Original subtitles

Are you here for the band?

What instrument?

Aren't you a funny man?

Go on! Play something.

Okay. Stop.

Wait. Hey! Wait.

- In your face. - Okay.

Just hang on. Stop.

I didn't want to interrupt you, because you had a run, but...

Great idea. But we could only afford three minutes of that.

- Okay. - But your performance was...

really good.

OUR TIME IS NOW

THE PREVIOUS DAY

He's back. Yes!

- Yes! - He's back!

Oh yeah, keep going.

Hey! He's blind! Can't you see?

Oh shit! I'm sorry.

- She has some serious tits! - Excuse me?

Let's dance... for a bit?

I heard something else.

- You can have a chew on mine. - What?

- I hope you have a good time. - I heard something else again.

- Okay, it's happened. - What?

- I'm in love. - You're a retard.

You can't say that. He's blind.

- When I see you... - When you see me?

- With his hands. - Oh, I see.

See? I'm in love.

Where are you? I need you today.

Next time, no problem.

But I'm in a meeting now.

A meeting? With whom?

- Hey! What's your name? - Mandy.

- Candy. - No.

Candy.

- Where are you? - I have no idea where I am.

I don't understand you.

I need the annual report.

God, what an idiot.

- The... - Well?

- The intercom isn't working. - Your brain isn't working.

How many more times? When you talk, you press this button.

And when I'm talking, you don't need to press anything.

Your finger needs to be on this button.

Has that gone into your head?

Do you understand? Or do you have shit for brains?

I need the annual report!

Don't stand around like a dolt. Get busy!

Just leave.

Three...

two...

"These successes show that the future of German film

lies with those who have proven that they speak a new film language."

Your language.

"We're announcing our aspiration

to create a new German film.

This new film needs new freedom.

Freedom from the industry conventions,

freedom from the outside influence of commercial partners."

The Oberhausen Manifesto.

I want us to all sign this today.

Vanessa? Do you need help?

No. You have a lecture to hold.

Quiet. Quiet.

Let's not keep Vanessa from her spring cleaning.

Oh, and when she's finished,

maybe she can tell us how her final film project is going.

Vanessa, you're the only one who hasn't handed in a topic.

- I'll tell you on Friday. - You don't have a team.

Nobody wants to work with you, it seems.

I need to wait for an appointment, and then I'll let you know.

What's your topic going to be?

- A documentary about Cro. - Oh, sure!

What's so funny about that, huh?

Cro?

And what is that?

Good.

Hey, how's it hanging? It's me... That's right. Cro.

We're looking for your idea for our film competition.

Introduce yourself.

40,000 euros in prize money are waiting for you.

DAY OF THE FILM COMPETITION

You're a team, right?

I'm looking forward to your ideas. It'll be cool.

Version one: professional.

Good afternoon, my name is Vanessa Richter and in this presentation,

I will present my film idea to you.

Version two: friendly.

Hi, I'm Vanessa and...

I'd like to show you my film idea. Enjoy.

Version number three: cool.

What's up? I'm Vanny. I'm sure you're dying to hear my idea.

Sit back and check out my tight video.

Fuck... bitches.

- Alright? - Hi.

Sorry, I...

I was just...

The beginning was funny. I thought a train was coming.

And...

I thought version two was the best.

Version two? Why?

You sounded most natural and nice in that one.

- I didn't in the others? - No.

Well, you did, but in a funny way.

Do you work here?

- I had an idea too, actually. - Why actually?

I changed my mind. I'm not doing it.

I don't think they'll like it.

Show it to me.

No.

I'd rather not.

If you don't show it to anyone, you won't know if it's any good.

See you around.

Bye.

THE FUTURE OF CRO

- Hello. - Hi.

Oh. "On the Waterfront".

- Good film. - Yeah.

- Dawid Cordes? - That's me.

Okay, picture this:

The dark skyline of Chicago

in the '30s.

Cut.

Aim, shoot,

load, hit and he dies.

- You're leaking. - Like no one else.

- Wait. - In your face!

- Wait. - What?

Okay. You think the idea is shit. I think it's shit too.

That was just a test. If you'd fallen for it, I'd be gone.

You wouldn't even have seen me.

The future. Not Cro in the '30s. Cro in 30 years.

He doesn't want to acknowledge that his career has ended.

He lives a miserable existence between...

hotel bars and...

golf courses.

I need to make a comeback. Set up a tour. I need the cash.

What are you talking about, man?

We can't just pull a tour out of our hats.

You need a reality check, not a comeback.

A tour...

Stop blowing your cash on stupid shit.

I only spend money on essential things.

The golden one.

Bull's eye! It'll be big. This is my time.

Maybe you can stop wearing that mask now.

We think it looks pretty stupid now.

Stupid?

This mask is a part of me.

- Interesting. - I thought so too.

- Did you bring all that with you? - Yes.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

- Hey! - I made it myself.

No way.

Oscar Wilde said:

"Man is least himself when he is his own person.

Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth."

Nice to have you here, Ludwig.

Tell us what you've prepared for us.

This begs the question: If a mask is not a way of hiding oneself,

might it be a chance to show oneself?

This thesis forms the basis of my documentary.

I'd like to draw it as a comic.

So it can be turned into an animation.

It's about beginnings.

About how the mask came about.

Imagine it as a legend. The Legend of Cro.

One is a talented musician...

And the other...

would like to be like him.

But it's about friendship especially.

Amazing that it all fits in here.

That's what your sister said too.

You'll hardly notice I'm wearing a camera.

- So you can behave freely. - What camera?

But, because of his success,

their friendship is put to the test.

It's kind of a what-if vision of Cro at the end of his career.

I'm Vanessa and I want to make an extraordinary documentary.

- Bang. - Bang?

Bang.

What version did you use?

I wish you luck.

You didn't just say that. You're wishing her luck?

Does the pink elephant have a problem with that?

Right. Dawid and Vanessa, will you come back in again?

Everyone else, thanks for taking part. It was cool.

Thanks again.

Ludwig, one more thing.

Could you make us more drawings?

I want to see what direction it's taking.

Vanessa, we're taking you on tour.

- Dawid, write a screenplay. - No problem.

The deadline is...

- ... in four weeks. Can you do that? - Sure.

Then we'll take a look at everything again.

- And decide on one project. - Okay, yes.

- Yeah? Okay. Cool. - Sure.

- Thanks, Kodi. - Knock 'm dead.

Knock 'm dead. Looking forward to it!

That's how you bribed the jury?

No.

Don't you like popcorn?

- I love popcorn. - Then try some.

- It's delicious. - I made it myself.

- I can't eat anymore. - Why not?

Okay.

Listen up. You think that because of my looks

you could ignore certain odd traits of mine,

but after our first date you'll be reading up about Asperger's.

Then you'll abandon all attempts to get me into bed.

- Okay. - Spare yourself the effort and my time.

Whatever Asperger's is, I like it.

Hey! Okay, okay.

Just answer two questions, and you'll be rid of me.

Is there a restaurant you've always wanted to go to?

La Bassin. It's by a waterfall.

You eat at tables that are in the water.

- Let's have dinner there today. - It's in the Philippines.

- Okay. - Drive.

Movies. You like old movies. I love old movies. Come on.

Okay.

- Okay, tomorrow evening. - 8 p.m., Residenz theater.

Okay. Go.

Drive.

Do you need help?

- Do you need help, Dad? - Give me the keys.

No. She gave them to me.

If you need anything else from her office,

take it with you now.

What are you saying?

I was offered a good price for the theater. I can't turn it down.

The lights will go off here at the end of the month.

It's over, big guy.

Why are we even open then?

- What? - Yeah.

- Why aren't we partying non-stop? - Yes.

Drinking the last bit of common sense out of our brains?

Are you finished?

Go your own way for once, Dawidek.

- Yes. - Yo.

I have some lyrics. Maybe it goes well with this.

Yeah, man!

Tight!

Hey, can you hear me?

Yeah, sure. Yeah, I hear you.

- Can you turn up the beat a little? - Sure.

Oppmann.

Are you done?

Are you shitting me?

Nice. This is good.

Nice line and contours.

Annabelle, come here.

Our annual report.

Could you scan it and send it to the board?

With pleasure.

Am I surrounded by boneheads?

That was a joke! J-O-E-K!

- A joek. - I didn't get that. What?

Good joek.

This is your first warning.

Ah! Ludwig!

Help me out here!

It has a future. Art is unpredictable.

There will always be illnesses and accidents.

- That would be something for life. - Mom's right.

You could really do your thing there.

Nonsense. He can't even do fried eggs.

- Gabi... - Don't Gabi me!

Stop it now. You should motivate him.

If he wants to paint, he should become a painter.

Painters are always needed.

With all those dirty walls everywhere and those awful scribblings.

What is this?

My privacy.

"Stick it in, Ludwig. Fuck me really hard."

- What the hell is this? - Let me see that.

Whoa. I mean, that...

needs to be anal... yzed and...

it speaks for itself, really. I mean...

Yes, I think we should have a chill talk about this.

This here must be our Ludwig, right?

He's getting... well, we can call things by their name,

mouth sex...

from an attractive young lady.

And then Ludwig quite gruffly tells her to...

swallow his... ejaculate.

Whoa, this seems to be about...

- ... popo intercourse. - Mouth sex, popo sex, who cares!

It has to stop!

He should concentrate on his work! This is filth!

Yes, the content's rather unusual.

It's well executed, but can't you also paint something pretty?

Something one could hang on the wall. Like this.

Something you could proudly put your signature on.

Yes, you could paint something like that.

I didn't think you'd really come.

Neither did I.

It would be good if you always said what you're thinking.

That's easiest for me to deal with.

I read up on Asperger's.

Considering one of your weaknesses is social interaction,

you're not doing too badly.

I try.

Can we talk about something else?

You know a lot about me, but I know nothing about you.

All I know about you is

that you've got a screw loose.

Just kidding.

Oh, right. Humor is not my thing either.

I warned you.

I didn't know such an old movie theater existed.

- Not just you. That's why it's closing. - What?

That sucks.

They can't just do that.

These days things aren't repaired,

they get thrown away and replaced.

No escape now.

I'll get my chainsaw and then we can start.

I told you.

Irony is not my thing either.

A woman's never made me cry that quickly before.

- Never. - Why is it just the two of us here?

We're closed on Wednesdays. It's not worth opening.

- Does the theater belong to your family? - I was raised here, yeah.

Come here.

This is corn. And corn is your best friend.

And now this will go...

inside here.

Very slowly.

- More sugar. - Extra sweet, coming up.

For the enchanting lady on my right. Coming up.

Popcorn needs to glisten.

This was my idea. The "way-too-much bucket".

- Nobody buys it. - I will.

But I need my own.

This is how you eat popcorn.

- Okay, so... - Got to eat it.

Is it good?

Okay.

This is my favorite scene.

Damn. You pack one hell of a punch.

Can you say something? I hate silence.

If you can be quiet together, you've met someone special.

Is that from a movie?

It's what I think.

- You shouldn't think so much. - And you should think more.

- What were you expecting? - This.

- What? - Or that you'd feel so uncomfortable

that you'd think of an excuse to go.

- Why did you come then? - I thought we were watching an old film.

- I was hoping I was wrong about you. - You don't know me.

You don't want me to know you. You want me to think you're great.

That...

Are you afraid of not being successful anymore?

No. I have many other hobbies.

Drawing and...

I've never been a big fan of...

huge opinions that need to be represented...

That's my image, that's my world and that's the right thing.

That's not it. I just accompany your opinion.

I'm the soundtrack to your opinion.

You give us a projection surface?

Exactly. Look.

I write stuff in here.

I have a book full of double rhymers No close-ups

And don't tell the other whiners

This one's good. I'll take it.

When did you write your first song?

I started when I was 14.

- Want a drink? - Yes.

- Carbonated water and lemon. - Okay. Coming up.

Do you have any habits, tics or rituals when you make music?

At night there's this magic.

When everyone's asleep,

you know the world's peaceful and everyone is at ease.

But I'm still up making music.

Do you get stage fright?

I'm Reza from the Esperanza Club. One of our acts canceled.

If you want, you guys can have the slot.

Tomorrow at 11.

I'm still somewhat scared of giving concerts.

Man, this is it. We need a show.

It was bad in the beginning. The first 100 concerts were awful.

I put a few more ice cubes in. I didn't want to take them out.

Now you have a few more.

Lemon and carbonated water.

I wanted the lemon in the water.

TOUR START - 3 WEEKS UNTIL DEADLINE

Sorry. Everything came at once today.

The street was longer today.

- All right? - How's it hanging?

- Is everyone inside? - Yes.

Yo, what's up? Chiry, Collins...

We're all here. Danjo, Tim. Let's get it started!

- Kodi, hang on. - Hey, Ludwig.

- The first drawings. - Cool.

When you show them to Carlo, tell him my intentions are not bad.

- I'll tell him. Thanks. - Have fun.

It was always insane.

But this will be the tour of your life.

And I mean... I don't know. I mean it!

It'll be cool. I'm ready. I can't wait!

Driver, you can drive.

Hey, where are you going?

- I'm going back to sleep. - It's 3 p.m.

Open up, asshole! Don't you think I noticed?

Here you are. I was looking for you.

Have a nice day, asshole.

If it takes place in the future, you should show flying cars.

There won't be flying cars in 30 years. Movies always exaggerate.

It's about making the story intense.

You have no idea about writing screenplays.

It's easy.

That's one hell of a movie!

One hell of a movie!

I thought it would... I'll keep writing...

and put a concert scene in.

He won't even fill a gym in 30 years.

Sinan.

You're a genius! That's it. Come here.

Carlo.

- Man, you're on in five minutes. - Okay.

My comeback. I'm going to rock this crowd!

Yes, yes, yes, baby.

Baby, yes.

Carlo.

- Just so you know, out there... - I don't want to know.

I just want to do a good show. Let's go.

One of the best rap artists of his time. With hits like "Dream".

Give it up for the incomparable, unique Cro!

Siggi, Siggi!

- Come on. It was great. - It wasn't bad.

Right?

Tough crowd out there, huh?

Damn! It's not easy to be the support band.

But you know...

They don't want mumbling singers.

- They want the maestro. - And that's you or what?

- Fuck off, you wimp. - Hey, hey, hey! Hey, okay.

Chillax. Take a chill pill, man.

I'm sorry your career's gone down the drain.

Here he is. Siggi. Haha!

Ah. Rock 'n' roll time, baby.

Who is that guy?

Let's give a lukewarm thank you...

to the support band.

He hasn't been on stage for a long time.

Can't you do anything? I can't believe this!

... he will learn to fly again.

He's still got in him, right? He's dynamite.

- Siggi tears the mask off his face! - That's cool.

Who's behind the mask anyway?

Some actor has to play him.

- Jean-Claude van Damme. - Someone fitting.

- Arnold Schwarzenegger. - Someone we can get.

Sylvester Stallone. He's the best.

There's only one man who could play Cro. Hang on.

Hey, Panda Bear, is that all you've got?

Look.

No way.

Til Schweiger!

- Til Schweiger. - Look.

- I didn't know. - Me neither.

An asparagus festival.

Are you kidding me?

I wanted to tell you the whole time.

Man, I filled Schleyer Hall. Fifteen thousand. Thousand!

That was 30 years ago. 30!

- Book Schleyer Hall. - No, we'll lose a pile of cash!

I don't care! It's my cash.

- Have you looked at your account? - Still seven digits.

What? In the red!

In the red!

- Book Schleyer Hall! - What the hell?

We booked the smallest venues for the tour.

- And nothing sold out. - Venues?

You call an asparagus festival a venue?

Are you out of your mind?

Cancel this county fair tour and book Schleyer Hall!

- Does it still exist? - I think they tore it down.

Shit.

You can tell him that.

His comeback may have failed,

but for the first time in 30 years, people now know Cro's face.

How will he handle the newfound publicity?

- Seriously? - Why not? I think so.

He's too good-looking. He needs to look old and worn-out...

He needs to weigh 280 pounds. He should be at least as fat as you.

I'm not fat. I'm just too short for my weight.

SCHLEYER HALL

Hey, I didn't want to disturb you.

I just wanted to give this to you.

It's from the movie theater.

We'll see each other... maybe after the show?

Stuttgart, are we ready?

You must be asking yourselves

who's filming us the whole time?

This is Vanessa.

She's doing a film about me, about us.

Be nice and say, "Hello, Vanessa"!

- Hello, Vanessa! - Louder!

Hello, Vanessa!

Anyone standing on stage with us, sings with us.

Who wants to hear Vanessa sing?

- Vanessa, Vanessa! - Yes.

Okay, and we'll help Vanessa.

Okay.

If you want to tell me why you're standing on your head,

you can.

But you don't have to.

I have to turn my world upside down sometimes.

- So it's the right way up? - Yes. That doesn't make sense.

No, no. That does make sense.

You have to stop doing it at some point, or your head will burst.

Yes, that would be helpful.

I was given another chance for my movie idea.

If it hadn't been for you, I would never have tried.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Can I see that?

If you never show it to anyone, you'll never know

if it's any good or not.

- Here, right? - Yes.

I think that...

filmmaking is the not the right thing for someone like me.

- Whisky and coke. - Okay.

I think filmmaking is exactly the right thing for you.

- Why? - You see the world differently.

You should go back out there and continue.

And people will shout: "Yay!". Right?

They might also shout: "Boo!"

No, they won't shout "Boo".

Come on.

- Carlito! - Lu, what's up?

- Hello. - Ludwig.

Hi, I...

Don't take it the wrong way, but it's not cool for you to be here.

- My bad. - Sorry...

I got it. Have fun.

Thanks.

- Hey, are you cool? - Yeah. Everything's fine.

I didn't want to throw you in the deep end like that.

- That wasn't cool. - It's okay. I'm going back.

Come on then. Let's go.

I found her. We can continue.

Come on.

Today is his first time on stage.

Make some noise for my man.

What's wrong?

You have to get out there.

Is everything okay, man?

I returned the money.

Don't worry about it. Next time.

Fuck it. There won't be a next time.

- I just want to make music. - There's no other way.

People want to see you.

But I don't want to be seen.

Aren't you Cro's screenplay writer?

Hey, I am Cro.

Right. He's on stage right now.

He's my double.

Double, yeah?

Speaking of...

doubles.

Dawid, you're the best screenplay writer in the world.

I know.

Don't take it the wrong way, but...

it's not cool for you to be here.

Shush, quiet. Can you hear that?

No. What do you mean?

Voices. Can't you hear them? There!

Come here. Give me a hand.

The thing's too big. I can't get a good grip on it.

That's what your sister always says too.

Forget it. This is pointless.

Man, this thing is...

Piece of shit!

Keep cool.

See? Wasn't so hard.

Crazy.

- Crazy, man. - Give that to me. I want to have a go.

What? I can't understand you.

Oppmann, are you retarded?

Keep the button pressed down when you talk.

Oppmann!

A... hole.

And then we think to ourselves:

Everything used to be better. By that, we mean now.

This moment. Today. Maybe tonight.

- Hi. - Hi. What are you doing up there?

I'm writing a speech for the closing party.

So I need to write it in here.

If you get stage fright, you have to practice.

Get up and give it a go.

- Now? - Yes. I'm your audience.

Okay.

- Can everybody hear me? - Yeah.

- Everybody? - Yeah.

- Ready? - Yeah.

- You know what I think? - No.

I'm thinking...

Someday it might not be like this anymore.

It might be over sometime.

When we think everything used to be better,

we mean today. Now.

This very moment.

Look around. Look to the left or the right.

These are the most important people in your life.

We'll never forget them.

And the old pictures,

which we'll look at one day,

are being made today.

The stories we will tell one day

are being written today.

Memories are created today.

Or we'll just celebrate until we can't remember anything!

We'll see each other on the other side! Party time!

Jägermeisters on me, a toast to us.

- Cro's career is in the dumps. - Yes.

- Asparagus incident. Mask is gone. - Yeah.

He screws everything that moves. And then?

- And then? - What kind of story is that?

It's not a story. It's an '80s porn movie.

Porn? It's like "Gone with the Wind".

Your brain is gone with the wind.

- Stop grinning, bro. - What?

I'm worried about your career, your movie.

Contract killers, bro!

Pa-pa-razzi!

So...

Now I know...

No, let me start over.

I think it's best to be direct with you.

Not beat around the bush.

So I will. I'll just tell you what I think.

To be honest, I've been thinking a lot. I think.

And what... what I think

is that I... thought a lot about our night at the movie theater.

About what you said to me.

Which is strange, because I never really...

really... think... about anything.

You see?

What did you say?

I wanted to ask if we...

If you want to dance?

I only dance at home.

Yeah.

I read that you feel happier if you dance a minute a day on average.

And does it work?

At the moment, yes.

But only at home and on my own.

I wish I could let go more.

Also with other people.

Okay.

Come up here.

Come.

Now...

we'll let ourselves go.

We'll jump into the water.

No way. Too many legionella bacteria in there.

- Lego... what? - Legionella. Waterborne bacteria.

They flourish in water,

especially in warm water with a temperature of 70 to 120 °F.

- That water's 50 at most. - 50?

- Too cold. - There are no legionnaires in there.

Legionella!

You're crazy.

We're not crazy. But we'll do something crazy now.

That's what's so special.

Just do it. Before you can think about it.

What was that?

You said, "Before you can think about it."

- So? How is it? - Wet.

- And? What do we do now? - I thought...

We'd go with the flow.

Maybe we can just be silent.

Or we can go to my place.

I live just off the next river fork.

Okay.

Here.

They're clean.

Well... relatively.

May I?

It's from his movie theater. They have the best popcorn.

What was that boring black and white movie called?

- I don't know her. - Man...

Going for a triple today?

Okay, I do know them.

I also know how they got in.

I just don't know how to get them... out and...

Hey, I don't even know their names.

But I know yours.

Get up! You need to write the screenplay and hand it in tomorrow.

Contract killers, bro!

Pa-pa-razzi.

Crazy! I want to have a go.

Turn up the beat a little. I just want to make music.

That's it. We need a show.

- There's no other way. - The people want to see you.

You're invisible. Indestructible!

His tapes are the bomb!

We want to hear him live. Here he is!

What are you doing? Pull yourself together.

No, man. I can't do it.

- You're on! - They'll rip our heads off.

You can't be serious. This is our dream!

Look, if you don't do it, I will.

I can do it. I can.

I know all your lyrics, beats and dance steps.

I can be like you if I want.

I mean... This one time.

Next time you'll do it. No one will notice.

Promise.

I wrote some hot-ass lyrics. They're just right.

Okay. Listen up. It goes like this.

I was on stage and went "bang".

What a crazy feeling.

I was nervous, but I thought:

You're invisible. Indestructible.

- And then it was okay. - With your hot-ass lyrics?

Cool show. I'm Kodi from Chimperator.

Who is the guy with the mask?

Open the damn door!

Vanessa? How did you...

The door was open.

- What are you doing here? - No, what are you doing here?

I'm doing research for my documentary.

Carlo started making music here.

I saw the building in one of your drawings.

Carlo and you... you go way back.

I found a photograph of the two of you.

And you were here together.

The two main characters in your comic are you and him, right?

What happened? Which of the two are you?

What are you two hiding?

- Why are you clearing that away? - It's not finished.

Are you thirsty? I can offer you...

a sip of rusty tap water.

Or...

A slice of cold pizza Hawaii?

No? Okay.

Tell me...

- Do you live here? - No, I live...

Who would live... Nonsense. No one could...

Never. I...

Yeah... Right now. Not permanently. Temporarily.

Until the temporary phase is over.

- You're homeless. - I'm not a homeless...

I moved out of my parents' place and I...

- What was that? - That's Fritz.

- Who's Fritz? - Fritz is a rat.

There are several rats here. Uschi, Kai.

Kai is almost a marten. We're roommates.

Kai was supposed to clean up today.

But I don't know where he is.

Fritz, would you like a slice of pizza Hawaii?

- He doesn't like pineapple. - This won't do.

You can't live in this shithole.

You should come to my place and... sleep there.

Temporarily.

Until you find something else.

- Yes. - Are you sure?

No.

CAN WE TALK? I KNOW... IT'S FUNNY TO WRITE THAT...

You're wasting my time. What am I doing here? There's nothing here.

Total emptiness. Whiteness. Nothing.

I might as well go back to "Lindenstrasse".

- Crazy. Look at that. - What?

- Yeah, over there. - What? Wh... Where... What?

- There! - What is it?

Nothing.

Man, you're such a moron.

Wow. Brilliant. That's really moving.

Nice one.

Schwill Tiger. Are you kidding me?

He's putting my name in the screenplay.

How do you know I'll take the part?

I want you to.

You're in my fantasy. Your ass belongs to me.

I'm the creator.

Then create! It's due tomorrow, and you won't get it done!

You just have nonsense.

I'm stuck in this shitty white room.

Guess what happens if I take this role?

- The press will make mincemeat of me! - Good.

- What's good about that? - It's good.

Oh, I've woken up.

I'm not in that shitty white room anymore.

This is a really cool place, man.

Basti, what's up?

Look out of the window. Look!

- They're after you again! - I told you.

The publicity is back.

Do you have shit for brains?

This is bad publicity. Turn on the TV!

Cro invited eight women

to the most expensive suite

for a night of drug-fueled excess.

One of the women is with us now.

What can you tell us about the night?

It was a hardcore drug party with at least 20 women.

Cro is so perverted. He had me croak like a frog while we had sex.

- Dude! - Ribbit... ribbit...

- What? - Ribbit... ribbit... ribbit.

That's total bullshit!

Just last week Cro beat up

the popular singer Siggi.

That shitface.

I wanted to help. He was in a bad place.

He went crazy.

I gave him my hand and he broke it.

I'll be back on stage in a few days.

Idiot.

A spiral of sex, drugs and violence.

The Panda Rapper has fallen hard.

He can only get gigs at asparagus festivals now.

Hey! What are you doing? Why are you deleting everything?

Dawid! Dawid! Oh fuck.

Unt... uck... you... unt.

Repeat that. I don't understand.

Ni... sh... lick... ah... unt.

How idiotic do you have to be? I...

Oh, whatever. Fuck it.

Where is he now?

Come in.

Could you take off your shoes over there?

Was someone killed here?

No.

That was a joke.

I have one too.

- What's brown and in jail? - A Nazi?

A brown-headed jailbird.

Stop! I've marked the areas where you can't go.

The notes are self-explanatory.

Learn them by heart, and you won't do anything wrong.

Then you can move about freely. Any questions?

Yeah. How are you?

Good now.

And you?

Good too.

Do you have a note saying where I can work?

No.

You can work on the bed.

- Perhaps I can watch? - Sure.

And what do you see now?

The jailbird, for example.

So small, behind bars.

"Help me, I'm innocent, let me out.

What do you mean, death penalty?"

Now I'm thinking of something else.

What?

What?

Nothing... Nothing now.

12 HOURS UNTIL DEADLINE

Cro is alone in his garden, playing golf. Woohoo.

I'll give you an Oscar for the worst film of all time.

- Shut your face! - Idiot.

There's a girl behind the mask.

Idiot.

The worst film of all time!

- Going well with you, is it? - Going well!

Going well!

It's going!

Eagle one on Eagle two.

Mayday, mayday.

Yes... Isabelle...

No, Annabelle.

To celebrate the day I'd like to

invite you to my favorite Italian place, okay?

It's a great opportunity.

We can talk about your salary or...

Well, personal stuff.

Maybe there's something you've always wanted to tell me.

Annabelle?

Please don't misunderstand me though...

Annabelle...

You're the only nice thing about this job.

Ludwig, have you totally lost it now or what?

The intercom is broken.

Why do we even need

such a backwoods phone with a speech impediment?

Your shitty terrarium is just over there!

Nine steps away from here.

You dirty, lazy... piece of shit.

- Sorry, I meant that personally. - Oh, come on, really?

You're fired! You can get the hell out of here.

First time you've said something I don't want to punch you for.

Anyone else?

Annabelle. Annabelle! Hey.

Hey, Annabelle? Will you look at me?

First warning. Second warning.

I'll be taking that out of your salary.

And you get out of here. Have a nice day.

Put that down. We've had our fun.

Let's go back to our seats and do what we always do.

Hey, hey, Klaus!

You know I'll be calling your mother, right?

I'll call your mother.

Okay, now let's calm back down and return to our seats!

Go back to your seat!

Hey.

Dawid.

I have to be on stage in two hours. What's so important?

- Is it okay like this? - Yes.

Go ahead.

How do you know Ludwig? And what happened between you?

That's not so cool for the documentary I think.

Okay, then just tell me.

- Dawid, what's up? - Hey.

I just wanted to say that I'm out.

- Hang on. What? - I'm out.

It's a bit too much for me.

And if you see Vanessa,

tell her I'm sorry.

Dawid is sorry.

I'm just not a writer.

- Cut the bullshit. Where are you? - At the movie theater.

Dawid?

Do you know which theater he means?

Drive.

Okay.

Wait here.

I'm... going in alone.

Yeah?

- Yeah. - Okay.

See you in a bit.

- What is this? - The boss's office.

- It could use some cleaning up. - Did you hear that, Mom?

Mop the floor. It looks like shit in here.

- Your Mom is here? - Yeah.

Somewhere up there, yeah.

Then your Mom...

I... I didn't know.

Yeah.

- She wrote this for you. - Yeah.

But she didn't show it to me. I just inherited it.

Like all the other shit here.

- I just didn't inherit her talent. - Why do you think that?

A meatball could write a better screenplay.

But it too would have to hand in the screenplay today.

No. The ending is not right.

- Then you need to write one. - No.

You want to get to know me? I really screwed up.

I didn't look after her movie theater, even though it was important to her.

I just neglected it.

Now it's being replaced by a supermarket.

They'll have popcorn too...

Hey!

What's that?

I read that you can get people to stop their self-pity

by doing unexpected things.

But not like that!

- More like that? - No.

- You're standing at least. - Yes.

Yes.

- Good. - Sweet of you.

I'm handing in my project now.

Come with me and speak to Carlo.

Hey.

How's it going?

I'm taking you backstage.

- You want a drink? - No.

- A smoke? - Thanks, I'm good.

Maybe a few ladies?

Hey, seriously now.

You're annoying. You annoy me.

I was in your situation so often.

I felt like hell before every album release

because I thought it was all shit.

I didn't want to release it. My friends forced me to.

Then everything was fine. Now I'm forcing you.

More or less. Write the ending.

Write it!

Now. Here.

I'm going out. After the concert I want to read the ending.

- Yes or yes? - Yes.

- A yes. - Yes!

Alright then. Don't be like that.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Why aren't you writing already? Write!

- Yes. - And?

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes.

- Hello. - Hey, Vanessa. Hey.

- The material's on here. - Great. I'm excited.

- I'll see you later. - Okay.

- Have fun. - Thanks.

Vanessa's documentary's here. Now we need Dawid's.

- And Ludwig's? - It's here.

- You can sort it out straight away. - No, check it out. It's cool.

Hey, it's too risky, man.

If people see that, all hell will break loose.

I don't know.

- Are you sure? - Of course.

If I don't do it now, I never will.

You just need to be careful, 'cause...

your performance needs to be similar to mine.

Hey. I'll do it the way I want to, okay?

What if you mess up again? Maybe I should rap.

I mean... That would be best for you.

Vanessa. How are you?

- Good. - Everything okay?

Yeah. Fine.

You got changed. It's going to be cool.

And don't forget: Invisible. Indestructible.

Open the door. Open the damn door!

Hey, man!

Open the door, man!

At home I am Carlo But they all call me Cro

You're invisible. Indestructible.

Thank you!

Does anyone want to sing on stage?

We'd need a girl, of course.

Vanessa?

Okay, why not? Come up on stage.

You can do it, right?

Give it up for Vanessa!

Vanessa! Vanessa!

- Vanessa! - Vanessa!

She's a little shy. But today you're ready, right?

Make some noise for Vanessa!

You'll be fine. You'll be fine. Here.

- My name's Vanessa Richter. - What's going on?

And I've been making...

a documentary about Cro for four weeks now.

- At least I thought so. - Carlo.

- It's cool. Let her talk. - And while working...

I made an incredible discovery.

Carlo, whom we all know,

whom we've all seen live...

here tonight...

is not the real Cro!

- Let her finish. - The real Cro is here.

He deserves the success.

Ludwig Oppmann.

Ludwig. Ludwig, where are you?

Ludwig was too scared to go on stage

because he had stage fright.

Carlo took advantage of that.

He stole his mask, his music and his success.

Ludwig, get up on stage.

The applause should be for you.

- What are you doing? - Tell them the truth.

Tell them the truth.

I owe you an explanation.

Carlo was once my best friend.

And I drew a comic,

which is about the end of our friendship.

Vanessa didn't see the last part of the story...

and came to the wrong conclusion.

I did what I thought was right.

- It was better like that. - It's better if you go.

I deceived my best friend.

I was a huge idiot.

Sometimes you make huge mistakes

and your whole life changes.

And as much as you would like to,

you can't...

You can't go back and reverse them.

Carlo, I...

I didn't really make the comic for the film project.

It was my way of apologizing to you.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, I didn't think it would turn into such a huge thing.

Your sister said the same thing.

Holy shit. What's up, man?

I'll punch you in the face later, okay?

Crazy! You dared to speak in front of everyone.

And such a dramatic speech. Give me a hug.

- I'm so sorry. - No.

I'm proud of you. It was awesome.

Okay.

Put your hands up! Hit it, Psaiko!

- What are we doing here? - You'll see.

Come on.

I think you have something to clear up.

Hey.

I know you don't like surprises much.

But maybe you can make an exception for once.

La Bassin. Reservation for two people.

Please take a seat.

How does your film end?

Well...

- May I? - It's a free country.

Aren't you...

Yes.

Would you like some?

I made it myself.

- Tasty. - This is how you eat popcorn!

What do you think?

It's a nice ending.

To...

May I ask you... for this dance?

What idea did you go for?

I thought...

Why not put all three ideas

into the movie?

And then include their stories

and what they went through.

Do something crazy.

Do something crazy yourself.

OUR TIME IS NOW

- Carlo, come on. - Wait. I'm coming.

- Take the picture. - Yes, wait.

Click.

- Put an end to it. - Okay.

Untertitel: L. Corper, P. Rigney CINEMEDIA audiovision 2016