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You know what I like about this place?

Waking up and having no idea what the day will bring.

That's going to change.

I hope not.

Really.

It was...

It was really absurd.

Somehow...

inhuman, soulless.

It starts creeping in without you realising.

One or two appointments...

And your whole shitty life falls into place and becomes a routine.

Work, spare time, sports, love life...

And you put everything in the same old diary.

9 a.m. Creative Board meeting,

12 p.m. lunch with some friend,

6 p.m. step aerobics,

10 p.m. sex, and the same again next day.

Except it's yoga instead of step aerobics or something else.

And why do all this?

So that some dickheads can make lots of cash.

And then everyone's complaining about low turnovers or bad PR,

but nobody's asking why it is that way.

"ROCKET PERELMAN"

Jen? Jen!

What are you doing here?

You just turned up?

Yes? Great.

So what's your plan?

There's no plan.

That's perfect.

I'm serious.

You got rid of all that bullshit.

That's super cool.

But it doesn't really feel super cool yet.

Burning the place and just disappearing isn't the best way of doing it.

- You could have handed in your notice. - So you would have done that?

Look, here. Destroying everything is different to...

What do you mean, "look here"? For me, there's no difference.

They behave like total dickheads and want to turn you into a dickhead, too.

You have to stand up for your beliefs, kick them in the teeth, and then leave.

That's mission accomplished, then.

You can do anything here.

You can tailor your own clothes,

you can create your own fashion.

We don't give a damn about things here.

About a stylish house.

About a private pension fund.

About your fully accomplished portfolio.

About your Mac Book Air, and...

about all that wonderful self-fulfilment.

Hey, what...

For me, this process of individuation is an essential component.

Leaving your ego behind

and finding the route to your inner self or whatever you want to call it.

That's what theatre is all about, isn't it?

Isn't it?

So...

you want us to cast someone else for your role, right?

Are we obliged to do the play?

We have a contract with the Gerswalde local authority.

If we didn't perform, we'd have to return two thirds of the fee.

Maybe we need to abolish this capitalist exploitation logic?

Without the play, we'll have an 8,000 euro hole in our kitty.

Yes, exactly.

But are we selling our artistic integrity for 8,000 euros?

We're here so we don't have to compromise anymore.

You're right, but we don't have any money.

None to start with,

and now the stupid conversion application and the structural engineer...

Why do we have to pay that?

They say we're using the property for a different purpose than on record,

so we need a conversion application and a structural engineer

who charges per cubic metre of developed property.

For a place this size, that's several thousand euros.

So all of us must have a look

at how much they can contribute.

I sold my boat, that's what I contributed.

We can either keep our artistic integrity or become homeless.

Let's vote.

Who's in favour of continuing with "Midsummer Night's Dream"?

Who wants to stop doing "Midsummer Night's Dream"?

And who wants to honour the contract with Gerswalde?

Great.

That's clear then.

All we need is a new play now. Any suggestions?

"The Seagull" by Chekhov, or "The Wild Duck" by Ibsen.

Marcus likes poultry.

"4.48 Psychosis" by Sarah Kane.

How about "The Sausage" by Lars von Trier

or "The Roast Chicken" by Miesdorf butchers.

- No way. - Because it's by a woman?

You can't have a play about clinical depression at a village fête.

How about dance theatre?

- Very funny. - That's enough.

Why did we decide on "A Midsummer Night's Dream"?

Because it was a play we could all contribute to,

each with their own art.

But we can't do that in six weeks.

I have a suggestion.

"Hedda Gabler" by Henrik Ibsen.

A psychologically well-structured play.

It's about shattered ambitions,

it concerns us all, including the locals here in Brandenburg.

I've reduced it to four characters.

Marcus, you're taking some time off.

You two...

Maybe you could do a prologue with puppets or something? Let's see.

Carmen, can you do the stage design?

Africa, you'll do make-up and play Elvsted, which is the smaller part.

Jen, you're Hedda Gabler, a brilliant part.

This is your husband, Tesman, Till.

And you're Eilert Lövborg, the antagonist. OK?

- No, I can't act. - What?

I could do the costumes...

Costumes is great. You'll do both.

Don't worry about the acting, I'll teach you.

Does this have to be now? The weather's nice.

Contribute something for a change.

- Is it going to be in German? - Yes.

Something other than drugs.

Do you know how hard it is to supply such a big group with drugs?

It's like having a regular job in an office.

Let's vote on Tobias's suggestion.

Hello?

so we can discuss it.

Can we vote now?

Who's in favour of Tobias's suggestion?

OK, then.

All that remains for me to say is, Jen,

welcome to the "Rocket".

Till probably told you that after the first six weeks

we'll have a meeting to decide if you can stay,

but that's merely an excuse for having a party.

Welcome, Jen!

Hello, it's me, Erika.

Where are you, Helmut?

Coming. Hello.

This is Helmut, my new friend. He's a mole.

We need to get to my parents on the other side,

crossing a very, very deep cave.

- Helmut? - Yes, what is it?

There's something I haven't told you yet.

In this cave...

lives a giant three-headed monster by the name of...

What was its name again?

I don't know the monster, how am I supposed to know its name?

- So what's it called? - I can't remember.

- Hello! - It's huge.

Look, back there.

- There's a little girl. Hello. - Alma.

What's the giant monster called?

Bobfla.

- What was that? - Bobfla.

- You mean like "pop star"? - Bobfla. That's it.

I can't see anything.

Hello? Is anyone there?

I'm Helmut.

You are who?

Helmut!

What a silly little thing you are.

I'm going to eat you up!

- Stay here. - Quick, Helmut, let's go.

- You think we should run, Erika? - Yes.

All right, I'll get going, then.

- Any chance you... - Like this?

- Yes, perfect. - Just sitting like this?

When I arrived here, I started from scratch, there was nothing here.

Over the last five years, we've managed,

through the apples and the potatoes,

to produce just under half of what we need.

Everything else we swap or buy.

Are you aiming to be self-sufficient at some point?

Definitely.

I'd love to be completely self-sufficient and independent.

The orb's surface is two-dimensional.

Borderless and restricted.

Each finite curve

can be reduced to a single point.

A good way to illustrate this would be...

a rocket.

If you fly a rocket in a straight line,

you eventually end up where you started.

Like circumnavigating the globe.

So, based on this proven premise,

the rocket's trajectory can also be reduced to a single point.

Therefore, the entire universe can be reduced to a tiny ball.

This is what Grigori Perelman proved.

That means, our little dimensional problem

could also be reduced to a tiny marginal point.

Time and space.

Two important variables for your own private rocket.

Yes.

You have to understand that the German authorities

are obliged to make your three-dimensional living space

fit into the second dimension.

The dimension of the law.

While you may reside in the third dimension,

the legislator must know at all times

where you are in the second dimension.

And you are currently somewhere

where you've got no business of residing.

And if you add the fourth dimension,

you won't have a residence from 1st September onwards.

Unless, of course,

you correct your course by performing a recoil loop.

And this recoil loop

will cost you 29,412 euros

and...

45 cents.

Just for a conversion application? Mr Grube...

You have to understand...

we're doing everything we can within our legal parameters.

I'm a great supporter of the arts,

and just as art follows certain rules...

great art at least...

the law, too, follows certain rules.

Both artists and public servants are bound by them.

If you don't fancy that and prefer to slack around,

you should move to Berlin.

We won't let these public servants upset us.

You encounter people like this everywhere.

As an actor, you must completely liberate yourself.

Instinctively.

Become an animal.

Especially if you're inexperienced, you must listen to your instincts.

Don't think about it. Come on.

Louder. The enemy's over there. Go for it!

More from the body, from down here. Harder. Yes!

Your turn. Come on!

Bloody hell!

Is there nowhere I can have some peace and quiet?

Of all the mud holes in Brandenburg they had to pick mine.

Marcus, I had no idea...

Whatever, don't bother. I'll find another mud hole.

There must be one place in this stupid country without any artists.

I'd like to show you some photographs, if I may,

of myself and Tesman on holiday in Tyrol.

The Ortler mountain.

- Hedda Gabler... - Don't.

That was my name when you knew me.

- Can't I... - Hang on.

That's too nice.

Listen. Hedda Gabler married Tesman.

Tesman is a loser. Get it?

You're a recovering alcoholic.

Shunned by society for eight years.

You wrote a book up there which was a huge success.

And you know you have a second brilliant book already finished.

You want to get back at those bourgeois bastards.

And there's a second reason why you came into town:

Hedda Gabler.

And she's with a total idiot, in your opinion.

With a petty bourgeois idiot from university.

Get it? And now you need to find out why she did that.

I'd like to show you some photographs of our honeymoon.

- Good. - Of myself and Tesman in Tyrol.

- Hedda Gabler. - Don't.

That was my name when you knew me.

Yes, that's much better.

But try and do it a bit more...

Do you have to keep interrupting?

Just very quickly. Keep up the energy.

You come up closer to her and suddenly say,

"Hedda Gabler." But closer, get it?

- You mean more... - Suggestive.

While she's looking at her stupid, shitty little album,

you come up and say, "Hedda Gabler."

Don't.

That was my name when you knew me.

Hedda Gabler. Can't I call you Hedda Gabler anymore?

He reacts like a coiled spring.

He comes up to you and you say, "Don't."

As soon as he says, "Hedda Gabler." You knew he'd say it.

He goes, "Hedda Gabler." And you, "Quiet. That was my name when you knew me."

- So she's much more controlling? - She's ice cold. She's in charge.

Hedda Gabler, married to Jørgen Tesman.

- It happens. - How could you waste yourself?

Stop it!

And enter.

Ah, look at those peaks, Mr Lövborg.

What were those strange peaks called again?

The Dolomites.

Great, Miro, but you are...

Your character

is nothing but a petty bourgeois university lecturer.

- Me? - Yes.

You haven't made professor yet, that's why you should wear a suit,

maybe a bow tie.

A little more...

You are... Hedda Gabler is a goddess to you.

A goddess. They all wanted her and you got her.

But you got nothing on her, and you know it.

You try and do everything for her,

but when you try and touch her, your hand freezes.

- Get it? - Got it.

Look at those peaks, Mr Lövborg.

What were those strange peaks called again?

The Dolomites.

That's right, the Dolomites, Mr Lövborg.

- Miro, you just... - Would you...?

You need to say something like,

"Oh, the Dolomites, darling."

- There are pictures of the Dolomites. - A photo album, I didn't get it either.

I'll just come in again.

Ah, look at those peaks, Mr Lövborg.

What were those strange peaks called again?

- The Dolomites. - That's right, the Dolomites.

- Would you like some more punch or cake? - That's kind.

Really heavy and then up.

Maybe we should modernise it?

I've got an idea, how about

I come in holding one of those oversized phones

into which I say my lines?

That's modern,

and also a symbol for the alienation between me and Hedda.

Let's save this for later.

Remember, you're in love.

You're in love with Hedda Gabler.

Tesman also wants Hedda Gabler, but she doesn't want him.

Hedda Gabler does want Eilert Lövborg, but not the scandal.

But that's annoying, Tobias.

You keep thinking, just take Lövborg and run, if you're so unhappy.

- Just go and do it. - That's not what life is like.

- It's psychological realism. - Life isn't like that.

Jen, life is full of contradictions, it's full of them.

That's exactly it. We keep saying, "Why don't I do that?"

Because we don't.

You're the same, I'm the same.

We're afraid. We never do what we...

We just talk crap and do something else.

That's what it's about.

We'll just have to see what happens.

Especially now. That's why we can't go away.

And to a hippie village. You know how that goes.

First a friendly "hello", then a cup of camomile tea,

then they screw you up the arse.

Alma needs to play with other kids.

Emilio's here.

Stop telling me about Emilio.

They have a playgroup there.

They work in the garden together.

I believe our daughter has a right to a certain degree of normality.

And I believe, here, our daughter has the opportunity

of not being completely messed up.

Besides...

according to the latest medical research,

there is an option, dear Lady Julia,

of creating new playmates for little Alma.

It's a very nice procedure,

very enjoyable.

I recommend we start straight away.

Watch closely...

Now you take over, Mr Sebastian.

Sure, with pleasure.

Darling, please.

Can you let me finish this here, please?

But later, right?

Drink.

Well, I guess I'll have to.

What else does it say?

They're pressing charges?

How much?

Does it say what date the summons is for?

OK, thanks. I'll be in touch.

Yes, thanks.

I don't know yet. Bye.

Hello.

I have a registered letter for Africa Duran.

Registered letter for Africa Duran.

A registered letter for Africa Duran!

Yes, that's me.

You write poems and read teen mags

I pump iron and chill smokin' fags

I'm in the park, just smokin' Haze

Or I'm on the Playstation for days

Don Emilio's gonna be a rap superstar

Or I'll just be a killer football playa

Julia says his mum is bringing him up the anti-authoritarian way.

Yes, that wouldn't surprise me.

Don't break the chair, Emilio, Tobias wants to sell it.

It's quite a nice chair.

Some people don't recognise value anymore.

I was like this for years.

Always asking how much things were.

How I could save money.

How I could earn more.

It drives you insane.

Yes. It drives you insane.

Don't keep looking out the window.

Don't be afraid to smile if the situation warrants it.

Don't keep looking out the window.

Don't be afraid to smile if the situation warrants it.

I wouldn't claim the authority to decide what's right or wrong for other people.

I'm not a hippie or a guru or something.

But when this crap system eventually kicks the bucket,

I'll be the first one to cheer.

But the Rocket's not about that.

It's about everyone doing

what they like doing, and shaping it the way they want.

So what's this stuff?

This is 2C-B.

Dimethoxy-4-bromophenethylamine.

It's a bit like LSD.

Since when do drugs have such crappy names?

DMT...

PCP...

DTP...

DTM.

Sounds like file extensions.

Bloody hell, Till, what is this shit?

It'll soon pass.

- Can you feel anything? - No. You?

You don't feel anything?

I don't feel anything either.

Nothing at all. Strange.

I did use the right temperature, 235 degrees.

Take your shoes off.

Did you make this?

That's... nice.

You want me to try these on?

You might get pricked, like you just heard.

I don't get why they're inside out.

Because...

Funny question.

Because the seams will be inside once I do the hemming.

Don't mess about.

Cool, they're great.

Really posh.

I can never tell... oh, damn it.

Didn't it fit earlier?

Check a bit higher up. Go up to the...

I think it's...

You can still alter this, can't you?

It's OK. It's fine.

Am I done then? Great.

Into the lake, you Communist pigs!

Let's hit the water.

Have you had breakfast yet?

Fancy going swimming today?

Breakfast first and then down to the lake.

Fancy that?

Leave me, Mum.

I did have this in my drawer.

- Just five minutes, Mum. - No.

Please.

All right.

Five minutes. But then...

You won't make a big fuss and we'll have breakfast together.

The others are still asleep. You'll wake them.

Can you pass a 15 wrench, please?

Sure, hang on.

There you go.

What are your plans for all this in ten years' time?

I can't even plan the next five minutes.

- I'm serious. - I'm serious, too.

- Can't we talk now? - No, we can't.

My brain is just trying to form a symbiosis with this engine.

So this is the scenario, is it?

Me as the nagging woman and you as the big, lonely man

who has to fix something and is fed up.

Listen. I'm fixing something here, OK?

Then you come in and accuse me of being a man and fixing something?

Have you seen my bike?

- No! - No!

- Where's the rag? - Here.

- You'll be 60 in ten years' time. - Yes.

What I mean is, who'll take care of all this?

We want to be a commune, but no-one thinks further ahead than the next meal.

- Can we discuss this at the next meeting? - No.

I want to talk to you.

But we are talking!

No, we are not. I'm talking and talking, while you...

All you do is react.

You don't think ahead, you've no plan.

You're only interested in sleeping,

- fucking and... - Fixing things!

- Exactly! - Yes, fixing things!

You do realise this can be annoying?

Give me that stupid thing.

Now, then.

Let's see how close we can get.

Stop this.

Dear viewers, you are very lucky to be witnessing this very rare occurrence.

Go away.

We shall now attempt to get a glimpse of the primary reproductive organ.

- Oh, no. - Very funny.

Here's the melon.

There's some cheese.

And here's some salad.

What runs across the table? A runner bean salad.

Can you pass me the spoon?

- What's this? - It was left over. Free and still fine.

Let's see if there's some chutney left.

No, I want the sausage.

Don't eat that, please.

Let the child have some sausage.

I don't want her to eat that.

That's not nice, Alma, come back up, please.

It would have been thrown away, it was free.

I wouldn't even take it for free. Come back up, please.

So you'd have eaten it if it came out of the organic farmer's bin?

Maybe. Alma, please.

But I don't want to.

Can't we all eat what we want?

I don't want to eat it and I don't want my daughter to eat it either.

- Alma, please. - You can't get this organic.

Maybe you can check next time.

We are responsible for Alma.

What?

By the way, don't just take my motorbike.

I'm made to look bad again.

- It's not OK? - No.

We should have asked.

- Say something. - It's just sausage.

Maybe look at yourself instead of others.

So you decide who owns what here now?

What do you mean?

Whatever.

I can take criticism.

Are you going to tell me what I'm allowed to eat?

You can take criticism? Are you joking? Let's try it.

Am I allowed to eat this yoghurt?

You're just an anti-sausage mummy.

You're not even showing responsibility for yourself,

so don't bother lecturing me on my parenting.

Look at those peaks, Mr Lövborg.

What were those strange peaks called again?

The Dolomites.

That's right, the Dolomites.

The Dolomites, Mr Lövborg.

Would you like some more punch?

That's very kind.

Cake?

- Cigarettes? - No, thanks.

Shame you couldn't join us on our honeymoon, Eilert.

Yes, a real shame.

Stop, wait a minute. What's going on here?

You're pleasantly surprised

he doesn't want to take your place.

He wants to find out if she still loves him.

You have to portray this somehow.

And Jen, you're in charge of costumes, he's dressed like a clown.

He's a university lecturer.

He's a total nerd, a petty bourgeois, not a hip hopper.

- You got to fix this. - I'll change it.

All right.

What were those strange peaks called again?

- The Dolomites. - That's right, the Dolomites.

The Dolomites, Mr Lövborg.

Would you like some punch?

- That's very kind. - No.

Cake?

No.

Cigarettes?

No, thanks.

Shame you couldn't join us on our honeymoon, Eilert.

Yes, OK. But why aren't you looking at him, Miro?

Look at him. You're very emotional.

Walk up to him and say,

"What a shame you couldn't join us on our honeymoon, Eilert."

- That's it. - I did look at him.

But you didn't engage with him. And totally under-energized

And...

Jen, you're not engaging either, you need to look at him.

It's a different dynamic when he's present, once he's come in.

It has to come across.

I mean, I know...

I can tell you why this has suddenly got so complicated.

Want me to tell you?

You were screwing each other and spent the day cruising on the motorbike.

Now get it sorted and use it for your acting.

Can we do that now?

I want to see some kind of tension, not a lack of it.

No looking away.

You can't always look away, Miro.

Eilert Lövborg has returned

to ask Hedda Gabler if she loved him back then, that's it.

He is with Hedda Gabler, but he can't really get close to her.

She's entered a marriage of convenience.

But he loves her.

That's exactly it. That's exactly your situation.

- Why don't you use it? - Let's do it then!

Look at those peaks, Mr Lövborg.

Darling, what were those strange peaks called again?

- The Dolomites. - That's right, the Dolomites, Mr Lövborg.

Good.

- Would you like some punch? - That's very kind.

Cake?

- Cigarettes? - No, thanks.

Shame you couldn't make our honeymoon, Eilert.

"Shame you couldn't join us." Stay on it.

Shame you couldn't join us on our honeymoon, Eilert.

And exit.

Tell me one thing, Hedda.

- Till. - Yes?

That's great. But why don't you make use of it?

He said it's a real shame you couldn't come.

Yes.

"You can't... Tell me one thing.

You can't be with this total idiot."

That's what you got to say. Go for it, damn it!

"Tell me one thing, Hedda. Did you love me back then?"

You must go for it. All right? Ask her.

- Was there no love in our relationship? - Do not ask me that.

Not even a glimmer of love?

Love? What love?

No love?

But also no infidelity.

Great. That was 30%. Now give me 100%.

Press her. Approach her physically.

"Hedda..." Hot.

Do you want me to touch her?

Yes, go and sit next to her and press for an answer.

Don't let her evade the subject.

That's it, walk round the front

and sit next to her on the sofa. That's it.

Hedda...

- Was there no love in our relationship? - Do not ask me that.

Not even a glimmer of love?

That's great, Till, and now make her face you.

No love?

Not so rough, more like...

"Please tell me. Was it love back then?" OK?

But that's good.

- How could you do this? - Do not ask me that.

- Grab her shoulders. - Stop it, that's silly.

- He told me to! - But there's no need to exaggerate.

- I'm not exaggerating. - You are.

He said not so rough.

I wasn't rough at all.

- OK, calm down. - Let's do this shit again!

It's fine, everything's fine.

The intensity is great, Jen.

But you're right, damn it.

Intensity doesn't mean he can manhandle me.

We have to get it right. Get it into the bloody characters.

Fine, get it into the characters, but you're confusing it.

- It's totally perverse! - It's life. The acting must reflect it!

So you finally get what it's about.

How hard can it be? Just use the energy.

- You're sick. - Nonsense, I'm not sick.

Use the energy for once, then it'll be right.

But of course you have to lead it and not just grab her.

Shame you couldn't join us on our honeymoon, Eilert.

Yes, it's a real shame.

It really is a shame. A crying shame.

Tell me one thing.

How could you do this?

Do not ask me that.

- You remain distant when we're alone? - Make of it what you will.

Does it affect your love for Jørgen Tesman?

Love? What love?

- No love? - But also no infidelity.

What can she do? I don't get what she's saying.

I've been in a dance ensemble for seven years.

In a "dance" what?

A dance ensemble, it's like a dance group.

And you also do yoga in this dance group?

Yes, I've been doing yoga for 10 years

and taught it for five years

at the Associación Cultural in Jerez de la Fronterra.

We're also looking for pilates, have you done that?

Yes, I did two courses with the Thelassa Pilates Studio in Jerez.

Is Spanish yoga different to German yoga?

Only the language, I guess.

OK, we have all the information.

We'll be in touch, Ms...

Duran.

- Thanks a lot. - Thank you.

- Bye. - Goodbye.

Till? Do you think I'll get that job?

Probably not.

What do you need it for?

Money.

Makes sense.

Do you need money?

As a dancer you're always waiting for your next job,

but you still have to pay rent.

That's why.

How much?

I'm owing 4,700 euros.

Could be worse.

I've done something stupid.

I borrowed the money from the commune.

I know I must pay it back.

No. Thanks, but that's not an option.

Yes, it is.

I'm lending it to you and you can repay me when you've got it.

It's no problem.

No, I can't do that.

I've got the money anyway, you can repay me later.

What do you want to do?

What if the others find out?

Here, take it.

Don't argue, just take it.

What do you mean, "weird"?

Don't you think

that he acts a little weird when he's with her?

"Weird" in what sense?

He just acts differently when he's with her.

Looking at her weirdly.

- Do you mean he's... - No.

- That he could be a... - No.

I don't have any... concrete concerns.

Maybe we should...

No.

I just want us to keep an eye on it, OK?

I won't do it.

Did you hear me? I won't do it.

Well, I can't force you to.

It's sick.

You're sick.

I'll give you your money back.

You can keep it.

I'll tell Miro.

- Oh, really? - Really.

Then I'll tell the others.

I wonder what they'll think about the money.

Step forward.

You have been with us for six weeks now.

And, according to our tradition,

you are a fully-fledged member of the Rocket from this day on.

We have also assigned your spiritual animal.

Welcome.

Till, wait.

As far forward as possible and then reverse, then it'll fit...

- You need to clear the stuff. - Yes.

The other cars need...

Damn it.

- Hello. - Tequila, please.

Don't have any. I got brandy, herb or hazelnut liqueur.

Brandy, please.

I chill in the park, kickin' back

Sunshine hot on my nutsack

Nothing but victims all around me

Rap god Emilio gives Bobfla a poundin'

You write poems and read teen mags Emilio.

Please put that puppet down.

Put that puppet down, Emilio.

Please put that puppet down.

- Hello, look at me. - Hello, let go of me.

- I told you to put that puppet down. - Let go of me.

- Give me the puppet. - Let go.

Give it back. Stay here.

Let go of me, puta!

- What? What did you just say? - Let go of me, you ugly cunt!

Are you out of your mind?

Be quiet, Carmen, just be quiet.

Do you realise you just hit a ten-year-old?

Did you hear what he called me?

It doesn't matter!

Calm down now.

Let's talk about this with Africa, after the performance.

Great, Sebastian. Let's avoid any conflict.

"Calm down now, nothing happened, it was just a tiny smack."

You know what? I'm sick of it.

"Let's talk with Africa later. No arguments."

What are you celebrating?

Are you all right?

No.

Till told me to do it.

What?

Last night at the bonfire.

Till told me to kiss you.

Till lent me money. I'm sorry.

I like you a lot.

Africa?

Your incessant talking! Like a megaphone.

- Better than avoiding all responsibility. - Leave my daughter alone.

- What? - Alma, darling, come here, please.

I don't want you to...

Don't get close to her, OK?

- Got it? - What's wrong?

I'll tell you what's wrong.

It's strange for a grown man

to have pictures of little girls in his drawer.

Yes, that's it.

- You went through my drawer? - I know what's going on.

You think I don't know what's going on?

That picture...

in my cupboard,

in my drawer...

That's my daughter, you asshole.

That's my daughter.

There.

Your son did this. Your son.

Can you say that normally?

"Normally?"

Your son is terrorising us.

He makes our lives hell.

Because of people like you we left in the first place.

That's no excuse to slap him.

She hit Emilio.

I'm not scared of you.

You hit my son?

Yes, while you were at the bar getting hammered.

The only reason I don't beat you up is Alma.

You touch my child? Who do you think you are?

You boss everyone around.

"Do it like this, do it like that."

You dictate everything with your Nazi rules.

At least I'm not scaring off all the men.

Everyone knows you're fucking Tobias, so shut up.

Carmen, what's wrong?

I'm pregnant.

OK, showtime. The place is packed, let's go.

Carmen isn't feeling well.

That's nothing new. We need to start.

Sebastian, can you make it possible?

Thank you.

- How could you do this? - Do not ask me that.

- Still distant when we're alone? - Make of it what you will.

Are you bloody serious?

What do you mean?

You and your bullshit talk. I thought we were friends.

What is it? He gave Africa money so she'd get off with me.

OK, guys. The first part went down a storm.

Let's go. The audience are ready for you.

Break a leg.

Come here.

What's up?

Come here.

There.

Break a leg, have fun, and let the fart out. Come on, now.

Come on. Till, let's go.

- Miro, what's up? - Just getting my jacket.

Tell me one thing, Hedda.

Was there any love in our relationship?

Do not ask me that.

- Still distant when we're alone? - Piss off, you wanker!

Does it affect your love for Tesman?

- Love? What love? - No love...

But also no infidelity.

Right, here's the good stuff.

Cigarettes, punch, Dolomites...

- It's all there. - All there.

Why are you serving us?

Because I just can't help being nice to you.

Would you like some sugar?

What are you doing?

What am I doing? I'm very sorry. What are you doing?

- So you fuck your friends' girlfriends? - That's enough now.

- It's nothing to do with that. - You know what?

You're only interested in your stupid film, then you'll piss off.

Ladies and gentleman, do you know the problem with this whole show?

His film will never be finished.

Because of this cynicism, you'll eventually end up alone.

That's enough!

The even bigger problem with this stupid show is,

that these gentlemen only care about their egos.

They don't care about me.

Thanks a lot, I'm leaving now.

Let's have a big round of applause.

He did resolve the conflict brilliantly.

If any of you has a problem,

- just call Miro, he'll resolve it. - Shut up.

Yes, any conflicts, no problem...

That's enough. Stop it.

Stop it.

Say, Mr Lövborg...

Weren't you going to change your life?

Remember, Ms Elvsted is coming.

- Hi. - I'd like a shot, please.

What do you want?

What have you got?

Brandy, herb or hazelnut liqueur...

- Whisky? - I don't have any whisky.

Just anything, two shots of it.

Thanks.

At least money's not a problem anymore.

- You got plenty, haven't you? - Be quiet.

- No problem, he's got plenty. - Just be quiet.

He's got the money, hasn't he? Do we need any? No problem.

Just be quiet.

You want me to be quiet, but assuming I'm not quiet,

will you then pay me to be quiet?

You think you're so much better than us, don't you?

The oh so sensitive, artistic Miro.

Why don't you just piss off?

Just shut the hell up.

You paid Africa to get off with me. How sick is that?

- Shut up! - Piss off!

- You piss off! - You get on my tits!

Stop it now!

Enough of this crap! I've had it up to here.

I can't listen to your whingeing anymore.

Tobias, watch out!

Oh, crap.

What are you doing?

Stop the car, Tobias. Stop.

- Shut up. - Stop the car.

All of you shut the hell up, you stupid idiots.

Shut up now!

Shut up!

I told you to shut up! Quiet!

I'll call an ambulance.

- Hey, wait. - Let go of me.

- Come on. - Let go of me, Tobias.

You just don't get it, do you?

I don't give a damn, Tobias, I won't be part of this.

- What are you... - Listen to me.

- Have you gone insane? - Shut up now.

I've drunk alcohol.

If you call an ambulance, I'll go to jail, don't you get that?

Go away, get lost!

There was a truck, they called for help by now.

Calm down, it was an accident.

What do you think is going to happen?

They'll shut us down, because of your stupid argument.

It doesn't matter!

It's not about the argument or the accident.

It's about acting responsibly now.

I'm calling an ambulance.

Have you always acted responsibly?

Have you always been honest?

You needed us, you needed us here at the Rocket,

because you couldn't cope out there.

And who took you in?

Who protected you from your crap out there? We did, the Rocket.

That's not the same as running over two people.

I didn't run anyone over.

It was an accident. Do you understand?

A stupid, unfortunate accident.

And I won't allow you or any crap that happened

to destroy what we have here.

I won't let that happen. Do you understand?

Someone wants to say goodbye.

Bye, Marcus.

Bye, Alma.

Good luck.

Of course we also fail here.

But failure and disintegration is just a natural part of it.

I do believe things are different here.

People are trying to do things differently.

And that makes it different.

This, in turn, has made me realise...

that I can change the way things are for me.

If not on a grand scale, then at least for myself.