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FORGIVENESS MEANS

GIVING UP ALL HOPE FOR A BETTER PAST.

JESUS LOVES YOU

What color do you see when you remember?

What color?

Yellow, like wheat?

Violet? Orange?

Black.

With a bit of blue because of his eyes.

His eyes were the first thing I noticed.

He really only consisted of eyes:

blue,

and black because of his pupils.

And how was the next encounter?

When I saw him the second time, he looked even better.

He was wearing a black leather jacket with peace signs on it

and a "kiss-my-ass" tongue. It looked great on him.

The way he walked, the way he sang, the guitar riffs.

All the stage knickknacks.

And the way he served.

I once got to watch him serve a salad and was totally floored.

He was a waiter?

He had zero money while I had stinking-rich parents,

but he never seemed submissive or anything.

And what he did with the salad...

You liked it?

So very elegant, and at the same time so very masculine.

And what does that mean to you, "masculine"?

The most beautiful thing about a man is his beauty, his strength.

Him being rebellious, but not boastful.

He has to be self-confident, and modest.

He has to know what he wants, and he can't be afraid of anything.

That's an ideal. A man like that doesn't exist.

Exactly, but that's how he is.

That's nice, Jenny, but nevertheless, you said...

Here. You said...

you wanted to visit him shortly after your release from prison.

True.

- With an iron pipe? - Yes, with an iron pipe.

It's up in my room.

And... what did you want?

What did you want to do with the iron pipe?

Nothing.

Wolke says otherwise.

All I said was that she cries.

- Bull! - But you cry every night.

- Bull! - But I hear you.

- I pray, that's it. - That's good, Jenny.

But regarding the iron pipe, we have to...

I didn't do it!

I still don't know what he does or where he lives.

- Or if he's even alive. - And it'll stay that way?

Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

"Pass It On."

It only takes a spark

To get a fire going

And soon all those around

Can warm up in its glowing

That's how it is with God's love

Once you've experienced it

You spread His love to everyone

You want to pass it on

There you go.

Thanks.

- What's with the heating? - You'll be moving soon.

- What? - You'll be moving soon.

Something new, huh?

Yes, something new, Jenny. What did you think?

G.F. HÄNDEL CONSERVATORY

- Excited for Friday's concert? - Yes!

I practiced the fifths for so long. My grandparents are coming too.

- How nice. - Yes...

Ready?

- What is it? - I can't work here.

- You can't work here? - No. You know exactly...

We lost a huge contract, Jenny!

The airport is lost.

- But not forever. - Forever!

- Not due to me. - Due to whom then?

It's not my fault. A lion was running around in there.

Wolke, unlock it.

What did that policeman do? Besides save your life?

Save my life? Is this how you save someone's life?

Do you think you can choose to whom you should be a blessing, Jenny?

That's the contract God had with Abraham.

"You should be a blessing to people." Not vice versa.

Show her where she can start. I'll be with the director.

Chin up, you poor thing, then you'll see heaven.

Getting attacked like that while trying to help is... horrible.

Senseless and horrible.

- Doesn't that hurt like crazy? - No.

I once lost all of my teeth.

That was three years ago.

I went out and told people Dieter cheated on me.

Can you stop blabbing?

Half my face was hanging off.

He paid 14,000 for the implants. They're top-notch implants.

But that doesn't mean the whack in the face was justified.

I'm just saying "the light shines in the darkness."

John 1:5.

But Dieter, I don't see him anymore.

No, because you set fire to him.

That's why I wanted to kill myself, but then an angel appeared

and I didn't kill myself.

- You shouldn't do that either. - You should shut up!

But I just want to cheer you up.

- I don't need that. - You don't?

No.

You don't, you poor thing?

- No. - As sad as you are?

- Let go! - Me, sad?

- It's none of your damn business. - Ow, my ear!

Who's bawling now?

- Oh, my ear! - "Oh, my ear."

Who's bawling now? Now who's sad?

Oh, my ear.

Oh, my ear.

- Softer. - Don't you hear that?

C3 is out of tune, you dickheads.

All right, let's play it again.

Jenny?

Jenny von Loeben?

Oh, my goodness me!

Don't you recognize me? It's me, Harry.

- Hello, Mangold. - My gosh!

I've thought about you so often.

"Jenny," I thought, "will end up at the Berlin Philharmonic,

the Met,

or be number one in Milan and charm tutta bella Italia."

- I don't charm anyone. - Well, me either.

Yeah, no one expected that of you.

Still the same old Jenny.

Here, touch here.

Touch here.

Here.

And?

- It's warm. - That's fever, Jenny.

Feverish delight.

- Remember, London? - No.

London? The Waldstein sonata?

- What place did you come in? - No idea.

- You forgot? - I was just a kid, Mangold.

Second, behind Brixen, that suck-up.

- And I was third. - Fifth.

Yeah, well. Or fifth.

- So do you work here now too? - Yeah.

- In the piano department? - No.

- What do you teach? - I clean.

Okay.

- Weren't you on YouTube? - No TV. No internet.

Last week? Something with a lion?

- Dunno. - At the airport.

- A huge beast got loose. - Yes, I heard.

Didn't they shoot someone?

Wounded. A cleaning lady.

I try to be as respectful as possible to people,

but I have to say one thing.

Your technique's a joke.

And Schubert didn't write down his innermost feelings

so mediocre pianists can boost their self-confidence.

Great.

So you...

I mean...

C3 really is out of tune, isn't it?

Oh, yes.

That's it.

Jenny!

Jenny!

Jenny, you have to call me.

Absolutely. You have to meet someone.

Why did you just vanish back then?

15 YEARS

I forgive you, Jenny.

Thanks.

- Did you look at Wolke? - Yes.

Good.

For you.

What should I write in here?

Your encounters.

Encounters?

Yes, that bolster your capacity to forgive.

One encounter each day.

Like with my angel.

You're encountering Wolke now.

Look closely at her and write what you see.

Write it down.

I see top-notch implants. Those I see.

- The vest? - The vest?

I covered you up with this vest.

I covered you when you were freezing. Like Saint Martin.

She set fire to her husband, now she's Saint Martin

because she put a stinky sheepskin over me?

- That isn't fair, Jenny. - That's so unfair.

I'd so like to recite Psalm 34 Verse 15 to you now.

- But you're not worth it. - Jenny, let's speak outside.

I didn't even rat on you for drinking like a fish at work!

Jenny!

- This can't go on. - It was tea.

- It wasn't tea. - She doesn't know what it was.

Stop lying. Give it here.

Well? Give it here. Well?

- What was that? - Sorry, but her angel crap...

Wolke's past is her past. It's not your place to judge it.

- But your past, Jenny, I don't know... - What?

It just doesn't end.

- I'm trying. - No, you're not trying at all.

You can't stay here forever.

You have to meet friends. You have to...

do things to keep the darkness at bay.

And you have to... Go to that piano thingamajig teacher.

- Mangold? - Yes!

You have to learn to survive out there.

- In this? - Praise the Lord.

How nice that you came!

- Evening. - Evening. Come in.

- Finally! How nice! - This is Dorothea.

- Yes, hi. - This is the incredible Jenny.

She brought us a candle, with lots of... colors.

Oh, it's so nice to meet you. I've heard so much.

- I'll take your jacket. - Okay.

A nice purple. Really, a very nice purple.

- It's my favorite color. - Doro really loves purple.

Come in. Come in.

Jenny, what do you want to drink? Wine? Beer?

- No, no alcohol. - Very well, we've got apple juice.

Freshly pressed Boskoop apples from our garden.

- Very tasty. - Yeah, sure. I'd love some.

Dear, Jenny will have "juice from Mangold's apple tree."

- Yes, sure thing. - So, you have to tell me.

- What? - Well, what do you think?

No clue.

How does the most promising musician of the 21st century

end up working for a cleaning company?

After prison it was hard to find anything.

- You were in prison? Really? - Mm-hmm.

We were in prison once too.

We were in custody for four hours, not in prison.

Four hours? No, the entire night.

And that cell was freezing cold.

At the rally it had been pouring rain the whole day

and the cell had no heating.

- Worst cold of my life! - Yes, but we weren't charged.

Otherwise I couldn't teach.

Here, you smart aleck.

What was it you did?

My boyfriend stabbed his father to death and I was there.

- What? - What do you mean you were there?

Well, I was there.

Luckily we can forego the small talk.

- Sorry to be a bother. - No, it's fine. Such existential...

Ms. Markowski said I should be candid about it.

- Exactly. - So I'm doing that. I did 15 years.

15 years?

- Is Ms. Markowski your therapist? - Deaconess.

I could've recommended a therapist, but if you've got one...

- Were you thinking of Sabine, dear? - Yes, Sabine.

- She helped us a lot. - Yes.

- True. - Good that you kept it up in prison.

- The piano playing, I mean. - What is that?

A fireplace.

- Her father was an architect. - He designed the house in one night.

Boy, that's ugly.

Sure, he's been dead a while now.

So what actually happened back then...

Well... with your boyfriend?

Dear, don't we want to make a toast?

"Delightful and packed with energy, juice from Mangold's apple tree!"

Actually, Jenny, did you know...

Did you know my husband was in love with you?

- Doro! - Yes, but I was never in love with him.

It's for the best. Who knows how many people we'd have killed?

- That's Omar. - Who?

- Probably forgot his key. - Omar.

He's been living with us for three... three weeks now.

How nice that you're here.

Good Lord, that can't be true!

In any case, that was...

Honey!

In any case... I'll put some nice music on. Hold on.

Do you like the Hummus? You have to eat the Hummus with the bread.

- Attention! My favorite part is coming. - Yes.

But afterwards let's listen to something else.

And now you can mix it with the Tabouli.

The Tabouli is light. It's not dark. It means, it's fresh.

Dorothea always makes fresh Tabouli. Try, try! It's really good.

- I love you, Dorothea! - Thank you, Omar.

But what, tell me: What, what happened with your hand?

It was a class.

An art class in jail.

Jenny learned how to tattoo at an art academy.

- Art academy? - That's right. Art academy?

I really like modern art! It's beautiful.

Me too. And Schumann is not modern art!

- Oh, habibi! - No, no, no, she is right.

- Schumann is white angry man! - No, no, no, Omar.

What happened to your hand?

- ISIS. - What?

You know ISIS?

Omar was a pretty well-known pianist in Damascus.

Hold on!

And he composed quite a lot of wonderfully fantastic songs.

- The iPad. - Yes, you're right, dear.

Omar was in the Yarmouk district.

- Assad completely sealed it off. - Completely.

And every day Omar went out with his piano in the hail of bombs

and played for the kids.

Yes, and then ISIS arrived.

And they smashed his piano to bits with an ax, and then his arm.

- It's terrible. - Ah, don't worry. I'm glad now.

- Glad? - Yeah. Thank you for being in my band!

Excuse me?

Mangold told me, you are playing piano so great.

And I really need someone who knows to play piano so great.

- No, I'm not playing in a band. - Yeah, it's just me. A very good band.

Not in a "very good band," disabled band or Kameltreiberband. No band at all.

- What means Kameltreiber? - A Kameltreiber band...

That is a band with a lot of tradition.

A lot of tradition?

No! It's not traditional at all.

No! I hate traditional music, really. Like it's not...

It's more like, you know, modern art. Like your hand.

Omar's singing

and your fantastic piano playing, it...

Omar, please pass me that.

It... could really be something very special.

There's a television program...

Yes, and we were thinking of that. You get famous and can win money.

- A whole lot. - And they'll surely take you.

Boy, Mangold.

Do you have shit for brains?

Not yet.

Have you gone completely crazy?

No TV! No internet!

Let's go inside.

Let's go inside.

GOD LOVES YOU ETERNALLY

Just take a look at it first.

Do you have children?

We're ready.

- This is old. - We've been ready for a long time.

- I'm done performing. - But, Jenny, it'd be good for you.

It's a talent show.

- Unicorn. - Never heard of it.

Never heard of Unicorn?

"Talent knows no bounds, bounds, bounds..."

No TV. No internet. That's our rule.

They give the disabled a chance at a big break,

as artists, dancers, musicians.

Me, at a competition for the disabled?

I'm not even disabled.

But you were in prison a long time, and the psychological stress...

- You were still a minor then, right? - Oh, Mangold.

Good that you don't have kids.

Jenny, the broadcaster accepts... They accept mental disorders too.

What?

Mental disorders.

You want me to go on with stumpy as a wacko? Are you nuts?

At least look at his composition.

Who's wacko? Sitting around an ugly concrete pillar like deranged Apaches!

My God, just take a look at it.

The big altruist wanting to exploit me for some shitty TV show.

Exploit? What do I get out of it?

They chopped off his arm! He survived pain and misery.

He worked for criminals in Paris for five years. We want to help him!

- We want to help you too. - Yeah, sure.

Jenny, the jury has some real bigwigs on it.

- Like Gimmiemore. - Who's that?

Gimmiemore? You don't know him?

- She doesn't know him. Don't we have... - Omar, give him this.

Ah, thanks.

This is Gimmiemore.

So you found him.

No. He found me.

I'm sorry.

He's a goddamn pop star.

Yes, I see that.

I did what you wanted.

I didn't try to find out his job or address.

- I didn't give a shit. - Not in that tone.

I cleaned shithouses for a year. I learned psalms for a year.

And I took a damn bullet.

And just like that he's in front of me, like something to jerk off to.

Oh, God!

Dear, careful! There, in the front! Okay, dear...

Oh, God! Oh, God.

- Please! Wait! - Out of the way.

You have such a passion. The passion of a non-smiler.

- I have the passion of a smiler. - I said out of the way!

Look, Non-Smiler! Smiler! Together we could be a wonderful band.

Can you tell him to learn German before he gabs at me?

- That's enough. - She's a racist.

I'm not a racist. I'm a completely normal murderer.

- What does she say? - She can't join the band.

- But why not? - Psychological problems.

Oh, you should meet Sabine. She's my therapist.

She has, she gives me a lot of confidence.

Sabine, she says:

Begegnungen are great. Encounters always great.

Here.

Write all the German words you need in here, like...

Go screw yourself!

Thank you.

Go screw yourself!

When you have a dream,

there are no bounds.

The story of Diane Dowery from Ireland proves that.

She's been in a wheelchair since being in a bad accident,

but dances ballet.

And you'll see how beautiful that is on the next season of Unicorn.

Talent knows no bounds.

I look forward to being part of this magnificent show again.

Building bridges is the greatest joy.

Talent never has bounds.

Talent is boundless.

That's why we love Unicorn.

Talent knows no...

- Bounds! - No...

- Bounds! - No...

Bounds!

- It's a sign from God. - Well...

- It's a strange coincidence. - No.

It's not. It's a sign from God.

Well, don't talk nonsense.

I didn't want to clean the music school, but had to.

I didn't want to see anyone from before or visit Mangold, but had to.

Is that all supposed to be a coincidence?

No. It's a sign from God.

One of your conditions is that you have no contact with him.

You can't be on that show. That has to be clear to you.

He really is a pretty sexy guy.

Clear off!

No TV? No internet?

It's none of your business.

And you're drunk as a skunk.

You think you can get away with everything, huh?

You smash in the hood and nothing happens.

You smash it right where it says "God."

Right on the O in God!

And O is the most important letter in God, right?

I'm a little agitated, Wolke.

O is the most important letter I know.

O domine.

O my shepherd.

O Christmas tree.

Oh, my ear.

What are you doing?

Clean up. Quickly, come on.

Come on! Come on! Clean it up.

Right, here. This is just...

Hey, Mangold! Mangold!

I looked at it. It's not bad.

Don't feign interest. What do you want?

- I'd like to meet him. - Omar?

Yes.

- Camel jockey band? You nuts? - But it was your idea.

Sorry, but do you think your visit made us have any desire to see you again?

- I can clean your house for free. - Jenny!

I mean, until that... I'll call it a guitar, is fixed.

Please touch here.

- Touch your mouth? - Caress it.

- Do you feel that? - Maybe a little.

Herpes, triggered by disgust.

- You're not cleaning for us. You're a... - Hi!

Hi.

You're a magnificent pianist. Still.

Then you could help me.

- I wanted to help you. - You wanted to declare me insane.

- That's no help. - What's this about?

I'd consider doing that TV show, even as a super crackpot, with him.

Forget it.

Omar found someone else, a blind guy from Japan.

I'd apologize to him.

How generous! Apologize!

You can do that at Omar and Mr. Nabebe's first show.

We'll invite you. Merry Christmas.

Building bridges is the greatest joy.

Talent has no bounds.

Talent is boundless.

That's why I love Unicorn .

Talent knows no bounds.

Last night I dreamt about Mozart's Horn Quintet.

- No, totally! Even after I woke up... - Hey!

Can you move this?

Just go around it.

After I woke up it kept going,

as if it was on the radio...

Hey!

Omar?

Hi.

Go away.

- You remember me? - Yes. Go away.

You really remember me?

Yes, the non-smiler.

And the smiler.

My mother died.

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry, but I played your songs at home.

I would like to play the piano with you.

I play piano.

I swear, I respect blind piano players, but I can see better...

and I can play better... and my technique is so much better that...

Hold! Your! Horses!

You speak German?

- Mother, dead. - Vanessa!

I'm sorry. Your compositions are really wonderful.

- They are really... me, ich, you know. - It was so horrible.

- Speak of the devil. - Was it her?

Yes, her.

This is a Bergonzi.

Even if you don't know what that is,

you can't go throwing a Bergonzi 30 feet through the air.

- I know what a Bergonzi is. - Oh, yeah?

Yes. 18th century, warm tone, back made of flamed maple.

You know about violins and throw them around?

It won't happen again.

I told you to stay inside.

What is this?

Together?

No Omar, not together.

- No? - No.

- Why? - I have to think first.

- What? - Walk around, think it over.

Thinking means thinking alone.

I like thinking alone.

I like thinking alone with somebody else.

You're a clinger, Omar.

It's really horrible.

What about the band?

But you're rehearsing with the Jap.

- Asahi Nabebe? - He's so crazy fantastic.

Asahi Nabebe, crazy fantastic.

Jenny...

fantastically crazy.

Over there, I think.

TALENT KNOWS NO BOUNDS

To be clear, I'm your agent.

That's good for you and for me. Two flies with one swat, okay?

Two flies with one swat?

Jenny, what does it mean, "two flies with one swat"?

When you kill two flies with one swat...

Bam! It's efficient.

Whoa, German is brutal.

In Syria we say, "Lure two white doves with one kernel."

It's peaceful!

- And... - Hey, you two? A photo with Gimmiemore?

- Yeah! Gladly. - Come on.

It's peaceful, and it's efficient.

Look in the camera, towards me. And smile!

Whatever. Yallah.

Your turn, honey.

- Go to my colleague, please. - Jenny! Jenny!

Hello?

Hello? Excuse me.

Excuse me!

You can't do that.

Oh, the next one already.

- Who are you? - Jenny. Berlin. 35.

- It's kicking off now. - Jenny von Loeben?

Borderline personality disorder? Hah! Crazy!

You have the same disorder, Kört.

Congratulations.

And what line of work are you in, Jenny?

- Professional cleaner. - Professional cleaner.

- Nice. We haven't had that yet, right? - No.

What is your motto for the show?

Oskar.

- Oskar? - Oskar.

Mystery. "Oskar".

- Are you here alone? - No!

No. No.

Jenny and I... band.

Cool band.

- A professional cleaner and a... - War victim.

- Interesting! - Great. And can you introduce yourself?

Yes.

My name's Omar.

Damascus. 36.

My diagnosis: arm off.

- What's your motto? - I want a new world order.

Good idea.

What are you performing for us today?

From me, a song. Against war.

Your own? And in Arabic?

- Are you sure? - Yes, we're sure.

- Best of luck! - Please.

That... that...

That was... Yeah, what was that?

- That wasn't bad. - Wasn't bad?

I'm so moved. Goose bumps all over.

Come over to us.

The two of you. Don't be so shy.

That is a very particular sweater.

Yes, it is.

Jenny was wearing the pullover when we first met.

Oh, sweethearts. That's obvious.

And the borderline girl... Goose bumps all over!

Her joy seems limited.

Yes, but that's a good quality, as emotionally disturbed as we are.

Of course, Kört. It was really amazing.

From me you get a big fat unicorny!

Thank you.

From me too,

a very nice and neat unicorny.

And you, Gimmie, old boy?

Interesting, but no unicorny.

Your time's up, Gimmie. You're the last of the past.

I agree.

In any case, you've got two of three unicornys, and you... advance!

Yes, thank you.

- But... But, Mandy? - Yes, there is one but.

Do you have an idea for a cool challenge for them?

Well, the way you've presented yourselves, I think...

you should sing together next time.

Together. Right, Gimmie?

Very good.

- And in German. - Good.

Together and in German. That's your challenge.

- Great. German and together. - Right on.

Welcome to the live shows!

- Mangold! - I'm coming! I'm coming.

Guys, that was fantastic!

Here, come on. Touch here.

Whose nose was right? Whose nose was right?

Golden nose, right?

Germany's Next Superstars!

- Oh, really? - I'm certain of it.

- Their agent? - Harry Mangold.

Lemmerick, the editor.

People will adore the two of them.

What an awesome package.

- Yeah, crazy. - Marvelous!

Jenny!

Hey! Jenny!

- What is this crap? - I'm looking for Jenny von Loeben!

Go on, get lost!

Who are you?

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Hey, get up! Move!

Quick! There's a surprise outside!

Go on, get lost! Go on!

Go!

Thank you!

What do you want?

Crazy, huh?

Who'd have thought we'd see each other again in a church?

Or in a damn TV studio.

Okay, wow.

Yes, that was a very particular moment.

I got very bad news yesterday.

Two hours later you come in.

What was the news?

Let's put it this way,

I never figured you'd show up and...

there'd be worse news that day.

- What do you want? - Why are you on my show?

To kill you. Why else?

A Taliban singer. Are you serious?

Omar's good.

- You like each other, huh? - Not your business.

- You've sure gotten old. - You've sure gotten gay.

15 years.

15 years, they drag on.

I was in a crazy little shop.

Hunting stuff and fishing crap, and I saw this and I had to...

I had to buy it.

Back then you bought one just like it.

Yes, I bought it.

Yes, and you were right to.

After all he did to you. I thought it was right and so did you.

But I didn't do much more than buy it and think it was right.

- That's true. - You did everything else.

Yes, and I think about that every day.

Imagine how 15 years drag on when you do that.

"For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord," you prick?

- Yes, I'm indebted to you. - No, you're indebted to Oskar.

- Yes. - Little Oskar was your fault.

Yes, little Oskar was my fault.

I was happy and you just...

You did it all.

You're...

You're to blame.

You're filth.

I just did what the lawyers told me.

You just needed to do the same.

Only assholes do what lawyers say. Everyone else tells the truth.

- And go to jail. - Our baby died.

Yes, Jenny.

A C-section, and everything would've been fine.

But there was no C-section in jail! They let me tear!

Get lost!

- Jenny, I want... - I said fuck off!

- Jenny... - Get lost!

- What do you hope for from Unicorn? - Opportunities.

What opportunities? You can't sing.

The opportunities of a live show.

They might be smaller than you think.

We'll see.

I want you to leave my show and tell me what you want.

- What I want? - What do you want?

You betrayed me. You sold me out. You killed my child.

- What do you think I want? - Jenny.

Then realize your wishes.

To come to today's bad news...

I have cancer.

Leukemia.

Game over.

But I'll do all I can to protect my family.

So he has a family?

Yes, a baby.

I'm sure it means a lot to you, that sweet little baby.

Jenny.

I can help you, Jenny.

If you try it with anger...

Think about who was acquitted and who wasn't.

I've always figured as much, Ms. Markowski.

I've always figured as much.

Take that off, pack your things and get lost.

You want marry me?

- You want marry me? - Stop it.

But I want marry you.

Look, handbook. Look, I write.

- "Marry Jenny." - Don't drive into the ditch.

And want lots of babies, like Johann Sebastian Bach.

You know? Johann Sebastian Bach? 20 babies!

A full orchestra.

- Are you nuts? - Then ten.

Not ten, not five, not three. No babies, Omar. Okay?

You got that?

Because of Oskar?

- Let me out! Stop, man! - No!

No! No! I hear everything. I hear it in church.

"Singing Taliban." Understand it all.

You not make music because of me, because of my music.

- You make it because of Gimmiemore. - Stop! Not true!

But I want marry you!

We don't make music, Omar. We make rat-a-tat-tat. Crap, rot!

- Not true! - Two damn cripples making rot! That's it.

No, not it. You make war, not peace!

You make music like... chopping wood. Bam! Bam! Bam!

You chop Gimmiemore! But, Jenny, that's not good!

You have to pay when you've done wrong, everyone does.

No, Jenny, please!

Please, Jenny, stop it!

Jenny, stop! Stop, Jenny.

No, no, no!

You have to stop it. Stop with Gimmiemore, leave him!

Leave fucking Gimmiemore!

My child was killed.

My wife was killed.

A missile from Assad.

My wife dead.

And two days my wife dead, I play piano again!

I play piano in fucked up street again!

I play piano!

Play because survive, Jenny.

Play on Unicorn because survive too!

Survive!

But you play because you don't survive. You...

You want stop surviving. Why, Jenny?

I don't want to hear this bullshit!

Go away!

I not leave for war!

I not fall into sea and have no family for this, for "boom!"

I said go away.

You not love my music.

- Yes, I do. - Is lie!

No. But it's so much easier to love your music than it is to love you.

You always say such things.

- I'm no Segen. - What does it mean, "Segen?"

- I'm not a Segen for anyone. - I don't understand.

You shall be a Segen, a blessing. That's my baptismal motto.

And Segen means... to be good?

That's right.

Jesus Christ didn't forgive one person more and the other less.

For him, there was no difference.

He...

He let himself be nailed to the cross,

and was even able to forgive his tormentors.

So... there is probably nothing a person cannot forgive.

- Praise the Lord. - Yes, praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

But can a person forgive themselves?

Can we...

Can we forgive ourselves?

The Savior was born today. Open your gifts.

I don't want war.

I'm winning that bullshit with you.

- No war? - We're going to win.

- Unicorn? - That's right.

- "Bounds, bounds, bounds?" - Yes.

That's great.

That's like...

two flies...

blowing them up with a big boom! Boom!

You and I.

Let's drink to that.

- Harry, you can't be serious. - Here could work.

- It's nonsense. - Nonsense, why?

We have enough space, Doro. It'll work out fine.

Harry, she's drunk off her ass.

Omar is with her. You'll be with her, right?

Yes.

She didn't get thrown out of a nuthouse for no reason.

It's a church, not a nuthouse.

And the church fired her?

- What did she do? - Nothing.

- Yeah. - Yeah. I don't want her living here.

- Habibi, it's just for a few weeks. - I don't want that!

- Why won't you respect my wishes? - Where is she supposed to go?

- The street, where she belongs. - Dear, please.

- Or a homeless shelter. - I can't send Jenny to a homeless...

To a homeless shelter. What kind of an agent would that make me?

You're not an agent, and you'll never be an agent.

You're a pianist, and you should...

Then please name a pianist who'd send her out onto the street in that state?

Not even a monster like Chopin would do that!

This competition was a crackpot idea, really.

- A real crackpot idea. - It's about to start.

We'll get through these few days, right, dear?

For our next contestant, the opportunity to pursue his dream job as a singer

is everything he ever hoped for.

Thanks!

In his homeland Syria, fate overtook him.

ISIS fanatics occupied his district.

To prevent him from playing piano, they tortured him.

Despite the ban, Omar Annan kept giving concerts in a hail of bombs

and posting them on YouTube, so they maimed him.

He very nearly bled to death.

His wife died in a missile attack.

He fled across mountains and sea.

As it is so nicely put in the poem by Khalil Mutran...

"Chance is the mother's milk of every good plan."

Kind people in Germany looked after him and paved his way to Unicorn.

Stay here, in Germany, of course.

His life is touching,

his music consoling,

his singing emboldening.

Omar's story can change our point of view.

It is a deeply impressive testament to self-assurance.

And that's why I love Unicorn.

Talent knows no bounds.

Just so you see what's in store. Do you have a song already?

Oh, yes. Do we have a song already?

- What kind of song? - Hello?

The challenge.

The song you'll sing. "German and together."

- Yes. Oh, yes. German and together. - Yes.

We could sing "Pass It On."

It's a church hymn.

Well... I'd suggest something different.

Yes, one moment.

- And what would you suggest? - Groove.

Okay? Let's go!

"Your life is touching,

your music consoling."

Your singing does something too.

Yes.

- "Emboldens." - That's right.

Good job learning German, you "impressive testament to self-assurance."

Yes, a teensy-weensy bit

"Camel jockey band."

"Lemon."

"Sleep." "Slowly, slowly."

"Slowly, slowly."

"Job center."

"Rain." "Sun."

Yes, come on.

Let's dance! Come on. "German" and "together."

German and together! Come on, Jenny! Come dance.

Come on, Jenny. Come on. I can dance German. Look.

Police!

Come on. Arabic.

Or Michael Jackson.

Come on, Jenny, dance. You have to!

Come on.

Yes!

My little bunny.

Oh, come here.

Oh, come here.

Everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

As long you living

Don't go away without a trace

You lovely feeling

You lovely face

It's nice, no?

- The music's nice. - And the lyrics?

You lovely feeling You lovely face

- Do you sing stuff like that in Syria? - Yes, Syria good at love songs. Look.

I always try

It went fine

- Omar. - I love the world...

It's Schmalz.

Schmalz? What is that?

Kind of like... cream.

Yes! But we have to sing together, and German.

Cream is the best thing!

- I can't sing. - You can sing. Come on, Jenny!

You'll sing some nice cream, for God.

This is my music for you.

As long as you living

Don't go away without a trace

You lovely feeling

- You lovely... - It's horrible.

Okay.

You know what?

You could translate it. Make it schön.

I can't write lyrics.

Oh, Jenny!

You can't sing. You can't write.

Can you breathe? Come on!

Jenny.

"As long as you living don't go away," is that nice?

No, it isn't nice. It's rot.

As long as you live you don't go away.

You don't go away till you die.

I don't understand.

Jenny, your German is too quick. Please, explain.

You could say:

"While you're living, go all out."

Give yourself over to the moment or something. That works.

"While you're living, go all out."

That's right.

What does it mean?

Let it all out in the few seconds you're here.

Let it all out?

Yes. Everything, just like you do it.

No fear.

No fear! Yes! I like it! Yes, okay, come on!

You sing, I play! Okay? Five, six, even, eight...

Come on, Jenny.

Please!

While you're living

Go all out

Give yourself over to a feeling

To a face

- You could do it like that. - Yes! I like it!

You are like Shakespeare! And you can sing! You are a genius.

- Very funny. - No!

Jenny! No really!

My uncle will love it!

Your uncle?

My uncle, from London.

He's coming. My uncle and his kids, to watch.

You tell me this now?

I can't say no.

Mother dead. Father dead.

Wife dead. Only my uncle not dead.

Are they... nice?

Very nice.

But much tradition.

Maybe not nice if they know about you and me.

Maybe you just shouldn't tell them.

Oh, no. A lady always has to be honest.

Yes, Omar, but what do you have to do with a lady?

That's my goal in life, to be a lady.

To be a lady? You? Why?

Because a lady is a person

who always behaves well.

Especially to women.

You are the most unusual person I've ever met.

And you're the most usual person that I have ever met.

No one has ever said anything that nice to me.

Hello.

Hi.

Are you it?

- Sorry? - The "genius"?

Nadira!

I told you not to come here alone.

Sorry, I just saw you and you are so... beautiful.

Go away, Nadira. That's not right.

Jenny, this is Onkel Murat. This is Kusine Nadira.

Hadha Jenny von Loeben.

Hi!

Hello, my name is Mangold.

- Come in! - Thank you.

Sit down!

A groom should not be in this room. Come!

Sorry, Jenny. Family.

What did that guy say?

A bridegroom isn't allowed in here, or something like that.

Omar is a bridegroom?

I don't really get it either.

Here we go, Jenny.

Have you gone through everything again?

You're driving me nuts.

And here they are,

the unicorns from Arabian Nights.

Orient and occident.

Alpha and omega.

Jenny and Omar!

With the ballad they wrote, "Give Yourself,"

they hope to enchant us.

"German and together," that is their challenge.

This is their chance. This is their moment.

We are all...

We are all very anxious

because talent knows no...

Bounds!

- No... - Bounds!

- No... - Bounds!

Have fun, you two.

Good luck, my dears. You both look fantastic!

You look fantastic!

Yes!

Go and get it!

The stage is yours.

While you're living

Go all out

Give yourself over to a feeling

To a face

I always tried

And it went fine

I love the world, I made it mine

But if to myself I'm true

I won't and cannot be with you

There, where our thoughts can run,

We're together, don't need anyone

We shine bright, shine blue

It all comes true

And tomorrow the world's another

We're what remains We'll know

Miss each other so

Till the end of time

Do you feel a heart

That sparks with fire?

Go all out Give yourself over to a point in time

I always tried

A lovely ride

I love to see faces shine

But if to myself I'm true

I won't and cannot be with you

There, where our thoughts can run

We're together, don't need anyone

We shine bright, shine blue It all comes true

And tomorrow the world's another

We're what remains We'll know

Miss each other so

Till the end of time

We'll know

Miss each other so

There, where our thoughts can run

Till the end of time

Marvelous.

Jenny, Omar, thank you for that moment.

Touch here.

I think... it's going to rain unicornys.

I'm sure of that. Come over here, my dears.

Right, dear jury,

what do you say to that brilliant performance?

So beautiful.

Goose bumps all over.

One absolutely massive unicorny from me!

Well, Omar already blew us away at the audition,

but that was even better.

- You were crying. - I wasn't crying at all!

But what the two of you pulled off there, that was so...

Yes, it's true. I cried.

And that's why I'm also giving you a unicorny!

- Gimmie? - What do you say?

Hey, hey, Jenny. Hey.

The way you're standing there

I almost get the feeling that you...

Do you want to tell us something?

Fuck you.

- Pardon me? - What did she say?

- She said "fuck you." - Fuck you. Now that's authentic.

- Is something bothering you? - No, no.

Jenny is very happy.

- She doesn't look happy at all. - Oh, yes. We're both very happy.

- They don't look at all happy. - Oh, well.

Oh, well. You've got two unicornys!

Two?

Gimmie?

Three unicornys!

And that, dearest Jenny and Omar,

puts you in the next round.

And that is the...

Round of Fortune!

Welcome to the Round of Fortune.

- Mangold was so happy. - Mangold!

And you made an effort.

A real effort.

You can sing.

So you're a bridegroom?

I'm not.

I don't want you to get married.

Me either.

I'll be sure to disappoint you.

That a good thing?

- Do you know what I like about your arm? - The muscles!

- You don't have any. - What?

- I don't have any muscles? - No, none.

Just look at my other arm.

Here. Was so much muscle.

This part here. The skin is nice and krumpelig.

What does that mean, krumpelig?

Now. I write it down.

Krumpelig. What does it mean?

I can't have a child, Omar.

All right.

I can't have a child.

I love you.

- No family. - Did you hear me?

I love you.

I love you too.

I love you too.

When we are young, we search.

We search for ourselves, but find nothing.

Until that day when we meet our heart.

And that can be a very dark day.

Beat it, you pissant!

For instance, one day, I gave her my vest.

This one, I covered her up with it because she was so cold.

And then she tore my ear off. That was really heavy.

Actually, everyone here hated her very much.

- And we're not allowed to hate... - No TV. No internet.

How does one become an offender who, as they say in criminology,

appears to be incapable of functional empathy?

Jenny's history does indeed take us

into the deepest abysses of human nature.

Yet Jenny was considered a child prodigy.

She won prizes and international awards.

But how could this sheltered creature

become a person who wreaked nothing but death?

How did she evolve into a sociopath who only a few months ago

beat up the police officer whose courageous act saved her life?

I only tried to save her.

On August 14, 2005

a body was recovered from Enning Lake near Munich.

The man had been killed by multiple stab wounds.

It was the father of Jenny's then boyfriend,

who was also a suspect but was ultimately acquitted.

Jenny's life is nothing but a chain of failures,

mistakes, and crimes.

Still, people fall in love with Jenny

because they believe her sick organism has an inner radiance,

a radiance that can make many of us glow.

What... What is that?

Just a normal intro sequence.

What is it?

Just a normal intro sequence.

- Normal? - Of course.

- That's not normal. - But viewers want to know about her.

- That is... particular. - No way that's going on air.

- Be an agent! - Omar!

It's just what we discussed.

- We didn't discuss all the images... - Be an agent!

Calm down! Calm down!

- Omar. - But...

Normal? That's not normal, it's crazy.

This story is the story of an encounter between Germany and Syria.

- That's what we discussed. - But they aren't mutually exclusive.

Jenny!

Jenny, look at me.

It's a terrible show.

It's about balance, about rhythm.

We are out. We don't have to do this.

- That's absurd! - Let's go!

That's how the music industry works.

Touch it. Feel how I feel about that.

- That's a big shame. - I'm out!

The music industry is complex. You need a headline.

What kind of a headline?

"Beautiful Boy and the Beast."

- You're not beautiful! - Omar!

- Beautiful like a frog! - Omar!

Fuck you, bitch!

- Go fuck yourself! - That's enough!

And Fleischer?

Fleischer?

He was there back then too.

The punk rocker?

Yes, the punk rocker was acquitted.

Juvenile law applied.

- His identity is protected. - Still?

For all eternity.

That's why there's no picture of him.

That's why we couldn't do any research.

And that's why...

Fleischer was his name?

Yeah?

Sit down. I've already poured you a coffee.

Boy?

Yes, Lori.

- Lori is turning one. - One, cool.

One was the best age of my life, two the second best,

three the third best, and so on.

Yes?

Yes.

What do you want?

Are you alone?

Lara is at a convention.

Why do you ask?

- Nice name, Lara. - Why do you ask?

I'd like to continue where we left off.

Where was it we left off?

Your proposal.

Your proposal that I stab you to death, slice you open and gut you.

Let's get that out of there.

I thought that was a good proposal.

You too?

Lori needs his bottle.

Sure.

- Are those vineyards back there? - Grape vines, yes.

- It all belongs to you? - Yes, we have our own wine too.

But I don't offer it to alkies.

What fat chickens.

Yes. Lara says country life does me good.

- She's just the right woman for you. - Yes, she's wonderful.

It's nearly ready.

I saw the photos yesterday.

The photos of your father, the old ones.

Dreadful.

In my intro segment.

I'm sorry.

They want to air it. I don't think I'll let them.

I understand that.

I'll always be the one who did it, and the one who did isn't even on record.

They got rid of your name.

Did you arrange that?

- No. - Strange, huh?

To still know what's up with each other when our eyes get small like a rat's.

I didn't arrange anything. I've set up foundations, built bridges.

I'm doing some good things as best I can, and I have to take care of Lori.

- He needs some fresh air. - Fresh air!

Of course, Lori needs some fresh air. What else?

Do you really think little Lori can save your ass?

No one can save my ass.

You seem to be forgetting there is nothing more to save.

So beat it.

The house of pop star Gimmiemore

is in the remote village Jebenheim near Augsburg.

Just what transpired there early this morning

still appears to be shrouded in mystery.

Cora, can you give us any news...

You sure know how to keep quiet.

I've always been good at that.

Yes, otherwise they wouldn't have acquitted you.

You sound enraged when you say that.

Without rage I wouldn't be here.

Without rage I couldn't have brought this along,

and I couldn't ram it through your bones into your internal organs.

- You should think that over. - I have.

I'm not good at doing that, but this time I'm so sure.

Yes, you seem at peace with yourself.

Do you even have the strength to defend yourself?

I think it'll be a cakewalk.

Yes.

My leukocyte count has totally bottomed out.

Another six months.

Seven at best.

- Lori's uneasy. - Yes.

He probably senses your fear.

Do you want to take him?

Later.

You're gifted, Jenny.

You preserved your talent in prison. Don't ruin it.

- I'd like not to. - But?

Everything is already ruined. Now it's just about cleaning house.

But you love that Omar guy.

No. I've only ever loved you.

Life.

Beauty.

Love.

Those were Gimmiemore's big themes.

He thrilled people with his music.

Gimmiemore kept his background secret.

He cared only about a person's essence, not their shell.

That made him the ideal host for the talent show Unicorn,

a show he put all his energy into.

And that's why we love Unicorn.

Talent knows no...

Right now the hearts and thoughts of thousands of fans are with him.

Ladies and gentlemen, we leave you with this disturbing news.

Jenny!

What happened?

I need you.

I'm here.

I am here.

You aren't here.

I drove around.

What have you d...

What have you done?

I'm not going back to prison.

Omar?

Omar?

Wasn't that Jenny just now?

I know.

- She killed him. - No, nobody killed him.

He's going to make it! He'll make it. Isn't that great?

- Nobody killed him? - No, he killed himself.

- Himself? - Yes, he tried to kill himself.

- With a knife. - Are you sure?

- That's what the policemen told me. - But why?

Cancer. It does strange things to a person.

- Come on. - It is no longer life-threatening.

Gimmiemore has had a spokesperson communicate

that, due to advanced stage cancer,

he inflicted the stab wound upon himself.

That rules out foul play.

Jenny!

Jenny!

Jenny!

Lift. Heads up!

Jenny! How nice to see you.

Ah, I'm so... Oh, touch here.

- Mangold! - Just touch here.

Oh, well. Give me that.

- Get in. - Where is Omar?

Get in first.

What is this?

I should get rid of this. Omar has a new one.

- Oh, yeah? - You bet! A myoelectric one.

Snow-white, very refined. He can even play piano with it.

- And you're taking his old one for a spin? - Well, I am his agent.

Where is he?

- Shall we go to my house first? - No. Where's Omar?

He couldn't come.

You're taking me to him?

You know he's rehearsing with the Japanese guy.

So you're not taking me to him?

Omar made the final, with Mr. Nabebe.

You know that.

Yes.

Yes, damn it.

Hello.

I thought maybe you were sleeping.

I couldn't be more awake.

We're both in the same hospital, I thought it'd be dumb not to say bye.

Hello! Hello!

- Yes, one moment. - Jenny.

Jenny.

I came from the cancer ward.

It took me ages to get here.

- I have to do my exercises. - One coffee?

Know why they used to execute people on the hill with the best view?

No.

To intensify the punishment.

So that as they swung from the gallows they thought,

"Fuck, what did I miss?"

Do you want an apology?

Nonsense.

- Or a thank-you? - No.

For what?

Exactly.

I'm not going to say sorry either, and I'm not going to say thank-you.

- No spleen is fine, but bowels... - Let's keep it short, please.

Do you remember?

What is all this?

The first photo of us. In that damn stuffy middle-class bar.

The whole world belonged to us then.

Let's not get sentimental at the last minute.

Sorry, Mr. Gimmiemore.

Would you write something on this for me? For Uschi, please.

Sure.

- Uschi. - Yes.

I like your songs so much.

I can't wait for the next album.

Here you go. Yeah.

Oh, that's nice.

Thank you.

You see?

Lots of fans will come to the funeral.

Jenny, I never wanted to cause you suffering.

It was all...

- It was all an accident. - An accident?

What do you mean an accident? A mistake?

Like an airplane that crashes.

An airplane crashing because it was hit by a missile isn't an accident.

Fair enough.

Listen, I don't deal with cancer patients too well.

I'm sorry.

Will you come to the funeral?

Should I?

I'd be pleased if you did.

I don't know if I can stand seeing your son cry.

Let's not get sentimental at the last minute.

I'll think about it.

Okay.

- Then I'll throw it away. - Jenny.

Jenny.

What are you doing?

What do you think you're doing?

Take care, Mangold.

Jenny.

Jenny!

He wanted to come and tell you, but I felt it was wrong.

What did he want to tell me?

He's getting married.

- You're really all right, Mangold. - Thanks.

Not at all like I always thought. Not just a boring buttered roll.

Thank you, Jenny. Omar's family doesn't want you to...

Maybe you shouldn't see each other for a while.

Yeah, sure.

I...

I'm supposed to give you this.

Right. Then...

See you around then.

Yeah.

- Bye. - Bye.

Dear Jenny, please forgive me.

When you leave someone behind on road

as you drive they get ever smaller on the horizon

until they are nothing but little grain.

At the same time they grow inside, in the heart.

And they grow until heart explodes: Boom!

That's how it is with you, Jenny.

I love everything about you, very much.

But the wish of my father is cousin Nadira.

And the wish of my uncle is cousin Nadira.

And the wish of mine

is not at all cousin Nadira.

But cousin Nadira is cousin.

Life is so complicated.

And I have to go.

Leb wohl (farewell) is a word

I got from you.

Like so many words.

Krumpelig. (crumpled)

Kameltreiberband. (camel jockey band)

Fick dich ins Knie. (Go screw yourself)

Please forgive me, my dear Jenny.

Omar.

Okay.

Now for the next artist.

Dear audience, Jeanine.

Jeanine? The last time someone called me that they got a fat lip.

Whatever.

The song I'm going to play doesn't have a title yet.

P.S. Here's a little melody.

It is from me to you.

For when you look ahead.

You only need to do the words.

You're so good at that.

When your house falls apart What do you do?

Where do you crawl to?

What starts anew?

Maybe you'll break down You'll wonder why

But the crap stays inside Where it can hide

And you whine and yell Until you're blue

A thornbush burns And calls to you

That's how the world's made

What's good will always fade

And every light turns into night

The silence around you

Is but the silence 'fore the fight

That's how the world is made There is no happy end

There's only this moment

It shines a light on you

For a second till it's spent

Hi.

Hi.

I figured you'd be here too.

It's a shame you didn't win.

Yes, but they say a wheelchair user always wins.

Mr. Nabebe shouldn't have hit the wrong notes so often.

He's blind, Jenny.

Yes, I don't think a blind person has ever won.

Here.

I don't know if you still need this.

Nice hand.

You'll always be an asshole, Jenny.

Yes. And praise the Lord.

When your house falls apart You have to move

Your mind can bloom

It needs no roof

You go out into the world And then you check

You were the millstone

Around your neck

You were estranged from yourself You weren't you

A thornbush burns

And calls to you

That's how the world is made

What's good will always fade

And every light turns to night

The silence around you

Is just the silence 'fore the fight

That's how the world is made

There is no happy end

There's only this moment

It shines a light on you

For a second till it's spent

When your house falls apart What do you do?

Where do you crawl to?

What starts anew?

FOR ALRUN SEIFERT 1980 - 2021

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