All language subtitles for Tag der Idioten

OKO FILMS/KAREL DIRKA
PRESENTS

DAY OF THE IDIOTS

A FILM BY
WERNER SCHROETER

When the sun shines warm above,
a girl will dream of love.

When the sun shines warm above,
a girl will dream of love.

I mustn't dream.

I mustn't dream.

I mustn't dream.

I'd like to cut a little rectangular
piece out of Alexander's head...

and replace it with a windowpane

in order to see if he loves me.

Until a naughty wind one day

blew her skirt up right away.

A naughty wind one day

blew her skirt up right away.

Now that was a lovely poem.
- But I don't like poems.

You recited everything all wrong.
- Not me.

You always recited everything wrong.
- No, you did.

He led her along the back of the stage,
where earlier the...

angels had been standing.

Now there were only empty pedestals.

But her assumption

that without the angels' music more a...

applicants would come turned out to be incorrect.

There were no longer any adults at all
in front of the pedestal.

Only a few children fought over
a long white feather

that had probably fallen from an angel's wing.

The first time, I didn't know
how everything had to be arranged.

Next time I'll do better.

But while still speaking,
she remembered whom she was addressing.

She had concentrated too much
on the thing itself.

'She's that kind of young lady?

And you handle the arrangements
and transportation, kid?

You really can't find a better job?'

She just shrugged her shoulders

at the familiar police interference.

'Well, pleasant journey, ' said the policeman,
upon receiving no reply.

There was probably contempt
in the policeman's words.

The police's contempt was better
than its attention.

What can I get you?
- Three Viennese coffees, please.

Excuse me?

Three Viennese coffees, please.

I mustn't dream. I need to breathe.

I need to breathe.

Alexander must look at me.

Alexander must look at me.

I'm enveloped by a sweet euphoria
of love and bliss.

I would rather die.

Please kill me!

Please kill me!

Please kill me!

Please kill me!

I need to eat.

I need to eat.

I need to eat.

I need to love.

Alexander must look at me.

Alexander must look at me.
Alexander must look at me.

Alexander is looking at me.

Alexander is looking at me.

Alexander is looking at me.

Alexander.

Alexander.

I mustn't dream.

I mustn't dream.

I mustn't dream.

I need to eat.

I need to eat.

I need to eat.

I need to love.

I need to love.

I can't refuse.

I can't refuse.

I can't refuse.

Alexander is looking at me.

Alexander is looking at me.

All people are different.

That's the only reason
you can love again and again,

without letting anyone own you...

and without wanting to own anyone else.

Alexander must look at me.

Alexander is looking at me.

You can have anything from me.
But you have to take it.

What do you want?

I want lo listen lo music.
That's all.

OK, music.

He wants music.

Music. Music.

What do you want from me?

My pants?

Take them!

My shirt? There.

I need to breathe.

I need to sleep.

I need to sleep.
- In a sea of love...

That's where I'd like to drown.

A sweet euphoria of love, bliss and...

It would be so nice...
nice if you didn't exist anymore.

...and drink hot kisses.

Are you moving out,
or don't you need books any more?

I will move out.

The books are being repaired.

Can I bring you something to eat?
- No, thanks.

Your food.

The Department of Criminal Investigation
would like your attention.

As part of an international search operation,

the anti-terrorism department is appealing

to all citizens of this country

and asking for their help.

Sought in connection
with last year's tenor attack

are the following persons:

...32 years old, precision engineer,
explosives expert...

...34 years old, editor, wears glasses,
acts as the group's weapons procurer.

Sven Danhover, 33 years old, gym teacher,
multiple bank robber...

Wrong number.

My name is Carole Schneider.

I thought that it had to be
a conspirators' apartment,

seeing how they live there

and the things that go on.

Are you always on the phone this long?

Always.

They're sneaky.

And that fat guy with the short haircut.

Oh, yes.

Are you going to torture them?

Hello.

This is Carole Schneider calling.

Fasanenstrasse 14.
- Police station 11. Yes, ma'am?

If you're still looking for terrorists,
I know one.

I'll take down the name.

And the address please?

The name is Josephine Lechner.

She rented an apartment on our street,

not far from our house.

You can easily find her:

She has a huge beak,
protruding ears and ugly kinky hair.

Lovely.

Please tell me: will she be tortured?

Stand up! Don't resist! Come with us!

This is no laughing matter.

I'm Carole Schneider.

Blood type unknown.
- What are you trying to accomplish?

You've named several people as suspects,

all women.

Isn't that correct?
- You'll have to come with us.

Are you even capable of repeating
those names to us?

No, never.

We're the wrong department for her.

She's ill.

Keep driving!

This blond man has been following me.

Your ID, please.
- I have no ID.

And now we're going to get undressed.

Because bathing is just something we do here.

You can put your things on this stool.

No one will remove them.

So 'we' are getting undressed?

Your pretty earrings, please.

But I'd like to keep them.

Thank you, my child.

What are you doing here?

I'm watching you.

Is that your job?

Yes.

Your new clothing is hanging over there.

The patient is still embarrassed.

My child, you're ill.

Would you tell me what you're doing here?

Do you work here?

Or are you part of the clientele?

I'm here for you.

And I'm here for you, of my own free will, too.

Not everyone here can say that.

And how about you?

You seem so happy here.

How old are you?

13.

I guess that's someone
who doesn't feel as free-willed

as we do.

Now you've been baptized and you're one of us.

I want to see my child.
Let me see my child!

Carole!

I want to see my child.

Let me see my child!

Carole.

Come on! Please help me!

Come quickly!

A naughty wind one day

raised her skirt right away.

Calm down!

And then it's the end of the dawn forever,

forever and ever and ever...

Milady,

welcome to court!

Stardust from planets,

just old slippers in the end,

slippers, slippers...

You're as pretty as a flower,
but keep your coat closed!

I'm God and you keep your coat shut.

A naughty wind one day

raised her skirt right away.

Slippers, slippers, slippers.

I wish I were a man.
Then I'd fall in love with this woman.

I really love sleeping.

Do you love sleeping, too?

I'd like to die...

...in a sea of love...

...that's where I'd like to drown.

Do you love sleeping, too?

A naughty wind one day

raised her skirt right away.

Do you love sleeping, too?

I really love sleeping.

A naughty wind one day

raised her skirt right away.

Close it!

How are you?

The same as you.

She has your child, she has your child.

My child.

My child.

Well?

Hand it to the queen!

I have to say goodbye to my daughter.

No.

My daughter doesn't belong here.

No. No.

You mustn't upset your daughter.

Please stop that now.

...in a sea of love...

He's coming.

He's coming.

My biological sister...

with my own husband.

I just had to stab them.

I took a knife...

and stabbed my own sister

and my husband.

I just had to stab them.

My own sister...

Cover yourself!

It's wonderful when you fail as a woman.

Believe me, because I failed.

...with my own husband.

I just had to stab them.

I failed.

Of course you failed.
But me, I never failed.

If you don't keep it closed,
I'll be cross with you.

Shut up, granny!

Of course you failed.

But I never did.

The record...

in Eroscenter 9-9

and 40 times a day.

And my old man said to me:

'You're...'
- No.

'You're like my mommy.'

And then in the afternoon
he went into the cold water.

And then in the afternoon
he went into the cold water.

Close it!

You're misbehaving again.

And soon so will Miss Hahn.

I'm good at that. Look.

Please!

I forgive myself all my sins,

because I've never loved anyone,

not even my own husband.

Not to mention my children.
- I loved everyone.

Damn it, queen, now I have to get
the chamber pot again.

Open the gate! Open the gate!

A golden carriage is coming.

What does he want, want?
What does he want, want?

He wants the prettiest one.

What does he want, want?
What does he want, want?

Listen, you pig!

Your old man visited me four times a week.

He was impotent anyway.

With you? No wonder.

No, my old man...
My old man was always faithful to me.

Always faithful, forget-me-not.

She won't stop pissing.

I can't help it.
It's God's will.

That's not true. It's not my will.

Now I have to wash my hands with soap.

But not with mine, I'm telling you.

What's she doing here?
Always faithful, oh my.

She doesn't bathe.
Always lovely, periwinkle.

You didn't expect that, did you?

Don't say anything!

You don't need to talk to those idiots.

Not a word.

She can't say anything anyway.

I think all she can do is fuck.

...to love, honor and cherish her
in sickness and health,

until death do you part?
Then say 'I do.'

I do.

And you, Valerie Braun?

Do you take this man Victor Krapp
to be your husband

and promise to be faithful to him

for better or worse, in sickness and health?

Then say 'I do.'
- I do.

You arranged that well, my darling.

Now you keep it closed!

Yes.

Not in my house, not before the eyes of God.

Put the ring on your bridegroom and say...

Weddings were more opulent in my court.

Now take each other by the right hand.

Yes, really grander.

The new one, Carole...

Isn't she rubbing menstrual blood
from her fingers?

Amen. Music.

Don't be afraid! Stay calm!
I won't abandon you!

I knew that my Hans could do it.

Early this morning

16-year-old temp Roswitha P.
Was sexually assaulted in the city park

by four baker's apprentices of the same age

on her way home from an early shift.

The minor sustained life-threatening injuries
and was admitted to St. Mary's Hospital.

A nice story.

Don't you agree?

How do I shoot someone in the heart
or in the chart?

I didn't kill a child!

Oh, as my London was burning...

I walk round the spot and I get hot.
I walk straight ahead and leave instead.

I stay inside, I'd rather hide.

I walk round the spot and I get hot.
I walk straight ahead to leave instead.

I stay inside, I'd rather hide.

In a sea of love

is where I'll drown.

And I'll be happy.

Once again I can't manage it today.

Yes, you can. Your prince...

Yes, you like that, right?

I can't understand you all.

I want all the children, even the dead ones.
They're all mine.

All children are mean.

All children are mean.

Holy Virgin, keep us from temptation!

Children are a gift from heaven.

Milady, did you see how wonderfully
that silly blonde snivels?

What day is it?

It's Wednesday.

Everyone's asleep.

Everyone must sleep.
You should sleep, too.

I can't understand the doctor.
You all should sleep.

Everyone must sleep now.

Miss Schneider, may I ask you something?

Come in, Nurse Elisabeth!

What should my father say?

Fine. I'll call you later.

It's all so pointless.
Everyone does as they please.

Nobody listens anymore.

And Father is too busy.

I need to be stronger.

Do you want some coffee?
Or some wine?

Red wine.

In the cabinet.

No one keeps order.

She doesn't even look at me.

I have her best interests at heart.

The father has to be right.

Otherwise it's all pointless.

Thank you.

Have a seat, Carole.

To your leg's health.

Thanks.

Why do you think you're here?

It was the only decision I could make.

The only decision was the insane asylum?

It was the only option.

The police brought you here.
- That's it.

So you fooled the police?

Why?

I used the police as a delivery service.

Then I'll just cure you. Cheers.

I guess that's all you have.

Well, what do you mean by 'all'?

Well, the leg, the specialized literature
and those two skunks.

No.

My desk lamp,

a few bottles of wine, my white lab coat and...

the work.

Nurses' lounge, Alfred Bruno, please.

Bruno, Alfred.

A patient, Miss Schneider, is with me.
Pick her up and bring her back to the ward.

Why did we even talk to each other?

Good night, Carole.

Dr. Bruno? Yes, this is Dr. Laura.

Dr. Bruno? Yes, this is Dr. Laura.

I suggest we get a bite to eat later.

Yes. I just had a look at a patient,
Carole Schneider. No.

I think she's totally sane.

What's wrong?

I can't go on.

We can do this.

This is my room.

And I guess that's your bed.

If I can stand you, I can stand them all.

Do you understand what that means?
I don't love you.

And I don't love anyone else either.
- Don't say that! It's not true.

Please take me seriously!

Don't make fun of me!
How am I supposed to help you?

If they see that up there.

Music?

If you have the record I want to hear.

Otherwise, I can do without,
Dr. Bruno.

And what would you like to hear?

Dvor�k's Trio.

When was the last time you wept?

Maybe I never have at all.
You?

What is today's date, Carole?

Take a good look at these women!

You must tell me if you recognize any of them.

Don't be afraid! The women cannot see you.

You know what this is about.
Be careful.

So, take a good look at the women!

Stand at attention!

Before being admitted
into the mental institution,

you gave the police
an exact description of a woman

and reported her for alleged crimes
against public order.

Can you identify one of these women
as the person you reported?

Yes, of course: the third one from the left.

You can't do that.
It's not true.

Don't interfere, doctor!

What if this girl is ill?

You don't need to throw them away.

They're not real pills.

Why?

Dr. Laura gave you sugar pills.

You don't believe me?

I brought you something.

That's horrible.

Gross.

Disgusting.

Will you come with me?

I have an hour off.

Why don't you do anything to get out of here?

You're lying to yourself if you try to stay here.

This is my home and you don't run away from home.

You're locked up here and it's not your home.

You'll regret that later.

The spirits are rising.

May he who has blood in his veins save himself.

Come!

I'll show you something.

Anyone who wants to can leave here.

Do you see that hole?
- That's too simple for me.

Simple.

The fugitive is sought until he's tracked down.

Even if it takes forever.

I'd like to drown in a sea of love...

Our pope could have said that
just as beautifully.

And isn't he too somehow on...

a sea of love,

carried by all those who love him?

And who kiss his hands?

And further down...

his feet?

Damn it, she reminds me
of Therese of Konnersreuth today.

Do you think she's never had sex?

I like Nurse Elisabeth.

You know,

I think she sewed up her front hole down there.

And everything comes out the back anyway.

I'm all open front and back.
But nothing comes out either side.

But stuff goes in.

How did it go with the police?

I made an accusation.

They wanted me to identify someone,
so I just accused one.

But you don't know any terrorists.
- No.

But nobody needs to take me seriously either.

Why do something like that?

I had to do it.

What do you mean you had to?

Now they can't throw me out of here.
- I don't get it.

Only an insane woman would
accuse someone she doesn't know.

Besides, we all are ruthless, even to ourselves.

May God forgive your sins.

Can the insane be sinners?

Besides, maybe she really was a terrorist.

But what if the woman is innocent?

You're cruel.

I belong here.

May the Lord smite you with madness,
blindness and rage.

I want to go to my grave.
I want to go to my grave.

But you're not crazy, blind and insane.
Are you?

Miss Schneider,
I have needed to speak to you for awhile.

I want my grave back. Give it to me!

You seem depressed, Laura.

Has my colleague realized again
how little we're able to help?

Cynicism is not a therapy.

I tried to convince a woman
that an imaginary child murderess

could be a compelling nanny.
That would be a way to cure Roswitha.

I told the woman Roswitha's sad
story with such intensity

that I even wept myself.
- Congratulations.

You wept? Unbelievable.

But the woman didn't shed a tear.
- No.

She just said that she didn't want
a murderess as a nanny.

It's not worth it.

Even though she knew
that Roswitha has never harmed a child.

And I wanted to explain to this woman
that Roswitha needs special help.

You're just trying to ease your conscience
with these rescue actions.

But I did have one success.

Ophelia is going to work.

Separating trash?

Working for a teacher's family.

She's getting out of the ghetto,

she'll be among people,

anyway...

away from here.

I am small.
- I am small.

And pure of heart.
- And pure of heart.

And pure of heart.

May Jesus...

May Jesus...

never...

never...

from me part.
- From me part?

From me part.
- From me part?

Part.

Jesus,

my heart is yours.

I would rather die,

just drink hot kisses...

...all, all the treasures,
and then he rescued the beautiful princess

and placed her in a white room.

So!

Then he rode on.

On and on, rode and rode, over rivers and hills,

until he came to his big, white castle

and there sat an old, old man...
- My crown is my kingdom.

Hail! Hail to you!

She should kindly not take so many liberties.

It's time.

Hail!
- Please pray for me!

You'll find solace with me
in the bosom of the Church.

It's time.
- Hail to you!

Good my lord,

how does your honour for this many a day?

Are you done with your intrigues?

Are there no more assassins on the way?

No more mercenaries

to risk their sorry chivalry for you?

Who was it that told me she would be abject?

I find a haughty woman...

Good my lord,
how does your honour for this many a day?

How does your honour?

Good my lord,

how does your honour

for this many a day?

Name me the pledge that shall be surety for you,

if I magnanimously loose your bonds?

Force is my only safety.

No pact can ever be maintained
with serpent-broods.

I'm on fire. I'm burning.

Oh, Mortimer,

I'm so lonely. Mortimer.

Here is your crown, Mrs. Weber. It's been
awhile since you were as good as today.

Hail! Hail!
- I'm flushed.

I'd like my plum please.
- I'm flushed.

I'd like my plum please.

I'd like my plum, please.

Why am I a disgrace to the family?

Why am I a disgrace to the family?

Why am I a disgrace to the family?

I'd like my plum please.

With a fat nose like that,

I'd like to know

who would be coming by...

to see you tonight.

Definitely not...

the handsome prince.

Dear Nurse Elisabeth.

Such pretty white shoes...

...Nurse Elisabeth has.

Such pretty white shoes.

Night always comes much too early.

And it's already that time again.

Will it be shorter tonight?

Now we're going to be nice good girls
and go beddy-bye.

Come, my little monkey!

Rider, hippity hop, if he falls, he'll cry out.

If he falls in the ditch,
then the ravens will eat him up.

If he falls in the swamp, then he goes plop.

...Johnny sits on the stove
and singes his pants. How did that go!

Continue. I have things to do.

I want to go back to prison.

My Child!

Close it!

Back to prison.

Yes, I'm coming.

You can finish earlier today, Nurse Marian.

I can handle this on my own.

Over my dead body.

You see? I'm needed.

That's the third one today.

Yes, there are always more on the weekend.

Excuse me, where's the toilet?

What is it?
- Where's the toilet?

The toilets are behind that door.
Please open them, Nurse Elisabeth.

Excuse me!
I didn't want to disturb you. Thanks.

Here... someone... is hanging in there.

Please wake up!

Something is hanging from the transom in there.

What's wrong with all of you?

Please listen!

Someone is hanging in there.

Please, I'm begging you.

A dead person is hanging there.

Something is hanging there like a corpse.

We have to save them.

Please, please come with me!

Please.

I'll take you there.

Please, please, please come with me!

I'll show her to you.

I'll show her to you.

Please, please, please believe me!

Stop that or you'll get an injection.

Nurse, I beg you.

Come with me!

Dear God, someone hanged herself
from the transom in the bathroom.

The doctor will be here soon.

Everyone has heard about it.

All the way up...

...to the top.

They already told me:
'Nurse Elisabeth

doesn't sleep and doesn't eat.

She walks around the house all night,
even after her shift is over.'

Do you understand, Elisabeth?

For the ones up there...

...this has to stop.

Otherwise they'll think
that you can't cope with your life either.

I just want to help.

Just as I would want someone,
if I really were in the situation that you all

seem to think I am, to help me.

Please let me check the toilet!
I need to know what's happened.

I'm begging you.

This woman was afraid,

afraid of something that really exists.

I know:
something unspeakable has happened.

Look at me!

Listen to me!

You're tormenting me.

The way you torment and destroy
anything you don't understand.

You hate me because I'm religious.

Even if my faith held a thousand different
truths, you wouldn't believe in any of them.

Stay in your seat and wait here for me

while I check the bathroom and the toilets!

Wait here until I come for you!

His name is Markus.

Holy Virgin, help us!

Ophelia, why have you done this to me?

Now you'll be cold forever.

Why couldn't I help you?

The water's running.

We did what we could for them.

My conscience is clear.

All of us...

killed you.

All of us.

No, only me.

See how the ones up there are always right!

It's very encouraging
that they can laugh so much.

But it's too bad that there's no joy in it.

Mrs. Weber and Ophelia have been with us here
for a long time, and these two women

have indeed tried to help each other
in order to survive.

They've found a way that we didn't see.

Mrs. Weber will always remain here,

with or without a chamber pot on her head.

And she'll die here.

I know that.

But Ophelia...

has a real chance...

Yes.
- Even my son has made an appearance.

The model patient that you permanently saved

just permanently hanged herself in the bathroom.

That isn't true.

What a mess.

Alive!

I'm alive. I'm alive, I'm alive.

People die.

Alfred.

You'll get used to it.
It's a part of our job.

And a part of your life.

Kid, I want to have sex with you.

Don't be like that.
I only grabbed your cock.

Leave it to me!
I'll show them.

You all have cancer.

You can't dance at all.

Our little Carole...

was the only person here who had a normal
reaction to the death of another.

I know. - What is that supposed to mean?
- I know. I know.

I know. She's gone.

Finally.

Come!

Alexander.

When she pointed to me...

I'm your doctor.

...she smiled, she said.

Alexander.

I don't get it.
Does she love me or hate me?

Welcome.

Then welcome.

One, two, three, she's very beautiful.
That's what the nurse said.

One, two, three.

What are you counting?
- Memories.

I mustn't worry, but it's...
a messed up memory.

One, two, three.

Why are you lying on the floor?
You can't do that.

Come with me please.
- Later.

I'm back.

Your hair smells good.
You washed it.

Where should I lie down?

Lady Stuart, isn't it?

It isn't.

You fat pig.
You can't use bandages to

hang yourself from the window like Ophelia.
- Rider, hippity hop, if he falls...

You'd need sailor's rope for that.

She's as fat as shit.

I watered the balloon twice.

A balloon isn't a plant.

Yes, yes. Yes, yes. Yes, yes.

That's my bed.
- No, there.

Why did she take my bed?
That was my bed.

My soap is gone.
My soap gone. My soap is gone.

My soap is gone.

Grand rounds are today.

March, march!
- Well. Good morning.

What is it, Nurse Elisabeth?
- I need to talk to you. -Yes, later.

Carole is back.

Yes, yes. And voluntarily again, I'm sure.

Then I had the child by four fathers,

a dear little boy, so poor and weak.

The neighbor lady always wanted
to take it from me.

Like in a shooting gallery.
- Stop that!

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Good morning, Mrs. Weber.
How are we today?

Ophelia can sleep now.

Even hell has to sleep sometimes, Mrs. Weber.

Come now!

Look, doctor! I have my red socks on again.
- Well.

Never mind.

You know...

A few days ago...
I think I caught the clap.

I... did it with my finger.

And the other day I secretly,
with the same finger...

When I brought the big breakfast bin
through the park,

I toddled on, left the bin

and went over to the men's bathroom
in Section III.

Max was standing there. Holy mother of God,
he has such a huge, red willy.

And he was peeing.

And I held the same finger, this one,
under it, doctor,

under the pee, until he was finished.

And I don't want to be coy,

but I think I have V.D. now.

That changes everything, Miss Hahn.
Nurse Elisabeth.

This lady is going to the dermatologist tomorrow.

My neighbor had a healthy, fat, ugly child.

I want to go back home to my dear husband, doctor.
- And your mother?

I'm a disgrace to the family.

I want to go back to prison.

Good morning.

But, dear lady,
they weren't able to help you in prison.

Please, I want to get out of here. I want to
make amends for everything, but not here.

I have to get out of here.

Why? You're afraid.

No. Not afraid.

But I'm dying here.

And it's nicer in prison?

Doctor?
- Excuse me.

Doctor, when were you born?

1935.

This is the girl that Carole reported.

That's not enough.

...a cashier. She was sent to prison
because of Carole.

Where there's whispering, there's lying.

That's not always the case,
but this time you're right.

That's how it is with the truth.

I know, doctor.
But now you're lying again.

We're going to need an injection.
- Forget about that!

Please don't do that.

Roswitha.
- That hurts a lot, a lot.

It really hurts.
- Don't be afraid. -I know.

Roswitha.

Then you'll have a son, too,
a strong, powerful son.

I think she's terribly afraid of something.
- Roswitha.

Now he's at the window showing you
the pretty, colored sun.

Roswitha.
- The sun.

It's so beautiful. Let's sing together.

Leave it to me!

Nurse Maria, go get the commando!
- No!

I want to see everything.
- So do I.

I can see everything.

Now Roswitha is going to fly into the sun.

Whenever the pastor

put his thing in my mouth...
- Be quiet! So.

...I had to promise not to tell a soul...
- I'll show you the sun...

...or my mom and dad would die.
- ...a pretty red ball.

That's enough.

Be careful not to fall!

Wait! I'll get you the sun. The sun.

That is incredibly painful.
I know that.

It's painful, awfully painful.
I know that. It hurts.

Then you'll have a son, too,
a strong, powerful son.

I have to see how deep this is.
It's deep enough.

It's deep enough here. It's good. Yes.

Roswitha needs to act that out now. Go now!

Is it coming yet, Nurse Elisabeth?

It hurts so much.

But then...

A son.
- With all his parts in place.

Now you have a son, a man.

No straitjacket now.
She'll get through this.

The pretty, colored sun. Look!

All quiet.

If she doesn't go to the dark side this time
and instead chooses life, then...

maybe she's been helped.

You don't mean
that the patients should heal themselves?

Why not?
- My child.

As you see fit.

I love my little child.

I love my little child.
I love my little child.

I love my little child, love my child, my child.

Don't be afraid! Dr. Laura is going
to do a test with you two.

I love you so much.

But now you may speak with your victim.

Doctor, you're doing me a great favor.
I finally get to meet the girl.

What was that again? Memories.

Are you being watched, too?

I'm watching you.

So they're watching you watch.

Even if we talk very quietly, we can be sure

that someone will be eavesdropping
and monitoring all our steps.

But don't be afraid!

Don't turn around!

Everything you say or think or feel

already belongs to me.

Speak only in numbers!

No one here understands them but me.

When were you born?
- Answer, Carole!

22

4

1960.

Midnight. One, two, three, four, five...

6:35 a.m.

Now, don't whisper, Nina.

Many things are already over for you.

But you still have a lot ahead of you.

One trillion, 17 billion,

25,836 millions,

9,847 millions.

You're so beautiful. You're so beautiful.

You can talk about that another time.
Carole's not going anywhere.

My little hands. They're dirty,

sweaty, spotty, bloated with tears.

Yes.

Yes, we have to live for our pain.

We're only born to suffer.

We thank you, Lord God.
We thank you and love you.

You are no one and you are omnipresent.

I caress you.

I kiss you.

You belong to me only, to me alone.
I love you.

I love you.

I made the accusation against you.

I love you.

I made the accusation against you.

I love you. Mary!

Nurse Elisabeth, you're too loud.

Besides, you should be home by now.

You're disturbing the patients.

Roswitha could only lift
the neighbor's fat child.

She could touch it.

But she couldn't drop it.

She wanted to drop it.

But she couldn't.

Even if she'd dropped it,
it would've gotten caught on something

because its hair was so long.
It would have lived another moment.

If it had fallen,
it would have lived its whole life.

I was that child. And then I fell.

It was so terribly tall.

The house was terribly tall
and I was very afraid.

Then I fell a long, long way,

an endlessly long way.

Fallen, fallen, fallen.

Fallen.

1848.

Fallen.

1870/71.

Fallen.

Fallen.

Yes.

But not dead.

Fallen.

You..

You have been saved.

You...

are alive.

I'm not alive.

We all save ourselves.

They...

You...

You...

Everyone.

Everyone.

Everyone.

Who is everyone?

Yourself?

And everyone.

Nothing happened, only nice things.

They... they saved everyone, everyone.

Only...

rm guilty.

No, no.

Give them another moment.

Give them another moment.

I know. My shift is already over.

The two of them are in a circle.

The circle must not be broken now.

You... You're... beautiful.
- We pray in church.

Beautiful.

It won't hurt that much.

There.

Another one you can jab 20 times.

Don't be afraid!

She's asleep.

My poor girl.

Nurse Elisabeth, open the door now.

To the wall, to the wall.

Just as others...

look forward to Christmas,

I look forward...

today...

to...

my...

death.

To my death.

Who wants to play the tambourine today?

And the Xylophone?

I want the drums.

Drums make a lot of noise.

Why did my dear old man have to go
into cold water like that?

My dear old man.

I'll tell you my secret now.

I'm God.

Yes, maybe later.
- That's a nice secret, right?

Yes, maybe later.
- Don't tell anyone!

Nobody knows that I'm God.

Yes, what did we hear?

Music from other planets.

It was music anyway.

In a sea of love...
- What a night.

...that's where I'd like to drown...

In this euphoria of love...

I am God.

I am God.

Heaven is my witness.

Finally.

I love you so much.

Get out!

Leave me alone!

Yes, yes, I know: you want death.

My death.

Well, with music, please.

I will see to it that you leave here.

I'll stay here.

Then I'll throw you out.

To kill me.

Everyone's afraid.

Only the crazy ones aren't.

So you hope.

I couldn't be as scared as you.

And I'll prove it to you.

Let me continue!

Music?

We were talking about freedom from needs.

Now I think that many people might have needs,

from which they want to be freed.

Illness only exists as an idea,

but that's precisely the reason...

why we definitely want to accept
the many inarticulable needs...

from which we don't want to be freed.

My experiment contains the two pillars
of anti-psychiatry,

namely opening the doors

and re-connecting issues of exclusion
with the outside world.

The clinic will be the place
where the attempt that failed in society

is repeated.

In society, the patient,

as he is understood,
is unable to express himself,

to get a response to his needs.

That's why there are psychiatric clinics
where the benevolent provide this free help.

As human beings,
we're chosen to endure suffering.

God will reward us for it.

Now we're all going back to bed.

But I still need to clean Senta.

Don't you look at me.

Open the windows!

Open the windows!

Open the windows!

She's the one.

You're the one.

She's the one.

No, not like that. Like this.

Like this.
- Such beautiful hair.

Get out of the way!

Nurse Elisabeth, I need to see my daughter.

Wait, I'll get your daughter.

Rapunzel, let down your hair!

Rapunzel, let down your hair!

Hello, Ruth.

Yes?
- Not now.

That can't be.

When my lover and I died,

we were delighted to see,
as our souls left our bodies,

that we were still together.

But it was so awful.

Our souls dissolved as well

and our love sank into oblivion.

Please don't forget,
if we meet again as strangers,

that we once loved each other!

Yes, when we're dead.

Please, please don't forget!

The human soul is eternal.

No one really dies.

No one really dies.

No one really dies, no one really dies...

Please, I want to go back to prison.

I want to go back to prison.

There, take it!

I'll stay...

here forever.

Please, I want to go back to prison.

I'll stay now.
- No, you're going to be released tomorrow.

My heart isn't in there.
My phone numbers are.

I'll stay...

here forever.

Alfred told you: you're going to be released.

Aside from responding to existing needs,

we must also learn to create new needs.

I want to see my daughter today.
- Your daughter isn't here anymore.

Doctor Laura released her.
- But to where?

I can't go on, I don't want to go on.

She...

is on your conscience.

I believe in the open asylum.

But to where?

Alfred Bruno.

Hello? Hello? Who's there?
- Eyes closed.

Already asleep.

Already asleep.

I'm already asleep.

Don't dream!

Don't dream! I never dream.

I'm already asleep.

Eyes closed!

One, two, three.

Who is so free?

Not anymore. Not anymore.

I'm already asleep.

I'm already asleep.

I mustn't dream.

I need to live.

I can't...

refuse.

I'm afraid.

Please, please close the door!

Terribly, horribly...
I'm awfully afraid.

I want to lie in my bed.

My bed, my happiness, my future.

Not yet.

A says:

'Can you tell me why X married Y
of all people?'

B says:

'Because he loves her.'

A says: 'I don't believe that.

I guess he chose her because,
after they'd been together a while,

he felt obligated.'

B explains X's behavior

by attributing it to love and affection.

On the other hand, A explains the same behavior

by seeing it as an expression
of obligatory feelings of guilt.

How could that possibly happen?

Please, I want to go back to prison.

Please, I want to go back to prison.

I want my future.