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An American in my situation would probably just

shoot blindly out of the window.

Damn it!

A lie!

What's so mendacious?

Ann?

Yes, I know.

So I'll come and get you, OK?

That's irrevocable!

Go for them!

Stop! Where do you think you're going?

What's with you staring like a bunch of chickens?

Stop!

Let go!

Hoffmann!

Follow him.

Ann!

KNIFE IN THE HEAD

Starring:

Screenplay:

Directed by:

Got it.

NEUROSURGICAL ICU - NO ADMITTANCE

ID?

What's in your pockets?

Unbelievable!

You can put it back.

You're Mrs. Hoffmann?

Yes.

Come with me.

It's important that you visit him regularly.

Will you be able to do that?

He just woke up today,

so don't expect too much.

Hoffmann,

it's me, Ann.

You need to speak louder.

Your wife's here to visit you, Mr. Hoffmann.

Go on, you need to keep it up.

Have you totally lost your mind?

You need to leave immediately.

Please come out into the hallway.

Keep on talking.

Hello, Berthold!

Can you hear me, Hoffmann?

Say you can hear me.

Say something, Hoffmann.

Anything!

Say Ann.

Leave me alone with him.

Do you recognize me now, Hoffmann?

Ente...Trente (slang for "all or nothing")

How is this guy doing?

Will he make it?

You're asking me?

If someone's gonna make it in here or not,

you can only tell when they're already gone.

I'm talking about him: "Mr. Serve and Protect"

They brought him in together with Hoffmann.

Him?

He was never a patient of ours.

So where could he be?

Where would they bring a patient with critical stab wounds?

You don't know by any chance where I could find this colleague of yours?

"VICTIM OF TERROR"

Not a clue, right?

He must be somewhere. Don't you think?

He didn't recognize me at all.

How long does something like that take?

A few months...

A year...

Nobody can predict that.

But the paper says he just got a few blows to the head.

Try to visit him as often as possible.

At this point you can do more for him than a doctor.

Do you have children?

Your husband has to learn everything from you.

Like a child.

How to see, how to speak, how to walk, how to write...

And the cops just watch and keep their fingers crossed for him.

Once he's able to wipe his ass again, they'll come and take him away.

Those nice guys!

You know that pretty well.

Listen up. This will be our new pamphlet:

"VICTIM OF TERROR" - we keep that.

We'll get rid of this crap, and here we're gonna put down Hoffmann's name.

Down here we'll put a picture of him.

Three hundred copies! Chop chop, boom boom!

- So, how is he? - So what?

Hoffmann's gone, so to speak.

So that gives you the shakes, huh?

They shot the crap out of Hoffmann!

Looks really great.

Show it to me.

Is that Schurig speaking?

Are you the wife of that killer cop? I'm looking for him, you know.

He's not at home.

Then we'll pay him a visit.

You'll hear from us.

I'm Terror Charlie.

You're calling yourself "Terror Charlie"?

That was risky, they'll soon figure out who called.

You're wasting your energy.

Just call again.

Did Hoffmann come here more often recently?

He lent us his Peugeot a couple of times,

and sometimes he bought us a case of beer. That was all.

Facts are one thing,

but proof is something else.

Why did he come here at all?

You know Hoffmann...

When he didn't know what to do, he always came running to Ann.

On that night, too?

That night... That night...

...the cops just shot him.

That's what this is about!

Were you there?

You really are one hell of a lawyer!

And the ones who hyped him as a terrorist, were they there?

Did your friend always have a mind of his own?

He's right handed, that's all.

You dirty swine!

Catastrophy of errors

or suicide agenda?

I'd say

catastrophy of errors.

I don't want to get to know his suicide agenda.

Which theory is correct, Hoffmann?

Or are they both wrong?

That really is a completely new method.

Look, he recognizes the pendulum.

But he can't recall the appropriate word for it.

The bullet entered back here

and was lodged right above his left ear.

It damaged a part of his motor speech center.

What's this?

Mush.

That's a spoon, Hoffmann. Say it.

Mush.

Some words he'll remember,

others he'll need to learn again.

Think of someone who grew up in a foreign country

and almost completely forgot his mother's tongue.

What does it remind him of?

It reminds him of the wish to live without fear.

Do you have a moment?

Hoffmann!

Don't worry, I'll get you out of here.

Having a bullet in your head is not so bad.

Others got shit in their heads, that's much worse.

I brought Volker.

Hoffmann,

tell us something.

Hoffmann!

If you can't talk, just blow at me.

Hey, Hoffmann.

Do something.

Do that spastic thing.

Spastic?

Volker also brought you something.

Did you have a good appetite?

Mush.

Stop screaming.

Mashed apples?

What did you have today?

Mush.

Mashed apples again, everyday just mashed apples?

Mush... kiss...

I play...

Out!

I...

Just keep on playing.

I like it.

THE POLICE ARE ENFORCING HOFFMANN IS DYING!

You need to start thinking about what you'll do

when Hoffmann gets out.

With you as his attorney, he'll never get out.

He's right, but I just don't want to think about it right now.

Did it ever occur to you that it's your duty as his wife

to care for him, to let him stay with you, and all that stuff?

Listen to me.

Hoffmann needs help and he'll get it. Besides that, nothing has changed.

I don't know what problem you're trying to expose here.

To me, Hoffmann's case is a political case.

Everything else

you need to settle among yourselves.

I know what you like about him.

Good morning.

The pills first! The pills first!

You need to swallow them, they're good for your head.

Press it tightly together.

Tightly!

Why do you always blink your eye?

Spell something.

Come on.

Italia.

Bella Italia.

Good. Go on.

Go read some more.

THE TWO LIVES OF BERTHOLD HOFFMANN: A terrorist hiding behind the mask of a scientist?

Open both eyes.

What do you see?

Three.

Three what?

One,

two,

three.

You see three eyes?

Now...

four.

Four?

Nonsense.

You wouldn't have thought that, right?

Good for the head!

Italia.

Spa-ghetti.

Yes, that's right.

What's on the next picture?

An...

An o...

An o-o-o-orange.

Good. That's right.

- And the next one? - Beer.

Well done. And what do you see here?

A...

Slice...

- A slice of... - Bread.

Correct.

Ugh!

You don't like that? Then let's jump to the next one.

That's a...

Ba...

Go away!

I can't stand people like you. Get lost!

Are you coming?

Let me take the dressing gown.

Come on.

It's him, the one from the paper!

Bravo.

Good.

No, no!

No, don't!

I wipe!

Pigs!

I'm sorry, but he's not fit to be kept in prison.

He'll not go directly to jail, professor.

We just want to transfer him to a prison hospital.

If necessary with a helicopter.

And you'd finally get rid of the police.

But

you'll grant us a few questions, won't you?

Questions concerning the progression of events are futile.

He lost that period of time.

Just erased.

Just a few questions about his person,

and a line-up that'll only take about five minutes.

Five minutes, not any longer!

So, Hoffmann,

how are we today?

Your name is Berthold Hoffmann.

You are a biogeneticist at the "Traut Institute".

You were born on July 24, 1942, in the city of Freiburg.

You'll have to think of something else.

I'll be right back. Don't overdo it.

This year on the 27th of june

you were at the youth center on 17 Jacobi Street, Mr. Hoffmann.

You were seen there twice already, what is it that always drags you back?

Coincidence

or politics?

You didn't really want to pick up your wife, did you?

You and your wife were recently living seperated.

When the police were searching the house, you tried

to lock yourself in a room that also happended to be the printery,

and that's where

we found these pamphlets.

Do you recognize this?

Or this,

this, or this?

What you see here, Mr. Hoffmann,

is the printery, and do you know who this is?

This is you.

This too.

And here,

here,

and here.

The pursuing officer gave the following statement:

As he tried to take you into his custody,

you pulled a knife out of your pocket

and approached him with that knife.

Is that correct?

Is that correct?

Don't just nod, Hoffmann.

Just say it: yes or no?

Then you started stabbing him with that knife.

Stop fumbling already!

Schurig!

What do you want to say?

Just say it.

Hoffmann is not...

Hoffmann.

That's all just an act.

Do you know this man?

Is this the man who stabbed you?

Yes.

Hoffmann!

No, don't!

No, I don't want to!

No!

- What's wrong with you? - Go away!

Just stop it!

Just fucking stop!

Stop it already.

I am

scared.

I'm scared.

Scared...

Look into the mirror.

OK, thanks.

Pardon?

What does your mastermind in Wiesbaden say,

am I a positive or a negative kind of guy?

Can't you also ask him about the state of my bank account?

You've not received any income for the last two years.

Your social work is just fake.

- Do you want to know more? - Yes.

OK...

one previous conviction...

no high school diploma...

multiple arrests for rioting...

on three unauthorized demonstrations...

drug abuse...

And the list goes on and on.

OK, thanks.

You see, I'm a positive kind of guy.

You still have to talk to "Big Brother" over the phone?

- When will you finally be wireless? - It'll happen,

thanks to my guys and you and your people in there.

You're already doing pretty well.

Apple.

Mush.

Nurse.

Hey, Hoffmann, va bene?

Who's that you brought with you?

Don't act crazy, you know who he is.

Nicely nodded,

Mr. Nod.

I spoke to Volker

on the phone yesterday.

Everything was fine.

But I am Volker!

You

resemble Volker.

Wait a minute!

If I say you resemble him, I mean that

you resemble him.

The Volker that you know, where does he live?

In a house with writings.

Enough of it!

I never used to live on Jacobi Street.

Volker prefers

to live on the road.

Does he by any chance play the jew's harp?

He plays

with Ann all the time.

Volker lives with us now, do you understand?

Not so loud, My Lady.

What was I about to say?

Ladies' choice.

Hoffmann!

Can you remember what happened on Jacobi Street

in that colorful house, anything?

Don't just nod, Hoffmann. Speak.

I approached.

What did you?

I approached an officer.

Then a knife...

and... bramm!

You never owned a knife, Hoffmann. Not even a pocketknife.

- The cop pushed you into the printery and shot you. That's what happended! - Just stop it.

Why should I stop?

If we don't tell him, the cops are gonna drum it into him.

Hoffmann needs to talk for himself.

Nothing matters.

You won't believe it.

They can take everything out of you.

What can they take out of you?

Eye, ear,

head... Nothing matters.

Look at the picture, Hoffmann.

This is your hobby, but a jack knife isn't!

Me...

I am

nobody.

While we're waiting for Hoffmann's memory to come back,

they'll use Schurigs testimony to charge us all.

You better hold me back now.

Easy!

- Put that thing away, jackass! - Don't you touch me!

Don't run, Ann!

Attention! Reporting:

Hoffmann, Ann, ID number C7074529.

And the other one?

K�hler, Volker, ID number C6452847.

Did you find anything?

Nothing so far.

Hammer.

Hammer.

Go on.

Knife.

Whatever, go on.

Saw.

Pliers.

Tile.

- Tile? - What do you call that thing...

that smoothes things?

You mean a file?

Yes, something like that.

Here...

"FILE" The letters F and T resemble each other,

you just forgot the line in the middle.

File.

Correct.

And what's this?

Knife.

Draw one.

That's not a knife.

This is a knife.

The Italian says I do have a knife.

Volker says I do not have a knife.

With or without?

That's the question!

A peasant who used to hide me during the war

- believed the pendulum could affect his future. - Focus-Pocus.

I watched him quite some time and finally found out

that the pendulum had nothing to do with his future.

It just showed him what he really wished for.

So you start acting by it.

Listen to me, Hoffmann.

The police didn't find a knife.

And if the cop really was hurt

by you...

I don't think so.

Bye.

You're not a stabber!

Stab-ber.

Whiskey, per favore!

Why don't you try a hospital brandy?

Whiskey.

He's not allowed to sell booze to a guy in pajamas.

Go drink a beer, you won't need a prescription for that.

Waiter, I'll have a beer.

Just sleep it off, pal. I mean it well with you.

He's the one from the paper, the one who got shot in the head.

- He killed a cop. - I'm sick.

Give me a beer or I'll call a doctor.

84 Pfennig including deposit charge.

Please write autographer.

Thank you.

To your health!

Ninth floor, neurosurgical ward, right?

Well counted.

Nine.

Give my regards to nurse Angelika.

She gives you a hard on everytime she enters the room, right?

Who did that?

Fischer?

You can't ask for a straight suture if you have a crooked wound.

You need to do it again. Doesn't look very nice.

Back and forth through a window...

In that case you can't just demand a decorative seam.

It's my test card for the women.

Yes, right...

Yeah...

Get out of this section! Buzz off!

It's him again, the guy from the paper.

Click, click, click, click...

Don't click and fall, Miss!

ID!

It's okay.

Mate!

Just keep walking.

What do you mean by "aggressive"?

"Power"... Say what you have to say. You'll get four minutes and I'll cut it later.

- OK, so she'll get one and a half minutes, and you make sure there'll be no cuts. - Who's talking, me or you?

Either we'll do it on our terms, or we'll throw the segment out for good.

That's not your decision to make.

Your boss needs to give his OK first.

My boss has nothing to do with that.

All set?

Go.

It's a lie that Hoffmann's a stabber, a terrorist, or anything like that.

Hoffmann works as a biogeneticist at the "Traut Institute".

That's where he was politically engaged, not here on Jacobi Street.

Here in this youth center I'm working with young people.

Hoffmann just wanted to come by and visit me.

In private.

I get the feeling they want to declare him as a terrorist because...

just because the police

need some kind of justification for their police terror.

How would you react?

All I know is that fear can lead to unexpected behavior.

But if someone with a gun attacked me,

I would defend myself.

Definitely.

Exactly like that.

Great.

We'll see about that.

- Get lost! - What's with you?

Hoffmann in it?

No, I don't think so.

These are your pills for today.

What's with that nonsense?

Stop it.

Stand against the wall

and don't blink.

Leave it.

Give me that.

Yes, yes,

Hoffmann shall sleep!

There's something I can't remember.

What's that underneath the...

You know what I mean.

You can't be that forgetful.

As soon as you come in, he's hard.

Are you sure?

Sure?

Sure? No.

Underneath that blue...

What does it look like?

- Honestly, Hoffmann! - Do it.

Show me.

Please.

Go on.

You're lying.

There were two.

Good night, Hoffmann.

...lies are being spread constantly.

Hoffmann himself has absolutely no recollection about the incident.

Mr. Schurig's statement has to be proved first.

All I know is...

- Cut! - ...that fear can lead to unexpected behavior.

But if someone with a gun attacked me,

I would defend myself. Definitely.

Things have changed in this country.

The police are allowed to shoot people

if they consider it an act of self defense.

But what if one of our citizens finds himself

in a situation that demands self defense?

Even a police officer snaps sometimes.

We're police officers,

we think carefully

- before making use of the firearm. - Scumbag!

I personally ask you:

what would you do

if one of them suddenly stood right in front of you?

Look what he's doing.

What are you doing here, huh?

Would you tell me what you're doing here?

I'm measuring the premises.

What for?

They're going to tear it down. Don't you know?

- You must be out of your mind! - They're going to tear it down?

- Are you crazy? - Ask the guy over there.

Let's have a look.

Who sent you?

Keep that thing rolled down!

I asked you a question.

- Who sent you? - Asshole!

Come on.

What am I gonna do with this one?

THE POLICE ARE ENFORCING OUR YOUTH IS DYING! Youth center to be sold to insurance company! How can we defend ourselves? Beat the cops like meat!

Shit!

Here you go!

Hello, sportsmen.

How are you?

Can you tell me what this is?

Cooking recipes.

Piss off!

"The police are enforcing - our youth is dying!"

"Beat the cops like meat!"

88a...

This is article 88a.

"Incitement to violence"

Yes.

Tell Hoffmann I can't come visit him today.

It's impossible.

Tell him I have to work.

This needs to be reworded.

This whole thing is getting too much for me.

Volker's going to get at least one year for this.

Just what's wrong with your men?

Somehow they all seem to end up in locked places.

Maybe we should just let them.

The regions responsible for controlling the body functions

can just be vaguely located in this picture.

Here, for instance, you can see the speech center, the auditory center,

and somewhere around here you'll find the visual center.

Doesn't matter.

It just doesn't matter.

You can't imagine that.

Look.

The bullet entered here.

This is the bullet channel.

But that alone does not explain all your deficit manifestations.

That's not good.

Not good at all.

When the head

starts thinking about itself,

then it's wrecked, doctor,

it is

wrecked!

That's right,

but if others of your 15 billion cells couldn't replace the damaged ones,

then you wouldn't even be able to get angry about it.

Is Hoffmann's visual disturbance a result of the gunshot wound?

That's possible,

but not likely.

They didn't bring him in with just a gunshot wound,

but also with a concussion.

On his body and on the back of his head

we found evidence for the infamous "blunt force trauma".

A police baton?

It's possible.

Can you imagine Schurig

first shooting you in the head and then beating you with his baton?

Listen to me.

The doctor says

I need to look at him.

More and more.

I think it was the other way around.

He beat you up first and then shot you.

It was not self defense.

You can't imagine that.

I saw him.

Who?

Need to get ouf of here.

I'm already exhausted again.

Go get dressed.

We'll take him with us now.

Hoffmann is not fit to be held in prison.

Nothing has changed about that.

Everyone who's got nothing to say goes home!

Ciao ciao! Buona notte!

Did you know

that we arrested you friend?

For Incitement to violence and obstructing an officer in the line of duty.

And your wife as well as some others...

I'm pretty sure we'll get together some kind of interactive group.

Where's your boss?

He won't tell you anything else.

- For now, Hoffmann stays here. - For how long are you planning on keeping him here?

Till he's playing Paganini or what?

You let him stroll around the park, he smokes, drinks beer,

lets his friends visit him, and you always claim he's not fit to be held in prison.

His organic brain syndrome and his aphasia

need to be treated properly,

otherwise he'll suffer from it for the rest of his life.

You also always have to reckon on epileptic seizures.

Let's see, Dr. Groeske, if some independent colleagues of yours

come to the same conclusion.

I'd personally like to ask you something.

Go ahead.

Do you really believe all of this?

- Believe what? - I'm talking about all the fuss you're making about Hoffmann.

Hoffmann, a terrorist?

I don't believe anything.

Look, Dr. Groeske, that patient in there

is not the absent-minded professor his comrades like us to think he is.

He's just an excellent actor.

Do you really think he'd be a threat to somebody despite his condition?

Of course I do.

People like him aren't just ordinary criminals

that are only interested in their own advantage.

They're much worse.

They live in a mindscape

where their own lifes and the lifes of others are worthless.

"Beat the cops like meat!" Never heard of it, right?

To them, every police officer is just a pig,

and pigs must be slaughtered.

My wife doesn't like them anymore. Do you want one, doctor?

They're good.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Hello!

Hello, Mr. Arnold.

Dr. Hoffmann...

I didn't reckon on you coming back.

You're not the only one.

You've changed a lot,

Dr. Groeske...

We've been using security cards

for two months now.

Did anything happen?

No, nothing happened.

It's one of the many new regulations, so that nothing can happen.

I never really knew about your spare time activities.

It's none of my business, but

I think what you do is right.

What?

Everything.

Keep doing it.

I'll keep my fingers crossed for you.

There are already too many ass-kissers again.

For the youngest.

I'm quite perplexed, Mr. Hoffmann.

I didn't know you were already discharged from hospital.

I always wanted to visit you, but...

Thank you for your visit.

So how am I?

You have a strange way of talking.

Like this...like that...

How did you get here?

Do you want me to get you back?

No way back!

You see, we didn't touch your cells.

They've been waiting for you the whole time,

so that they can now divide undisturbed.

So...

how do you like your reception?

Thanks, cells.

Tomorrow morning I'll start again.

Tomorrow morning...

Look, we've let you keep your job

despite all the attempts of initiating disciplinary proceedings against you.

"Wait for the verdict first!"

That's what I tell everyone.

For us scientists a theory isn't true until it's proven right.

Prove.

Security prove... Got it.

You mean the security cards? That's just a management issue.

Maybe I'd better call your wife.

So when do I start?

On what theory did you base your assumption?

Was it the catastrophe of errors or the suicide agenda?

Murder agenda!

You also tested the aging process of the cells. How did you proceed?

I asked...

You can resume your work at any time. I already told you that, Mr. Hoffmann.

But the question is: are you fit enough?

I'd have to

lie

- to tell the truth. - Mrs. Hoffmann?

This is the institute for genetics.

Please come immediately. Your husband showed up and...

Hello, Ann?

I'm with Mr.

- A... - Ahrens.

Ass.

You can't imagine that.

Now you know that going home is not an option.

You need to go back to the hospital.

Anleitner, Ann, Volker... Everyone's telling me

I need to...

From this day on I will speak for myself!

You can't do that, you're not fully recovered.

Good morning, nurse.

You can...

take out the fevermeter now.

Volker...

Where is he?

They arrested him.

He was handing out pamphlets. For you!

Good.

The best thing about Volker is that "thought thing".

Tie your

hair back.

Like this.

As you did back then.

A face.

I want to see the bones underneath.

Beautiful.

You should be in the

ICU!

First a kiss and then...

Why?

Tell me, why?

Because

I'm drunk.

Forever!

Because

my memory,

my brain...

I'll show you!

Stop it.

Stop it, you're scaring me.

Scared...

Scared....

Scared

of little Hoffmann,

the little cripple.

Am I hurting you with my wooden hand?

Hello.

You need to go back to the hospital right now.

It was crazy of you to escape.

Cra-zy.

Or on the contrary.

You're not the one to make that decision.

But I am.

Irrevocably!

Irrevocably...

Starting that again?

You're not to decide anything at all

until you make yourself aware of the consequences.

I don't have no consequences.

Hoffmann is

without consequences.

What do you prefer:

a few more weeks in hospital or a few years in jail?

I prefer...being at home.

That's impossible.

I can't take care of you the whole day long.

She has to.

You said so.

- Yes, that's what I said, but.... - You're going back to the hospital. Period!

Then I'll stay. Nobody knows it.

That's impossible, they'll find out.

How? From who?

I'll tell them if necessary, if I really have to.

I don't want any trouble just because of you.

Let's go then.

Wait.

What now?

I'm calling an ambulance.

They shall come and get you.

I don't want the police to declare our cars as getaway cars.

Hello?

Anleitner speaking,

at 43 Krieserweg. Please send an ambulance.

Yes,

immediately, please.

This is the police!

The house is surrounded, come out with your hands up!

Don't shoot, we're coming out.

Hands up!

Move!

Put the gun down!

Caught while escaping,

Hoffmann.

That's all I've got.

But be careful,

gentlemen,

gangsters,

because the police are already on their way.

Help!

Help!

Gangsters!

Police!

Help!

Police!

Your last entry:

"The thought of killing yourself is undoubtedly

only the reversal of the wish to kill.

An American in my situation would probably just shoot blindly out of the window."

We're very curious about what happens next.

You're a few hours too late for an arrest, Mr. Scholz.

Hoffmann already turned himself in.

He turned himself in?

He was turned in, that's a bit of a difference.

The ambulance is on it's way. You can see he's not in the right condition to go to prison.

Who's able to escape can also stay behind bars.

Don't touch him! I'm gonna kill you!

Something I dreamed at night...

I'm able to see.

You can really see? Without having double vision?

I mean...

to see.

What do you see?

The leaves on the trees.

Many leaves.

And a single leave,

just as it is.

In reality or in your dreams?

I really saw it in my dream.

Before

there were only shadows.

And

twigs.

And then...

And now, what do you see now?

What you don't see.

Look, that light out there.

The light always comes to you, no matter where you're standing.

Hoffmann wants home.

It all depends on how much you work on yourself.

You got rid of me and the nurses, but you're still not fully recovered.

Don't deceive yourself about your condition,

and don't deceive the people around you.

No women, no beer, no cigarettes...

On the contrary, just do it bit by bit.

Doctor, this is my gift to you.

Unfortunately, the cow has only five...

Teats.

You really know everything.

They're here for you.

The warrant against my client is currently suspended.

The trial will be postponed due to reports of expert witnesses.

Of course we don't know what tomorrow brings.

Maybe a new report.

Maybe a new law.

I'd like to say

that I don't have anything to say to any of you or myself.

Ask the television.

If you're really looking for a Berthold Hoffmann,

then take a look into the...

into the...telephone-booklet.

There are three Hoffmanns listed,

and each one of them would do your thing

as good as me.

Now I just want to take a shower and put on a smooth shirt.

This is to the people from the police, and you're all free to listen:

You'll hear from me!

Which room is Volker's?

This one.

Why Volker?

Just Vol-Vol-Volker.

But why Volker?

I want Volker to stay.

As you please.

Who do you love, him or me?

I'll tell everyone

and above all, myself,

that nothing's wrong with me.

I took a six-month vacation and tomorrow I'll be off to America.

America?

They made me an offer.

The whole industry's interested in me.

Since when do you care about the industry?

Or I'll become a musician.

Of course.

Left handed.

- Triangle... - Jerk!

You need to recover first before becoming anything at all.

I am recovered!

Just when is this trial?

Right now...if you want to lose.

Idiot!

But without me.

Sometimes

I get the feeling you don't want to recover at all.

Come on, let's run.

You know damn well I can't run.

It's not important what you can do, only what you want to do.

So what do you want to do? Come on, run with me.

Go.

I'll shake you off anyway.

Hey, Hoffmann. Come on in.

You're looking good.

Just like before.

Hello, neighbor.

You can throw me out any time.

I'm not squatting this house.

You're just squatting a room, to be exact.

All I have to say is:

ladies' choice.

Alcohol is poison for your cells.

How did you like it in prison?

How did you like it in hospital?

It's pretty much the same.

Now they're also trying to blame me for the attack on the precinct.

They almost make me want to attack them for real this time.

Cheers to Anleitner, who always get's you out.

If it's civilian against police officer,

then it's always the police officer who wins. Am I right, Hoffmann?

Next time they come around, they won't find me anymore.

You're acting crazy too now?

A shot to the head and suddenly we sit together again thinking.

We don't say "murderer" anymore, but "let's wait for the verdict".

Instead of fighting back, we ask ourselves:

who else is fighting back?

Instead of biting the dust, we rather pop two sleeping pills.

That's what's really going on!

In the future we need to discuss your speeches first, comrade.

I've started paying attention to language.

Really?

"...Hoffmann...all friends of Hoffmann..."

That gives us to think who they are.

You're always using the word "victim", for instance, in the context of "defenceless",

and the word "defenceless" always with the meaning of "idiotic".

You should....

a word with an a...

reveal yourself a little more.

Reveal yourself in the sense of

"Come on, buddy, bang her and have a good time!"

Where did you hide my knife?

That's all just stale news, Hoffmann.

It's not about that anymore.

Where is my knife?

Here. In your head.

What do you need a knife for?

I'm gonna stab you, you fucker!

You'd like it best if I were dead.

Out! I'll kick both of you out.

Get out!

Make me a sandwich, comrade.

Am I bothering you?

Where are you going?

I knew it, you little fuckers! That's not gonna change a thing now!

It's just silly.

Just like in kindergarten.

Why are you doing this?

Now it's time!

Volker!

Freeze!

Why don't you get up, Mr. Hoffmann?

Come on.

Gentlemen,

I'm turning myself in.

You're old news, Hoffmann.

What do you want?

How is Sch-Schurig?

Are you a journalist?

Wotan!

I had an encounter with your husband.

What do you want from me?

Dogs like me.

Dogs and nurses.

Come into the kitchen.

Come on.

Come here.

Go.

Into the kitchen.

The hole has already closed.

Yes, I can see it.

Just go ahead and touch it, it doesn't hurt anymore.

And yours?

You're not right in the head, huh?

You don't look anything like in the paper.

Photos always change people.

Photos and hospitals.

Tell me, what do you do for a living again?

Biogeneticist...

We always wondered what that really is.

Slowly my memory is going okay.

I mean it's coming, not going.

Instead of saying "memory" I meant to say

"question".

Why

did you beat skull?

Why

did you shoot head

while I was lying on the ground?

Why?

I'm only talking in front of a judge.

- Just show him what he's done! - Tell me, why?

It's all just an act.

Just like in your case.

You're playing the idiot.

Maybe you were

just scared.

Like me.

Yes.

Schurig?

Are you looking for something?

Open the door!

Let me out!

Open up!

I am you.

Do it.

Stop.

Don't move.

Open up!

I want to get out.

Don't shoot!

Please open up!

I mean it!

Let go of that thing.

Yeah, let go of that thing.

Let go of that thing

or I'll shoot.

Get me out of here!

Stop it.

Stop it, Hoffmann!

Hoffmann, stop it!

It's just a game.

That's crazy.

Why did you lie?

They never asked me.

But it was exactly like that.

What does it matter now?

Who cares anymore?

I do.

You're crazy.

Maybe...

Maybe... Not!