Whose is that?
It's yours and whose is that?
Yours! - Mine?
That's granny's. - Yes.
Can I take some pegs? - Of course. Wait.
These ones I leave here.
Whose could these be? - Mine.
Where shall we hang them? - Can I do it?
Yes, you can.
Okay. - I hang it here and you there.
I've dropped it. - Let me help you.
It's alright. - Sure?
Strange that they always gobble up one sock.
Yes, it's strange. It's daft.
That's right. I'll need this one.
OK.
Who decides that you waste your talent
in the jungle?
Most trees came down in the last storm in Thuringia.
GDR failed economy. Too much tab water was wasted for industry.
The forests are destroyed. Just firewood.
I read it's nice for holidays if you're into biathlon.
That'd be good for you. - Since when am I into cross-country skiing?
You can still learn it at your age. - I'd have to practise shooting.
But not amongst the fat cats from the West who grabbed the villas.
They don't do biathlon and wouldn't be in your way.
Emperor Barbarossa and all his soldiers
have been sleeping for 1,000 years in the mountain
waiting for Germany finally to become
an empire again.
Then he'll emerge.
No ideological indoctrination. - Too bad.
The soft souls of children are perfect
for the poisonous drip-drip. - Mum...
of national ideology. - I won't wake up
the old emperor. Don't worry.
How long will you be in the forest?
They didn't specify. As long as it takes.
You'll stay with us, pumpkin.
No!
Yes!
Let's see.
You don't eat.
Why the plate?
I don't quite see why they need a psychologist on site?
Who is the villain?
Villain, well... You could say that
long ago he took the prettiest girl in town
and when he let her go she was
as white as snow.
It was towards the end of the GDR. Yesterday
he discharged himself unexpectedly from the psychiatric unit.
He stayed in the area. They know that much but not much else.
Do you stay with Vera?
No, I booked a room at a sports hotel.
You could do something for your spinal disc.
Hadn't you stopped meeting?
No! - Vera and you? - She wrote to her.
No, I phoned her recently.
Could you sum it up simply
"She did well in the end"?
A rich husband
who loves her. The whole future
ahead of her after all the bad luck she's had.
Bad luck, well...
Do you read my letters?
Not another one, please. - We'll go to bed.
The doctor said 5 a day.
I had two and a half today.
A highly interesting interpretation of the doctor's words.
He's so young.
He thinks I took part in the reconstruction after the war.
I'm therefore excused. - We go into my room.
Was this your room?
This is Humbert, the villain.
Humbert.
Is this my bed now? - Your bed.
This summer you'll still sleep downstairs.
and next year... - Look! What does she do?
She eats porridge.
Look, there's a bridge. - How many bridges
before you get to the motorway?
I think there are 5 bridges. What do you think?
Six. - OK, if there are 6 or more you win
and I bring you a gift. If there are five I win
and 4 is a draw.
I filled up the car. - Thanks!
You need new tyres before the wet season.
and there are leaves on the road. - Thanks.
You shouldn't really drive.
Can't they pay for a rental car
if not an official one?
I'm not a minister. They'd pay for a rental car
but they don't have cassette players.
Hello. - I don't want you
to put my music on CDs. I just want to have my old car and my music.
And don't give me an MP3 player.
I'm old fashioned.
I used to be as old and as clever as you.
Now I'm getting younger
and more stupid. - No,
less dignified. - That was the missing word.
Don't let her watch much TV during the day. - OK.
Half an hour of DVDs in the evening. They're in the kitchen.
She brushes her teeth herself.
And lots of fresh air.
Five bridges.
Six bridges.
How many bridges? - Six. - Let me count.
OK. - Be careful.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Sweetie, it's more than six.
You won.
Twelve.
Hello?
Yes, I'll bring a present. Promise.
Thanks Kati!
Our Olympic medallist
Live festival
Fairground
Hello?
Did you know that there is a law in the West against the pulling
of trolley bags on cobblestones? - No. - Yes.
I'm so very sorry but I promise to sort out your room by tomorrow.
I can't tell what went wrong but possibly your office...
I don't have an office. I booket it myself.
No other hotel had a room. - Yes, tomorrow.
Who made the booking? - No idea. - No problem.
A kennel and
a bowl would've been enough.
Could you explain the quickest route there?
I'm not from here but my colleague knows the area.
It's simple. You turn left after you leave here,
then there is a petrol station after the second lights
where you go downhill...
It's never-ending here.
Vera will tell you the details.
The interior is her battleground. - When will she come?
Won't be long.
But... you never can tell.
I could live with the current state but high command has decided
we're not ready until all bare walls are down. Quite a task!
We've got to work undercover.
If you stick out too much you're punished.
with a karaoke night.
I'll show you this later.
Up there is a room with a view into the past.
Hitler was still in primary school. It's that old.
Here... turn of the century.
This would be around 1930.
And here we have real socialism. It crumbles on touch.
I'd leave it as it is. At least one of the walls.
Vera wants a complete face lift for the whole hourse.
I care for old things.
At least I've
recorded it.
All the stories are disappearing.
A gang of Communist buccaneers squatted here in the 20ies.
Is that from one of your books? - It's true. - May I?
Did you ever read one?
No. - They're good for train journeys.
And for flights.
May I recommend a book? - Sure. - I'd be a little
afraid of your verdict.
Why?
They're unbelievably bad.
I'm not very critical about novels.
It's a matter of time. - You can
take it back with you.
I'm helping
some colleagues with a killer who absconded
yesterday.
This is a building site. Just don't look.
It was used by
the local cultural association. I found a sign in the basement.
"Socialist culture is the bread of the working masses".
I'd love to show you but it's gone up in smoke. - Over there?
No, earlier on. That's only garden rubbish.
I burn it on Saturdays as camouflage.
So that the neighbours think we also have barbecues.
In animals it's called mimicry.
Adaptation to the surroundings in order not to stand out. - I see.
It's late but the beans
are sown. They may still sprout.
The outside is under my command.
The lesser project. Like "free soil".
Over there Vera and I are building a small temple to our great love.
Nonsense!
But the way you look it might be a good idea.
OK, I confess.
She left me this morning.
She just went shopping? - Yes.
She isn't a good driver. - I know, ask my parents' fence.
When was that? - 15 years ago, an autumn night.
She flattened 20 metres of it. - Why?
A little under the influence.
OK. And the deeper cause?
In all honesty? - Yes.
Drinking due to a broken heart.
She's luckily over that. - Over what?
Alcohol, a broken heart.
Yes.
Or not? - Yes.
You're the psychologist. - I don't talk about close friends.
I've made a pact of silence with myself.
Hello!
Hi, it's me! What's so interesting about the car? - No dents!
Three years accident-free.
Looks like you've already
found a subject. - We had to converse.
She's homeless and needs a room.
Really? Just stay with us! - We'll see.
Hello, Vera! - Hi!
Have a nice weekend! - Thanks!
Leave it, it won't.
all fit. - It's not a question of what's possible.
It's a challenge.
It's about who wins. You or the dishwasher? - Right.
Don't help
or he won't enjoy his triumph.
Come!
Bye!
Tell me. Don't you like it?
I never saw a flat you designed.
Not even in Munich at uni. - It's true.
You have never come to see me. I always came to you.
Well, it's old.
And this is the guestroom.
This where you'd stay if you'd stay.
We'll see. - What did you do with Lucy?
She's with my parents. - I see.
This is the nursery.
This is Bruno's and my boudoir.
And you chose all the colours? - Yes. Not sure I'll keep them.
Here's my study.
I locked it this morning.
Who had the idea with the house? - I did. I saw the advert.
"Private house in communal property to be sold at a good rate".
When I saw it I wanted it immediately.
It might be better
to check first who you move in with but... What can you do?
He says he writes all day. - Yes.
That does the trick for us,
not to see him for hours. - You want to make me jealous? - No!
You're not looking, are you? - No.
You were never looking. - Not like you.
Are you happy for me?
Of course I'm happy for you.
To be honest,
I'm also happy for me.
I was a little tired.
But this time I wasn't even looking.
As they all say, "Stop looking".
Sounds like a stereotype. - Drug counselling, life coaching.
My mother tries yoga against her nicotine addiction.
He first read books to me.
Poems, novels, history books.
Every second night
in my tiny flat in Berlin on an old kitchen chair
he read out to me.
Until 3 a.m. For weeks. Like a siege.
Totally platonic, no touching at all.
But then, one night,
in the middle of a reading, the kitchen chair broke. He sat
on the floor and was hurt.
I had a fit of laughter.
He also laughed, got up, said bye and left.
I heard him go downstairs but only
when the front door shut
I followed him.
It was almost too late.
We swirl under sparkles from the sky. I sink into you.
Hey. - Hey.
I just... wanted to check...
about the hotel. - No, no.
OK, convinced.
May I lie down soon?
And as if by magic someone prepared your room.
Thanks.
Did you gossip about me?
No! I just told her how my immense admiration for you
changes several times daily first to love
and then desire.
Isn't it first desire and then love?
And at breakfast we start again with mutual admiration?
Good? - You're a writer?
I'll just get my things.
Thanks. - You're welcome.
Alright. Good night.
Apologies for having taken this last night.
I used to have the same figure, just from different wood.
I got it from a man who said it was from Thailand.
In your room is a book with a dedication.
I'm sure I know the handwriting.
His name was Patrick.
Do you like it?
Yes. Instant coffee. The water doesn't heat up properly.
Someone has to shower first. - I'll have it tepid.
And the photo in front of his house in Zeppelin street
in Munich. Is that right?
Yes.
Patrick Dorbach.
I knew him, yes.
So did I.
Very well.
That was before the two of us met for the first time.
Same here. Before we met.
One year earlier? - Yes.
In the summer of the David Bowie concert.
In exactly that summer.
I must go to work. They don't care about it being Sunday.
See you later. - See you later.
She has arrived.
Hello. - Good morning.
Did you find it easily? - Sure.
You're not serious. - They don't cook themselves.
But better than at home. - In a hospital café?
We tried it yesterday. It's nearby.
Come with us. It's worth it. - And here?
Two pubs with lunch, a café,
2 beer kiosks but nothing you'd like. There must be an inn
towards Burschen... Burschenberg. - Burschental.
Regional cooking, not bad.
Every day they leave on the dot. They leave at the latest
at 11.45 a.m.
I told Erfurt that it'll take at least another week.
How do you know he's still here. Any clues? - No, nothing.
Jürgen says it's intuition.
I guess we'd have got a tip-off if he weren't here anymore.
There you are! - Sweet!
Morning.
- By the way, up there...
Yesterday there was a kind of a rabbit hunt.
They chased him with anything they had. By the motorway.
They lost him, of course. - Nobody talks with us.
We are idiots. - See there?
I made an appointment for you after lunch
Hospital
Come over here.
Please welcome our colleague.
I'm Jo. Hello.
This is Frank. - Hello.
The sauerkraut is even better.
Just try it!
Help yourself! - May I? - Yes! - It's very sour.
I know it. - And our holidaymaker?
Why do you take holidays if you don't like the food at home?
It's not about food. I can't be without you.
Thanks.
It's closed. - Take the back door. - Thanks.
What a motley crew.
Yes, I'll collect it. Bye.
Isn't that his responsibility? - He painted the ceiling.
His back hurt so I promised to sort this out here.
You don't have to help.
Thanks.
When do you usually go to bed? - At nine.
Maybe we'll stay sober tonight and...
How old is her daughter? - Four.
Or a little older, I think.
Hello? Where is the mice zoo?
Does she have a father? Or was it an immaculate conception?
Or self-fertilisation? I could figure this out. - It's taboo.
It was an accident.
What? How shocking!
What are you having? - Strawberries.
We'll have risotto.
Do I know her?
You met her when you were very small.
Do you need a towel?
The guy may be getting some help.
He definitely has changed his hideout at least once.
What does the psychologist say? - He's attached to the area.
The local officers are so nice. We don't believe a word.
They are furious that a higher level has become involved.
It's a huge insult.
To get help he must communicate. With signals or a code system.
Good thought? No?
The Red Army faction used interiors for communication.
Carpet in the hall meant
"curious neighbour", a lamp by the window
"flat not under observation".
That's how it was.
So you think he uses several hideouts?
Safehouses.
Definitely.
Listen, Bruno. Didn't we recently find
a groove in the fence? And we didn't know how it got there?
That was the postman,
signalling "no internet for another 18 months".
Shit.
May I smoke?
No! - Absolutely. Absolutely! Bruno!
I don't want to know everything about someone else and think about.
What people you care about?
I try as little as possible.
But you can't think about nothing. - No, you can't.
Or it doesn't really work. - You mean
it's nonsense? - Yes.
Trying to think of nothing leads to nothing at all.
Shall we...
I thought right away he was great.
He always smelt good.
And the way he talked.
All the little things.
He remembered what was going on
and asked about it. Like my mother in hospital.
The way he listened. - But he was vain.
A little. But he wore it well. - Yes. You're right.
Very decent.
Not like, "I'll screw you anyway". - Not at all.
Could it...
He talked occasionally about a girlfriend
who he played squash with.
Didn't you play squash? - Yes.
Sometimes with him. - Patrick said
she was a good friend, like there was nothing.
Maybe he meant me.
Yes, a good friend.
A good friend?
I didn't believe a word.
I followed him once, all the way
from his flat to the tube, to the university
and the city centre. For half a day since I wanted to know
who the good friend was. - He told me that. - No!
He had noticed.
No!
It was you?
It's not funny. I was suffering.
Where did you live?
In the Westend, where I lived when we met 2 years later.
You also had a name.
You were the "house friend".
You sometimes
waited in front of his flat, even slept there. Right?
I can't imagine any other woman
making such a fool of herself.
I lost him during my pursuit.
At the main station, on the lower level.
He noticed it. - He slipped away.
Incredible. And he went to see you.
He somehow got away with it with his soft ways.
He was like soap. An arrogant bit
of soap. - No, we let him off the hook.
Neither of us nailed him down.
Did you poke
fun at me because I was so clingy? - No.
Never.
You never told me you were in love with him?
I did.
I remember it was winter. - No.
Yes. We were walking, wearing big jackets. Nonsense!
It was summer. - We went twice
for a swim.
His body...
He didn't want sex. He said, it was too soon...
He said something old-fashioned. Intimate. He couldn't
be intimate so quickly.
We talked.
There was nothing more.
Dining, cinema, then the end. Simple, fast.
"Don't follow me", he said.
That's how he ended it?
Yes. But there was really nothing to end.
But that's how he said it? - Mhm.
I remember it. Why?
He told me the same thing.
He wrote it. I threw the letter away.
I kept the book
and the dedication.
And the sculpture.
It's a competition.
One wins, the other one loses. Mostly it's obvious
from the beginning.
If that's so, we might not even try.
I don't know.
I think I always lost. In every relationship.
When it was over and never mind how it ended.
But I'm not as proud as I used to think.
I don't have to take revenge after someone leaves me.
I forgave him.
Tada!
Were you in his home?
We mostly met in front.
of his house and started from there. We went to pubs. There were a lot.
Herbert's.
A dreadful place. Did you go there? Me too.
The Paradigm? - I can't remember.
Can I have one? - Yes.
Tell me, what was the pub
at the end of Preysing street, next to the italian?
Casino. - No!
No! Damn.
Where the blacks went to. - Blacks? - Yes.
Blacks were there?
I can't remember.
I can't believe it. I kissed him there.
The only time. - In the pub? - What?
You kissed him there? - Yes, next to the cloakroom.
We fell into the coats.
It was always crowded
and noisy.
I should have tried sooner.
Maybe I should have tried less.
What about you?
You mean kisses? - Yes.
Not in the pub.
Only in front of my door.
I didn't let him in since he didn't let me in.
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.
Why did we never meet? Accidentally?
Anywhere?
Please meet Vera, my house friend. And Johanna, a good
friend. Shall we sit at the bar, have a drink?
No, it's too noisy. Let's go elsewhere.
We have a lot to talk about. Why did it never happen?
Jo, come here.
What was the name of that damn pub?
I don't know.
I'll tell you tomorrow.
Morning! - Morning.
Morning.
The local papers report no progress in finding the fugitive.
Hello! - Who is it? - One of your subjects.
From now on we'll record the chase.
No breakfast? - No.
I've been through all
the regional papers and will check the internet.
If it works. - Careful. He means it.
You now have an assistant. Tell him, if he's a pain.
It doesn't bother me if I'm a pain or not.
My character doesn't allow for self doubt.
We're the perfect fit. Insecure persons must find
support from strong personalities. - Exactly.
If he's too much I'll move to the hotel.
Glasnost!
That was the pub.
Gosh!
Apparently the colleague asked her if she wanted to join the chase.
They were on an assignment when it happened in the forest.
Earlier they had an accident with some deer.
The look of the colleague changed, first the eyes, then he grew a pelt.
He changed into an animal and she had to shoot him, she says.
He couldn't hold the steering wheel.
She woke up at the hospital.
Excuse me.
Your colleague
was discharged yesterday. Did you know he was here
at this hospital? - No.
He was.
You only hit his arm. He fared better than you.
It wasn't him. When I shot there was an animal
next to me. It looked at me.
The arms.
I thought, they aren't made for steering.
There weren't any hands.
Only some kind of... hooves.
The animal laughed.
I can't breathe.
Frank, get some water. - Some water, please.
Calm down.
They found some clothes
with a hotel key in a cave nearby. Now they want to get it right.
They will open the hotel room.
The room belongs to a tourist, hunting for Barbarossa.
Did you let them go on their own?
They should be able to open a door. - Do you go first?
Yes, I show you the way.
Damn rain. There's sunshine in the valley.
The mountain is always foggy.
Police!
It's empty. I don't believe it!
Move it. Get out!
It's empty.
Nobody there.
Let's go and have a bite.
At the pub in question? - Exactly.
I go when and where I want. Like you go as you please.
When will that be? - You'll see.
I have work to do.
- Of course.
I can't be
idling around all day.
Were you at the hospital? - She was very stressed.
Maybe put under pressure. - From her colleague?
Maybe. There is no other explanation for such a phobia.
The girl is totally sane otherwise. - Do you think
she can get back to work? - Not in this area.
I do it only for you. I do it only for you.
We owe you.
What's that about?
Let me give it a go.
No thanks, I don't need help.
Don't put on a show!
Hey, Rene! - Hey.
Hello.
I took my wife to Straupitz.
Wedding anniversary. - That was your leave.
There's a new restaurant. Excellent.
I could get used to it. Couldn't you?
A Chinese restaurant.
Was it good? - Since when do you like Chinese?
With pleasure. - Can I have a taste? - Yes.
Where is the toilet? - To the left. - I see.
What is the local food?
Dumplings. They are delicious.
Shit.
How is our young colleague?
She's fine and will soon be discharged.
She must go home.
Do you think that's right? - I agree.
Shit!
You're always an embarrassment.
Most of them here have only one set of the new uniforms.
They make sure not to get them dirty.
How can you work now, this afternoon?
Did Mrs. Löffler make a useful statement? - Unfortunately not.
Have a break.
How long have you been here? - Since 1867.
Quite something.
Is it still profitable? - Well...
In the past...
Nod if you recognise somebody
We always do great trade at Christmas.
During GDR times, we were always full,
but it was useless. - Nonsense.
Where did she come from? - From Upper Franconia.
From Mecklenburg? - Regensburg? - No.
Her accent was Bavarian. - From Regensburg. - I didn't hear it.
A sunday without dumplings...
wouldn't be the same.
Well said.
Nice but nothing new.
They didn't understand you. - May I have
some still water? - Coming.
Thanks.
I can't decide this on the spot.
Hello!
Did you have a nice day? - Yes.
Thanks.
Hello?
You caught him at the inn. Yes, I think so...
Yes, congratulations.
Thanks.
Admit it - you thought we'd forgotten!
Do celebrate. We'll come back with more alcohol. Hugs!
Yes?
Call loudly. - Mummy! Dinner is ready. - Exactly.
Let's start. Maybe she also gets hungry when she sees us eating.
But Mummy is away. - Oh, I forgot.
Enjoy your meal, sweetie. And thank you.
Bye to granny and Mummy is back soon.
Bye, Mummy. - Bye.
Bye.
Hi!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday. - Thanks. - And all the best.
Sorry we're so late. - Congratulations. - Go away!
We have to show up from time to time at the citizens' group.
or the baker won't sell us any bread. Just a moment.
Happy birthday.
Thanks.
They said on the radio the local
police are corrupt.
We wondered whether they meant you?
Tell us, did you uncover that?
No, it was more or less known. They just needed evidence
and witnesses.
There are 6 officers from the
neighbouring town who blackmailed business owners,
committed raids
and then covered for each other.
It was fine until a young colleague got wind of it.
They put pressure on her until she broke down.
All very family-like.
The woman is single without a family in the area.
She didn't want to be part of it.
She shot a colleague who was involved.
That was five days ago.
Bruno? - What was that?
Foxes. Carry on.
She first claimed sexual harassment
but they didn't believe that.
Then she broke down and said during the assignment the guy
had changed into an animal. - What?
Yes. - What? - She stuck
with this story. I saw her
several times on her own.
When she started talking about the pressure
and the blackmail, the rest followed soon.
I didn't know they'd go public today. I would've told you.
But since tonight 6 officers
are under interrogation.
It's crazy.
Our little Jo.
Are you expecting visitors?
No.
Who's that?
Did anything happen?
Do you want a drink? - Your behaviour
is impossible. - It's her birthday.
It's totally shitty. - What?
Why not just chill? - Sure.
That's good. - They are innocent.
You haven't got a clue about
local affairs. You don't call anybody. You listen to me.
Stop it. - This is trespassing. - Stay away.
Alright, leave my property now.
Hello?
Hey,
stop it! - Come on.
Bruno...
Arsehole! Ouch!
Shit. - Bruno?
I'm fine.
You're all potty.
My glasses.
Glasses? OK.
He's bonkers. - Shit!
Your glasses.
Thanks. Oh no!
He mowed the fence down.
Impressive.
I couldn't have done it better. - Sorry.
Sorry. It's a local colleague. A friend of the shot officer.
Madness, isn't it? - Yeah.
Defending the honour
of the entire police station.
He should've done the lot.
There are nails in there. We must clear it away.
Bruno, get the broom.
No problem.
Of course not. Come on.
We won't report it and have it repaired ourselves.
The neighbour's brother-in-law will mend it.
All this hassle because of me.
I'm sorry.
That happens when you house high-ranking state employees.
It results in attacks. - He looked
quite good. - So?
Did you notice? - Mmm.
It was dark.
I felt it. - So it's alright because he's good looking?
No. But you also have freedoms here
because you don't look daft. - Why don't you sit down?
I'm sorry but it's still a scandal if women only like men
for their looks. Strange. - I guess that things
are a little more complicated. - Why? Is it forbidden for things
to be simple? - No. Nothing simple
is forbidden nowadays.
To the contrary.
To me the world was in balance as long as women were less stupid
in their desires.
I'm more and more disillusioned with women.
That's bad.
I think beauty isn't just blablabla.
Subjective or so. - Exactly.
An arse is not subjective.
I mean the depth of someone's emotions determines
beauty. - Right. - The depth of the moment when we
feel attracted... and the events that follow.
Especially with you.
The soul... - Competition?
Always. Did you not notice?
OK, I also refer completely to appearances. I like
dense eyebrows
in women. Dark peach fuzz
on the arms.
I've got that.
During puberty when all that happens and all you see hits you deep
in your guts...
I remember the women in porn magazines
we all read at boarding school.
I remember these women as vividly as women in my real life.
I sometimes buy old porn magazines on the net
hoping to see those women again.
I want to see the faces from the past.
I can't forget them. I feel respect,
gratefulness and tenderness.
Some are 60, 70 and still expose themselves on the net.
Some bodies seem young but the faces are old.
It's a different beauty. They have dignity.
If someone shot me in the head at this very moment
and you could see in endless slow motion
the images in my brain all being extinguished
who knows which images were the most persistent ones. The last.
And how deep the unimportant things may have sunk.
A final parade
of old naked women in my brain.
I find the story of the escaped killer much less exciting.
It's much more exciting that you came here
for different reasons. - And didn't tell us for so long.
That's what the police teach you. - Are you going to leave us now?
No. - No?
No, I stay.
All's well.
Do you always do this?
Every evening and every morning. - Morning and evening.
Good night. - Good night.
What's wrong?
I think tomorrow I'll only have crisp bread.
You'll only have crisp bread? - Yes.
- I'm not in the mood anymore.
Good morning. - Morning.
The builders should have arrived already.
Not for the fence but for the water. - I see.
I usually organise the cutlery.
Does it not go into the dishwasher? - Yes, but...
I like doing it. It gives me an obscene feeling of satisfaction.
No touching allowed?
The plates go to the front
to make room for the pans.
The cutlery goes into the boxes. OK?
Never heard of it? - Yes.
Sorry.
I prepared some sandwiches
for you.
Tomato and mozzarella.
Tuscan salami.
A la Milanese. Don't tell Vera.
She may misunderstand it. Tell me how they were.
Milady doesn't want me to cook anymore.
She only eats fish... - It's not about me.
Milady protests against life. Ergo a hunger strike.
Thanks.
It's been going on for a few weeks?
And you only called now? - I first checked it out.
I can't see any effect on the water consumption.
Morning. - Morning.
There we are.
Have a look here.
The water pressure
on the ground floor depends on the time of day.
I suspect it has to do with the use of the house
during the real socialist period.
The house was misused
as some cultural whorehouse.
You probably know that. It was called Guesthouse
of the Proletarian Cultural Club.
You can imagine what happened
when the foreign visitors
queued for the one and only shower.
What great tool is that?
An infrared camera.
Could you open all the taps? - All at once? - Yes, please.
All open.
Off!
Turn them off. - That's what I did.
Morning.
Hello.
Do you hear anything?
How am I supposed to work with this noise?
How can you work today with this noise?
If I have no ideas I work on my own orbituary. I like that.
He's already changed it a dozen times.
It's necessary if you survive day after day. - Exactly.
I realise that there will be life after me as there was life before me.
We have to lure him. But what with? I know too little.
I'll ask for the things he had in his cell.
Hello?
There's a deluge at home.
That's why we eat vol-au-vent.
They're better at cakes.
Patrick?
Yes.
You said you didn't take him into your flat. - Yes.
Did he not want it or was it you?
I think he wanted it. I didn't.
It was too quick
for both of us.
It's so embarrassing to ask after 15 years.
Why not? - Maybe you're too stupid when you're young.
And later?
Later? - Well...
After that night.
It wasn't night. It was after squash in the afternoon.
We did things, went for walks.
We made out and held hands but...
He just went. A missed chance.
Just so?
Just so.
It happened to you as well.
I seem to be missing a piece of life.
As if it had been cut off and glued somewhere else. But where?
I have to know.
Yes.
You have no child.
A child? Jo.
No! That would be another problem.
I have panic attacks. You don't see it.
You're not supposed to. - To live here now is your decision.
Nobody forces you, nothing... - What can I do?
He's invested his money in the house. - And the other half?
You're not as tied up as you think. You can still do what you want.
I've already paid. - Do you have to go? - Yes.
Go back to work.
Bye. - Bye.
See you later. - Yes, see you later.
Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Mummy. Lunch is ready.
And who cooked?
Granny. - Granny?
A salad?
And you helped her?
That will be delicious. - It was yummy. - Say
"delicious", sweetie. - Yummy. - OK.
Everything alright? - Yes, it was a valve or something.
I didn't quite get it.
The wet stains are all dry. All will be well.
The workers left a while ago.
I'm happy to hear that. - Yeah.
Unfortunately someone else has also left.
She took the keys
from her room. She locked all three doors.
Should I break into the room?
Over the last few days
she told me about this man.
Who he is and that you both knew him at the same time.
What do you think will happen now?
Will she leave me?
Maybe the guy
was waiting as much for her as she for him?
I don't think he would've waited so long.
I also knew him a little.
Where did she say she was going to? - To him.
She's got the adress.
Hello?
Shit.
Yes.
Vera.
Voicemail.
What's that?
A badger. I know it well.
A badger.
How were the sandwiches?
Great.
Look at that. Some smart-arses coming here,
calling us idiots. - Not so loud.
It angers me.
Did they hand it over straight away?
I'd already ordered it from Leipzig. - It took only a week.
A miracle. I love miracles. - We must bait.
I've been telling you. - No, I did.
I said it. - He's fed up.
He's got no plan.
He must move,
show himself.
He was seen here last time. - I found out that
up to two years ago he was writing to this woman.
That was before
he was arrested.
The woman died in Erfurt two years ago. The two never met.
I've asked discreetly.
The colleagues here had no idea.
But all the prison staff knew about it.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the aim of this exercise is
to create within half an hour... Gosh, that's noisy!
...to create within half an hour an art sculpture by whatever means.
You're of course allowed
to resort to the help of alcoholic drinks.
It's even compulsory.
The finished works
will be evaluated
by our high-calibre panel of experts.
500 euros are at stake.
This is a generous donation by our local bank.
Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the chainsaw competition
joins me on the stage. There he is.
Applause for the young man with the ponytail.
All dusty, he is, and 500 euros richer.
That'll pay for the cleaners
and the bank director in person hands over
the cheque. - Granny lets you answer?
I knew that already. - You knew it was me?
I can tell from the ringing.
Granny can tell from the ringing who's calling.
I'm at a fairground.
- Cheers!
Another one for you.
Looking around here
I notice that the helpful
policemen and women do nothing but celebrate.
It's all on expenses. Carry on, friends.
The night is young. Bye.
The money would have
come in handy. It's a pity.
I voted for you.
That's nice. Thanks. - What do you do? Are you from here?
Even twice. I also voted for you
in the run-off.
I run a craft shop with my boyfriend.
It doesn't do too well.
Do you know Sättelroda? - No. - What's it called?
Sättelroda,
towards Berlin.
We thought
of tourists from Berlin. But they don't buy.
What brings you here?
I read about it in the papers.
500 euros is a nice sum.
Maybe you should open a shop here. - I don't know anybody here.
Originally I hail from Reinsberg.
Can I have another word with you tomorrow? - Yes.
I don't return home tonight.
You'd have to stay in town for a few days. You won't
notice anything. Promise.
We want someone to make a move.
That's all.
Alright.
OK.
I'll do it.
Thanks.
What are we going to do about the escapist?
He won't keep it up for much longer. He'll surrender soon
when we go public with what we know about him.
In any case. - I don't believe this. It won't happen like this.
He doesn't feel at home here.
I'm not surprised. - He'd like to.
He wants to go home, back to another time.
Tomorrow's paper reports
with the photo of a woman who vaguely resembles a pen friend
of the fugitive.
Why? What for? Should't we have discussed this?
We had to act fast. - We hope he makes a move.
With a little luck we may actually see him. Wasn't that the problem?
Sorry. That's complete nonsense.
I'm pretty sure he's looking for some kind of home.
Hello Mummy. - Hello?
Tonight granny bakes pancakes. - Pancakes.
I love pancakes. - Really?
Although it's without flour and milk and eggs? - Yes.
Really? And what
do you want it with? With cinnamon and sugar?
A man sitting on a bench on a beach promenade at the Côte d'Azur
is shot from behind.
At the start of the novel. We don't know him and he never reappears.
But we see how the burning bullet
travels through his brain, extinguishing
individual images.
When in a last...
one hundred thousandth of a second
the blue of the water under the horizon was distinct
from that of the sky only in his imagination,
he knew that these images were negligible in his mind.
The point of entry sharply heightened his memory
and from deep in his brain emerged nothing but marginal nonsense.
A look on a road while biking, a barking dog,
a plastic boat in a bath tub,
a woman from a porn magazine.
Everything he considered important was already buried now.
Falling forward onto the mosaic pavement of the promenade
he had to giggle about this final verdict
of the unimportance of his existence.
It sounds dramatically... final.
Not as bad as I remembered it.
Why do you never wear glasses
in the photos? - Excuse me.
I must do something against the slow burning heat
this devilish drink
causes in my guts.
It didn't help.
It's the old problem.
What about you?
Drunk? - Yes.
No, I'm still alright.
I think I must kill a wild animal in order to sober up.
Hey, come out.
Where are you?
Come here.
Your master is thirsty.
Shit!
Jo!
What's wrong? Bruno?
Be careful. - What happened? - I lost my glasses.
Careful, I'm naked.
So I see.
Were you there?
I slipped, no idea where.
I don't know.
Shit.
Look, there's somebody standing there.
Where?
Come on! - Hello?
Come on!
Hello?
Bruno! - Shit!
Jürgen! We saw him.
Here, in the garden. He was standing here.
We've been searching all night.
In the garden, up the hill, in the woods. - With the others?
Yes. The fog came at 4 in the morning. - He escaped.
We didn't catch him. Shit!
Don't ask me if I'm sure that it was him. I'm not.
It was dark. Where are you now? - At the hotel. She's confused.
I didn't sleep all night.
I was so afraid.
I didn't think it would affect me so much.
To be a bait.
It scared me.
Sorry.
Stay one more night. I promise
you can go tomorrow. He can't hurt you. You're safe.
There's police everywhere. If you go now, we'll have to follow you.
It's more confusing for us
and more dangerous for you. The man
may already be trailing you.
A few days ago I rang his parents and got his adress.
I kept their number all these years.
You do that when you are very much in love.
You left him.
And you said to him,
"Don't follow me".
I didn't ask him.
I told him about you and me and he said, "You know...
this is what happened
with Johanna."
And what happened?
Five years ago, you did have
an affair in the end.
He seemed to have suffered a long time.
He says, he's at peace now.
He now believes that you wanted to take revenge
for the past.
He said, "Johanna has a dark personality."
How is he?
That's what you wanted to know. Why you sent me.
I didn't send you. - You didn't
want to get burnt.
I was your messenger.
But alright.
He lives in Riem with his wife.
They have two children. He showed me pictures.
He's a professor.
It was to be expected. - You knew it.
You didn't tell me about the second episode.
You wanted me to go there.
You used me to get close to him again.
You didn't dare. - For five years
I haven't wanted him.
I don't believe you.
5 years ago, I left him because he became clingy.
I couldn't cope with it.
I was disappointed.
I remembered him differently, stronger,
independent.
No, you wanted revenge.
No. What for?
For losing.
You were always afraid of losing and you can't handle it.
Well... Am I so small?
You might have lost
your control if you had gone to see him.
That's not fair.
He's no longer as pretty as before.
A little fatter.
And he's got a scar. Here.
He didn't want to say how.
It's not from me.
He always had
a scar above his eye.
He has
no scar.
But he wears
a hearing aid.
That's why he always listened so intently.
Here...
his telephone number.
Thanks.
The boat sails into the harbour, fully flagged, greeted by
the cheering crowd.
Sorry. - No, let me...
Jürgen here. - Morning. The colleagues
Yes.
The fugitive was arrested.
There was an anonymous lead that he was near
the hotel from where he ran away. We're not sure yet.
The arrest in the room of the bait happened without incident.
I see.
We can't
exclude that the tip-off didn't come from the public
but from the man himself.
When he noticed he had no more home,
as the colleague describes it,
his flight was over. - That's possible.
We found two types of blood on the fugitives clothes.
Some animal blood, probably a dog, and human blood.
It wasn't his. We're still checking it.
Good. I'll get a report. It was quicker than expected.
Thanks to you and your staff.
We'll talk in Erfurt. - Yes.
Thanks. - OK. Thanks and bye.
You're here already?
If you'd rung I'd have cooked earlier.
There was less traffic and I was faster than I thought. Hello.
Rabbit.
What's this? - He smoked five in the morning.
looking through the eastern windows, counting
the roof tiles of Count Alba's palace.
He smoked five more cigarettes in the evening.
while closely inspecting the pillars
of the roof of the royal library for winter damage.
What's the novel?
Karl May.
children hearing aids to hear easily
Rabbit.
I took Lucy to the paediatrician.
Immediately afterwards we took a test at the ENT surgery.
Did she ever have otitis? Small children often have it.
She had lots of colds and fever when she was two.
But she never had otitis.
Mummy, a rabbit.
Mummy!
Hello!
Look, I gave him an apple.
He ate an apple. - Hello, sweetie.
Just a moment... I have to...
Now. Hello.
Is it a bad moment?
No, just funny to hear from you.
Three days ago, I met Vera.
I now know that you knew each other.
Yes, I've seen her. She lives in Thuringia.
She told me. With her husband. A writer.
I just wanted to say "hello".
And see how you are.
I'm fine. I don't know what Vera told you.
I work at the university.
And I've been married for three years. - She told me.
We have two children, a boy and a girl.
Vicky is 4
and Paul is 2 1/2 years old.
You don't have a scar in your face? - No!
No scar. Why do you say that?
Vera told me. - What?
No, not true. She said you have a hearing aid.
That's right. It's very embarrassing.
My son also has hearing problems.
It must be difficult
for a child. Does he get bullied? - No.
The aids for children are more like toys.
It's not rare nowadays.
We quietly degenerate.
Look, I have to hang up.
Maybe I'll call again in the next few days, OK?
Mmm.
Did you get something nice?
And why? - Because I won.
Here. - It rattles.
It rattles. - Oh!
I wanted something big.
How big is big?
Humbert, the villain is big,
but I don't have such a big thing. Unwrap it!
Look,
when we're back home you can wish for something else. OK?
Shall I open it? - Yes.
And tonight I'll sleep here. - Yes.
May I? - Yes. - OK.