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 sobbingand put on some makeup!
i won't do this anymore! shut the fuck upand 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 everyoneknows 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'vegot no luck at all. yes, men sometimes takeadvantage 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 knowwhy 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 wasaction... 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 somethingto my little klaus. yesterday, a lettercame 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 suddenlyhad no face anymore? clear out, my ass!he thought her a lesson. not on my watch. i'll clear out. i'll findsomething 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 receivedon your account thus far. oh, i see... but my divorced husbandhas 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 toopen up a beauty salon and therefor i need a loan. gladly! please refer toour loan division. - the clerk is over there.- sorry, my check card... yes, can i have yourold card? i'll have a look. any such information canonly be connotative because in it, stylistic devicesof all 3 levels are present. this common connotationof different style elements accompanies the denotationof a text or the section of a text.
this characteristic enables youto read stylistic features as the verbalization ofconnotative synonyms for a text. the overall style of a text iscomposed of the stylistic features, which is defined as a combination ofit's hierarchically graded semantic informations on thelevel of lexis, grammar and phonetics. the style of the text can nowbe grasped more precisely as a combination of the differentconnotative synonyms as they are thematized in it's style features:lexical, grammatical and phonetical. the concept of the style features,semantically defined as
the connotative synonymes ofdifferent style elements, marks the key link betweenstructural and functional stylistics. 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 seniorsare as good as dead. ...seven... ok, seven. shitload of work. those leeches want additional 10.000for 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, colorful wallpaperand 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 wantdifferent wallpaper!
did you at leastcall the electrician? tomorrow morning he can come. how's it going, boss? going ok, going ok. do you want the flap hereor on the other side? on the right! club arena1st floor excuse me, what kindof 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 onlystanding in our way.
renate. monika. no, no! does this look likethe registration office? a man is supposed to paymoney for you. start over again! with a friendly smile!this is business! 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 wannaget their money's worth, dammit! 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 thisis about? business! you get your money so thatthe customer can use you. but this is no brothel,it's a club! extravagant! sleek atmosphere! style! the customer issupposed to feel at ease. this way, no one's gonnaget 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? 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 canlive 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 readyat 6:30 sharp. business is open till 4 or 5. the more drinksthe higher the turnover. drinks a customer orders for youare calculated as an extra. aaw, that's neat. to bangkok for 2.200 marks. nice.
that's a holiday! turn it off. i said, turn it off! turn it off! hey, don't take that tone with me! i work for myself not for you!get it? can i have a cognac? as initiation? no way.whoever wants a drink, pays. but if i'm thirstyi got to drink something.
past 10 and still no dime made. i need a drink on that shock. you know the kitchen? you know what's there? water! more than enough for you. this is a business! get it? whoever wants a drink, pays.are we clear? what's the time?
a quarter to eleven. eleven, i see! great! i thought this is a business? they will come. they are boozing. no one visits a whore sober. dumb cackling, that's what you do. did i make any money till now?so what? i don't complain.
but it's me who runs the show. what are you doing? you shoot your mouths off! what do i get? a few measly percent! but i don't complain. do you have any ideahow much i've invested in this? i have to spell outeverything for you. customers want to buy for set prices. i don't need to explainwhat that means.
scumbags, bigwigs... ... all kinds of pigs and greaseballs. if they pay for it... suit yourselves. everything's fine. if it's going nicely we can easily make 90.000 a month! then you can do as you like. buy stuff, book a vacation... jewelry and shit like that, whatever.
go on a vacation? really? of course.i was in mallorca a few times. it's great, i tell you! another thing. get it into your thick heads that... if one of you tries... even makes an attempt to cash in behind my back i'll kill her!
stone-cold! always the big talk. we want our money! that's it!- shut it! i'm not done. i don't like your interruptions. once in a while peoplewill show up... preachers... talking about getting you out of here. nutcases.
cheese balls talking about marriage. they are utter sleaze. got it? stay away from these types. have you ever heard that one of those pricksmarried one of your kind? ask her. real pros. it begins.
if you're not picked,work the bar otherwise renate. good evening!- how many are you? we? two. go in there. where is he?- in his room. good. come in one by one.rosi's first. but he said i should stay here. he said 'if you're not picked'.
what should we do now? scared of work? if you can't stand itjust hold your breath. it only takes two minutes. a friend of mine.he's visiting and, umm... ...he want's to enjoy himself. you can choose. intercourse: 120, french with: 130,without: 150. which one shall it be?
what's the name of the blonde lady?- rosi. well, umm.my friend would like this lady. how do you want it?intercourse or 'french with'? or without. no. intercourse. and what about you? well, you're all very beautiful. i... i would like too, but... ... i'm a diabetic.
it's a wearisome illness. well! back in the day,i used to be a ladies' man. should i wait outside? we have a bar.you can wait there. that will be 120. it's the next room.i'll be there in a second. what? i brought something.
ok. leave it over there. rosi!- yes? persuade him into buying something.cognac, beer or something. i will try. and be nice. do you want a drink? i... i don't know. do i have to? well, if you want something?- if you'd buy me a piccolo...
that'd be gracious. how much is a piccolo?- do you want something as well? thank you but i don't drink. pity! it's not expensive.a piccolo is 8,50. ok...? won't you get undressed? i need to clean it. that's not necessary. it doesn't matter.
you need to drop your pants.i have to clean it. nice, huh? please don't... not like that. stop it. please, don't. how beautiful you are. goddammit! damn!
god! god... great. he has his headaches. get ready for something. what headaches? piercing, stabbing pain. comes from the constant fights. so? he should go to the doctor then. they only tell him there's no use.
whatever. but afterwards he snaps, goes crazy. how long have you known him? how long? i was about 20 wheni met the asshole. well... many years, many beatings. he beat me black and blue,just like it suited him. that's his thing...
breaking people. he's done it. he took everything from me... ... everything. stop! if he notices! that's my problem. hey... how did it happen? i mean... how did you meet him?just like that? you won't rat me out, right?
me? i'd never do that! goodbye. what a fat drunken fuck. keeps on poking, endlessly. a dick like a can welded shut. what kind of work is this? don't you know?you gotta take it with your hand. there he can poke around'til kingdom comes. with your hand? how?
just like that... and he's happy. but... he'll notice. not if he's shitfaced like that. and if you get caught just tell him: 'nonsense! here it is!' nice trick. gotta remember that one. should i go?- meh, yeah. go. we'll follow. what's up?
i'm going out... business. if someone calls,i'll be back around 3:30. don't forget it. and the others shouldn't sleep all day. die. motherfucker. are you in charge of advertising? can you tell me who fucked this up? arena: first class bar, eclecticprogram, exclusive atmosphere.
something's missing, dammit! and there's a printing error as well. the word 'club' first off all. where is it? i definitly wrote it on the form:'club arena' in bold letters, right at the top. second, the phone numbershould be just as big. why else am i paying for the ad? is that necessary?your constant smoking.
since when does it bug you? something crawled up your ass? i think he's a decent guy. get's up early.he's out doing business. don't underestimate that. if you think so. but he's not doing it for us. we're like disposable bottles to him. throwaway...
clever. he's clever, alright. but you've got to expect the worst. the main thing is thatwe get our money. does he pay out monthly or weekly? i don't get it. if it's true what you're saying, why do you stick with him? fuck... empty.
are you in love with him? love. love? what's that? i was working at a restaurantwhen i met him. as a waitress. he came by every day, sitting there. eating dinner, having a beer... he always looked at me like that... but he never smiled.
i don't think he's capable. once, after work, on my way home... i stayed with a friend... suddenly he's there... he didn't even look at me... he just asked ifi want to go for a drink. i thought 'why not'... it was nice. a small bar...
we sat there for a long timebut he didn't talk much. all of a sudden he said: 'i like you a lot.' he told me why he alwayscame to the restaurant. because of me. and that he's a mechanic.but he never worked in his live. he always had time.every day he picked me up. really nice. one day it was pouring.
there he was. soaking wet,no umbrella. with flowers... waiting for me. that's when i fell in love. a few times we went to the movies. i picked the movies.he never objected. in the cinema he acted strange. he never payed attention to the movie. like... his mind was somewhere else. when i touched his hand,he pulled it away.
he even put it in his pocket. and he looked at me strangely. dammit. if only someone had told me what he's up to. he only thought about it. ...only about it. don't touch me! take your hands off me.
bitch. you will tell him everything anyway.or you... or you! snitches. you're all his snitches, right? oh, come on.- let me... calm down. we're all buddies. half a year later hesent me street-walking. not even half a year... sorry. i didn't mean it.
renate! here... put it in the kitchen. are the others still sleeping?they shall lend you a hand. go! put it away. this in the fridge. the flowers are for the parlour. but we don't have a vase. shut up and do it. you look like shit.
susi is lucky. at least during the dayshe can do what she wants. i should get a flat as well a flat? you're crazy! do you have money on the side? here, the room and boarding is free. at least that wayit spares some money. i don't know... in the long run... i stay here.
rosi is right. all we need we have here. maybe in the future...a real fancy place. after i have the moneyi need for the beauty salon. the banker told me with 20.000 i would have a real chance on an accommodation. done. i wrote my boy the first real letter.
he'll be thrilled. wanna hear it? how old is he? klaus? 6... almost 7, i think.approximately. and the father?- father? don't know... back then i was working atone of those new 24/7-places. all of a sudden i got an infection and had to drop the pill. in my scatty way ihad a man do it without...
it can happen to anyone. sure! i tried everythingbut nothing worked... a bit of blood, that was it.too late... and there he was, little klaus. four months i could go on working, then it hurted more and more. no one noticed it.i conjure up excuses... and all of a sudden i was fired.in the middle of the night. hi! i'm late. you look lovely.
the others ready as well? oh, there you are. i said 6 o'clock,dressed and all set. jesus, chill out.i'll be dressed in a jiffy. you get on my nerves.i'm not your wife! shut your fucking face!i'm in charge! fuck off! what a jerk! get's all pissy.
what's his problem? do you save electricityfor him as well? it's freezing today.especially at my place. the heating doesn't work. the super is a jerk as wellbut i set him straight. did you read that? some guy stabs a woman and only gets sentenced to 3 years. there!
"desperate worker stabsgirlfriend out of jealousy" "3 years in jail" take a look around! everyone with a say hastwo balls dangling on him. it's a patriarchy! a man kills, a man finds him notguilty a man defends him in the paper. makes me wanna puke! that's the way it is. jeez! don't you get it?
imagine a woman stabbing a man. that would make her a monster.10 years at least! everyone's babbling about emancipation. hah! who benefitted from it? the cunts in power! they get it shoved up their asses! we, though... eh, what do you know? you sit around in herewhile there's a war going on!
you've got a screw loose, huh? is this our problem? you make big speeches... how can you change it? no wonder he beats you sillyand takes you to the cleaners. she's totally submissive to himand talks just like him. she's on his side.no wonder, she's his lady. what's going on? hen party? look! some guy killed his girland got away with 3 years.
so what? what are you waiting for?get dressed! did someone stab you? go to work. 'go to work' don't take that tone with me! i work when it's convenient for me! asshole! piece of shit! give me my moneyor i call the cops, fucker!
you want your money? i see! so, you wanna get out? are you sure? fuck you! i'll expose you! but first... ...i'll fuck up your business. i'm done. give me my money.right now! how much is it?
300? take it and fuck off! you want to call the cops?i'll fuck you up! you work here! yes and no!understood? get dressed right now! are we clear? what are you waiting for? go to work! come on. clean up.
you'll survive it. we all have to go througha hassle like that. he really battered her. could be worse. why won't she keep her mouth shut? talk won't do anything. my jacket... are you crazy? if you walk away, he'll kill you.
cowards!you're nothing but cowards! just look at yourselves. just look at yourselves! you're nothing but meat stock! you... you whores! what is it now? who wants some more? susi... she's gone! what are you gaping at?
back to work! make me something to eat. do you want fried eggs? something to eat!stop questioning! what time is it? way too early. it's barely 7. the way he messed her up... he's got to be insane... you think she's gonna call the cops?
what'd happen then? calling the cops? no way. if she did, she couldpack and leave. she would be marked.they would even piss on her grave. still... you've got to hand it to her. she has guts. guts, hah! if your keen on a beating... she couldn't even walk upright. we have to be careful.
renate is on his side.she's his snitch! she'll tell him everything. put it over here. i thought, maybe you'd like a beer..- it's ok. now, who do you want? her. yep. you. intercourse? french, with or without? i'll arrange it wih her.or are you the boss?
there's no boss...so, how do you want it? i want it my way.- special wishes are an extra cost. is she deaf and mute?- we'll manage. so you know, i don't want to bang you.no touching either. catch my drift?how much? depends... if you... 150, ok?- alright. where? right here?- in the next room. the money...
wait here, i'll be right back. that guy scares me. he doesn't wanna do anything... don't worry, you'll be fine. you'll have more guys like that. can you give me 50? there's a weird guy. i think he wants nothing at all...i told him it's 150. ok?- you're dumb.
tell him it's 200 now. get lost! 200! you obviously can'tthink for yourself. but...- never mind! if a customer wantsa special, it's 200. you owe me 50 marks. that's a gun! are you... police? give it to me.
it's 200. i see! your boss told you so, huh? extras... something else is 200. don't! what are youwearing underneath? nothing, why?- turn around. stay that way! if you're police, i know nothing!- shut up! turn around. pull the slip down. further.
you're a cop after all. pretty expensive. imagine, me wearing this.i'll buy it, for the holidays. then i'll send him a picture.let him see how well i'm doing. but i make no turnover.i earn nothing and i'll get nothing. oh, silly! that's not how it works. the money gets shared among us. everyone has a bad dayonce in a while. sometimes helga, sometimes renate.
or me. still, everyone gets a fair share. i really try hard. is it my fault they don'twant to do it with me? don't worry. you look nice and slim. maybe you can try different clothing?a different style? and i would change the make-up. side parting, that's your style. he's very generous.
looks like it. another weirdo who'sonly using his head. the 50 marks. where are they? how was yours? you've got anything to say?- just a crying type. tomorrow... i want you on time! i'll haul you to thehealth department. 7 o'clock! we need some money.
money? what money? to buy some stuff. this and that. do you think i have moneycoming out of my ass? business isn't doing well. i have to pay for expenses.ads, rent, drinks, the phone, the car. are you kidding?we earned good money. piece of shit!you've earned nothing! that's what you deserve! don't hit her!- that's what you deserve!
shall i get a wet cloth? wait... just wait. go, we'll be right there. i'd rather wait for you. hey! ready? goodbye, doctor!- goodbye. good morning renate. come on in.how are you doing? oh dear! what happenedto you this time?
doesn't look too good. girl, i don't get it. why don't you come to your senses? i climb in my car, slip and hitmy head on the steering wheel. we moved, you know? really fancy. don't tell me stories. was it a john, or... no... not a john.
hey doc, is this my postcard?from last year? the one on the right? i get so many cards from you.where were you? tunisia. maybe this year i'll go to morocco.i'll send you a card. can't he take us homebefore taking a leak? home... you can twiddle yourthumbs here just as well. the doctor was nice. he right away knewthat i'm new to this.
can i have a cigarette?i've forgotten mine. here, finish it. if both of us smoke, he'll get mad. come on! right in my face! i haven't even had coffee yet. why did they take a blood sample? usually, only before an operationyou have to go empty. close the door, it's drafty. i'm fed up with yourconstant nagging.
dammit, where is he?runs off and leaves us here... there he is. too bad he doesn't get run over. or does he.... no.
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