Klaus Schober: Hello? Guys?
[No answer. He rattles the gate]
Klaus Schober: Hey, is no one doing anything?
[Still no answer]
Klaus Schober: There must be someone.
[He muses on the situation. Then he climbs on top of the gate and calls out to his colleagues. He jumps down and brushes the dust off his hands]
Klaus Schober: Damn it.
[He goes into an office and looks around]
Klaus Schober: All gone.
[He goes to the entrance. Before he can touch the doorknob an elderly man, Walter Fritsche, abruptly bursts out the entrance, hitting Klaus in the face with the door]