Man from the South – Short film – 2017

Man from the South – Short film – 2017


There were the first sunbeams this spring. … 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, Go! I enjoyed my rest as I listened to the rustling leaves in the wind. In the corner of my eye, I saw an odd, young man coming up to me. Excuse me, can I take a seat? Of course, go ahead. It’s nice here, isn’t it? That’s true, it’s very nice here. Do you know who these guys are? Navy cadets from Bremen, I suppose. Whoever else would make that much noise? I agree, this can be very annoying sometimes. Those tourists. But you ain’t from Bremen, are you? No, no, no. I’m from here. Bye! Bye! Is this step taken? No. Can I take it? Go ahead! Thanks. Excuse me, do you need a light? It won’t work due to the wind. Of course, it always works. Every time? Sure. It never fails. As long as I carried it with me. Alright, so you’re saying that your fabulous lighter never fails? Exactly. That’s how it is. I give you my word. Do you wanna make a bet? Would you bet that your little nice-looking lighter does always work? Well, why not? Do you like to bet? Sure, any time. Why don’t we have a real bet, a … really grand bet? Hey, wait a second! I can’t bet that much! I’m gonna bet one euro. Wait, wait, wait, listen to me. We’re gonna go upstairs to my hotel room, as there is no wind, and I’m gonna bet with you that your tremendous lighter won’t ignite ten times in a row without failing at least one time. Well, I bet against it. So, we’re gonna bet? Yeah, we do. I’m making you a very nice offer, okay? So, on the parking lot of the hotel, I parked my American Cadillac. A really nice car. Hey, hey, hold up! I can’t bet something like this. That’s nuts! It – It isn’t, yeah? So, my bet is an American Cadillac. You want it, don’t you? Of course I do. So, my American Cadillac, right? Well, but what should I bet? How about your little finger? Come again?! Well, I thought if you win, you’re gonna get my car and if I win, I’m gonna get your little finger. W – W – What do you mean, you’re gonna get my finger, I can’t get yout point…? Well, I thought about choping it off. Holy shit, what insane kind of bet is this?! Well okay, I thought – I thought your lighter does always work. So, do you wanna have my Cadillac? [panting] Do you have a light? Oh sorry, I totally forgot you haven’t one. Thanks. Are you also well? Yes, I am. It’s pretty nice here. To get this straight, let me think about this bet again. If I’m gonna make it to ignite my lighter ten times without failing at least one time, I’m gonna get your Cadillac. Exactly. But if I fail, I forfeit my little finger, right? That’s how it is, yes. But I’m sure, you’re too afraid to do this, aren’t you? Well, how take it place when I screw this up? Am I just gonna stretch my arm out and you’re gonna chop it off? For God’s sake, no. I think you wouldn’t make this as you’re to scared to do so, but I suggest we simply go into my hotel room and tie your arm down and when you screw it up, I chop it off. Okay. I’ll make it. Terrific. Thanks for taking this unpleasant role. Are you ready, boy? [nods in agreement] Yeah. ¡Carlos, Carlos! ¿Estás loco? ¿A qué viene esta chorrada? [incomprensible] ¡Lárgate! ¡Lárgate! I’m so sorry. I wasn’t aware this was happening. I feel ashamed. It’s also my fault. I’ve just left him for ten minutes to wash my hair and as I come back, he’s doing it again. He’s a real pest! He chopped off the fingers of 47 people back there where we used to live and lost eleven cars. They wanted to kill him. So I get him here. It was just a bet. Did he bet a car? Yes. His Cadillac. Yeah, that wasn’t his Cadillac but mine. I know, it doesn’t make it better that he’s betting a car which he doesn’t even own, but … As I said, I’m really sorry. So this must be your keys, aren’t they? It was just a bet. He has nothing to bet with. Nothing! Nothing in the world! Though I have to admit, I’ve won the car from him back then. I spend a lot of time for this. A whole lot of time. A whole lot of work, too. But… Carlos’ friend had only seven fingers left. So, there will be no lost fingers anymore.

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