer can use you.

But this is no brothel, it's a club!

Extravagant! Sleek atmosphere! Style!

The customer is supposed to feel at ease.

This way, no one's gonna get a hard-on.

Now, get rid of it!

Next!

Susi.

Goddammit, keep the door closed!

How is the customer supposed to feel? Save and free! Hence, close the door!

You got that, once and for all?

Good.

Now for business.

Intercourse: 120.

French with: 130.

Without: 150.

You come in first.

Renate deals with the prices.

Once a customer has chosen, Renate gives the price.

Extras are calculated separately.

Monika and Rosi can live here for now.

And what about me?

Why? I thought you've got a flat?

OK, stay here. There's enough room.

What about you?

No need.

I have my own place.

I want you dressed and ready at 6:30 sharp.

Business is open till 4 or 5.

The more drinks the higher the turnover.

Drinks a customer orders for you are calculated as an extra.

Aaw, that's neat.

To Bangkok for 2.200 Marks.