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Requiem is based on real events,

but the characters and situations portrayed in the film are fictional.

Please!

It's here!

What is it?

I've been accepted. I can go to University on the 4th.

- We'll see... - What? It says so!

Oh, Michaela,

you know how it is.

Yes, I lost a year at school already. I'm going.

Let's take it easy. Maybe you can try it out for a day.

What?

Now be reasonable.

We've talked it over a hundred times.

How can you go with your thing?

Mama, the pills aren't for fun.

I haven't had anything for 6 months.

But what did the doctor say?

Marianne, that's enough.

What did he say?

He said it can happen again any time.

Right. Then there you are,

in Tübingen.

Should we cancel my dorm room?

What dorm room?

I thought if she's going to study, she'll need some place to live.

You rented her a room?

Mama, please! I'm 21.

- Hello. - Good day.

- Mrs. Kramer. - Michaela Klinger.

Pleased to meet you. Your room is downstairs.

This way.

Here it is.

Here. Your new home.

It's nice and big...

And so quiet.

Well, over a hundred girls live here.

They'll all still be out on a nice evening like this.

Say hi to everyone for me.

Oh, I almost forgot!

Papa...

Nothing special,

but a student needs a typewriter.

Take care.

Thanks, Papa, for everything.

Good morning. Stay where you are a moment, okay?

Social pedagogy is about communicating values.

And it's about finding these values for yourself.

How can you pass them on otherwise?

Do you believe in the role model function of pedagogy?

- Me? - Yes, you.

I don't know.

What do you believe in?

In God.

You all find that amusing, do you?

What do you believe in then?

You see?

And that's exactly the problem.

Hanna?

We were in high school together... Michaela.

What are you doing here?

What do you think? Pedagogy is easy credits.

It's my major. Where do you live?

In the south city dorm.

- Me, too! - How nice for you.

Brotherly love?

Pedagogy is easy credits, isn't it?

Where were you?

You were there until 11th grade, then you disappeared.

- I took a year off. - Why?

- I didn't bring my swimsuit. - So? Me neither.

Come in! It's not cold!

Think I'm lying?

Come in!

Now you're gonna get baptized!

- Amen. - Amen.

Show me!

- I want one, too. - Eat your dinner.

The first week was great.

We had a test and I think I didn't do badly.

And I met Hanna Imhof there.

She's studying, too?

With a father like that...

That's got nothing to do with her.

No wonder you came so late.

We didn't send you there for that.

I wanted to go there!

Can't we eat in peace for once?

Apparently not.

Look! The trees look so different, so green.

With those branches.

Nice you found time for the pilgrimage.

Have I ever missed one?

No!

Up there.

Want to go in there?

You can pray now.

Someone stole something.

Yes.

It all looks so old.

Lui-gina.

Giu-seppe.

Angels with roses.

She's so sad.

What did you ask Saint Katharina for?

- Only the saint knows. - Think she'll answer?

You just have to listen.

She'll give some kind of sign and then you'll feel her.

You didn't feel it yet?

Thanks.

Here.

I prayed and asked the Lord to keep his eye on you.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

I won't disappoint you. Let's talk...

Enough! Stop it! Please!

Look, a rosary.

Michaela!

What are you doing here?

Papa...

- I don't know. There were... - What?

I heard voices and then I saw...

Sit down.

Be glad I woke up and not your mother.

That would have been it.

Let's go before the others come.

I'm sorry.

- So, I'm gonna cut it now. - Are you sure?

It can't be worse than before!

Or can it?

Hello. One, please.

Hello.

Beer, soda, cola?

- You want a beer? - Thanks.

I'd like a soda.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

How long have you been in Tübingen?

It's my first semester.

- What are you studying? - I want to be a teacher.

- You? - Chemistry.

- Great, right? - Well...

My father has a food additives company.

I'm supposed to take it over.

I have to go sell sandwiches.

Yes.

May I?

Sorry.

I want to dance.

Wake up! We're really late!

You better not have gone!

You sly cow!

Michaela! Shit! Wake up!

Let me go!

Come out of there.

There.

Thanks.

Why didn't you say? Epilepsy!

That's why you weren't at school.

I'm so sick of it.

Do you have a doctor here?

Forget it.

Know how many doctors I've had?

And in the end they have no idea.

Diagnosis by exclusion.

They try something to see if it works. Then you get new pills.

Always new ones.

Then new side effects and pills against them, too.

You have to accept that you're sick.

It's dangerous, Michaela!

No reason to keep secrets.

I'm ashamed of it.

You could have told me.

Swear not to tell.

If my parents find out I collapsed,

I'm done for.

I'll keep my mouth shut if you go to the doctor.

Michaela? In the middle of the week? That's a surprise!

Do you have a few minutes for me?

Peppermint?

Cat got your tongue?

You'll say I'm crazy,

but no one else'll understand.

If I'm to understand anything, you have to open your mouth.

In San Carlo...

I woke up in the night and

I couldn't touch the rosary any more.

I tried to, but there was something holding me back,

like I wasn't myself anymore.

And then it happened again.

Last night.

And there were hideous faces and voices

calling me a filthy slut.

You have no idea what I'm going through.

They come suddenly and

they're everywhere and I can...

close my eyes or try to hide,

but nothing helps, they keep yelling!

What do they yell? That you're a slut?

And that you shouldn't touch the rosary?

Don't make fun of me.

Do you have it here?

It's just a souvenir, from a shop.

Why don't you believe me?

Listen to yourself? Faces, voices!

What are you talking about?

The devil?

We believe in him, and in God, too,

but they are symbols, examples for our orientation,

not literal things.

- But Father Landauer... - A bunch of shit!

Fantasies!

Stuff to tell a psychologist.

You're angry because you're afraid.

You know I'm not lying and that I'm not making it up.

You just started your studies.

Finally out of this place.

What are you getting into? Go your own way!

But where does it lead when you see these things?

I thought you could help me.

So much is going on... I don't know.

Need more time?

I felt strange the first weeks away from home, too.

I understand.

Stefan...

Promise you'll always stand by me.

Sure.

Kiss me!

- Want it in writing? - Stop it!

No!

Kiss and run...

You can only do that with Stefan.

Weren't we going to study?

The day's shot anyway.

I'm not after first prize here.

I can always redo the semester.

How do you know?

'Course I can.

Here.

You might understand something.

It's Saint Katharina of Biasca.

- She died at 33. - So?

Hanna, she did a lot of good in the time she was given.

She was sick, from a poor family

and stopped a war, at 33!

It says here God dictated it

and that she resisted the devils

and found redemption in death.

Blah, blah, blah.

You don't want to understand, right?

I already lost a year.

The time you have is a gift.

So, here are your next appointments.

X-ray next Tuesday.

Are you cold?

Now close your eyes.

Michaela. We were passing through. I thought we'd stop in.

What a coincidence!

I can't get your story out of my head.

I told Father Borchert.

- He was vicar in our parish. - Hello.

It hurts that you don't believe me.

I want to help when I say you should to go to a doctor.

There.

Satisfied? Three appointments.

Are you going to tell me I'm crazy, too?

I think you can always speak with a pastor.

Father Landauer doesn't act like it.

I know your parish well.

Yes, I remember. Your sermons were very nice.

I was supposed to bless a cow once.

And did you do it?

That's more Gerhard's territory: simple belief.

God as a kind of insurance company for bad times.

The harvest should be good and business booming.

That's how people are there.

I wonder whether God's existence is proven by a good harvest?

Or by someone being sick?

There's a difference between suffering, spiritual need and superstition.

What happened to me is real.

I don't know if new pills will help.

Sometimes I think we try to explain things with science

that cannot be explained.

What good is science

when someone is in real need?

Don't we ask God to stand by us?

Yes. I don't understand all that.

I only know what's inside me.

Why should I try to convince you

none of it happened, Michaela?

Because it might be crazy and because I'm sick.

The world makes our souls sick.

I was close to despair.

You know, I'm not asking for much.

I want to be here and live my life.

But sometimes I have nothing to hold on to, and then...

My faith has given me strength. You have your faith, too,

and it is stronger than the dark things happening to you.

But I'm afraid.

God's hand is strong. It can protect us.

- In prayer we are close to God. - Yes.

Should we pray?

Holy spirit,

come into my heart.

Take it unto you and grant me the love and the fear of God.

Christ, protect me from evil thoughts,

warm me with your tender love

so that my burdens appear light.

Help me in all my tasks,

Christ's love,

Christ's love,

Amen.

So this is a crazy's head!

Stop it!

And these are the pills? So small?

They say one a day

should stop the seizures for a year.

Grand mal epilepsy. Sounds like French cheese.

Shut up for a second. Your handwriting is tricky enough.

Yes, I think it's good.

Super. Good enough for you is good enough for Schneider. Right.

Speaking of taking charge of my life...

I applied for an internship in Hamburg.

And?

I got it!

- No! - Yes, I did.

In a children's home. Right after Christmas.

- So soon? - It's only for 4 weeks. No time at all.

And you have your darling. Where is he, anyway?

Maybe that's him!

Oh, is this the wrong room?

- No, I... - What are you doing here?

You never call...

What's the party?

Michaela helped me with an essay.

- Hanna. - Yes.

- Hello. - I know your father.

I'll be going then. Goodbye.

Bye, Hanna. See you later.

Come in!

You look skinny.

Maybe I just grew a little.

I didn't tell Mama I'm here.

She's just starting to calm down.

This came this week.

You're on my insurance.

The things they wrote...

But it's nothing new.

I needed a doctor in Tübingen anyway.

This sounds different.

Like it's worse.

It says...

you should see a psychiatrist

to exclude a psychogenic psychosis.

Stop it. Did you go?

No, not yet.

Michaela, listen.

After all those years in the hospital because of the epilepsy,

what should I think?

What do you think?

I can see you're well... but...

You know you said

we're lost if we go to the doctor?

We're all in God's hands.

Oh, child!

It's so good to see you.

Yes... Look!

Merry Christmas.

For those of you studying to be teachers,

a little assignment for you.

It's due January 15th.

So you get a taste of having to work during the holidays.

Off to battle...

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

Good to see you.

Michaela.

Hallo.

Watch out, you'll get yourself dirty.

Look!

Think that suits you?

Dinner's almost ready!

Go unpack.

I drew this for you.

My little Helga. That's nice.

Think that suits you?

- Don't be so cheeky! - Don't you be so cheeky!

Just you wait!

You little tickle monster!

Did you buy them for your boyfriend?

Who says I have one?

You have one! Admit it!

Hide them under the bed. That's where I hide my things.

And what would that be?

- Dinner! - Don't bring up boyfriends!

A recorder! Thank you!

- That is nice. - Did you make this yourself?

- What is it? - An electric shaver!

Very modern!

What's that?

It's from Tübingen.

Well I'll be!

Real leather.

Thank you.

What's that?

Came in the mail.

That's something.

Santa brought it.

What is it?

- A little sheep. - Oh, how sweet!

- What? - What's going on?

Let me go! I didn't do anything!

- Where are my things? - It wasn't me.

It's Christmas! Stop it!

- Where are my things? - What things?

Are you crazy?

They're where they belong.

Why did you do that?

- Put on your coat. - In the trash!

You're a Klingler!

What's that got to do with it?

Don't dress like a tramp!

Have you all gone mad? We're going!

Have you ever cared what I want?

Pull yourself together!

How much longer?

Don't!

Let me go!

Christ, full of mercy...

- Papa! - Michaela!

- Papa! - My God!

Child.

The pills!

I'm not allowed to pray anymore.

I'm not allowed to pray anymore.

- Hello. - Michaela.

Come in.

It's so quiet here.

Like yesterday's mass. Not even 50 souls.

- But I prayed for you. - It didn't do much good.

Everything I do is wrong.

I try to pray,

I try to be a good student,

but they always come and get me.

I even broke the rosary my mother gave me.

I'm starting to understand Saint Katharina's suffering.

Saint Katharina, yes...

She had to survive many trials.

But she kept contact with God right until the end.

She was chosen through her suffering.

Maybe God has abandoned me.

He doesn't give a shit.

He died for us on the cross.

No one is excluded from His sacrifice.

Not you, either.

But we live in times where evil is very strong,

always trying to get the upper hand.

So why me? Why with me?

I'm not doing anything!

I go to university. I try to do right.

And God sends me demons.

Because you are special.

Your sensitivity to this godless world is strong.

Let us pray. It helped last time.

I don't want to pray!

Prayer doesn't help.

They come when I want to pray.

Why won't God let me be happy?

Am I being punished?

God doesn't punish, He tests those

He loves the most. You know that.

I have to see it as a trial or there is only despair left to me.

You sit there and babble on.

You sit in this hole and complain how far God is from us

and how Godless the world has become?

If prayer really gives you strength,

why do you just complain?

Why don't you do something?

Goodbye.

Won't you at least tell me who that was?

And why I had to drive you here at Christmas?

Please, Papa!

What else must we do for you?

Should we let you go back like this?

I just forgot the pills once.

I can't take it!

I'm tired. Do you know

how hard it is covering for you?

Your mother makes my life hell.

She's constantly afraid that God knows what will happen to you!

Drive.

Please.

- Bye, sweetie. - Bye.

- Take care of yourself. - Yes.

- See you. - See you.

Hanna?

Hanna...

My dad was drinking again.

May I?

I could use a beer myself now.

Nonsense!

Anyway, everything's still closed for Christmas.

Hallelujah.

I'm so glad that's over.

Tomorrow morning I catch the train, and eight hours later: Hamburg.

I should have done it sooner, leave this crap behind.

Can't you put it off?

You told me to get my life sorted out.

I don't know what that is, my life.

I hear voices, Hanna.

- What? - You can't imagine what it's like.

I'm out of control.

It's all running through my fingers,

sucking the energy out of me.

Michaela, what are you saying?

You can't go now.

I don't know what'll happen. I'm afraid.

Don't drink with your pills.

Maybe you should go to a psychiatrist.

Hey, wait!

You can't tell me that right when I'm leaving for Hamburg!

I believe you, but please believe me!

Piss off, you and your psycho-doctor!

What a surprise!

I missed you.

- You've been drinking. - It's wearing off.

Again.

Do it.

I really have to go.

Let's do something together.

We could take a trip.

We won't have time during the semester.

Stefan, I have to write my essay.

- It's an important test. - It's vacation!

- What about New Year's? - I don't know yet.

Bye.

At least let me get this damn essay done!

Please!

- Hello? - Stefan?

Did you get the ink ribbon?

- Yes. - Where? This?

You type, I'll dictate.

Hand it in next semester.

- No. - They won't cut your head off.

That's not the point.

I have everything ready, yeah?

Let's start from the beginning.

"... emphasizes home child-rearing in comparison to public models. Period.

Family care, comma, marriage, hyphen, mother-counseling, comma,

supervised probation, which you have to

find in room 112 lost in the bowels of bureaucracy..."

Give it to me.

Was that wrong?

Not at all. Everything you do is just right.

So who's getting an A now?

If I'd known that before, I would have studied pedagogy.

Is it done?

We have to celebrate. I'm taking you out.

We've been at it two days and nights.

We could both use some sleep.

I slept. You don't look like it.

I'm gonna shower.

Be right back.

Michaela!

Stefan!

You can't just run off!

I can't take any more days like that.

But we got it done! It's a sign!

I can finish my degree!

It's your first semester...

What'll you look like after four years of this?

Maybe it is all too much.

Like you said.

Tell me what's going on.

I can't.

I'm going home.

Michaela...

We all met and had a talk.

We have different opinions.

It might be better if we talked in your room.

Why? We can talk here.

I don't know what this is all about. Looks official.

I thought we could pray.

It's more important that we make sure you feel better.

I am better.

We don't have to pray if you don't want to.

What kind of pastor are you?

Why are you here anyway?

Is Tübingen in your parish all of a sudden?

Now you stop it!

Here. I'm doing an essay and I have to hand it in.

The way you behave!

I passed the test.

l, Lord, seek refuge in you.

Never let me fail.

Let your justice save me.

Turn your head to me. Save us from...

Don't provoke them, please...

They let me write my essay.

Maybe they're gone now.

She can't pray anymore, Karl!

- He has a point. - Sorry. I didn't want to scare you.

Leave them alone! Don't drive them crazy with your theories!

We could have helped earlier. The girl needs our help,

not your doctors and psychiatrists.

You must prove the possession.

Do you know what that means?

- An exorcism? - How much proof do you need?

The Bishop has my application.

What?

What Father Borchert is saying...

Enough of this kindergarten!

Michaela...

Say it.

- What? - Tell us that you're fine.

And you're studying.

It's a lot of work.

And that you're taking your pills.

And that they're talking shit!

And that you're tired.

That you need some sleep.

It's just like you say.

- So it is! - Yes, it's

just like you say, Papa.

Then we don't need to stay.

I didn't want to scare you by praying.

We will help you. I promise.

Hello, Hanna, good to have you back.

Hanna!

Well?

You're back! Nice to see you.

Why didn't you write?

You don't have a drink. I'll get you one, yeah?

- How was it? - It was okay.

- Did something happen with Michaela? - Why?

Look at her!

She's lost so much weight.

Come here.

I don't know either.

I think we're through.

- I can't take it anymore. - This is not about you!

- What is it about? - She'll end up in the psychiatric clinic!

Didn't she tell you?

You haven't been to the doctor, right?

Why?

If you don't want to go alone, I'll be happy to go with you.

I want to go to San Carlo, to Saint Katharina.

- I want to ask her to intercede. - Man! Stop it with your stupid saint!

Do you want to end up like her?

Michaela, I don't want to find you lying here again!

Yes. Stefan,

let's take a trip. You wanted to, right?

- Why was it Hanna who told me? - Don't do this.

You promised to stand by me.

Drive with me to Italy, yes?

The way things are I don't think that's a good idea.

You said you'd stand by me, right?

Michaela, calm down!

You shut up! What did you tell him?

Nothing.

I asked you what you told him!

Enough!

I'm calling the hospital. Stay here.

What?

You have to eat.

A little.

I don't want to go to the hospital.

Promise you won't bring me to the hospital.

- They can help you. - How?

I can't touch the cross any more.

Do you understand?

I can't touch it! Look!

Did you see? There.

Come here.

There.

Hello... Would you take these?

I can't take her to the loony bin.

Stefan...

Mr. Klingler?

You have to help me. Michaela is asleep.

What?

She was unsettled all night. She's bound to wake up soon.

- Is Ela here? - Go to your room!

Did you hear me?

You must have a doctor who knows Michaela.

We didn't want to go to a hospital.

A doctor, yes.

It says here that

she should be in a hospital because she's not right in the head.

What is that?

I should have done something sooner.

There must be a good clinic.

No clinic is good.

Michaela knows that best of all. They never help in the end.

But we've no choice now.

Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to give her a chance.

- I'm not going to a hospital. - Stay. Sit down.

They won't find anything.

You can't x-ray what I have.

Eat!

You always knew it. You saw me break the rosary

and you knew about San Carlo,

admit it!

Now go to your room and sleep!

I won't do shit!

- Come on. - Leave me alone. I can stand.

Then go.

Then please go by yourself!

Open this door!

Now I'm going to make something good and not the shit you cook!

Oh, God!

- Open it now! - Go screw yourselves!

if you put me in the hospital,

do you understand?

My God, Karl, she'll hurt herself.

- You belong in a clinic! - Yes.

Pray with her.

Maybe it will help.

Our Father, who art in heaven...

Our Father, who art in heaven,

Hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

On earth

as it is in Heaven.

So what about the hospital now?

Is that all you can manage?

Now you finally come to me!

Yeah, right! Clean up your pigsty! Pigsty!

No one's putting you in a hospital. You're staying at home.

Don't lie to me!

All the pills were useless.

They never did any good at all.

I can see that you're not yourself.

You filthy lying cow!

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone!

Come.

Shut up. Piss off with your prayers.

That's not you, Michaela. You've lost control of yourself.

Your parents are out there.

How much do you want to hurt them?

Remember you told me this was a trial?

We will all help you.

- Yes. - To overcome this together.

Gerhard, help me.

For the girl's sake!

Leave me alone.

Don't touch me!

I don't want to! Please!

Take your dirty paws off me!

- That's not you, Michaela. - No.

Let us all pray together.

Come.

Holy Spirit,

Holy Spirit, come into my heart. Through Your power,

take it unto You

and grant me the love and the fear of God.

Christ, protect me from evil thoughts.

Relieve me of my burdens.

Holy Father and dear Lord, help me in all my tasks.

Christ's love,

Christ's love.

Mama, I'm so sorry.

Me, too.

Drive them out of me, please!

I command you, unclean spirit,

by the ascension of Jesus Christ,

by the descent of the Holy Spirit,

by the coming of our Lord for judgment,

that you tell me your name!

No, I won't say it!

Say it in the name of the Mother of God!

- No! - Say it! Say it!

- No! - In the name of the Mother of God!

Tell me who has taken possession of you.

- No! - Tell me! Tell me!

There.

I'm sorry, Mama. I'm so much trouble.

Now sleep.

I'll be better soon.

Say hi to Hanna for me. Tell her not to worry.

Michaela...

Don't give up on me.

You'll drive the demons out?

Yes.

And if not, then maybe we'll go to Saint Katharina.

Follow her example. She resisted every torture.

But it never stopped for her.

That was for atonement, Michaela.

She suffered for a higher purpose.

- A martyr. - Yes.

But don't think about it now.

- Just five minutes! - I told you she's asleep.

Let me in or I'll scream!

Let her in, Marianne.

The priest says it's a kind of state of crisis.

She's not always there, part of the possession.

Michaela...

Maybe you'll be lucky and she'll wake up.

The priest is coming at four-thirty.

Michaela...

Where did you come from?

How are things in Tübingen?

Not so great without you.

What time is it? Borchert's coming.

I want to take you out. Just the two of us.

Let's get some fresh air, yeah?

What are you doing?

We're just taking a little drive.

Come on. We won't be long.

- Ever been here before? - No. It's really beautiful.

Look, the fields look like a patchwork quilt.

- That alright? - Yes.

I was here a lot.

You don't want me to take you away, right?

Tübingen, us...

you don't care.

It's all about your madness here.

How much longer will you go on?

- Until they're driven out. - Stop it!

They will never be driven out because there's nothing there,

only yourself. It's only you.

If it's you they're driving out,

where will it end?

- Take me back. - No.

There's a reason for it all.

I'm suffering for the greater good, for a higher purpose.

Like Saint Katharina, you know?

What kind of reason is that?

Michaela, listen to yourself,

that's not you!

You can't choose what God has in store for you.

I must follow my path.

Will you take me back now?

Following a series of several dozen exorcisms,

Michaela Klingler dies of exhaustion in her parents' house.

Subtitles Jeffrey A. McGuire

Film und Video Untertitelung Gerhard Lehmann AG