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Without a reservation, we won't get a table anywhere.

- I really tried my best. I could... - We know you did, Helga.

- Sure, but I wanted things to be perfect. - Things are perfect!

Isn't there a currywurst stand around here somewhere?

- Sure. That way, up Ku'damm. - Great.

Great, then let's go to the currywurst stand.

- I'm hungry. - You can't be serious.

Now, girls... Wait a moment, girls. This is utterly mortifying.

Christmas Eve at a currywurst stand?

Jesus was born in a stable, Mother.

- We have to go that way. - That way.

You're right.

We'll make the best of it. But next year...

I'll handle all the arrangements again.

Mother!

Mother!

Mother! Oh, God!

- Mother, Mother! - Mother!

Can someone call a doctor? Call a doctor! Please!

Mother!

Help!

Help!

FIVE HOURS EARLIER

What are you looking at? Chill out!

KU'DAMM 63 PART 1

BASED ON A CONCEPT BY ANNETTE HESS

Friederike, stop that!

Simply impossible.

Wolfgang, are you ready? I promised Mother we'd be on time.

The roast needs at least two hours in the oven.

- Yes, of course. - Friederike, I told you to stop that!

Now, Wolfgang!

Just a second.

Okay. I'll see you later.

- Eva, it's Christmas Eve. - Jürgen.

Let's not keep going back and forth about our arrangement again.

It's better this way.

I'll give everyone your love. Don't worry. Merry Christmas.

EMBARK AT THE BACK

Yes, well, in any case,

I'm pleased that my article sparked some controversy.

Yes.

Well, believe me, if there was any agreement on that point,

it would be the end of democratic debate.

If I'd had a little more time, I'd have sent it to you already.

I'm working on the last chapter. Yes.

I've brought the two narrative arcs together.

The reader will get it. Trust me. What?

Eckstein... I'll call you back.

- Really? - Yes.

Finally.

- Not too tight. - Sorry.

I don't understand you guys.

London is where it's at, and you're opening this little shack in Berlin.

When were you last in London?

Your aunt asked me to her private birthday party.

Now Merseybeat... That's where it's at, Freddy.

You have to go to Soho! Earth to Freddy!

- Soho! - Hey, forget Soho.

Berlin's where everyone wants to go, man.

They're all going to stand on this stage. This is where the music plays, baby.

- Merry Christmas! - Monika, Joachim, Dorli!

- How nice that you finally made it. - Hello, Grandma.

- Helga needs help. - No, I don't.

- Hello. - Hello.

The tree isn't done yet.

Just three baubles and the angel topper to go.

- Helga, it really turned out beautifully. - Thank you.

Wolfgang, can't you make yourself useful?

You've got your head in the clouds again.

Anyone for a drink?

- Prosecco? - No, thanks.

No Prosecco until we open our gifts.

Would anyone like something else to drink?

- What am I supposed to do? - Well...

Dorli, sweetie! Dorli isn't allowed to see the tree yet. Wolfgang!

Alright! Dorli. Dorli. Dorli, come here!

Joachim, put the presents under the tree.

- Just leave her with Friederike, my God. - That's what I'm doing!

- No. I want to look at the tree! - Come on.

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, my darlings! - Eva.

- Merry Christmas, Mother. - Where's Jürgen?

- He sends his love. - What, he's not coming?

No. I'm afraid he got called into the hospital. Merry Christmas.

- On Christmas Eve? - An emergency.

- Helga, the tree looks beautiful. - Thank you.

Well, it is a little crooked.

It's straight.

Right. Everyone leave the room and wait until you hear the bell ring.

Christmas only starts when the bell rings.

- She's right about that. - SJesus. A second Mother.

- Hey! - Hi! It's so nice to see you.

- Hello! - Hi!

- Hi. - Still not finished unpacking?

Come here!

You too.

- Welcome to Big Freddy! - They're friends.

Of course, I don't know all of them, but nobody should be alone on Christmas.

So they say.

- It's nice, right? - Yes. Pretty swish.

Pretty swish, pretty swish.

This is pretty swish.

Very swish.

Richie? I think Freddy needs a cold drink.

Sorry, sorry.

I need one too.

- Friends... - To love!

- L'chaim. - To love.

Did you hear?

Eight people escaped via Babelsberg in a tour bus,

under fire from East German border police.

- Was anybody hurt? - No.

No. But over 30 people have already been killed at the border.

The situation has its advantages.

We don't have to invite the awful Kleinmachnow crew

to Christmas anymore.

That's true.

We'd better hope the Americans keep supporting West Berlin.

Children, let's not talk about politics today. It's Christmas.

Don't you think this is taking a little too long?

- Helga is nervous enough, Mother. - Nervous, nervous.

Helga's nervous about a Christmas tree.

Please, what's with everyone on these days?

Look!

My dear Helga!

Silk!

That's absolutely wonderful.

- Beautiful. - Mother, here's a little something.

- Evi! - I hope you like it.

Thank you!

It's a shaving set. You can take it on work trips.

- Thanks. - It's a... a...

No way...

Maybe our little one will like this.

- Should we tell them? - Not yet.

Okay. After dinner?

Tell us what?

Peter Alexander might sing one of my songs.

- No way. - What? The Peter Alexander?

Monika! That's real music, not like those commercial jingles.

It's a massage device.

A woman applies it to her excess fat, and it does all the work.

What excess fat?

The salesman said that, thanks to this device,

his wife fits into the same dresses she wore before they had children.

These are lovely. Look, they're from Jürgen.

Jürgen barely shows his face anymore...

Yes, we're both very busy.

- Or maybe you poisoned him? - Monika.

Don't make jokes like that at Christmas, really.

I'm sorry, Mother.

Anyway, this is by an emerging young artist from Berlin.

We're showing his work, but... It's this way up.

I see... "Zero Hour."

- If you look at... - Grandma?

Yes?

I went to the Christmas market with Papa Freddy, and we saw a donkey!

A donkey?

- And he said "hee-haw." - He said "hee-haw"? How wonderful!

Why is she calling him "Papa Freddy"? Monika.

Why not "Uncle Freddy"? Then Joachim could be "Daddy." Honestly.

Mother, please.

- It's Christmas, don't fight. - These relationships are too confused.

As if it's all my fault, Mother.

Monika, if you want to ruin this evening, go ahead.

- Well, the tree is beautiful, Helga. - Thank you.

No. Oh, no!

It's charcoal. We'll have to throw it away.

Helga, I'm so sorry.

Somebody could have helped me! Open the door!

- It's all burnt. - Yes, I know.

Merry Christmas.

Without a reservation, we won't get a table anywhere.

Wait a moment, girls. This is utterly mortifying.

Christmas Eve at a currywurst stand?

This was your idea, wasn't it?

Next year, I'll handle all the arrangements again.

If Mother dies...

She won't.

This is all my fault.

If hadn't forgotten about the roast in the oven, this would never have happened.

- Helga, this isn't anyone's fault. - And you?

You got her all worked up talking about "Papa Freddy" and "Papa Joachim."

I didn't do anything...

Mother's right. It's confusing for a little kid.

You'd rather her say "Papa Wolfgang," right?

- Oh, please. - Please, just stop.

Mother will be fine. She's tough.

- Monika, you're so cold-hearted. - No, Helga, I'm optimistic.

Dear God, please, this is all I'll ever ask of you, make her get better...

"The Frankfurt district attorney's office has collected over 1,000 statements.

"The number of victims is estimated to be over one million.

"Though the German Taxpayers Federation

"is opposed to an Auschwitz trial..."

Opposed to?

"...it's nevertheless highly likely

"that a case will be lodged against 23 former SS-officers."

Sure. Germany's doing great at making amends.

Bravo! Amazing! It makes me sick.

- Did you have to give a statement again? - I already told my story.

Our country is changing. They won't be able to ignore this forever.

They've ignored it effectively for 18 years.

Yeah, exactly.

That's over now. Those murderers are finally getting what they deserve.

- Everything's perfect in Germany. - All the more reason to party in Berlin!

You should be proud of yourself, Freddy.

I am.

Why are you with that guy?

I'm better looking.

It's purely out of habit.

I have something for you.

- To Big Freddy! - A letter from England.

Aunt Rahel!

To old loves and new beginnings!

Mother!

- Thank God. - It's so lovely that you're here.

You all look so pretty.

Hey, did you finish decorating the tree?

- Welcome back, Mrs. Schöllack. - Merry Christmas.

Don't worry if she doesn't seem quite herself. It's the anesthetic.

She'll be her old self again in no time at all.

Thank you.

That was the worst Christmas of my life.

I'm very sorry, but Mr. Peter has changed his mind.

His manager advised him against it.

No one in Germany wants to listen to blues,

even if Mr. Peter is the one singing it.

It would only be one song on the Peter Alexander album.

- My condolences. - Mr. Klatt.

But if you wanted to do another gig as "Nicki and Freddy"...

Schlager ballads, folk music... then we could work together again.

As long as everyone's forgotten that scandal. But like this... I'm sorry.

You look troubled, young lady. Are you in the music business?

I write songs.

Lyrics and score.

But you're a woman.

I've written for all the big stars, every single one of them.

I think my chances at the Grand Prix Eurovision de la Chanson

are pretty good.

And Hannelore Lay is looking for a song. A song to sing in Copenhagen.

Lay is back from the US.

I've got something. It's going to be great...

And I'm no stranger to greatness. Anyway, it's perfect for Lay.

It's a powerful, rather masculine song, with musical structure.

It's going to be a Schlager classic.

Put it on the table.

Ms. Lay, it's an incredible honor to introduce myself.

I'm a great admirer of your work, and...

If you're looking for a song for the competition, then...

- I have a few suggestions for you. - Unbelievable! Get out of here.

Ms. Lay, allow me to present what I've prepared for you...

You don't think women are capable of understanding musical structure.

You want something special. This is it.

Naturally, this is a misunderstanding.

- If you'll allow me to explain... - Stop it.

Get out of here! Both of you!

The Professor himself performed my surgery.

What a kind and dapper man.

And the surgical facilities were cutting-edge.

My spine has been impeccably screwed back together.

But... I suppose things won't go back to how they were before.

Don't worry, Mother.

I'll take care of everything just as you would have wanted it.

Helga... I'm not dead yet.

- And your sisters are here too. - Yes, of course.

Monika will teach your intro and etiquette courses, and Evi's a nurse.

- She'll care for you round the clock. - What are you talking about?

I run a gallery, Helga.

Helga, it's not that simple. I still have to write music for three commercials.

Those little jingles, Monika? "Scrub-a-dub-dub"?

You can do that on the side.

Those "little jingles" are my job, Helga!

There, you're looking lovely enough for the head doctor's visit.

Thank you, Helga, but that's not the point right now.

Monika, I...

I just don't understand you.

I mean, you have Joachim.

And a man should provide for his family. Isn't that right, Mother?

You yourself work at the dance school.

Yes, but that's the family business.

Working for strangers is a different matter entirely.

Family always comes first.

And I have to provide for my family, Helga.

It's not like you still have a newborn baby at the breast.

Well, it's not here yet!

- Monika! - How wonderful! Oh, Monika.

Monika, that's lovely.

- Why didn't you say? - I'm sorry.

I was already wondering if there was something wrong with him.

Being married without fathering any children of his own, that's not normal...

Monika!

- Look what I'm taking with me! - That's very good!

- Thank you. - That's what neighbors are for.

We'll have a lovely time, won't we, Dorli?

Have lots of fun, sweetie.

- Thank you. I'll treat myself to a sip. - See you tomorrow, OK?

Excellent. Dorli?

- Happy new year. - You too.

- Thank you. - Thanks again.

- Bye, sweetie. - Bye.

- Let's go. - Yes!

Hi, my love. Did I keep you waiting?

Come along, now! It's going to be incredible, you'll see.

Aren't you going to introduce me?

- I've been thinking hard about it... - About what?

I'll push the stroller too.

- Of course you will. - Excuse me, this isn't debate club.

It's a dance club! May I?

- Be my guest. - Thank you.

You should be careful.

Ten... nine...

eight... seven... six...

five... four... three... two... one...

Happy new year.

Yeah!

Monika?

Monika?

How could this have happened?

It's nature's way.

Mr. Franck,

a miscarriage at this early stage in a pregnancy is not uncommon.

We... We were dancing.

It happens when the embryo hasn't properly implanted.

If the embryo is defective, it doesn't implant itself.

- Defective? - Not viable.

Nature fixes the error.

The embryo is shed.

Chin up. Keep trying.

You two are young. You'll have plenty of healthy children.

Joachim?

Sorry!

Good day. I'm Armando Cortez.

I'd like to apply for the position of Latin dance instructor.

- I'm very sorry, Mr... Cortes? - Cortez.

- It's Argentinean. - I see.

The position is already taken.

The advertisement was in today's paper. I came over here straightaway.

I work in a restaurant, but I'm a dance instructor. Please.

I have references from Buenos Aires.

- I have experience... - Listen, I... I'm sure you do.

Here's the thing: I...

I have nothing against foreigners, really,

but this is a German dance school, with German pupils, so...

- I see. - Yes. Thank you for your interest.

Right.

You want a German instructor to teach Latin dance?

Music is international! Dance is international!

Heart, body, rhythm, passion...

You want a Bavarian in lederhosen teaching the tango?

A Berliner for rhumba?

Sure, they can teach the polka, but for tango...

you need me.

Dance with me.

- No. - I'll show you.

No. I don't dance.

- Who does this school belong to? - Me... my mother... our family.

You grew up here, but you don't dance. Why?

- I... - Your mother is a dancer?

Yes, she used to be. She competed.

And you never wanted to dance?

I did a course once, but it wasn't for me.

Dance with me. Then you can say whether I'm right for your school or not.

You don't need to do anything. Just allow yourself to be led.

Allora. Concentration, body tension...

but no resistance.

Un, dos, tres, cuatro !

Eva! Hello...

This is Mr... Armando...

- Cortez. - Yes.

Hello.

He's applying for the dance instructor position.

This is my sister, Mrs. Jürgen Fassbender.

- Pleasure. - Where should I put it, lady?

- Upstairs, please. - What's that?

It's for Mother. She's being discharged soon.

- And? - Helga?

Yes, we...

- Thanks. We'll be in touch. - Hey, come on!

Tell me where the best place is to put it, okay?

Is Mother going to like it?

Jürgen says television is the older woman's best friend.

Mother needs to move with the times.

In that case, I'm thoroughly modern. Wolfgang and I watch a lot of TV.

You see? Or should we move it a little to the left?

I don't know...

- There you are. - Hello.

Nika, look.

Eva bought Mother a television set.

- Is Mother going to like it? - Of course.

Do you think it looks good there, Nika? Nika?

Nika, sweetie.

Nika, what's wrong?

I lost the baby.

Come here.

- I wasn't careful enough. - Nonsense. It's not your fault.

Today, it's not soldiers being honored, but the victims of Fascism...

That wall.

I doesn't just divide our country, it divides people too.

A parade for Socialism, proclaimed on the other side of the Wall...

Wolfgang?

These testaments to the Prussian past...

Maybe the two of us could go out together somewhere soon?

To the theater or... a concert?

I heard they're building a new philharmonic on Potsdamer Platz.

It won't be finished for a while.

On the other side, the free Berlin...

Yes, you're right.

I think it's a good idea.

But you're so busy at the moment.

Friederike needs you,

you're spending a lot of time at the dance school, and your mother's not well.

Going out in the evening would be too much for you.

For now.

Yes.

You're right.

Are you coming to bed?

I'll be right up. I just want to finish building this.

Have a good trip.

Pay attention to your partner.

Pay attention to the music.

Look up, not at your feet.

Carry on just like that.

Over and over again...

for ever and ever.

Thank you. You did very well. And Mr. Gerber, be here on time next week.

How old are you?

You should wear this corset as often as you can.

It takes the pressure off your vertebrae.

You'll also need to attend therapy sessions here each week

to stabilize your motor skills...

- I can barely breathe. - It has to hold.

I used to wear a corset, but that was for my waistline.

Yes?

It's your daughter.

Mrs. Fassbender, you're a vision, as always.

Professor. Charming, as always.

- Good luck, Mrs. Schöllack. - Thank you.

- Evi? - I'm here.

- I'm here. - Good.

In the old days, this dance school used to belong to a different family.

Yes.

'35...

Back then, I was... How did they used to put it?

"The next big thing."

I found out a little about you.

You've had your share of success...

Yes. In film.

...and scandal.

An unmarried mother dating a Jewish man,

and both starring together in a...

- Patriotic film. - A patriotic film.

My apologies. After 30 years in America, I've forgotten a few terms here and there.

These songs... were written for somebody else.

They're not what I'm looking for.

If Germany's going to be in the Grand Prix, we need something special,

something new.

Are you ready to dig deeper?

Are you writing a story?

I'm trying to, yes.

What's the story about?

It's about a son...

who's trying as hard as he can to win his father's respect.

But he fails.

Why does he fail?

Because we're doomed to fail.

Is it about you and your dad?

It's about all children and their parents,

how they sometimes don't understand each other.

- What happens at the end? - The father shoots himself in the head.

Papa Joachim, you're weird.

- Wait, wait, wait. - Evi, I can get out of the car by myself!

Yes, good...

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this...

- Shall we? - Yes. Okay.

You go ahead.

Good day.

- Lilies! - Yes.

- To celebrate your return. - I'm not in the ground yet.

Un, dos, tres, cuatro!

That's right.

Head!

Yes.

Good. Posture! Very nice.

- Who is he? - That's Mr. Cortez.

- He's our Latin dance instructor. - Yes.

Latin dance?

I assume he's here on a trial basis?

Mother, we're losing customers, and Mr. Cortez is very popular.

We have a surprise for you.

- Another one? - Upstairs.

There's going to be another channel soon.

It's called "ZDF: German Television."

As if one wasn't enough.

So this was your plan.

While I sit here letting my brain turn to wibbly-wobbly Jello,

you turn Galant into an exotic dance bar!

Sure, Mother. That's exactly what we want.

I have to go.

I should get to the gallery.

Go.

All of you, go.

You too, Helga. Go ahead. I'll do fabulously on my own.

Good, then... I'll check on you later, okay?

Udo, you're not ready for a solo show yet.

I had one already.

Right, in Kreuzberg. This is Charlottenburg.

Eva...

There are three other artists I could show you with.

Can't you at least come to my atelier? I'll show you my latest works.

Excuse me for a moment.

Darling, what a surprise.

Nice to see you again, Mrs. Fassbender.

You're not here about my mother, are you?

No, we're here for you.

To be more precise, we're looking for an artwork.

Our director, Professor Hildebrandt, is openly passionate about modern art.

Sadly, he's leaving next month to go into well-earned retirement,

so we'd like to present him with something special.

- As my wife happens to run a gallery... - You've come to just the right place.

Your Jürgen has good chances of taking over from Professor Hildebrand.

He didn't mention that.

- It's not certain yet. - Jürgen, your reputation is impeccable.

I don't know anyone better suited to such a leadership role.

- You can count on my support. - Thank you, Gustav.

Great, then I'll show you gentlemen some artworks.

Sure, want to come along?

Lore Lay: "Be My Cavalier."

"The most outlandish songs of the '20s."

Perfect for us.

Not with your butterfingers.

- I know this song. - You do?

Yes.

My mother used to put this record on some nights.

She'd dance through the whole apartment.

Fidelity was never quite my style;

I like when just a little more skin is shown.

The present is all that can beguile;

this night is mine and mine alone.

So, here it comes!

Composure is my middle name

in a world full of tasty treats.

No need to go up in flame;

why not sample every sweet?

After my mother listened to this song,

all she wanted was to go out on the town, and I mean really go out,

without my father.

- Then you take after your mother. - That's right.

- Miss Schöllack. - Franck.

Boring!

Come on. Come on.

...oh you're much too lovely for that.

And what did your father have to say about it?

My father...

You know, my father was the most tolerant man on earth.

He used to say: "You can't lock women away, or else they'll lose their sparkle.

"And in a good marriage, you should make each other sparkle."

That's what he said.

And my mother sparkled.

That's beautiful.

Where did they meet?

Anyway...

So, you're supposed to write a song for Lore Lay now, right?

We're supposed to.

Freddy, I can't do it without you.

Nobody can do without me.

I'm glad you came...

Come here, darling. Come closer.

Stop! Don't move! Police!

It's the police! Run!

Out of here! Fast!

Come here, you dirty homo!

Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go.

- I'm sorry, I... - Good evening.

Good evening.

Is your mother unhappy that you've hired me?

It's not that.

She just wants things to stay the way they've always been.

- I don't want to cause any problems. - No, I need you.

I mean... the dance school needs you.

Your mother?

- Good night. - See you tomorrow, Señora.

Yes.

- Mother? - Helga.

My medication rolled under the couch, and I...

- I can't... - Wait, I'll help you.

Here it is.

Thank you.

Are those for the pain?

Yes, these are for the pain, and those are to help me sleep later.

Are you in a lot of pain?

Yes. Are you going?

When are you coming back?

Could you bring me some water so I don't have to get up again?

You know what, Mother? I'll just stay here tonight.

No, my dear Helga. You should be with your family.

Wolfgang can take care of Friederike for a change.

- Can he? - Yes, of course. I'll call him.

He'll be absolutely fine. He's always a great help around the house.

- He can cook for himself tonight. - Sure, of course he can.

No way!

Eva!

Allow me to introduce Mrs. Fassbender from Fassbender Gallery.

- Please, it's Eva. - Want a cigarette, Eva?

Before you overwhelm her with your mediocre art,

I'll show you my latest works.

- Eva. - Thanks.

...then just cook the potatoes until they're tender.

When they're soft.

Yes, you'll be able to tell. Get a fork and poke one.

Then just take a bite of one, Wolfgang.

- Figurative painting is dead. - Well, my sales are good...

- Painting is dead. - Susanne, painting is not dead.

Sure it is.

- Mrs. Fassbender... - Eva, please.

Eva, video art...

Fleeting images, TV screens manipulated with magnets, noise, music, color!

No one wants to watch art on TV.

- John Cage! - She's right. Fluxus!

Beuys is doing it too now.

Boys, give up on your little paintbrushes.

Eva, I think... Sorry, Susanne is a little drunk.

Eva, if I could show you some of my work...

- Edgar, you're such a little slut. - Then you might understand...

It's so nice of you to stay here with me tonight.

If you think we need Latin dance classes, my dear Helga,

I'll keep Mr. Cortango on. Maybe you're right.

You're the only one I can rely on.

One day, when I'm not around anymore,

I'll know that Galant is safe in your hands.

That will be my legacy.

You also have us and your two granddaughters.

Yes.

A little boy would be nice too.

Do you think Monika will have a boy?

She lost the baby.

Nothing ever works out for her.

Where have you been?

I was out.

Were you with that young man? That... artist?

Don't come to my gallery again.

Do you understand?

It seems to me that your good reputation is pretty important to you.

Of course.

Then I don't want to see you there ever again.

And yes, I was with him.

He showed me his art. We drank cheap wine, and then...

I slept with him.

Right there in his atelier.

There we go. May I take your crutches? Very good.

- You have to be patient. - Yes, I know.

- Will your daughter pick you up later? - Yes.

- Excellent. - Thank you.

Fritz.

- District Attorney Boost? - Von Boost.

Excuse me, District Attorney von Boost...

I'm Martina Schreyer. I'm here about my son, Peer.

Peer Schreyer.

A 175er.

Paragraph 175 of the Criminal Code.

"A man who has intercourse with another man,

"or submits to intercourse with another man,

"is to be punished with incarceration."

My Peer just got in with the wrong crowd.

- Nobody got hurt. - No?

- It was consensual. - So it was premeditated?

In that case, I can assume willful intent,

which rules out any possibility of leniency in his punishment.

And of course his actions were hurtful.

The moral order of our society has been wounded.

- He's young. - He's 22 years old.

Unfortunately, we were unable to detain his accomplice,

but we believe he may be a minor.

That would mean your son is facing a ten-year sentence.

Maybe I'm to blame. He grew up without a father.

- He only had me and his two sisters. - I see.

He never learned how to be a real man.

But he can still change. He just needs to meet the right girl.

Yes, he's not to blame.

We are all to blame.

Our society doesn't give young men the stability it used to.

Yes, that music, and...

those Beatle haircuts.

And that's why society needs to act.

A correctional institution is exactly the right place for your son.

He'll have the chance to mature into a man there.

If you really loved your son, you'd ask me not to be lenient.

This is the only way he can get back onto the right path.

So?

- Yes, District Attorney. - Leniency is not advisable.

No, District Attorney.

Thank you for your time.

My pleasure.

- A bus? - The number 19.

And you?

I had another heart attack.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

Movement is supposed to be good for me.

Are you still working at Rhumba Beat?

Yes. Yes, yes. We have 220 dance pupils now.

And that's enough for you?

How are your daughters?

Helga is doing well. She's a hard worker. And Evi is a famous gallerist.

Modern art.

And...

- Our daughter? - Monika is doing very well.

She's married, Fritz. To Joachim Franck.

- Perhaps you remember him? - Sure, yes.

You two seem to be getting along.

Yes, we go back a long way.

Now you'll be seeing a lot more of each other.

I hope we do, Mr. Assmann.

As do I, Mrs. Schöllack.

I'm coming.

Okay, stop!

Stop.

What's wrong with it?

Show me your hands.

Come on. Monika, darling, come down here.

No scars?

Was slaving away in the fields hard for you?

Under the burning heat of the Alabama sun?

You were singing the blues. Negro slave music.

Their songs of desperation, of longing.

I love blues.

But I wanted something from you. Your longing, your desperation.

Shame.

Where are your scars?

Freddy doesn't know either. No rock 'n' roll, no blues, sure...

but I'm not singing Schlager ballads!

Joachim?

Joachim!

- Did you see it? - See what?

Our baby.

- Joachim, it was just blood. - It was our baby.

- I know. - No, you don't know what it's like.

Joachim?

- It was me who lost the baby. - Because I'm defective.

Why do you think this revolves around you?

Because you already have a child.

- Are you saying it didn't matter to me? - No.

No, I'm saying that...

that you're clearly better at dealing with it than me.

Is grief some sort of competition to you?

I'm going to go stretch my legs.

How long have you been sitting there?

Where have you been? I was worried.

Joachim, you went out and didn't come back.

I'm sorry.

I was out of line.

Forgive me.

What's wrong?

I'm just tired.

Overworked.

It's my novel. The last chapter is...

I...

I probably just need a good night's sleep for once.

Me too.

Good morning, Grit.

Mother? Your taxi is here.

Are you ready?

Yes, Evi, I am.

Von Boost.

I see. These things happen.

I'd like to see for myself.

I'm on my way.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Breakfast and coffee are served.

- Good morning, Dorli. - Good morning!

- Did something happen? - I'm going to meet with my editor.

We have fundamental things to discuss. Research for my book.

A new topic?

A new ending.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Bye, Dorli! - Bye, Papa Joachim.

Well, after my first heart attack, I thought, "So, Fritz, now you're old."

The time has come for moderation.

Healthy food, exercise, herbal tea, a nap every afternoon.

That's good.

A clear structure to the day makes for a clear head, Fritz.

Well, my second heart attack was only half a year later.

Yes, and after that I knew for sure

that we don't have any control over our lives.

You have to take life as it comes.

And you have to enjoy every moment.

And?

Have you had a lot of...

enjoyable moments?

Yes.

I love to travel.

And I've learned a lot during those travels about food, wine...

Yes, and sometimes I just put on a record,

and let my thoughts run free.

And where do they run to?

Sometimes to Cairo or Rimini...

Sometimes back in time.

Italy. You'd like it there.

Yes.

If there weren't so many southerners living there.

Don't you want to see the world?

You know, I...

I'm needed here.

- But your daughters... - ...have a lot on their plates.

Monika...

Monika has a daughter.

We have a grandchild.

I always hoped I would someday.

Are you leaving already, Fritz?

I had a family all those years,

and yet I still spent them alone.

I had my last appointment today.

It was wonderful to see you again. Goodbye, Mrs. Schöllack.

Goodbye, Mr. Assmann.

I never really belonged,

always felt like I was wrong,

alone through the days, I was losing my way.

Things that come easy to you,

take all of my strength to do,

love wasn't meant to be, that hurt deep inside me.

But when I look in the mirror,

there's a strong woman, I see her,

with her head held high, she walks proudly by,

she knows how to find her way.

To your song, Monika.

This country needs a new voice. It needs a new sound.

It needs us!

So, we'll show it to them... at the Grand Prix.

To Copenhagen.

To us!

- To us. - To us.

Where did all this revenue come from?

That was a munitions delivery to Nigeria. Three million bullets.

Three million dead.

The German government facilitated the deal.

Good, so we're only supplying weapons to the good guys.

Should I talk you through the annual report again?

No, thank you.

You got my father's portrait reframed.

- We wanted to honor his memory. - You mean rose-tint it.

Will your second novel be published soon?

Yes, soon. How's my absence treating you?

I only ever tried to protect the interests of the company.

I never meant it to be personal.

I know.

- You'll always have a place on the board. - Will I?

- And where will you be flying next? - New York.

New York, the city that never sleeps.

- Where's my man? - He's back in the storeroom.

- Go see what he's up to. - I will.

There you go, ladies. Buckle up, this is the real Manhattan. Forget New York.

Thank you.

Cigarette?

The Yanks and the Jews. They're all the same.

I'm telling you, that whole Auschwitz trial is being paid for by the Yanks.

They still haven't drained the swamp.

Those money-grabbers are everywhere again.

I was never in the Party, but I'm telling you, they had the right idea.

Get out.

Says who?

This is my bar. You aren't welcome here.

- It's a free country. - Yeah, and this is a public bar.

I bought this beer, so, as a German, I have a right to be here.

I'm not sure if you could say the same.

Me neither.

Get out!

Move away, people!

Come on, come on, come on.

Looks like you managed to slip through the cracks.

Try to give it a little more oomph.

Circles are round, not square.

We now also offer Latin dance courses, in case you'd be interested.

- Thank you. Bye. - Have a nice evening.

A brochure for you too? Latin dance.

- Thanks, but no. - No, we'll definitely take one.

- It's worth it, you'll see. - Thanks.

- Have a nice evening. Bye. - Bye.

Thank you.

I'd like to move Intro II to Wednesday at 4 PM.

But that day is pretty full already...

This has been going on all day.

I don't want to watch television.

What's supposed to be in that box that will entertain me?

Mother, it could take your mind off things and keep you company.

Company? I don't need company. I'm company enough for myself.

Look, you haven't eaten your soup.

I'm not hungry. It smells like a soup kitchen in here. Take it away.

Your chauffeur has arrived! Are you ready?

I'm not going back there. Those people are improper.

They make you even more sick.

You know how important those exercises are for you.

- Mother, you need to get better. - I don't need to do anything.

- What's up with her? - I can't deal with this anymore.

What did the doctor say? Did she see him again?

Mother told him she was doing well.

I don't think this is just about her back. She seems so... down.

You know what? I'm hosting a vernissage tonight.

We could take her out, all of us. It would cheer her up.

- No, no. She needs to rest. - She's rested enough.

Sure, but she can't even stand up.

- Helga, she doesn't want to get up. - Exactly. We're about to change that.

But she won't get up...

- You're coming with us. - No.

- No excuses. - Mother, you have to go outside with us.

I'm staying here. I'm old and gray.

Please. You'll waste away cooped up in here.

Mother, we're going to a vernissage.

- A what? - It's the opening of an art exhibition.

I've told you a hundred times.

Look! This jacket is lovely, isn't it?

Mother, can I wear this to the vernissage?

Maybe you could wear this blouse underneath?

- Perfect. - That is a very elegant combination.

- It's lovely. - Very elegant.

- I suppose my outfit is much too plain. - Yes, one could say that, Helga dear.

Yes. Mother, I think I need your help.

But no modern art, Evi.

Even the name is a contradiction. "Modern" and "art."

The latest art movement goes by the name ZERO.

Under the ZERO banner,

45 artists will be showing their works in Berlin.

Bizarre shapes combine with electronic sounds, creating the ZERO effect.

ZERO's adherents demonstrate their connection to the symbol

by allowing their work to flow into nothingness...

Here we are. Fashionably late.

Don't be shy, don't be shy. Come in.

Valerie, hello.

Are you well? Your husband too? Lovely.

Have whatever you like. Jürgen's paying.

- Well, then... - Eva.

I deserve a solo exhibition.

I'm serious. I have some new paintings. They're far better than all of this.

May I introduce you to my mother?

- Udo Schnitters. - My pleasure, Madame.

Likewise.

Your daughter told me so much about you.

Really?

Monika, how is your music going?

Good. I sold a song.

Great.

The song is under consideration

to be performed at the Grand Prix de la Chanson.

- The Grand Prix? - Yes.

Helga, Monika is writing a song for the Grand Prix!

What? No, really?

- Congratulations! - Thank you.

I think in honor of the evening, we should buy an artwork for the dance school.

No, Helga, this is all far too modern.

Stop. Come on, I'll show you my favorite.

Jürgen, how wonderful to finally see your face.

Caterina, lovely to see you.

Be honest. I have the feeling you've been avoiding me.

- No. - Jürgen.

I could make a long list of the all family occasions you've missed.

Excuse us.

You're still my wife, and this gallery has my name on it.

I'm warning you. Leave, now.

A lovers' spat?

- Should I mediate? - No, thank you, Mother.

Sorry, Caterina, I think you've done enough mediation already.

- What's wrong with you two? - Nothing.

Nothing. Jürgen is going to keep his word and go home now.

- It's at your apartment, isn't it? - Don't you dare!

Eva, I deeply regret what I did,

but I'm not going to put up with this anymore...

Leave now, or you'll regret it.

- How can you speak to him like that? - It's what he deserves.

Darling. Darling, we can talk when I get home.

Okay? We'll make up and listen to that tape together, right?

Okay?

- I have to attend to my guests. - Eva...

What will he regret?

- Don't pretend like you're interested. - Talk to me. What did he do to you?

Look at it. Yes.

That was him.

What?

- That was one of those johns... - He beat me into a coma.

He came into the apartment, hit me,

and, when I was lying on the ground, he kicked me again, in the face.

You know the rest of the story.

I have a tape. It has everything on it.

And a hiding place, an excellent one.

- Does he still hit you? - Nobody hits me anymore.

If I handed it over to the police, the Professor would become a criminal.

You just need to know how to escape the wolf, isn't that right, Mother?

I have power over him.

What more could a woman ask for?

Excuse me.

Do you need anything else?

Thanks.

I'll be fine.

- Tonight was fun. - Yes.

- Good night. - Good night, Helga dear.

Armando.

You're still here?

I gave a private lesson.

I see. To whom?

A wonderful older lady.

She wants to surprise her husband for their golden anniversary.

Romantic.

Yes.

You can learn much more in private lessons.

Yes.

- Good evening, Eva. - Good evening.

- Eva... - I'm going to bed.

You just need to know how to escape the wolf...

Joachim?

Joachim!

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