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Do you think anyone saw us?

Who cares?

Kiss me.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

I think someone is there.

Let's get dressed.

Did you feed the cat again?

Me? No.

Cat, you've got to stay outside!

Yeah, yeah.

I know, I know.

Go see the British neighbours.

Go on!

Go!

Hey!

What's going on?

Okay. Let's stay calm.

We'll play along and in a few minutes, they'll be gone.

You can speak German.

Are you on holiday here?

Yes, our parents are waiting in the car.

Well?

How much? - 30, 35.

Yes, and the mobile phones. That's all we have.

That's it?

Yes. - Yes.

But that's hardly worth the fright, now is it?

Maybe you can find someone else to rob.

Yes? - Yes.

That's enough. Please go now!

No.

Why should we go now?

Calm down. Calm down.

Calm down.

Okay, you can take this, but then you go, okay?

Look, I don't have to do a thing and I still get presents.

Get out of here!

I hear you. - That's enough!

Oh yeah? -Yeah.

Come on. We've had our fun. Let's go.

No. The fun's just started!

Sorry, I...

I didn't mean it like that.

Please. Please go now.

Come on, let's go.

What didn't you mean?

Nothing.

Nothing. - No.

Then I guess we can stay.

How about you two continue where you left off before?

What? - Back at the beach.

That was hot.

How about you two fuck and we jerk off to it?

Then we'll go. - You know what?

I think you'll leave now.

You're crazy!

Malte, Malte!

What’s your name?

Look at me! -Undress!

Listen to me. Take our stuff and go, okay?

You won, okay?

Undress!

Do you understand me?

Undress!

Forget it, asshole!

Stop it!

Stop it!

We have to talk to them.

There's no talking to them.

Didn't you understand me?

Lay her on her back.

And then fuck her.

Sleep with me. - What?

To hell with it.

Come on.

Hey.

Focus on me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

It’s okay.

I can't.

It’s okay.

It's okay...

Well, this isn't the show I was expecting.

It’s enough, dude.

Let’s just go.

No!

No!

Please don't!

No! No!

Don't!

The cable! The cable!

No!

Long pass! Very good!

Very good!

Morning. -Morning.

Morning. -Morning.

See you later.

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL COUPLE

The song sucks, Lydia!

Listen carefully.

Now this crap is gonna be stuck in my head all day.

Lydia, turn it down.

How can a song can get stuck in your head

although you think it's terrible?

Okay, the song is 3 minutes and 42 seconds long.

The lyrics are about a guy on the phone with a girl.

She tells him she's gonna be late

although he's already long gone.

The lyrics are a critique on modern society

because we're always on the phone and never meet.

Think about that until next class.

Who's turn is it next week?

Well, we can't wait!

Well done! - Thanks.

How do you feel now?

Sad that it's over.

But good, too. It feels right.

Just reach out in six weeks.

We can book another session if you want. - Okay, I'll do that.

May I hug you?

Of course.

Thanks for everything.

He's laying into you! Shoulder back!

Stop.

Shall I turn the music down?

No, it’s fine.

Still have a lot to do?

Yes. But not for tomorrow.

Why?

What's the occasion?

Let’s drink first!

My therapy is over.

I’m officially healed, since today.

Sorry.

I’m glad you’re here.

Me too.

Everything okay?

Yes.

Should I turn on some music?

Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Thanks a lot, that was our last song.

Help the club and order beer,

or we’ll have to start charging entry, and that'd be wrong!

Okay, bye!

Hey!

You guys are cute. - Cute?

Yeah, cute in terms of "cute".

Fuck you!

I will later!

I'll be right back. - Hurry up!

I will.

Cool! - Thanks.

Beer? - Beer!

Hey!

One shawarma, please.

With salad?

Yup. - Which sauce?

What do you have?

Herbs, garlic, spicy.

All three. - Somebody's hungry!

We had one plate and 2 Cokes. - That'll be 10.20, please.

Here. - Thanks.

Thanks, habibi! - Bye, have fun!

So, one shawarma?

Hey, hey!

That, my friend, was some real rock 'n' roll!

But I drank too much.

Don't stop now.

I just saw the guy who raped my wife.

Around the corner.

At Dunya.

Malte...

He's got a girlfriend.

A pretty girl.

What girlfriend?

Nobody. Sleep on.

On an on...

Okay.

Let's go kick the shit out of him.

Fuck! I don't even know where he is!

Mr. Brinkmann!

Got a minute for a beer with me?

Everything okay? - Yes.

Don't stop!

Don't dawdle.

Good morning! - Good morning!

Can you please close the door, Rebekka?

Where did we leave off last class?

Clara?

"The Physicists" by Dürrenmatt, Ms Brinkmann.

Can you be a bit more specific?

Hello.

I owe you money.

For a shawarma. From yesterday.

Yesterday? -Yes.

How much is it? - With salad?

Yes. - Three euros.

Do you remember the young couple

that paid yesterday right after I ordered?

They had a big plate with...

I'm not sure what it was.

And two Cokes.

Both in their 20s. She had shoulder-length hair.

I don't know.

I chose the 2nd movement of Beethoven's 7th symphony.

So,

in April 1812, Beethoven was told by his doctor

that he was going deaf.

At first he wanted to kill himself...

Where have you been?

Out for a drink.

Sleep well!

So, this means "okay".

Then there's "go down", "go up" and this,

which is totally confusing. It's not "hello", it's "distress".

"Distress"? Is that a word?

Yes, "distress." - And "help" is a different sign?

That's waving too. - "Hey, nice to see you!

A moray eel is biting my arse!" - Why is a mane biting you?

Not "mane", "moray".

That’s a sea snake.

When's the exam? - In a week.

Won't you be still here?

The theoretical exam is here. The practical one is in Croatia.

Can I watch something? - You wanna watch something?

I want to learn to dive too! Then dive to sunken boats and things.

Haven't you been on holiday since?

No. -I'm sorry.

Guys, everything’s burning!

Malte, give me a hand!

A nice sausage? Half a cow?

No, thanks.

Did I miss something?

You know, at some point you have to decide:

Are you going to ruin your life with fear and accusations

because you've ran into three assholes?

Or are you just going to move on? - Liv, you don't have to say anything.

Yeah, but it's crazy! No matter who you ask,

nearly everyone apologizes for being assaulted.

"I shouldn't have been out so late."

"I shouldn't have dressed that way." "I didn't see the danger."

"We shouldn't have had sex on the beach." And on and on.

Humans like to feel guilty.

Because when we make a mistake,

it’s easier to tell ourselves

we’ll do it better next time.

But the point is, you didn't do anything wrong.

Malte didn't do anything wrong.

I didn't do anything wrong. Shit happens.

It’s as frighteningly simple as that.

I’m talking too much. - Not at all.

Cheers.

Cheers. - Cheers.

Liv? - Yes?

You don't need to tell people everything.

Does it bother you?

No, not at all. I’m just saying...

You don't have to.

I’m sorry.

I thought I should make a statement.

Hello!

Hello.

Looking for someone?

No. Nobody's home.

What's going on? - Nothing.

For your information, the Muellers are on holiday!

Hey, stop it. He probably knows Klauser.

I'll get you, son of a bitch!

I know who you are.

Oh yeah?

If you destroy my life, I'll destroy yours!

I'll kill you!

Hi. - Hi.

What happened there?

Boxing.

Jesus! You guys don't usually beat each other up like that.

Where were you all that time?

I got held up in school.

And then I had to talk to Ben about the band.

Malte. - What?

I had a drink with Ben at Querschlag.

We waited for you. I left a message on your mailbox.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nope.

Nothing you need to worry about.

I'd like to decide that for myself.

Sorry, but you can't even come up with a proper excuse.

Are you meeting someone? - What?

You heard me.

Nonsense! - Oh?

Just don't ask.

"Just don't ask"?

We learned "I statements" in therapy, so here goes:

I feel upset because something's wrong and I don't know what it is.

Now it's your turn.

What would you say if those...

... guys got caught?

What do you mean?

Mallorca.

Tell me. - Nobody fucking cares anymore.

Sure, but...

What if they showed up again?

I don't want anything to do with it anymore.

Should they just get away with it? - Of course not,

but I’m not keen on running into them, if you know what I mean.

Where is this coming from?

Stop it.

Here and now.

That's all that counts.

I saw him.

Who? - Him.

I happened to run into him.

At the takeaway around the corner from Querschlag.

With his girlfriend.

And then I followed him.

That's not funny, Malte.

No.

I don't think so either.

He lives over there.

4th floor.

Liv! He's coming.

That's not him.

There’s an order for you.

I can't believe it.

Okay, let's get out of here.

Liv, come on!

We have to go to the police, right?

He caught me.

Following him.

He said, he’d get revenge

if we report him.

You talked to him? Are you insane?

What did he mean by "get revenge"?

Our conversation wasn’t that detailed.

Is there a DNA sample?

No.

But I was there. I can testify to everything.

That won’t help much.

If they're not tormented by remorse, they'll cover for each other.

Don't get me wrong, rape is serious issue.

The police will investigate, with house searches and everything.

I'm sure we can prove they were in Mallorca at the time.

Maybe even more. I just don't want to get your hopes up.

What kind of sentence would they get? If we were successful?

It'd probably go to a juvenile court, so anything's possible.

For example?

One year of detention, then community service.

Maybe even at a women's shelter.

Let's forget about that guy.

I'm serious.

We forgot him once, we can do it again.

If we need a toilet lid, we’ll go to a different hardware store.

Liv, you...

You don't know what you're saying.

You said he had a girlfriend? -Yes.

So he has no reason to rape anybody again.

Liv! Stop it!

I'm not scared of him.

Yes,

you are.

And so am I.

Malte!

Promise me you’ll leave him alone.

Promise me.

... so the new molecules

get in your bloodstream, and then what?

No ideas?

The effect of the acetylsalicylic acid inhibits the prostaglandin H2 synthesis.

I can make a diagram.

Shortly before the catalytic centre, the acetylsalicylic acid transfers...

... an acetyl radical to an amino acid and the enzyme is permanently inactivated.

Very good.

Do I get a star?

I stopped giving out stars in the 3rd grade.

Shit! - Just keep playing, Clara.

Yes, I know.

It’ll work now.

Let's call it a day.

Then Clara can practice a little.

I'm just so angry.

I can't force you, but I would go to the police right away.

You know how I was able to deal with it so well all this time?

Because I'd forgiven him.

I just told myself they were three stupid boys

who had taken too many drugs.

And I imagined him haunted by his guilty conscience.

Writing me endless apology letters

which he can't send because he doesn't know where I live.

Forgiveness often works if you can rewrite history into something positive.

Just like you did in your fantasy.

But nobody can expect you to find something positive in being raped.

Go to the police.

I'm with you. We can do it.

Didn't you buy any basil?

Isn't there any on the balcony?

Yes, but it's dried out.

I'll take a look.

You're right, it's dead.

Want to try?

It's good.

A little salt maybe.

Did you see your therapist again?

How did you know?

Your calendar was open, lying on the table.

Since when do you look in my calendar?

It was lying open on the table. - That's no excuse.

You know, I...

We can't spend the rest of our lives running from something!

I'm not running. -You are.

No, I'm not. - Yes you are! You are.

Okay, listen up.

Back in Mallorca,

you were my Malte, stuck in that hell with me.

Yeah, shit happens.

I've never blamed you for any of this!

But dragging this guy back into my life is the shittiest move ever.

What should I have done?

Never mentioned it?

Yes! That would’ve shown some balls!

It's like you're a cat bringing me a dead mouse,

proud as hell for achieved something!

Salt...

Block, Malte!

I told you so! - Sorry!

Don't be sorry for landing a punch.

Stop. stop, stop, stop!

Excuse me, do you have a light?

Thanks.

Do you work here?

German, biology, sports, for all grades.

But you're finished for today?

Yes.

And you?

I'm measuring your auditorium. Room acoustics.

Because of the renovation? - Exactly.

Want to help me for a minute?

It won't take long.

Everywhere exposed concrete, metal and high ceilings.

No wonder you can't hear the poems during the Christmas party.

Wanna try?

Point to the ceiling and fire. I'll measure the echo.

I could do it with loud speakers, but this is more fun.

Okay.

I'll get ear protection.

Thanks.

Like this?

Yes.

Go!

You can’t laugh.

What? - You can’t laugh!

It's still recording.

Again.

Go!

What are your plans for tonight?

Why do you ask?

Well, I could invite you for a cola.

A cola?

I could’ve said "a drink", but...

it sounds sort of stupid.

Cola sounds like a kid's birthday party.

True, but it’d be fun to go to a kid's birthday party again.

Everyone gets a seat with a name tag,

you get to wear a costume

and at the end you play games.

You know, I'd love to drink a cola with you.

We chat. You tell me about a party where you dressed as a butcher.

How nobody wanted to dance with you because

the ketchup on your shirt started to smell.

And then we switch from cola to vodka.

Then we fool around and start getting silly,

because nobody wants to feel stupid after a one night stand,

and it'll probably lead to a one night stand.

But we don't give a shit, because we’re so drunk.

Well, I've never dressed up as a butcher.

Never mind.

I need to mail all the data to the architects, anyway.

Stay.

Kiss me.

No sweat. I just want to know how it feels.

Come on.

Slowly.

Sorry, I'm doing something stupid.

It was nice meeting you.

Same here.

Hello.

Hello.

What can I get you?

A beer, please.

What's your name?

Jenny.

Jenny.

Like Pirate Jenny?

Who's "Pirate Jenny"?

Pirate Jenny from Threepenny Opera?

She's a maid in a cheap hotel.

But what nobody knows is that she’s the lover of a great pirate.

And one day he anchors his ship with "8 sails and 40 canons",

and wipes out everyone who's ever done his Jenny wrong.

I like that.

You must have a pirate, too. Huh, Jenny?

What?

A boyfriend. - Yup!

I'm already taken.

It was just a question. - Doesn't hurt to ask.

May I ask you something else? - Sure.

Do you love him?

I mean, your pirate.

Anything else would be a waste of time.

Is he good to you?

The only guy worth shedding a tear for, is the one that never makes you cry.

A few tears are unavoidable, but you'll realize when you're older.

Man, that sounds pretty sad!

Married?

Yup.

Not going so well?

We also have our ups and downs.

For example,

we just moved in together and he already wants to move.

Even though I painted the whole flat!

Why does he want to move? - Come on. Too much information.

Please.

They want him to be more flexible, to live closer to work.

"More flexible!"

At a hardware store?

Do you know what your boyfriend did?

Two years ago, your boyfriend raped my wife.

What?

We'd nearly forgotten about it.

We'd both done therapy.

Hers was even longer than mine.

And then I see you guys at the takeaway.

On June 2nd, near Hansaring. And I thought:

Everything will be sorted out.

He’ll go to jail.

And we'll finally have some peace.

But that’s not what happened.

I made a fool of myself, again.

I’m having you thrown out.

I’m taking a break.

Can I take one already? -Sure.

Want one too?

No, thanks.

It's actually quite nice here, when everyone's inside, right?

I feel like the whole world sees we can't handle this, except us.

Can't handle what?

Everything, don’t you think?

I talked to his girlfriend.

Oh?

It wasn’t planned.

I'd already involved you too much. You said that yourself.

You promised me to leave the guy alone.

I can't pretend nothing happened! I can't!

Stay calm.

I just want to talk.

Stay calm.

Stay calm.

Your boyfriend ran to my girlfriend and told her everything.

You’ve won.

Now it’s over.

Liv?

What are you doing?

He was here.

He was here in the flat.

Liv.

Liv! - Wait, wait.

How does he know where we live? How does he know that, Malte?

Where are you going?

That was beautiful. - I have to work.

Hey. It was two years ago. I was super drunk.

Should I turn myself in?

Why?

Why did you do it?

Because I could.

What do you want now?

Where is he?

Where? Where!

No idea!

Hey! Hey! Look at me!

We’ll find a way out of this mess, okay?

Don't fuck this up, Malte.

Okay. We’ll call the cops

and your boyfriend will confess!

Fuck!

What's there to confess?

Slowly! Slowly!

Careful! I’ll help you.

Markus, call downstairs!

One, two, three.

Get an emergency CBC.

And you go to the waiting area!

You conduct to channel 12. - Will do.

Let them know we need an anaesthetist...

Excuse me.

Would you like to leave your contact info?

He might want to thank you. You saved his life.

No, thank you.