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Whose is that?

It's yours and whose is that?

Yours!
- Mine?

That's granny's.
- Yes.

Can I take some pegs?
- Of course. Wait.

These ones I leave here.

Whose could these be?
- Mine.

Where shall we hang them?
- Can I do it?

Yes, you can.

Okay.
- I hang it here and you there.

I've dropped it.
- Let me help you.

It's alright.
- Sure?

Strange that they always gobble up
one sock.

Yes, it's strange. It's daft.

That's right. I'll need this one.

OK.

Who decides that you waste
your talent

in the jungle?

Most trees came down in the
last storm in Thuringia.

GDR failed economy. Too much
tab water was wasted for industry.

The forests are destroyed.
Just firewood.

I read it's nice for holidays
if you're into biathlon.

That'd be good for you. - Since when
am I into cross-country skiing?

You can still learn it at your age.
- I'd have to practise shooting.

But not amongst the fat cats from
the West who grabbed the villas.

They don't do biathlon
and wouldn't be in your way.

Emperor Barbarossa and all his soldiers

have been sleeping for 1,000 years
in the mountain

waiting for Germany finally
to become

an empire again.

Then he'll emerge.

No ideological indoctrination.
- Too bad.

The soft souls of children are perfect

for the poisonous drip-drip.
- Mum...

of national ideology.
- I won't wake up

the old emperor. Don't worry.

How long will you be in the forest?

They didn't specify.
As long as it takes.

You'll stay with us, pumpkin.

No!

Yes!

Let's see.

You don't eat.

Why the plate?

I don't quite see why they need
a psychologist on site?

Who is the villain?

Villain, well...
You could say that

long ago he took
the prettiest girl in town

and when he let her go she was

as white as snow.

It was towards the end of the GDR.
Yesterday

he discharged himself unexpectedly
from the psychiatric unit.

He stayed in the area. They know
that much but not much else.

Do you stay with Vera?

No, I booked a room
at a sports hotel.

You could do something
for your spinal disc.

Hadn't you stopped meeting?

No! - Vera and you?
- She wrote to her.

No, I phoned her recently.

Could you sum it up simply

"She did well in the end"?

A rich husband

who loves her. The whole future

ahead of her
after all the bad luck she's had.

Bad luck, well...

Do you read my letters?

Not another one, please.
- We'll go to bed.

The doctor said 5 a day.

I had two and a half today.

A highly interesting interpretation
of the doctor's words.

He's so young.

He thinks I took part in the
reconstruction after the war.

I'm therefore excused.
- We go into my room.

Was this your room?

This is Humbert, the villain.

Humbert.

Is this my bed now?
- Your bed.

This summer you'll still
sleep downstairs.

and next year...
- Look! What does she do?

She eats porridge.

Look, there's a bridge.
- How many bridges

before you get to the motorway?

I think there are 5 bridges.
What do you think?

Six.
- OK, if there are 6 or more you win

and I bring you a gift.
If there are five I win

and 4 is a draw.

I filled up the car.
- Thanks!

You need new tyres before
the wet season.

and there are leaves on the road.
- Thanks.

You shouldn't really drive.

Can't they pay for a rental car

if not an official one?

I'm not a minister.
They'd pay for a rental car

but they don't have
cassette players.

Hello.
- I don't want you

to put my music on CDs. I just want
to have my old car and my music.

And don't give me an MP3 player.

I'm old fashioned.

I used to be as old and
as clever as you.

Now I'm getting younger

and more stupid.
- No,

less dignified.
- That was the missing word.

Don't let her watch much TV
during the day. - OK.

Half an hour of DVDs in the evening.
They're in the kitchen.

She brushes her teeth herself.

And lots of fresh air.

Five bridges.

Six bridges.

How many bridges? - Six.
- Let me count.

OK.
- Be careful.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Sweetie, it's more than six.

You won.

Twelve.

Hello?

Yes, I'll bring a present. Promise.

Thanks Kati!

Our Olympic medallist

Live festival

Fairground

Hello?

Did you know that there is a law
in the West against the pulling

of trolley bags on cobblestones?
- No. - Yes.

I'm so very sorry but I promise to
sort out your room by tomorrow.

I can't tell what went wrong
but possibly your office...

I don't have an office.
I booket it myself.

No other hotel had a room.
- Yes, tomorrow.

Who made the booking? - No idea.
- No problem.

A kennel and

a bowl would've been enough.

Could you explain the
quickest route there?

I'm not from here
but my colleague knows the area.

It's simple. You turn left
after you leave here,

then there is a petrol station
after the second lights

where you go downhill...

It's never-ending here.

Vera will tell you the details.

The interior is her battleground.
- When will she come?

Won't be long.

But... you never can tell.

I could live with the current state
but high command has decided

we're not ready until all bare walls
are down. Quite a task!

We've got to work undercover.

If you stick out too much
you're punished.

with a karaoke night.

I'll show you this later.

Up there is a room with a view
into the past.

Hitler was still in primary school.
It's that old.

Here... turn of the century.

This would be around 1930.

And here we have real socialism.
It crumbles on touch.

I'd leave it as it is.
At least one of the walls.

Vera wants a complete face lift
for the whole hourse.

I care for old things.

At least I've

recorded it.

All the stories are disappearing.

A gang of Communist buccaneers
squatted here in the 20ies.

Is that from one of your books?
- It's true. - May I?

Did you ever read one?

No.
- They're good for train journeys.

And for flights.

May I recommend a book? - Sure.
- I'd be a little

afraid of your verdict.

Why?

They're unbelievably bad.

I'm not very critical about novels.

It's a matter of time.
- You can

take it back with you.

I'm helping

some colleagues with a killer
who absconded

yesterday.

This is a building site.
Just don't look.

It was used by

the local cultural association.
I found a sign in the basement.

"Socialist culture is the bread
of the working masses".

I'd love to show you but it's gone
up in smoke. - Over there?

No, earlier on. That's only
garden rubbish.

I burn it on Saturdays
as camouflage.

So that the neighbours think
we also have barbecues.

In animals it's called mimicry.

Adaptation to the surroundings in
order not to stand out. - I see.

It's late but the beans

are sown. They may still sprout.

The outside is under my command.

The lesser project.
Like "free soil".

Over there Vera and I are building
a small temple to our great love.

Nonsense!

But the way you look
it might be a good idea.

OK, I confess.

She left me this morning.

She just went shopping?
- Yes.

She isn't a good driver.
- I know, ask my parents' fence.

When was that?
- 15 years ago, an autumn night.

She flattened 20 metres of it.
- Why?

A little under the influence.

OK. And the deeper cause?

In all honesty?
- Yes.

Drinking due to a broken heart.

She's luckily over that.
- Over what?

Alcohol, a broken heart.

Yes.

Or not?
- Yes.

You're the psychologist.
- I don't talk about close friends.

I've made a pact of silence
with myself.

Hello!

Hello!

Hi, it's me! What's so interesting
about the car? - No dents!

Three years accident-free.

Looks like you've already

found a subject.
- We had to converse.

She's homeless and needs a room.

Really? Just stay with us!
- We'll see.

Hello, Vera!
- Hi!

Have a nice weekend!
- Thanks!

Leave it, it won't.

all fit. - It's not a question
of what's possible.

It's a challenge.

It's about who wins.
You or the dishwasher? - Right.

Don't help

or he won't enjoy his triumph.

Come!

Bye!

Tell me. Don't you like it?

I never saw a flat you designed.

Not even in Munich at uni.
- It's true.

You have never come to see me.
I always came to you.

Well, it's old.

And this is the guestroom.

This where you'd stay
if you'd stay.

We'll see.
- What did you do with Lucy?

She's with my parents.
- I see.

This is the nursery.

This is Bruno's and my boudoir.

And you chose all the colours?
- Yes. Not sure I'll keep them.

Here's my study.

I locked it this morning.

Who had the idea with the house?
- I did. I saw the advert.

"Private house in communal property
to be sold at a good rate".

When I saw it
I wanted it immediately.

It might be better

to check first who you move in with
but... What can you do?

He says he writes all day.
- Yes.

That does the trick for us,

not to see him for hours. - You want
to make me jealous? - No!

You're not looking, are you?
- No.

You were never looking.
- Not like you.

Are you happy for me?

Of course I'm happy for you.

To be honest,

I'm also happy for me.

I was a little tired.

But this time I wasn't even looking.

As they all say, "Stop looking".

Sounds like a stereotype.
- Drug counselling, life coaching.

My mother tries yoga against her
nicotine addiction.

He first read books to me.

Poems, novels, history books.

Every second night

in my tiny flat in Berlin
on an old kitchen chair

he read out to me.

Until 3 a.m. For weeks.
Like a siege.

Totally platonic,
no touching at all.

But then, one night,

in the middle of a reading,
the kitchen chair broke. He sat

on the floor and was hurt.

I had a fit of laughter.

He also laughed, got up,
said bye and left.

I heard him go downstairs
but only

when the front door shut

I followed him.

It was almost too late.

We swirl under sparkles from the sky.
I sink into you.

Hey.
- Hey.

I just... wanted to check...

about the hotel.
- No, no.

OK, convinced.

May I lie down soon?

And as if by magic someone
prepared your room.

Thanks.

Did you gossip about me?

No! I just told her how my immense
admiration for you

changes several times daily
first to love

and then desire.

Isn't it first desire
and then love?

And at breakfast we start again
with mutual admiration?

Good?
- You're a writer?

I'll just get my things.

Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Alright. Good night.

Apologies for having taken this
last night.

I used to have the same figure,
just from different wood.

I got it from a man who said
it was from Thailand.

In your room is a book
with a dedication.

I'm sure I know the handwriting.

His name was Patrick.

Do you like it?

Yes. Instant coffee. The water
doesn't heat up properly.

Someone has to shower first.
- I'll have it tepid.

And the photo in front of his house
in Zeppelin street

in Munich. Is that right?

Yes.

Patrick Dorbach.

I knew him, yes.

So did I.

Very well.

That was before the two of us met
for the first time.

Same here. Before we met.

One year earlier?
- Yes.

In the summer of the
David Bowie concert.

In exactly that summer.

I must go to work. They don't care
about it being Sunday.

See you later.
- See you later.

She has arrived.

Hello.
- Good morning.

Did you find it easily?
- Sure.

You're not serious.
- They don't cook themselves.

But better than at home.
- In a hospital caf�?

We tried it yesterday. It's nearby.

Come with us. It's worth it.
- And here?

Two pubs with lunch, a caf�,

2 beer kiosks but nothing you'd like.
There must be an inn

towards Burschen... Burschenberg.
- Burschental.

Regional cooking, not bad.

Every day they leave on the dot.
They leave at the latest

at 11.45 a.m.

I told Erfurt that it'll take
at least another week.

How do you know he's still here.
Any clues? - No, nothing.

J�rgen says it's intuition.

I guess we'd have got a tip-off
if he weren't here anymore.

There you are!
- Sweet!

Morning.

Morning.
- By the way, up there...

Yesterday there was a kind
of a rabbit hunt.

They chased him with anything
they had. By the motorway.

They lost him, of course.
- Nobody talks with us.

We are idiots.
- See there?

I made an appointment
for you after lunch

Hospital

Come over here.

Please welcome our colleague.

I'm Jo. Hello.

This is Frank.
- Hello.

The sauerkraut is even better.

Just try it!

Help yourself! - May I?
- Yes! - It's very sour.

I know it.
- And our holidaymaker?

Why do you take holidays if you
don't like the food at home?

It's not about food.
I can't be without you.

Thanks.

It's closed. - Take the back door.
- Thanks.

What a motley crew.

Yes, I'll collect it. Bye.

Isn't that his responsibility?
- He painted the ceiling.

His back hurt so I promised
to sort this out here.

You don't have to help.

Thanks.

When do you usually go to bed?
- At nine.

Maybe we'll stay sober tonight
and...

How old is her daughter?
- Four.

Or a little older, I think.

Hello? Where is the mice zoo?

Does she have a father? Or was it
an immaculate conception?

Or self-fertilisation? I could
figure this out. - It's taboo.

It was an accident.

What? How shocking!

What are you having?
- Strawberries.

We'll have risotto.

Do I know her?

You met her when you were
very small.

Do you need a towel?

The guy may be getting some help.

He definitely has changed his
hideout at least once.

What does the psychologist say?
- He's attached to the area.

The local officers are so nice.
We don't believe a word.

They are furious that a higher level
has become involved.

It's a huge insult.

To get help he must communicate.
With signals or a code system.

Good thought? No?

The Red Army faction used interiors
for communication.

Carpet in the hall meant

"curious neighbour",
a lamp by the window

"flat not under observation".

That's how it was.

So you think he uses
several hideouts?

Safehouses.

Definitely.

Listen, Bruno.
Didn't we recently find

a groove in the fence? And we
didn't know how it got there?

That was the postman,

signalling "no internet
for another 18 months".

Shit.

May I smoke?

No!
- Absolutely. Absolutely! Bruno!

I don't want to know everything about
someone else and think about.

What people you care about?

I try as little as possible.

But you can't think about nothing.
- No, you can't.

Or it doesn't really work.
- You mean

it's nonsense?
- Yes.

Trying to think of nothing
leads to nothing at all.

Shall we...

I thought right away he was great.

He always smelt good.

And the way he talked.

All the little things.

He remembered what was going on

and asked about it.
Like my mother in hospital.

The way he listened.
- But he was vain.

A little. But he wore it well.
- Yes. You're right.

Very decent.

Not like, "I'll screw you anyway".
- Not at all.

Could it...

He talked occasionally
about a girlfriend

who he played squash with.

Didn't you play squash?
- Yes.

Sometimes with him.
- Patrick said

she was a good friend,
like there was nothing.

Maybe he meant me.

Yes, a good friend.

A good friend?

I didn't believe a word.

I followed him once, all the way

from his flat to the tube,
to the university

and the city centre. For half a day
since I wanted to know

who the good friend was.
- He told me that. - No!

He had noticed.

No!

It was you?

It's not funny. I was suffering.

Where did you live?

In the Westend, where I lived
when we met 2 years later.

You also had a name.

You were the "house friend".

You sometimes

waited in front of his flat,
even slept there. Right?

I can't imagine any other woman

making such a fool of herself.

I lost him during my pursuit.

At the main station,
on the lower level.

He noticed it.
- He slipped away.

Incredible. And he went to see you.

He somehow got away with it
with his soft ways.

He was like soap.
An arrogant bit

of soap.
- No, we let him off the hook.

Neither of us nailed him down.

Did you poke

fun at me because I was so clingy?
- No.

Never.

You never told me you
were in love with him?

I did.

I remember it was winter.
- No.

Yes. We were walking, wearing
big jackets. Nonsense!

It was summer.
- We went twice

for a swim.

His body...

He didn't want sex. He said,
it was too soon...

He said something old-fashioned.
Intimate. He couldn't

be intimate so quickly.

We talked.

There was nothing more.

Dining, cinema, then the end.
Simple, fast.

"Don't follow me", he said.

That's how he ended it?

Yes. But there was really nothing
to end.

But that's how he said it?
- Mhm.

I remember it. Why?

He told me the same thing.

He wrote it. I threw the letter away.

I kept the book

and the dedication.

And the sculpture.

It's a competition.

One wins, the other one loses.
Mostly it's obvious

from the beginning.

If that's so, we might not even try.

I don't know.

I think I always lost.
In every relationship.

When it was over and never mind
how it ended.

But I'm not as proud
as I used to think.

I don't have to take revenge
after someone leaves me.

I forgave him.

Tada!

Were you in his home?

We mostly met in front.

of his house and started from there.
We went to pubs. There were a lot.

Herbert's.

A dreadful place. Did you go there?
Me too.

The Paradigm?
- I can't remember.

Can I have one?
- Yes.

Tell me, what was the pub

at the end of Preysing street,
next to the italian?

Casino.
- No!

No! Damn.

Where the blacks went to.
- Blacks? - Yes.

Blacks were there?

I can't remember.

I can't believe it.
I kissed him there.

The only time. - In the pub?
- What?

You kissed him there?
- Yes, next to the cloakroom.

We fell into the coats.

It was always crowded

and noisy.

I should have tried sooner.

Maybe I should have tried less.

What about you?

You mean kisses?
- Yes.

Not in the pub.

Only in front of my door.

I didn't let him in since he
didn't let me in.

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.

Why did we never meet?
Accidentally?

Anywhere?

Please meet Vera, my house friend.
And Johanna, a good

friend. Shall we sit at the bar,
have a drink?

No, it's too noisy.
Let's go elsewhere.

We have a lot to talk about.
Why did it never happen?

Jo, come here.

What was the name of that damn pub?

I don't know.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

Morning!
- Morning.

Morning.

The local papers report no progress
in finding the fugitive.

Hello! - Who is it?
- One of your subjects.

From now on we'll record the chase.

No breakfast?
- No.

I've been through all

the regional papers and will check
the internet.

If it works.
- Careful. He means it.

You now have an assistant.
Tell him, if he's a pain.

It doesn't bother me if I'm
a pain or not.

My character doesn't allow
for self doubt.

We're the perfect fit.
Insecure persons must find

support from strong personalities.
- Exactly.

If he's too much I'll move
to the hotel.

Glasnost!

That was the pub.

Gosh!

Apparently the colleague asked her
if she wanted to join the chase.

They were on an assignment when it
happened in the forest.

Earlier they had an accident
with some deer.

The look of the colleague changed,
first the eyes, then he grew a pelt.

He changed into an animal and she
had to shoot him, she says.

He couldn't hold the steering wheel.

She woke up at the hospital.

Excuse me.

Your colleague

was discharged yesterday.
Did you know he was here

at this hospital?
- No.

He was.

You only hit his arm.
He fared better than you.

It wasn't him. When I shot
there was an animal

next to me. It looked at me.

The arms.

I thought, they aren't made
for steering.

There weren't any hands.

Only some kind of... hooves.

The animal laughed.

I can't breathe.

Frank, get some water.
- Some water, please.

Calm down.

They found some clothes

with a hotel key in a cave nearby.
Now they want to get it right.

They will open the hotel room.

The room belongs to a tourist,
hunting for Barbarossa.

Did you let them go on their own?

They should be able to open a door.
- Do you go first?

Yes, I show you the way.

Damn rain. There's sunshine
in the valley.

The mountain is always foggy.

Police!

It's empty. I don't believe it!

Move it. Get out!

It's empty.

Nobody there.

Let's go and have a bite.

At the pub in question?
- Exactly.

I go when and where I want.
Like you go as you please.

When will that be?
- You'll see.

I have work to do.

I have work to do.
- Of course.

I can't be

idling around all day.

Were you at the hospital?
- She was very stressed.

Maybe put under pressure.
- From her colleague?

Maybe. There is no other explanation
for such a phobia.

The girl is totally sane otherwise.
- Do you think

she can get back to work?
- Not in this area.

I do it only for you.
I do it only for you.

We owe you.

What's that about?

Let me give it a go.

No thanks, I don't need help.

Don't put on a show!

Hey, Rene!
- Hey.

Hello.

I took my wife to Straupitz.

Wedding anniversary.
- That was your leave.

There's a new restaurant.
Excellent.

I could get used to it.
Couldn't you?

A Chinese restaurant.

Was it good?
- Since when do you like Chinese?

With pleasure. - Can I have a taste?
- Yes.

Where is the toilet? - To the left.
- I see.

What is the local food?

Dumplings. They are delicious.

Shit.

How is our young colleague?

She's fine and will soon
be discharged.

She must go home.

Do you think that's right?
- I agree.

Shit!

You're always an embarrassment.

Most of them here have only one set
of the new uniforms.

They make sure not to get them dirty.

How can you work now, this afternoon?

Did Mrs. L�ffler make a useful statement?
- Unfortunately not.

Have a break.

How long have you been here?
- Since 1867.

Quite something.

Is it still profitable?
- Well...

In the past...

Nod if you recognise somebody

We always do great trade
at Christmas.

During GDR times, we were
always full,

but it was useless.
- Nonsense.

Where did she come from?
- From Upper Franconia.

From Mecklenburg?
- Regensburg? - No.

Her accent was Bavarian. - From
Regensburg. - I didn't hear it.

A sunday without dumplings...

wouldn't be the same.

Well said.

Nice but nothing new.

They didn't understand you.
- May I have

some still water?
- Coming.

Thanks.

I can't decide this on the spot.

Hello!

Did you have a nice day?
- Yes.

Thanks.

Hello?

You caught him at the inn.
Yes, I think so...

Yes, congratulations.

Thanks.

Admit it - you thought
we'd forgotten!

Do celebrate. We'll come back
with more alcohol. Hugs!

Yes?

Call loudly. - Mummy! Dinner is
ready. - Exactly.

Let's start. Maybe she also gets
hungry when she sees us eating.

But Mummy is away.
- Oh, I forgot.

Enjoy your meal, sweetie.
And thank you.

Bye to granny and Mummy is back soon.

Bye, Mummy.
- Bye.

Bye.

Hi!

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday. - Thanks.
- And all the best.

Sorry we're so late.
- Congratulations. - Go away!

We have to show up from time to time
at the citizens' group.

or the baker won't sell us any bread.
Just a moment.

Happy birthday.

Thanks.

They said on the radio the local

police are corrupt.

We wondered whether they meant you?

Tell us, did you uncover that?

No, it was more or less known.
They just needed evidence

and witnesses.

There are 6 officers from the

neighbouring town who blackmailed
business owners,

committed raids

and then covered for each other.

It was fine until a young colleague
got wind of it.

They put pressure on her
until she broke down.

All very family-like.

The woman is single without
a family in the area.

She didn't want to be part of it.

She shot a colleague
who was involved.

That was five days ago.

Bruno?
- What was that?

Foxes. Carry on.

She first claimed sexual harassment

but they didn't believe that.

Then she broke down and said
during the assignment the guy

had changed into an animal.
- What?

Yes. - What?
- She stuck

with this story.
I saw her

several times on her own.

When she started talking
about the pressure

and the blackmail, the rest
followed soon.

I didn't know they'd go public today.
I would've told you.

But since tonight 6 officers

are under interrogation.

It's crazy.

Our little Jo.

Are you expecting visitors?

No.

Who's that?

Did anything happen?

Do you want a drink?
- Your behaviour

is impossible.
- It's her birthday.

It's totally shitty.
- What?

Why not just chill?
- Sure.

That's good.
- They are innocent.

You haven't got a clue about

local affairs. You don't call
anybody. You listen to me.

Stop it. - This is trespassing.
- Stay away.

Alright, leave my property now.

Hello?

Hey,

stop it!
- Come on.

Bruno...

Arsehole! Ouch!

Shit.
- Bruno?

I'm fine.

You're all potty.

My glasses.

Glasses? OK.

He's bonkers.
- Shit!

Your glasses.

Thanks. Oh no!

He mowed the fence down.

Impressive.

I couldn't have done it better.
- Sorry.

Sorry. It's a local colleague.
A friend of the shot officer.

Madness, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Defending the honour

of the entire police station.

He should've done the lot.

There are nails in there.
We must clear it away.

Bruno, get the broom.

No problem.

Of course not.
Come on.

We won't report it and have it
repaired ourselves.

The neighbour's brother-in-law
will mend it.

All this hassle because of me.

I'm sorry.

That happens when you house
high-ranking state employees.

It results in attacks.
- He looked

quite good.
- So?

Did you notice?
- Mmm.

It was dark.

I felt it. - So it's alright because
he's good looking?

No. But you also have freedoms here

because you don't look daft.
- Why don't you sit down?

I'm sorry but it's still a scandal
if women only like men

for their looks. Strange.
- I guess that things

are a little more complicated.
- Why? Is it forbidden for things

to be simple?
- No. Nothing simple

is forbidden nowadays.

To the contrary.

To me the world was in balance
as long as women were less stupid

in their desires.

I'm more and more disillusioned
with women.

That's bad.

I think beauty isn't just blablabla.

Subjective or so.
- Exactly.

An arse is not subjective.

I mean the depth of someone's
emotions determines

beauty. - Right. - The depth
of the moment when we

feel attracted... and
the events that follow.

Especially with you.

The soul...
- Competition?

Always. Did you not notice?

OK, I also refer completely
to appearances. I like

dense eyebrows

in women. Dark peach fuzz

on the arms.

I've got that.

During puberty when all that happens
and all you see hits you deep

in your guts...

I remember the women
in porn magazines

we all read at boarding school.

I remember these women as vividly
as women in my real life.

I sometimes buy old porn magazines
on the net

hoping to see those women again.

I want to see the faces
from the past.

I can't forget them.
I feel respect,

gratefulness and tenderness.

Some are 60, 70 and still expose
themselves on the net.

Some bodies seem young
but the faces are old.

It's a different beauty.
They have dignity.

If someone shot me in the head
at this very moment

and you could see in endless
slow motion

the images in my brain
all being extinguished

who knows which images were the most
persistent ones. The last.

And how deep the unimportant things
may have sunk.

A final parade

of old naked women in my brain.

I find the story of the escaped
killer much less exciting.

It's much more exciting
that you came here

for different reasons.
- And didn't tell us for so long.

That's what the police teach you.
- Are you going to leave us now?

No.
- No?

No, I stay.

All's well.

Do you always do this?

Every evening and every morning.
- Morning and evening.

Good night.
- Good night.

What's wrong?

I think tomorrow I'll only
have crisp bread.

You'll only have crisp bread?
- Yes.

- I'm not in the mood anymore.

Good morning.
- Morning.

The builders should have arrived already.

Not for the fence but for the water.
- I see.

I usually organise the cutlery.

Does it not go into the dishwasher?
- Yes, but...

I like doing it. It gives me an
obscene feeling of satisfaction.

No touching allowed?

The plates go to the front

to make room for the pans.

The cutlery goes into the boxes. OK?

Never heard of it?
- Yes.

Sorry.

I prepared some sandwiches

for you.

Tomato and mozzarella.

Tuscan salami.

A la Milanese. Don't tell Vera.

She may misunderstand it.
Tell me how they were.

Milady doesn't want me
to cook anymore.

She only eats fish...
- It's not about me.

Milady protests against life.
Ergo a hunger strike.

Thanks.

It's been going on for a few weeks?

And you only called now?
- I first checked it out.

I can't see any effect on
the water consumption.

Morning.
- Morning.

There we are.

Have a look here.

The water pressure

on the ground floor depends
on the time of day.

I suspect it has to do with
the use of the house

during the real socialist period.

The house was misused

as some cultural whorehouse.

You probably know that.
It was called Guesthouse

of the Proletarian Cultural Club.

You can imagine what happened

when the foreign visitors

queued for the one and only shower.

What great tool is that?

An infrared camera.

Could you open all the taps?
- All at once? - Yes, please.

All open.

Off!

Off!

Turn them off.
- That's what I did.

Morning.

Hello.

Do you hear anything?

How am I supposed to work
with this noise?

How can you work today
with this noise?

If I have no ideas I work on my
own orbituary. I like that.

He's already changed
it a dozen times.

It's necessary if you survive
day after day. - Exactly.

I realise that there will be life after
me as there was life before me.

We have to lure him. But what with?
I know too little.

I'll ask for the things he had
in his cell.

Hello?

There's a deluge at home.

That's why we eat vol-au-vent.

They're better at cakes.

Patrick?

Yes.

You said you didn't take him
into your flat. - Yes.

Did he not want it or
was it you?

I think he wanted it.
I didn't.

It was too quick

for both of us.

It's so embarrassing to ask
after 15 years.

Why not? - Maybe you're too stupid
when you're young.

And later?

Later?
- Well...

After that night.

It wasn't night. It was after squash
in the afternoon.

We did things, went for walks.

We made out
and held hands but...

He just went. A missed chance.

Just so?

Just so.

It happened to you as well.

I seem to be missing
a piece of life.

As if it had been cut off and glued
somewhere else. But where?

I have to know.

Yes.

Yes.

You have no child.

A child? Jo.

No! That would be another problem.

I have panic attacks.
You don't see it.

You're not supposed to. - To live
here now is your decision.

Nobody forces you, nothing...
- What can I do?

He's invested his money in the house.
- And the other half?

You're not as tied up as you think.
You can still do what you want.

I've already paid.
- Do you have to go? - Yes.

Go back to work.

Bye.
- Bye.

See you later.
- Yes, see you later.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Mummy. Lunch is ready.

And who cooked?

Granny.
- Granny?

A salad?

And you helped her?

That will be delicious.
- It was yummy. - Say

"delicious", sweetie.
- Yummy. - OK.

Everything alright?
- Yes, it was a valve or something.

I didn't quite get it.

The wet stains are all dry.
All will be well.

The workers left a while ago.

I'm happy to hear that.
- Yeah.

Unfortunately someone else
has also left.

She took the keys

from her room. She locked
all three doors.

Should I break into the room?

Over the last few days

she told me about this man.

Who he is and that you both knew him
at the same time.

What do you think will happen now?

Will she leave me?

Maybe the guy

was waiting as much for her
as she for him?

I don't think he
would've waited so long.

I also knew him a little.

Where did she say she was going to?
- To him.

She's got the adress.

Hello?

Shit.

Yes.

Vera.

Voicemail.

What's that?

A badger. I know it well.

A badger.

How were the sandwiches?

Great.

Look at that. Some smart-arses
coming here,

calling us idiots.
- Not so loud.

It angers me.

Did they hand it over straight away?

I'd already ordered it from Leipzig.
- It took only a week.

A miracle. I love miracles.
- We must bait.

I've been telling you.
- No, I did.

I said it.
- He's fed up.

He's got no plan.

He must move,

show himself.

He was seen here last time.
- I found out that

up to two years ago he was writing
to this woman.

That was before

he was arrested.

The woman died in Erfurt two years ago.
The two never met.

I've asked discreetly.

The colleagues here had no idea.

But all the prison staff
knew about it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the aim of this exercise is

to create within half an hour...
Gosh, that's noisy!

...to create within half an hour
an art sculpture by whatever means.

You're of course allowed

to resort to the help
of alcoholic drinks.

It's even compulsory.

The finished works

will be evaluated

by our high-calibre panel of experts.

500 euros are at stake.

This is a generous donation
by our local bank.

Ladies and gentlemen, the winner
of the chainsaw competition

joins me on the stage.
There he is.

Applause for the young man
with the ponytail.

All dusty, he is,
and 500 euros richer.

That'll pay for the cleaners

and the bank director
in person hands over

the cheque.
- Granny lets you answer?

I knew that already.
- You knew it was me?

I can tell from the ringing.

Granny can tell from the ringing
who's calling.

I'm at a fairground.

- Cheers!

Another one for you.

Looking around here

I notice that the helpful

policemen and women do nothing
but celebrate.

It's all on expenses.
Carry on, friends.

The night is young. Bye.

The money would have

come in handy. It's a pity.

I voted for you.

That's nice. Thanks.
- What do you do? Are you from here?

Even twice. I also voted for you

in the run-off.

I run a craft shop with my boyfriend.

It doesn't do too well.

Do you know S�ttelroda? - No.
- What's it called?

S�ttelroda,

towards Berlin.

We thought

of tourists from Berlin.
But they don't buy.

What brings you here?

I read about it in the papers.

500 euros is a nice sum.

Maybe you should open a shop here.
- I don't know anybody here.

Originally I hail from Reinsberg.

Can I have another word with you
tomorrow? - Yes.

I don't return home tonight.

You'd have to stay in town
for a few days. You won't

notice anything. Promise.

We want someone to make a move.

That's all.

Alright.

OK.

I'll do it.

Thanks.

What are we going to do
about the escapist?

He won't keep it up for much longer.
He'll surrender soon

when we go public with what
we know about him.

In any case. - I don't believe this.
It won't happen like this.

He doesn't feel at home here.

I'm not surprised.
- He'd like to.

He wants to go home,
back to another time.

Tomorrow's paper reports

with the photo of a woman who
vaguely resembles a pen friend

of the fugitive.

Why? What for? Should't we have
discussed this?

We had to act fast.
- We hope he makes a move.

With a little luck we may actually
see him. Wasn't that the problem?

Sorry. That's complete nonsense.

I'm pretty sure he's looking
for some kind of home.

Hello Mummy.
- Hello?

Tonight granny bakes pancakes.
- Pancakes.

I love pancakes.
- Really?

Although it's without flour and
milk and eggs? - Yes.

Really? And what

do you want it with? With cinnamon
and sugar?

A man sitting on a bench on a beach
promenade at the C�te d'Azur

is shot from behind.

At the start of the novel. We don't
know him and he never reappears.

But we see how the burning bullet

travels through his brain,
extinguishing

individual images.

When in a last...

one hundred thousandth of a second

the blue of the water under
the horizon was distinct

from that of the sky only
in his imagination,

he knew that these images were
negligible in his mind.

The point of entry sharply
heightened his memory

and from deep in his brain emerged
nothing but marginal nonsense.

A look on a road while biking,
a barking dog,

a plastic boat in a bath tub,

a woman from a porn magazine.

Everything he considered important
was already buried now.

Falling forward onto the mosaic
pavement of the promenade

he had to giggle about
this final verdict

of the unimportance
of his existence.

It sounds dramatically... final.

Not as bad as I remembered it.

Why do you never wear glasses

in the photos?
- Excuse me.

I must do something against
the slow burning heat

this devilish drink

causes in my guts.

It didn't help.

It's the old problem.

What about you?

Drunk?
- Yes.

No, I'm still alright.

I think I must kill a wild animal
in order to sober up.

Hey, come out.

Where are you?

Come here.

Your master is thirsty.

Shit!

Jo!

What's wrong? Bruno?

Be careful. - What happened?
- I lost my glasses.

Careful, I'm naked.

So I see.

Were you there?

I slipped, no idea where.

I don't know.

Shit.

Look, there's somebody
standing there.

Where?

Where?

Come on!
- Hello?

Come on!

Hello?

Bruno!
- Shit!

J�rgen! We saw him.

Here, in the garden. He was
standing here.

We've been searching all night.

In the garden, up the hill, in the
woods. - With the others?

Yes. The fog came at 4 in the
morning. - He escaped.

We didn't catch him. Shit!

Don't ask me if I'm sure that it
was him. I'm not.

It was dark. Where are you now?
- At the hotel. She's confused.

I didn't sleep all night.

I was so afraid.

I didn't think it would affect me
so much.

To be a bait.

It scared me.

Sorry.

Stay one more night.
I promise

you can go tomorrow. He can't
hurt you. You're safe.

There's police everywhere. If you
go now, we'll have to follow you.

It's more confusing for us

and more dangerous for you.
The man

may already be trailing you.

A few days ago I rang his parents
and got his adress.

I kept their number all these years.

You do that
when you are very much in love.

You left him.

And you said to him,

"Don't follow me".

I didn't ask him.

I told him about you and me
and he said, "You know...

this is what happened

with Johanna."

And what happened?

Five years ago, you did have

an affair in the end.

He seemed to have suffered
a long time.

He says, he's at peace now.

He now believes that you wanted
to take revenge

for the past.

He said, "Johanna has
a dark personality."

How is he?

That's what you wanted to know.
Why you sent me.

I didn't send you.
- You didn't

want to get burnt.

I was your messenger.

But alright.

He lives in Riem with his wife.

They have two children.
He showed me pictures.

He's a professor.

It was to be expected.
- You knew it.

You didn't tell me about
the second episode.

You wanted me to go there.

You used me to get close
to him again.

You didn't dare.
- For five years

I haven't wanted him.

I don't believe you.

5 years ago, I left him because he
became clingy.

I couldn't cope with it.

I was disappointed.

I remembered him differently,
stronger,

independent.

No, you wanted revenge.

No. What for?

For losing.

You were always afraid of losing
and you can't handle it.

Well... Am I so small?

You might have lost

your control if you had gone
to see him.

That's not fair.

He's no longer as pretty as before.

A little fatter.

And he's got a scar. Here.

He didn't want to say how.

It's not from me.

He always had

a scar above his eye.

He has

no scar.

But he wears

a hearing aid.

That's why he always listened
so intently.

Here...

his telephone number.

Thanks.

The boat sails into the harbour,
fully flagged, greeted by

the cheering crowd.

Sorry.
- No, let me...

J�rgen here. - Morning.
The colleagues

Yes.

The fugitive was arrested.

There was an anonymous lead
that he was near

the hotel from where he ran away.
We're not sure yet.

The arrest in the room of the bait
happened without incident.

I see.

We can't

exclude that the tip-off
didn't come from the public

but from the man himself.

When he noticed he had no more home,

as the colleague describes it,

his flight was over.
- That's possible.

We found two types of blood
on the fugitives clothes.

Some animal blood, probably a dog,
and human blood.

It wasn't his. We're still
checking it.

Good. I'll get a report.
It was quicker than expected.

Thanks to you and your staff.

We'll talk in Erfurt.
- Yes.

Thanks.
- OK. Thanks and bye.

You're here already?

If you'd rung I'd have
cooked earlier.

There was less traffic and I was
faster than I thought. Hello.

Rabbit.

Rabbit.

What's this?
- He smoked five in the morning.

looking through the eastern
windows, counting

the roof tiles of Count
Alba's palace.

He smoked five more cigarettes
in the evening.

while closely inspecting the pillars

of the roof of the royal library
for winter damage.

What's the novel?

Karl May.

children hearing aids to hear easily

Rabbit.

I took Lucy to the paediatrician.

Immediately afterwards we took
a test at the ENT surgery.

Did she ever have otitis?
Small children often have it.

She had lots of colds and fever
when she was two.

But she never had otitis.

Mummy, a rabbit.

Mummy!

Hello!

Look, I gave him an apple.

He ate an apple.
- Hello, sweetie.

Just a moment...
I have to...

Now. Hello.

Is it a bad moment?

No, just funny to hear from you.

Three days ago, I met Vera.

I now know that you knew each other.

Yes, I've seen her. She lives
in Thuringia.

She told me. With her husband.
A writer.

I just wanted to say "hello".

And see how you are.

I'm fine. I don't know
what Vera told you.

I work at the university.

And I've been married for three years.
- She told me.

We have two children,
a boy and a girl.

Vicky is 4

and Paul is 2 1/2 years old.

You don't have a scar in your face?
- No!

No scar. Why do you say that?

Vera told me.
- What?

No, not true. She said you have
a hearing aid.

That's right. It's very embarrassing.

My son also has hearing problems.

It must be difficult

for a child. Does he get bullied?
- No.

The aids for children
are more like toys.

It's not rare nowadays.

We quietly degenerate.

Look, I have to hang up.

Maybe I'll call again in the next
few days, OK?

Mmm.

Did you get something nice?

And why?
- Because I won.

Here.
- It rattles.

It rattles.
- Oh!

I wanted something big.

How big is big?

Humbert, the villain is big,

but I don't have such
a big thing. Unwrap it!

Look,

when we're back home you can
wish for something else. OK?

Shall I open it?
- Yes.

And tonight I'll sleep here.
- Yes.

May I? - Yes.
- OK.