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- Hello. - I have a registered letter.

And I have breakfast.

It's hot in here.

Don't you have the kika channel? SpongeBob is on at 11.

- At least say good morning. - Morning.

I sent you 46 emails.

- They must have gone to spam. - Come on, it's just a weekend.

- And she wants it that way. - First work, second pollen.

Mom, can I have a bathing suit like that too?

No.

And thirdly?

I'm just ruining your party anyway.

Every party needs its crasher.

He's here!

Kathi!

- I knew you were coming. - Cool, a Porsche!

- Are you slaughtering something? - Beetroot.

- Beautiful child. You work too much. - Well, I just earn too much.

- It's so cool! - Yes, and really fast.

Get your dirty paws off my leather steering wheel.

What did you bring us?

You don't ask that. And say hello first.

- Hello. What did you bring us? - Hello. PVC.

And batteries. I wasn't sure if there was electricity in Styria.

- Clear. - Already?

I'll make us an aperitif.

- Yes, thank you, mom. - It's already five.

This is for you. The gas station didn't have a bigger one.

Yeah, well... I'm still touched.

- Thanks. - Pleasure.

- Hello, by the way. - Hi.

Stark.

Is that what you spent your inheritance on?

Would that have been more appropriate?

I don't give a fuck.

- Do you like? - Sure.

Thanks.

It's her 60th birthday, Johnny.

I'll drink two more glasses of champagne and fall into bed.

It sounds like your sixties.

Can you bring the knife?

Eat up now.

You won't get anything cooked from me anymore.

Then you eat Nutella bread and surprise eggs.

Isn't that cute!

Have you seen the cake?

- May I light them? - No, stay seated.

Beautiful.

It's totally annoying.

- We're together, that's the best. - So, and now blow it out.

Bravo!

- A lung volume of 59.5. - Calm a little, Johnny.

Here's to life!

To life.

- Dumbass. - Dumbass.

Cheers.

- Bottoms up. - Look into the eyes!

- Johnny! - Cheers!

- To life. - Everyone toasted?

That's cool!

Unbelievable.

- That looks cool. - Excellent.

Pius is already so heavy. Can you take him?

I'm going to bed.

- Would you like another tea? - It'll ruin my buzz.

- Good night. - Sleep well.

- Draw your sword! - So...

Now let's smoke something.

Until Christmas or something.

- That will not do! You act great! - Not at all.

But Johnny, Mama already made your bed for you.

Yes, thanks.

I was here right?

Mhm.

I knew that sooner or later you would walk into my trap.

- Hey. - Hey.

Nice car.

You look a little in need of service.

- I am fine. - Need a bump?

Well, I need a beer.

Yvonne has the rule. I was in the passage getting drunk. Shit.

- Now we're getting old. - You maybe.

- Hello, Johnny. - Goodbye.

Two beers, two grappa’s.

The grappa is on me.

See? If you no longer have a run with the rabbits, you can switch.

Come on. Shut up, please.

You're right. Let's just be silent

and enjoy the sunrise.

Yes, just keep quiet.

The Swiss worry me.

There are a few rumors floating around.

Did you mess up with the juniors at the coffee machine again?

Not in the agency. I heard something at the gala the day before yesterday.

They're always scared of the campaign.

It could provoke someone. Swiss stop.

Yes. I'll be back in 15 minutes.

You better go there.

Bernhard, do you think we're going to lose the budget?

I think you're losing the budget.

You'll do it, Groovy.

Well, it would be better.

I don't have to tell you.

- Are you okay? - Yes, thanks. Thanks. It's fine.

"Attention, please..."

Gelatine?

Newspaper?

I'd rather the FAZ.

I don't mess with it either.

I wouldn't recommend the coffee here anyway.

One Red Bull, please.

I'm sorry, but the drink service will start

when we're in the air

OK. I'll bring you a glass of water.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

Denise, it's me again.

Can't you pick up?

I could be with you in an hour or two.

You're the only bit of beauty in this fucking town.

Do you like whisky?

I don't do business with people who don't like it.

- Which brand? - I'll make a suggestion.

Now it's getting interesting.

A bottle of Highland Park 73 and 15 minutes to go

for a quick word on the campaign.

- Everything has already been said. - Macallan?

You know a lot about whisky.

A lot more from advertising, but you are...

I'm too fast for you sometimes.

Why don't you sleep on it.

Then we discuss and smooth the edges.

In the end everyone is happy.

- It's not about emotions. - Let's talk numbers.

Your numbers in Eastern Europe are no coincidence.

You won't keep them like this without us.

You're really going too fast now.

Then choose the whiskey brand

and I'll bring you the new contract tomorrow. Agreed?

10 O'clock?

Look, that was a good collaboration, but...

What's that supposed to mean now?

Thank you for the nice evening, Mr. Gruber.

- Too bad it's ending like this. - Did I offend you in any way?

You overestimate your impression on us, Herr Gruber.

We make business decisions purely pragmatically.

And especially not in this context.

It's upsetting when people think you're so manipulable.

- They started the whiskey! - You don't like to lose, Gruber.

I never lose.

Good night.

Well, don't.

Denise Cherie! I'm beginning to think you have something against me.

But I'm not that crazy about you anyway.

You're plucking your eyebrows too hard.

That tiny Vuitton bag is ridiculous.

And it doesn't look like an orgasm

when you raise your eyebrows like that.

You can define it.

You Swiss are all shit by nature.

I'm quite nice, aren't I?

Maybe, but it's not your fault.

It's education, religion, neutrality, money.

that spoiled you. Now, you're all stingy and uptight.

OK. Stingy, true, but I'm not uptight.

- You're Not? - No, not.

Don't touch my girlfriend!

Asshole!

"Johannes?"

Mother.

"Am I disturbing you? Where are you?"

I'm at a meeting in Milan. It's bad.

"Pfft, meeting! I hear you're still in bed."

Not at all. I'm just trying to be quiet.

"I won't bother you for long. Have you already called Kathi?"

Come on, Mom. What time is it anyway?

"Half past eight. That's the best time to reach her."

"She's not in the office yet."

- "Johannes?" - Yeah, eh.

There's really no need for you to tell me when to call whom.

"It's her birthday today."

"At least text her. It's her fortieth."

Yes. I'm already on it.

Oh.

Can I have another coffee?

I'll make an exception.

- Please? - I'll make an exception.

Yes. White coffee, please.

You mean a cafe latte, right?

No, cappuccino. Latte is a girls drink.

How come? I like to drink that.

Yes, exactly.

Misogynistic and homophobic.

The woman without newspapers.

They look different somehow.

Gruber.

- Sarah. - Like Dylan's first wife.

- Bob Dylan? - Useless knowledge.

How come? I'll remember.

Shit town, right?

You could say so.

But they pay well.

Whore or model?

- DJ. - Ah. Which music?

Sadly not Dylan. But...

I have records with me that are fantastic to fight to.

Do you know the Mascot?

11:30 p.m. sharp. After all, we are in Switzerland.

So if you're back in the mood by then.

- I'm already in the mood again. - Well then.

It's almost five. A glass of wine would be appropriate now.

May I invite you?

It's just gone half past 12.

Are you hungry? Should I order something?

No.

- I'd like to smoke. Is that okay? - Sure.

If you give me one too.

I would have thought you were a non-smoker.

I am.

But there are situations that require smoking.

For example, if you want to act like Piccoli in "Les choses de la vie",

after he just shagged Romy Schneider.

Dylan fan and movie buff?

There's more behind the Ralph Lauren shirt.

This is Van Laack. And there isn't much.

Oh.

Sorry.

I put a red wine rim on it.

Never mind. It doesn't matter.

Is that from a woman?

Love letters look different.

I think.

It's from a hospital.

My best friend is a doctor.

There are no nice letters from a hospital.

Whatever. I won't open it anyway.

How long already?

Two, three weeks. I do not know.

- Do you want to throw it away? - I don't want to open it.

When do you have to leave?

I'm going right away.

I didn't mean it like that.

You open it.

Do you want me to open your mail?

You opened my pants, you can also open my mail.

Your pants were simpler.

My pants were sexier too.

"Dear Mr Gruber,

after several attempts to make contact by phone,

We hereby request you to contact the oncological...

...ambulance.

Based on the findings of CT and biopsy collected on January 8th

the urgent need arises to have a

diagnostic meeting with Dr. Jelitzka.

Moreover, further investigations are needed as early as possible to

counteract the symptoms."

You probably know better what this is about, but...

it sounds kind of...

Should I go?

I'll buy you a Sex On The Beach if you put on "I need a dollar"

and open another button.

Fuck yourself, you Swiss arsehole!

- Good morning. - Morning.

I'll print out the bill for you right away.

Ah yes, this was handed in for you.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may we ask your attention

for the security information."

All the best for your 40th. Late but...

Yes. It wasn't funny. I know.

It's not meant to be funny either.

Then please drive over the Ring.

I like that you don't talk.

Who wants these taxi drivers who always have to talk.

I looked at your 672 Facebook friends.

I'm the only normal one.

And you yell that in the faces of these snobs.

And you won't even call me when I turn 40.

And if you die, I'll find out on Twitter.

Right?

And you don't even have a chick like Dad,

to invite me to the funeral.

I think it's good that you're finally stopping

to idealize our family.

Go, shut up, with your stupid,

stupid, snotty babble!

Honestly! How sick do you have to be to do something like that?

Really.

You're a sick asshole for posting something like this.

You don't have any friends at all, do you? Nobody.

Take away all your sarcasm, then what's left?

- Yes, I drive at high speed. So what? - It's okay. Everything's okay.

Even the windowpane is affected.

You are...

Yes and? And? So what?

What about you, ha?

- You look good for 40 anyway - Shut up.

How wonderful that you were born.

What is that?

That was the most expensive.

Super.

- Good day. - Mr Gruber?

Yes indeed.

Was this your first time?

I must have made my colleague nervous.

I understand.

You have more talent, you can tell.

I haven't done anything else for four-and-a-half years.

- And never missed a vein? - No.

No.

That wouldn't be an option either.

Because if even a drop of the drug gets into your tissues,

then you have a hole to the bone.

But no fear. You don't need to be afraid.

I am not afraid.

We don't attach until the needle is in place.

Well then...

What do you take?

300.

Let's do 400. I'm not a girl.

Okay.

350. Fine?

Name?

Johannes Gruber.

Birth date?

02.01.78.

You're the son, aren't you?

That's not why you're so nice to me, is it?

No.

When I started, she was already retired. I'm not related at all.

Enviable.

See you later.

Say hello to Mom.

Pardon me?

I said it makes more sense for you to come here alone.

I don't have... Well, I'm alone.

Lymphoma, right?

You can't tell...

No.

Do I have to guess now?

That would be too easy.

It's everywhere.

You're going to die, Gruber.

I understand that you are in a hurry,

but next time...

At least say good morning first.

You were just incredibly sexy in that position.

I thought it was nice to be woken up like that.

I didn't give you my spare key for that.

Let's go out to eat at the end of the week.

I'm taking you out. All the bells and whistles.

OK, let's see.

Is something wrong with you?

No. What is it?

Rike wants another child.

Another?

Yes. I'm supposed to undo the sterilization .

You also think it's a crazy idea, don't you?

A third child.

And then he asks me.

I think that's awesome.

I don't believe...

that he's after your blessing.

He wants to know if he should finally leave his old lady for you.

Haven't you been trying to talk me out of it for a year-and-a-half?

- I'm just worried about you. - Why?

Because.

I kept thinking about him while having sex with Felix.

He doesn't deserve to be a sex fantasy.

How in the world would you know that?

Then call him now.

I texted him.

It's his turn. It's logical.

Sarah, you weren't even 14 when you were 14 like you are now.

Just don't move to Vienna now and get on with the house and the kids.

That's your dream.

And yours?

I've never thought about it.

I'm just so hysterical because I know

that he will never call back.

Was he really that good in bed?

It was so familiar.

But I'm something like his...

Death Angel. Do you understand?

It's a Viennese number.

Sarah Vogel.

"Hello, Sarah. This is Ferdl"

Amazing that you called. How are you?

"Great. You sound tense."

No, not at all.

Work.

"I'd like you to have you on the new sampler."

Yes? Sounds good.

- When are you in Berlin? - "The music is playing in Vienna."

- "Can you come? In two weeks?" - Sure I can.

"Don't mess up your ears while flying."

I just have to chew something when I start.

"Then I'll find you a flight out."

- Then send me an e-mail. - "And we'll get things moving."

- OK. - "I'm looking forward to it."

- Yes, see you then. Bye. - "Bye."

Music producer. He's also worried about the ears.

And I'm flying to Vienna.

I'm on duty until five. Then we're going to Blush. I'll buy you a bra.

You're such a cliche.

To your Hodginsky.

Non-Hodgkin. And scream a little quieter.

Sorry.

Are you losing it already?

Might not even happen.

Also, I'm sure being bald you'll look super...

- Woo! Sexy! - Woo!

Yes. And you're a fag.

Baby!

- Another champagne for my cutie. - Well, let's have a real drink.

Highland Park?

You're paying.

Why me again? I'm sick.

Get lost. You with your girl cancer.

And you're a fat, rich asshole.

I'm unemployed, dude.

Until you get back from sick leave,

that Switzerland deal is history.

Come on, don't talk stupid. Let's step on the gas.

But I have to be at Yvonne's by 12.

Ooh, you were allowed out?

And you, Hodginsky? Any women?

It's none of your fucking business.

Really?

- Yes. - OK.

But it's nothing now... Nothing definitive.

- If it's none of my business... - Don't be upset. It...

I don't care.

Ah, come on now.

This is ridiculous.

You're pissed.

Not at all!

- If it's such a big secret. - It's not a big secret.

Then a small one!

- It's not a secret yet! - Then tell me.

Um...

- I don't know... - Do you have plans tonight?

No.

Eat and go to bed.

A with me, B with me? Or both?

- Pick me up at eight. - What do you want to eat?

You can think of something.

Doctor?

Suppose I took you out tonight. Actually hypothetical.

What would be a restaurant

that you would later tell your friends about?

I'm on night duty tonight. And I'm married.

- It's really hypothetical. - Yes, of course.

Very bad.

It was hypothetical!

You can't impress her with a restaurant.

It's not about the restaurant.

Aha, are you suggesting a hotdog stand?

The doctor is a vegetarian.

It's not about the doctor.

Just think of the most normal place

that comes to mind within a kilometer radius of your apartment.

Since when are we on a first-name basis?

I'll have the liver dumpling soup and the veal wiener schnitzel.

Is there a side?

Fried potatoes or potato and corn salad.

Okay.

- The Salad? - No, both.

And afterwards I would like to have "Mohr im Hemd".

Whatever it is.

- Good. And for you? - I'll have the same. Thanks.

It doesn't suit you at all.

Checkered tablecloths, soup...

I like soup.

Be careful.

- Bon appetit. - Thanks.

Do I look sick?

No, you look good.

Well, so... Is it bad with the tumor?

I thought we'd pretend I never saw the letter.

When you asked, I thought, okay,

he wants to be cool about it.

As if it were just a...

nail fungus or something.

Can you please not say nail fungus out loud?

Okay.

Sorry.

Nail fungus.

Sixty-forty, seventy-thirty.

Is that a sex rating you do in Vienna?

These are my chances of survival.

I can play "Blowin' in the Wind"

very badly on the guitar.

That's not Dylan's at all.

I knew it,

Dylan-Nerd.

Please don't tell anyone.

I'll throw half a cow into the pot afterwards.

I thought to myself, I'd do

Soup, incense sticks... When you come back.

Tempting.

And is she still playing?

Ida! Ida! Stop it now. Come.

We're going to the country now, you can look out the window.

- I don't want shitty nature... - You don't say shit!

- Sometimes, smartass. - Dad said shit twice.

I just started a new level.

You can play in the house. Now sit down.

And for that we're driving two hours?

- Johnny. - Johnny.

Exactly. Who brought the fucking Nintendo...

- Is everything okay? - Yes, I'm still alive and all.

"Anything new? So, anything bad?"

You act like we only hear from each other when I'm terminally ill.

"We don't even hear from each other then."

Hey... One question. How do you make beef soup?

Beef soup?

It should taste like mother's.

Well, bones and flesh and...

- And thingy... root, well... - Yeah. text me

- Thanks. You're the best. Ciao. - OK.

- Is Johnny dying now? - Leave it, Ida.

- He's not dying. - I want a Big Mac.

- A Big Mac menu... - Is he worse?

- Fries... - I'm kind of worried.

He wants to cook now.

But not for us, I hope.

- Can we go to McDrive? - Hold on.

"Gruber, it's me."

"I'm basically here to work, and...

I'll probably only be done here tonight. Or tomorrow..."

"My flight is at nine and..."

"Well, I don't want to chat you up."

"It was nice."

"Don't be mad, okay?"

"I love soup."

"Ciao."

Thanks.

I love your shaved legs.

They aren't shaved. I have cancer

- It... - It's okay.

I shave my legs, but I think it's super gay so...

I don't talk about it.

I do have cancer.

"Those who are not born are busy dying."

Are you seriously quoting Bob Dylan?

Let me buy you a drink.

It's almost five.

And you don't have a future anyway.

Do you want to talk about it?

I don't know.

What exactly is it?

Let's talk about something else.

We don't need to talk at all.

Is something wrong?

I...

I somehow shouldn't have done that.

I have to settle this with myself. You don't.

I don't want you to come anymore.

And before you say anything...

I haven't thought about you while I'm fucking for a long time.

Maybe it would be enough to repaint it.

Or to just go to the hairdresser.

I really thought Felix would build me the shitty shelf.

Be happy you can handle it.

Felix had a Volvo station wagon.

I always go for men in station wagons, which is stupid...

because I don't want children.

Just tell me the sick Porsche driver is the answer?

Some country bumpkin is sure to drive into me

and scratch it with his Opel.

- Are you in the Gillette boycott? - That's still in progress.

- So that's where he's realizing himself now? - Hey, don't say anything stupid. Okay?

- There are really things he can do. - Absolutely.

You can do a lot.

- He's put on a bit. - Yes, but I find that cosy.

What's green and behind bars?

A vinegar villain.

Hey guys, I have a flower made of peas.

Can you count my spider bites?

No, I think he doesn't like that. Now please sit down normally.

Good legs. In future she can model and finance a pool.

- What does "finance" mean? - Yeah, a pool!

"Finance" means something like that,

which your parents are having a little trouble with.

And how long will you stay?

- Johnny can stay as long as he wants. - No worries. Not long.

You never stay long. Always for only one meal and gifts.

- And you argue with mom. - Siblings fight. You know that.

Yeah, especially with that annoying little brother.

- I finished first! - Thanks, I'm full.

And I was hoping she'd leave her knuckle.

If you have children, you have your right to knuckles

gone for two decades.

Is it always like this? How do you stand it?

It's just drinking, isn't it?

Exactly, that helps.

I actually find it extremely relaxing.

Well, I would go somewhere else for wellness.

Where?

Cruising around in the Porsche.

No worries. No worries.

The food was good. Thanks.

You're welcome.

- Yes, eh. - Yes, eh.

Is there a problem?

Shit-ass-trash!

"Shit-ass-scumbag!"

"Dude, does chemo make you numb or what?"

"Get into a cab. I'm in the Albertina Passage."

Maybe I'll do another ultrasound.

Just to be really sure.

- Do you want to have it? - No.

If you see the heartbeat, then you want to.

I'm not in any danger.

Wait until you're really sure about the vodka.

Are you listening to me?

Have you really never thought about it?

You are 37.

What if that's it?

I have a texting friend with a 70 percent chance of survival.

And I never wanted one anyway.

So let's act like adults now, okay?

Are you sure about the day of fertilization?

Yes, I am.

The latest possible date for termination would therefore be...

Just a sec...

July 23rd.

If cancelled within the next eight weeks,

the method of choice is vacuum curettage.

The cervix is carefully dilated

and the mucus that has built up is sucked out with the fertilized egg cell.

The procedure only takes eight to ten minutes, but under general anaesthesia.

Do you have someone to pick you up?

I can also take a taxi.

You have such a systematic mess of shit

in your job, your love life,

in your family, in your finances,

and of course in your shitty garden too.

Johnny, you don't have to do that. Tom will do that later.

In short, watch and learn.

Thanks.

Stop it.

Yes, I'll lend it to you. How much?

Tom and I are invited to a wedding.

On Friday.

But it's in Vienna.

I cannot go with you.

Anyway, we haven't been dating for a long time.

And you...

You're really good with the kids.

Even Tom noticed that.

It's just politeness.

We can imagine entrusting the children to you.

And that would only be for a few hours.

Are you crazy? You can't trust me with anything or anyone.

When they sleep, you can open any wine.

Your "Billigsdorfer-Heurigenfusel" cannot be the argument.

Our babysitter gets eight euros an hour.

If you prefer that.

8,50.

- Yes, Oida! There you are. - Sorry.

Yes, my God... I'm not washing dark clothes today anyway...

So...

If anything, call. Yes?

I'm probably on silent. There won't be anything.

Unfortunately a small scratch.

- We'll finish you off. - I can tell.

But Johnny...

Tiny, shoot! Hit your foot against it.

- Excellent. - No!

Johnny, you're so aggressive.

I'll give you five euros if you don't cry.

- OK. - I won't cry for five euros either.

You only have to give him 50 cents.

A Margherita, without cheese, but with salami.

One with extra cheese and olives.

But green and only on one side.

And I'll have the special, instead of the artichokes, anchovies, please.

And you'll have prosciutto?

40 minutes?

So be it.

"Under Pluto-Saturn influence, it's not about casualness.

You are doing everything you can to turn your life around.

Be careful not to overwhelm yourself

or run over others.

Because your words are developing an incredible energy.

Avoid getting caught up in power struggles,

like you tend to do.

It's good that Neptune keeps inviting you to look within.

There's a lot to see there."

Seven thirty.

That's how old I am.

Now do you want to hear that you look like 25?

Yes.

Keep the change.

Ciao.

Everything will be fine. It's just...

a bit noisy and bright but...

That's how it should be, okay?

Don't be afraid.

Hello, Sarah.

That's... Well, I'll pay for all this, of course.

"Are you crying?"

Hello?

Hey, I'll give you 10 euros if you don't cry.

Or more.

I... Sarah...

Please stop.

"Should I come now or what?"

- Good day. - Oh. Is there a big crowd today?

How are you, Mr. Gruber?

I have to go to the airport.

- You remember the meeting? - Sure. No rough patches.

The medication has been changed. This can lead to side effects.

As already mentioned, there are also radiation units.

You have not kept the appointments until now.

I was out of town. I'll catch up.

Yes, you set your own priorities.

Take 350. I'm in a real hurry.

300, Mr. Gruber.

I appreciate your caution, but I can take 350.

Mr Gruber,

You are not in the bazaar here.

Was that politically correct, doctor?

- See you soon, Mr. Gruber. - Yes, I hope so too.

Where's the other one?

Well, the one who always...

The other guy.

John?

John Groovy?

What's up, John?

Hey, everything's okay. What about you?

Squash is back.

But last time we were younger.

Dude, glad to see you.

You are looking good.

Nice that you...

- You seem to be getting better. - Yes. It's no big deal.

Jesus! Are you dumb? What are you doing?

Don't be mad at me...

Please.

I don't need that on my seats.

Yes, I am empty now.

Yes, come out.

I’ll pay double if you keep quiet and keep going.

- Okay. - Plus 20 and...

There's nothing more. I promise.

But we're not going to the airport now.

For sure.

Now listen, young man. I'm still steering.

Where do you live?

I said so before.

- Yes, and I said it now. - But I said it in front of you too.

Give it to me!

"Don't put down the phone!"

- Tom... - "This is so unfair."

- "Because you always get things..." - "Not at all."

- Tom has grass at home. - "Hello?"

I read that helps. And I only know coke.

You are very quiet. Did your phone fall into the toilet?

"Johnny?"

"Hello?"

"Johnny, really now. It's not even five!"

"Sarah Vogel. Thanks for the call.

If it's urgent, your message should sound like it.

Thanks, ciao."

"Sarah Vogel. Thanks for calling.

If it's urgent, your message should sound like it.

Thanks, ciao."

I was urgent. I...

Tried Viennese charm, I was careful, I got threats...

Sarah, I'm running out of ideas.

Call me please.

Yes, I'll come too if I...

John, open up right now!

- It's not working right now, Mother. - Johannes, don't be exhausting.

- You are exhausting. - Please open up now!

On the double!

Ah, look at you!

I have no energy for visitors.

Kathi got worried after your call.

And you've never invited me.

Open your mouth. There.

Take that.

I'll take the three yellow ones. But pocket the watered down eso shit.

It was very good to you as a child.

- Always. - Yes.

Giving globules to a cancer patient, it's like...

You know, come to a cancer patient with globules. understand?

What is that?

This is a root with a Chinese name.

I'll think of it. Um...

And this one?

A potato, John.

Ah, I see.

Everything organic. Prepared according to the five elements.

All the nutrients are in the vegetables.

Please, some broth.

- Do you want me to spoon it up? - Well, I...

- A spoonful for... - I'm fine...

You’re acting like a complete novice!

It's just plain vegetable soup!

A very good vegetable... Please eat this now.

I...

Adopted, probably.

- A what? - Adopted, probably.

- Who is adopted? - Me.

Sometimes I really believe that you come from somewhere else.

Lie down.

- Do you want me to stay with you a little bit? - No.

- Hmm? - Maybe only briefly.

Okay.

Don't like it anymore? Should I puree it?

I already had two...

...ate two plates.

- Do you have a blender or something? - No, I don't have a blender.

I can't tell you anything new.

The findings were bad 14 days ago.

But then you didn't listen to me.

Are you not attached to your life?

I can prescribe you something for the nausea,

but please go to the radiation.

Do you want an appointment in the afternoon?

No.

Do I have to lead you in there by the hand?

You wanted to cheer me up with the 70 percent, didn't you?

You succeeded.

But if all else fails, even 30 percent is 100.

Mr. Gruber, I'm slowly running out of ideas.

I still need eyeglass frames made of real wood,

then I'll look like half the guys from the agency.

Tell me when to stop.

I think it's nice that you came to me.

My hairdresser would have asked for 60 euros.

Do you want me to hug you?

No.

Good, you're still you.

Whoever that is.

I was thinking I'd like something

from a song on the tombstone.

Something by Dylan?

None of the people you know will notice.

But.

Seriously now...

were you in bed with only me?

No.

But the other one is sterilized.

How do you imagine things now? How is it supposed to be?

Well...

In the next seven months the baby grows, then it comes out.

Which hurts like pooping a melon.

Then I'll feed it,

wrap it, lay it on my knee,

everything that goes with it. That's how it will be.

Whether you want to be the father or just the sperm donor.

Why are you such a shit to me?

You couldn't think of anything better than to say you'll pay for everything.

And you didn't mean the alimony...

or an elite day-care centre.

Yes, that was clumsy.

I shouldn't have pre-empted your decision.

- That's mine anyway. - Excellent. Then why am I here?

You really wanted to come here.

Ah, I'd like a beer now!

Sarah, honestly...

Can you...

imagine someone like me with a child?

Apart from the fact that I might not be there anymore.

In seven months I'll probably be dead.

You look strange without hair.

There's not that much left of me.

Nothing comes of dying, Gruber.

I want you to stay.

Not just because of the baby.

You want to stay too.

Maybe not with me, but you still want to stay.

Maybe it's not a coincidence with the child.

I didn't just make that decision either.

I...

I already had an appointment for an abortion. I'm going there and then...

How? Did you have an appointment?

- Yes. - And you went there?

- Yes, I'm telling you. - Was that before or after the text message?

Beforehand.

You wanted to have it removed without telling me?

My child?

Hello?

You would prefer it if you hadn’t known anything.

You can't abort my child and not tell me anything.

So, I don't know what's going on here right now.

Didn't you just not want the child at all?

You should have asked me. It's mine too.

Latte?

Table?

Craziness. Shit Berlin.

I'm braking, I'm braking!

Rosa!

Rosa? Rosa!

Come here.

But I do not want to.

I'll get myself a coffee quickly. Will you take care of her for a moment?

What is it like when you have a baby?

For example, you have less time to be hit on.

I'm being serious.

Yes, me too.

Thanks.

The man will take care of you. I'll go in there quickly.

Mama!

You shouldn't be in the phone book.

Any motherfucker can come here.

You don't even have an intercom.

Sarah, I have cancer, you are pregnant. Both are coincidences.

Yours is benign, provisionally.

Do you still want that? I mean...

Because if yes, I would be...

I would be the father if...

If...

A dead father might also have advantages.

If luck would have it.

Don't look like that.

How am I supposed to look?

You're the self-pitying type. I get that type often.

They are usually quite successful men in their careers,

or at least they see themselves that way.

How can you talk to me like that?

In this case, I can.

- Hello. - Hello.

How much?

Oh, let's do 12 euros.

- Ten? - All right then.

And I'll add that on top.

Hello.

Are you any different now?

No, I am...

me again. Or something like that.

And you? Are you you again?

Something similar.

But sometimes I think, what if that was it? If that...

was my child?

I can't get rid of the fear, or whatever it is.

You probably don't believe it,

but I feel the same way.

Yes.

Yes.

But at least you came.

I thought you were dying now.

You wanted to be honest?

And.

You are a good person.

- You're not a good person. - Not?

That's why you're unmusical.

Pretty even.

You look almost like a young Dylan.

- Has anyone ever told you that? - Yes, but a bit posher.

- Are we going already? - Yes, we're going.

Young Dylan is going to make you a child now. He's good at that.

No, thanks. I'd rather have dessert.

Very well.

Maybe in five minutes.