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What do you think you're doing?

Ah, new watering cans, eh?

What are you doing in there? That's my car!

That's great.

So, let's go! - What?

I'm coming along with you.

You can't just sit into my car. That's against the law!

That's true.

I'm sorry.

Can I ride along with you?

Are you a hitch hiker?

Yeah.

Kind of.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Downtown. -Perfect.

Ok then, you can ride along for some of the way.

Just into town.

You just say stop, okay?

I will.

Could you maybe lend me some money?

Just a few bucks.

Well, okay then.

Two... three...

Five. So...

Seven... Eight....

Thanks.

Can I have another cigarette?

For the road.

She was a very practical woman.

That was the great thing about her.

Always very independent.

"""I'll take care of it."" She said. ""I'll take care of it."""

Always wondered where she got her strength.

Her great energy.

She battled her way through.

Her life wasn't always easy. As you all know.

Times got hard.

And then the accident.... That wasn't easy.

But she got through it.

"""As long as you're with me."" She said to me. ""As long as you're with me, I can do it."""

In the end, she was barely conscious.

Most of the time, she didn't recognize me.

But the day she died...

I sat with her and read to her.

"And then she suddenly turned her head and said,""Hans..."""

"""... I've had enough."""

Thank you.

I have AIDS.

I got infected by a Japanese man.

A what? - A Japanese man!

Thanks. Thanks.

He was my husband's guest.

Looked impeccable. Nice suit, and always bowing.

Very polite. Like all Japanese.

He brought me a bouquet of roses.

And he seemed very nervous when he handed them over.

I noticed right away. He was very nervous.

Well. I took the bouquet from him.

And pricked myself with a thorn.

I looked him in the face, and I saw that he was smiling.

Smiling away with satisfaction.

And then I realized why.

He had soaked the thorns with an AIDS virus.

Coffee?

Dreadful. Dreadful. -The coffee?

This whole occasion. What am I doing here?

It'll be enough to attend my own funeral.

Where would you rather be? I mean, right now?

Soaking in a bath.

Or at the cinema. Watching a Cary Grant movie.

Hm...

Wanna go to the movies together? - Now?

Sure.

I can't just go to the movies with a young rascal like you.

Why not?

We'll just sneak away. Nobody will notice.

I'll go wait outside. In two minutes you get up and follow me.

Just pretend you're going to the bathroom.

Yes... yes....

Change your mind about the movies?

Why would I go to the movies?

I have AIDS.

I got infected by a Japanese man.

A very polite man. - Oh yeah?

Diver?

No.

But why not? Divers are great.

Yeah. Divers are great.

No. - Yes. No. - Yes.

No. - Yes. No. - Yes.

Got enough legroom back there? - All good. Thanks.

You weren't at the church, were you?

I didn't see you there.

No. I couldn't make it.

How was it?

Well...

Nice.

"Very ""Protestant""."

"Oh dear.... - ""God is a gas station."""

Really? That's what he said?

Unfortunately, yeah.

But Hans' speech was very nice.

Yeah. Right.

Very sad.

Well, now he's all alone in that horrible house.

Would you like some?

Try them!

And you're from the Kassel side of the family, right?

Yes, exactly.

How's Georg? - Good.

Really?

I mean, despite the divorce and everything?

Sure, yeah.

Are they talking again?

Uh, no.

And the kids?

They'll be going to him.

"What do you mean, ""they'll be going to him""?"

He told me. Apparently he's getting custody.

Georg's kids are grown up. They moved out years ago.

Custody. I think you're bullshitting.

Sorry. I must have made ....

Get out!

Please, you need to get out now.

Now please get out of the car. - Okay.

Theresa, move over. - Get out of there, now!

Yeah. I will... ..everything's fine..

It's okay, I'm going..

I'm still buckled up, man. - There are children in the car.

Out! - Bye

Take care.

Give me that...

Asshole. - I'm sorry.

Ouch...

Oh, man.

How did you two meet?

Well, it's a bit of a crazy story.

He just rang the doorbell.

He rang the bell and said to Sebastian, that he had an appointment to see me.

I didn't know.. - You couldn't have.

People show up here unannounced all the time.

Anyway. When I got home, there was a stranger sitting on my couch.

I ask him what he wants. He says his name is Paul and he'd like to live here for a while.

There's enough space here.

That's actually what he said.

There's enough space here.

And you said yes? - No.

I thought he was a little disturbed.

Bipolar perhaps.

An uncle of mine, has it too.

Walks through the city center thinking he's Jesus. Not much you can do really.

Yeah. In any case, we had... I made him some tea.

And we had a chat.

And suddenly it was evening and we were on our third bottle of wine.

And we talked and talked.

A wonderful guy really.

How long did he stay here for?

Four, five weeks.

Quite a long time.

Yeah.

I'm very ill. Got Cancer.

It really sucks.

I had just started my first chemotherapy session.

It sort of takes away your joy for life.

It was all a bit too much for Sebastian.

I'm glad Paul was here.

Without him... I don't know if I could have managed.

Have you got a seashell?

No. Sorry.

Can I take a beer?

Have you got a seashell?

I want to listen to the sound of the sea.

Here you go.

Can I take a beer now?

Are you Karl?

Yeah.

Cool.

Hi. - Hi.

I like your new song.

Ah... yes, thanks.

I listen to it all the time. It's awesome, really.

Oh, I'm glad. Thanks.

It's so...

It's really quite physical. You know? It...

It really sinks in. So...

..deep in there.

Oh, nice. That's really good.

I'm just gonna take a look around. I haven't done my round yet.

Yes. Sure.

Sorry about that. So, which one is the host?

Flo.

And which one is Flo?

Him.

The tall one? - Yup.

Is he nice? Looks alright.

Do you think so?

Isn't he nice?

Who the hell are you?

Paul.

I'm a friend of a friend.

Morning!

Morning.

Is Flo up yet? - Nope.

Shall I wake him?

Breakfast is ready. - Okay.

Hey. I think your dad's in the kitchen.

Fuck! I had better get a move on.

Who's here? - Your father.

Oh no.

Don't you want some breakfast? - No way.

Who are you?

Paul.

Uh-huh. And what are you doing in my kitchen?

Making... breakfast?

Seriously. What are you doing here?

I figured after a party like that... - I don't know you.

Well, I don't know you either. It doesn't matter.

Yeah? Get the fuck out of here! - Hey, relax.

Lets have breakfast together and then I'll be on my way.

Here.

Sit!

Were you at the party?

With who? - By myself.

I heard some music and I just walked in.

Do you do this kind of thing often?

Sort of. Yeah.

Don't get me wrong. But are you a bum or something?

Bum?

Okay. A homeless person, a tramp, a wanderer, that sort of thing?

Those are my options?

Unfortunately, yes. - Okay.

Here. You can have this.

So, where are you off to? - To Lodz

Łódź! - Pardon?

LÛdz! - To Łódź then.

What will you be doing there?

An Erasmus semester. I signed up for it by accident.

That was nice too.I was in Ulm with a group of senior citizens.

Visiting loads of churches.

They were like penguins.

"""Ah yes. Oh indeed, yeah..."""

How long have you been wandering around? - Almost four months.

What made you do it?

I mean, had you always planned to?

No. Not at all.

It just sort of happened.

"What do you mean ""just happened""?"

I was cycling to work. Got off my bike somewhere along the way...

..and I just walked off.

I'm taking that turn over there. Ok?

I'll take this turn and we'll use the country road to Łódź.

Cool.

Fuck!

Freedom!

Dude...

Fuck.

Okay. I understand. Thank you, thank you. Yes, Ciao.

This is bullshit. - What's the matter?

I don't have roadside assistance.

Fucks sake.

Any old planks around here?

What do you need planks for?

I don't really know. I don't know much about this sort of thing.

Can't we do something using leverage?

Hello Mrs. Zeise.

This is Ulrich Klinger. Do you have a minute?

Any news? - Yes.

And?...

... he was in Hamburg a month ago.

Lived with an art collector.

Yeah, and there's a bit of a gap before that. All I know is that he was in Berlin.

Apparently, he's been out on the street for a while...

Yeah. He was homeless, so to speak.

Does it make any sense to you?

Not really.

No.

Is it a psychological problem? - Yeah, maybe.

Or perhaps not? - No.

Doesn't look like it, as far as I can tell.

This is bad. But I was almost hoping you'd just say he's not well.

He's lost his mind or whatever.

Of course. It's hard to say, as I don't have more information.

I...

... can't give you much hope. Not at the moment anyway.

Berlin is a no-no. - Yeah? Well, then... Kiel.

Kiel? - Why not? - Kiel is a dump!

Why? The sea... - Have you ever been there? I was there once.

And I swear, it's the worst city in the world. - Yeah, all right.

What are you studying?

What would be your guess?

Cultural Studies? - Shit.

Really? - Yes, unfortunately.

Why unfortunately? - Because it's a totally pointless subject.

You don't have to study it.

That's all that came to mind.

And, you know, the people are nice. - Uh-huh.

I beg your pardon? Uh-huh? - Uh-huh is Uh-huh.

I know that's the worst answer in the world. Before that, I was studying to be a teacher.

It sucked too.

Uh-huh. - Fuck you!

I really enjoyed the trip.

Thank you so much.

All the best!

Want another smoke? - No, I'm quitting.

I can make you a sandwich. Wouldn't want you to starve to death.

Now listen, Lenny.

Remember how I told you...

What?

Stop it, please.

Use the fork.

Don't put that.. You're really...

I gave you a fork.

Where's the fork?

Thrown away?

Then eat with your hands.

Listen.

A time will come when I'm not around.

Then you'll be on your own.

Alone. Without me.

Are you listening to me?

You have to be strong. The world is a whore. She'll eat you up.

She'll eat you up.

Now, see this guy?

He's perfect.

Come on, come on.

No. Shit, man. Go! Go!

Hi.

Hi.

Come on, get on with it!

Take out the knife.

Faster, man.

For fucks sake. Faster! Take out the knife!

Sorry, I'm leaving, okay?

Just relax... - Okay.

... and help my friend, okay? - Okay.

Understand?

Go.

Come on, come on. One thing after the next.

Bag, trouser pockets, wallet. Find his money.

Hurry.

Shit, there's nothing there. Trouser pockets!

Anything there? Yes?

Fuck it.

Doesn't he have anything?

Do you like his shoes?

You want the shoes?

Nice shoes? Your size? Shoes!

No. Sorry.

Please, don't.

I need my shoes. I need...

Hello?

Hey wake up. Hello!

Are you coming with us? - What?

Are you coming with us? - Yes.

Then please.

Are you his friend?

I don't speak Polish.

You can visit , if you want.

Do you know his family?

No. - The wife?

No.

Do you like to stay with your friend tonight?

I can get you ....

... a bed.

Yes.

Okay. - Thank you. Thank you very much.

Okay.

Hello.

The city is singing.

Can you hear it?

Well, I offered him to crash here for a bit, but he didn't want to.

What?

I'm still wondering why you took him with you?

What was in it for you? - Well, nothing.

He's a funny guy. I liked him. - And he liked you?

Yeah.

I think so. Yeah.

You think I let him take advantage of me? - Yes.

Unfortunately, yes.

I've been following him for quite a long time. Always the same old story, really.

Paul just shows up. He's charming. Stays for a while. Takes what he wants.

And whenever he gets fed up, he just leaves.

Have you any idea where he wanted to go? - Nope.

Did he not mention anything?

I phone his wife almost every day.

She knows nothing about her husband, since he disappeared.

It's pretty tough on her.

So...

If you know anything.

He wants to go to Kiel.

Kiel? - Yeah.

What for?

Don't know. He wants to meet someone. Next week.

Do you know who?

Aha. And where?

How should I know?

Your friend has a....

... cerebral infarct.

He will die.

Okay.

You stay?

Yes.

Mrs. Zeise....

Hello?

Hello. I can't hear you.

What's all the noise?

Hello? Are you still there?

I think I know where Paul is.

Really?

Yes.

Apparently he's on his way to Kiel.

It would be good if you could come. - Of course, sure.

Okay. Thanks.

No big deal.

One more thing. Would you have another cigarette? - Don't push it!

Latte? Capuccino? Espresso? Crema? - No, just a normal filter coffee.

Filter coffee. M, L, XL?

Middle.

For me too. Where do you keep the sugar?

Can't drink this stuff otherwise. - Sugar? It's right over here.

That'll be 6,20 EUR. - Thank you.

Do you know how long a cat can survive without food?

No. No idea.

But have a guess? What would you think?

More than two days, probably, right?

I googled it. But there was nothing about Norwegian Forest Cats. Only regular cats.

They survive quite well. But Norwegian Forest Cats are extremely overbred and a bit fragile. Right?

Your cat? - No, it's in Kiel.

No. I mean, is the cat yours?

No. It's my mother's friends. I can stay at their place if I feed the cat.

Now I'm running late and I don't know if it's still alive.

Bloody cat.

Give it to me, please.

I'm Nele.

Paul.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

I don't have a car. - So how did you get here? Hitch-hiked or what?

Mhm.

Are you a pervert?

What? - If you're not a pervert, I'll give you a ride.

I'm not a pervert. - Are you sure?

You look like you're not so sure. - I am sure.

Let's be clear about that. - Yes. Absolutely.

Riding along doesn't mean we're going to fuck.

Understood. - Good.

Oh, shit. - What's up?

I think I sat into something.

Really? - Yes. My ass is totally wet.

Well, stand up. - I can't.

What do you mean you can't? - What if it's dog shit or something.

What kind of a dog craps on a bench, please!

I don't know. A Rottweiler. Or a Great Dane?

If anything only birds poop on benches. Maybe it's swan shit.

Now, stand up!

Oh no.

So tell me. What is it?

Ketchup! - You're kidding me.

Yeah. And a french-fry. - Yeuch.

And a menu stuck to your ass. - Oh, shit.

Oh boy. Come on.

Don't you have any bags? - No. It's gone.

"What do you mean ""gone""? Lost or what?"

Kind of.

Shit.

Pants off! - It's almost gone.

It's not gone at all. Pants off!

That was a good thing I did there. Don't you think that was good?

He was really small. Bald and everything. And his belly hung over his belt.

It literally hung down. - Yes. I got it.

Like a lump of dough. But I loved him anyway. Really loved him.

That was very democratic of me. Right?

So, do you have another croissant for me or something?

Look in the door compartment. There might still be some salad in there.

Just kidding. - Okay.

Is it cold?

What kind of ugly suit is that?

I inherited it.

I don't believe a word.

I borrowed it. - You're lying. I like liars.

Man, that stupid cat!

She'll probably die. She's dying right now.

What am I gonna do?

Me-owwwww....

Wanna go for a swim?

Not me.

Are you gay? - No.

Are you sure? - Yes.

Then why don't you want to go for a swim? I just might go in naked.

Are you gonna swim naked? - Are you crazy?

Will we go?

What's wrong with you now?

I'm tired.

Can I please take a picture of you? Please, please.

Nah. - Please, pretty please. This just looks so pretty.

I hope she's alive. Hopefully, hopefully, hopefully, she's alive.

Could you please unlock the door? I can't bear it.

Is she alive? Say something.

She's dead, isn't she? Shit.

Great, isn't it?

I don't know what your plans are. But you can stay here if you want.

Do you want to? - Gladly.

Do you have any money?

73 cents and 18 zloty. - Really? Damn.

I secretly hoped you might be rich. A kind of deluxe bum or something.

Shit.

There are some really cool shirts here.

Here.

Here.

Here.

It's all ours now.

And?

Here. Homemade.

Oh, that's great. Thanks very much.

I'm just gonna park the car.

Should I take you with me? - Maybe it would be better.

So that I don't get lost. - Exactly.

Or I'll have to search for you, too.

And your wife? - She was great.

"She is great. - If you say ""great"" one more time."

Nah.

I don't miss any of it.

Does she know where you are?

You're a bit of an asshole.

Are you happy, Pauly?

I don't know.

It's a stupid question.

If one is happy?

You only get sad because you always think, that you could actually be happy...

... and you're just not, because you're doing something wrong.

Shall we get going?

I'd like to pay.

The lady is paying?

I'm just gonna go to the bathroom.

See you shortly, darling.

He used to be my math teacher.

After school we'd always go into the woods together. - 26 Euro please.

And when he dropped me home, I always had little bits of leaves in my hair.

And those weird curly things that also grow on trees.

Thanks.

Keep the change.

Yes?

Am I interrupting?

No. Not at all.

Would you like a drink?

All right. We've got beer, or wine or juice.

Beer would be nice.

You look different somehow.

In what way?

Softer.

Last time we met, I found you, I don't know, a little bit...

... brittle.

Brittle?

Well, thank you. That was a compliment, right?

Yeah. That was supposed to be a compliment.

Do you really think we'll find him?

I hope so, yeah.

And what will I say?

You mean, when we find him?..

I keep thinking about what I would say.

Pig?

All this effort just to insult someone.

Do you have the keys?

Yes. Just a second.

What are you doing ? - Come on

What if she comes back? - She won't be back so soon.

And how do you know that? - You can just tell.

You really can just tell.

Where did you learn that handbag trick? - I don't know.

That wasn't just spontaneous. - Of course it was spontaneous.

That's what makes me so cool.

Do you think I'm pretty?

Yeah.

Seriously, you think I'm ugly. And it would be true. I am.

Ugly, ugly, ugly.

Say something!

Tell me about yourself.

I can tell you my three greatest fears, I was thinking about them recently.

Okay.

Firstly, that I'm going to die.

Secondly...

... that all that I say and am...

is actually not understood by anyone.

Thirdly?

Thirdly, that I can never just find my way into something normal..

That I just cant make it work..

Because I can't see it through.

Because then I'm always somewhere else.

I'm just never there.

I don't understand.

What?

Where are'nt you?

You stupid old man.

You smell disgusting.

Oh, boy.

Shit!

Sorry, may we? - Good evening.

Did you sleep well?

Are you pretending to read, or are you really reading?

I'm pretending.

That's very nice of you.

We'll just stay and live here.

Okay. - You can get a job. At the harbour.

On a shrimp cutter. Or as a gardener.

Gardener sounds good.

But we won't fuck!

Can I ask you a quick question? - Sure.

We're looking for a friend. - I hope nothing has happened or anything.

The one down there. Have you seen him? - This guy here? No.

Do you know this person?

He's a handsome one. No. Unfortunately not.

Are you sure?

Sweetheart. If I had seen him before I'd surely remember.

Nothing?

This is going nowhere.

I'm going home tomorrow.

Honestly. I spent a year in the looney bin. Isolation. Hardcore stuff.

And now you don't believe me. - No.

I'm borderline and depressed and everything. I really have a lot of issues.

Have you got a smoke? - Seriously. I'm pretty fucked up.

From now on I'll always light them up for you.

So that your life will finally be a bit easier.

Man, my knickers are pinching me.

Do you get that too? Men must must always have that pinching sensation.

There's a lot more to get tangled up down there.

Five euros. - I don't want it.

Six euros. - I'm not wearing that cap.

Ten euros.

Okay, thirteen.

Thirteen. And a kiss from one of us.

If they all have that in their lives. All of them. All that shit.

This is very abstract. Right?

No. - What, no?

You can't just say no to that.

Imagine you're him.

Imagine you're sitting there all alone in that China nightmare. And you're feeling sorry for yourself because nobody loves you.

But he looks like a nice guy.

But that's not what I'm talking about. - I think he looks really kind.

That's not what I mean.

I mean, every human being is a world. That's what I mean.

Why are you laughing now?

Yeah, because that's crap. - I know.

A load of crap. - I can't help it. It's still true though.

It's hard to gather spilled water.

Mine says: Wear green on Monday. It'll bring you luck.

Tell me something about you.

About me? - Yes. I don't even know who you are.

Well...

...I live alone.

And work hard.

All the time, really.

I don't know. I don't have any hobbies or anything.

I hardly go anywhere.

I used to travel more often.

Like, really far away.

To Morocco.

To India. - Really? You've been to India?

Yes, at the Ashram. - No.

Yes, visiting Osho. - Really?

I was a real hippie. - And then what?

How did you change from hippie into private detective?

I don't really know.

Well, I just sort of..

...adapted into the role.

Almost done.

You need to stay still.

Keep still!

This feels beautiful.

You find it beautiful?

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, BEAUTIFUL!

That'll do, I think.

It will do perfectly.

Hey?

When we leave here...

... will you come with me?

We could take your car and drive to Denmark.

Or we could go to Italy.

Maybe to Denmark too.

Denmark is great.

Are you coming?

Sleep tight, Paul.

That would be totally nice, wouldn't it?

Let's take your car. And then....

Morning, Paul.

Did you sleep well? - Sort of.

And you? - Sort of.

I just got a call from my mom's friends They'll be back today.

You have to leave.

Are you staying here?

Will we tidy the place up a bit?

Take care. Okay? - Yes. Bye!

Nice cap.

Thanks.

It suits you.

I didn't recognize you at first.

Do I know you?

Nah.

What am I gonna do now?

Could you lend me some money? Just a few bucks.

Good luck to you.

Yeah.