All language subtitles for Mephisto-effekt 2013

I am part of that power which strives
towards evil, and ends up doing good.

I am part of the power which strives
to do good, but ends up doing evil.

Sooner or later there comes a time
when your conscience catches up with you...

Look at me.

Does your boyfriend know you're a prostitute?

I've never cheated on my boyfriend, it was the first time.

Where the hell are you?

I've already left tons of messages on your answering machine.

Damn it!

I wanted to tell you in person...

I can't come tomorrow.
I have to fill in for a sick colleague.

Hope you aren't mad?

I'll call you later.

Hey sweetheart, please pick up.

Ralf to Lea, please come in.

Alright, I'll try your cell.

...left tons of messages on your answering machine,
yeah right.

Hi Sophie, I just got in.

Hello.

Hello.

I saw the sign outside, can I look at the apartment?

Certainly, come in.

A colleague told me you've got
an open house this week...

Excuse me.

Please take a look around,
I'll be with you in a moment.

Hey, can I call you back in a minute?

Can we talk later?

Is there a blueprint of the apartment?

What?

If there's a blueprint of the apartment,
I'd like to have a look at something.

Sure.

This is the entire complex
and this is the floor plan for this apartment.

Thanks.

Can I offer you something to drink?

No, thank you.

If you've got any questions about the blueprints,
our office is across the street.

What's wrong?
Why are you looking at me like that?

Pardon me.

Yeah, hi. it's me.

Yeah, I took care of it.

Yes.

Business administration and creative writing books.

Could we reschedule today's appointments?

Yeah? Nice. Thanks.

I'm sorry, I must be making a terrible impression,
but today almost everything is going wrong.

Green or Assam?

I'm Ryan.

Lea.

Nice to meet you.

No need to be formal, right?

Right.

You don't look like a real-estate agent.

What do real-estate agents look like?

Different.

You're a student.

Let me guess what you're majoring in.

My guess is
Business Administration.

Not bad.

I'm studying Business Administration,
and majoring in International Management.

I've heard about that.

International Management involves all of a
company's activities in locations outside of its home country.

That's right.

How did you get into that crap?

That's what I'm wondering.

A friend of mine is majoring in it.

I sat in on some classes and thought
it was pretty interesting at first.

Now I think it's boring.

Do something else then.

That was my idea as well, but it's not that easy.

May I ask what you do?

Sure.
Take a guess.

I'm really bad at guessing.

Try anywaY-

That's tough.

Alright. You've probably studied

maybe

German Philology or Cultural Sciences

and now you're a marketing director
with a publishing house.

I'm impressed.

That can't be right?

I studied Communications and Art History,
now I'm an editor for a publishing house.

Weird.

Why?

I used to write short stories.

Really?

Let me read them,
maybe you've got talent.

Probably not.

When did you start writing?

When I was 14 or 15

I discovered Edgar Allen Poe's short stories

and I was captivated.

So I started writing myself,

but after a few weeks I realized
I wasn't as talented as I thought.

Fellini residence -
this is Lea Reichert, what can I do for you?

Sorry, I didn't get your name.

Fellini residence
Lea Reichert speaking.

Wrong number.

How spontaneous are you?

What do you mean?

I'm meeting a young author in the Maritim Hotel
at 3 pm, so we've got an hour left.

hungry?

When the author gets here,
I'll introduce you to him.

He's a real talent,
management has a lot of faith in him.

Is he well-known?

No, it's his first novel.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

We can re-schedule. No problem.

I'll be in town for a few more days.

There is no deadline.

No, those two additional days
won't make a difference.

My three o'clock appointment just got cancelled.
We don't have to rush. Bon Appetit!

I recently read 2 interesting stories.

The first one goes like this:

A father kills his whole family for no reason at all

first he slaughters his wife,

then kills his 4 kids,

and then he shoots himself with his hunting rifle.

The second story:

A young art student gets dumped by her boyfriend

and contemplates suicide.

The punchline:

she reads about the man who killed his family.

This inspires her to paint dead people.

An art professor sees her paintings, and calls a gallery
owner who displays them at an art fair in Basel.

Overnight, the young student becomes
a shooting star on the art scene.

You can't possibly be talking about MANATO?!

Yes I am. Great that you've heard of her.

I think that all her paintings create an eerie atmosphere

and I've always asked myself
how she came to paint such images.

I heard that creativity unfolds itself best when
the artist is unhappy or dissatisfied.

That's true. Dissatisfaction is followed
by desire and desire sparks the imagination.

And imagination looks for an outlet.

What I'd like to know is
why did the man killed his family?

No one knows,
he didn't leave a suicide note.

But that's what makes the story so baffling and mysterious.

A secret is more captivating than all the stories in the world.

Are you reading an interesting book at the moment?

Excuse me.

I'd like to show you something.

I like this painting.

It's melancholic.
The woman looks like she's expecting bad news.

Can you keep a secret?

Of course.

Close your eyes for a second.

Follow me.

Open your eyes.

Where did this suddenly come from?

I don't know,

but it's yours now.

I can't accept this.

Of course you can accept it.

Hold on a second, I'm on the other line.

Okay.

Alright, I'm back now. What's going on ?

Can we meet for coffee? I've got to tell you something.

Hello Sophie.

I have to finish something,
I'll be 15 minutes late, is that alright?

Sure thing, see you soon.

Is this seat taken?

No, I'm waiting for a friend...

I drove around the block 3 times
and couldn't find a parking spot.

Now I parked in front of the fire lane,
hopefully they won't tow me.

I'm Daniel

How is the latte here?

I hope it doesn't come with unpasteurized milk,
I'm allergic to that.

What the hell? Do you think this is funny?

Unpasteurized milk, of course.

Either you sit somewhere else or I'm calling the waitress.

Hmm, let me think...

I'll stay here.

Excuse me...

Now do you feel like talking to me?

Where did you get that?

Daniel. I didn't get your name?

Lea.

Pretty name.

Did Ryan send you?
Are you two trying to blackmail me?

What do you mean by 'YOU TWO'?
I'm here by myself.

I've got nothing you could want... I don't have any money.

I'm not after your money.

What do the two of you want then?

Are you suffering from paranoia?
Why do you keep saying 'YOU TWO'?

Because you don't have any money, this is on me.

Keep the change.

Thank you!

Do you like movies?

What's the last film you saw?

I'll wait for you in the car.

Who are you?

I've already said my name twice.

Did Ryan send you?

I don't know any 'Ryan'.

Pick up.

I wasn't feeling well yesterday so I turned off the phone,

can I call you tonight?

No no, everything's fine.

Alright, me too.

Was that your boyfriend?

I'll make you an offer.

You answer all my questions and in turn
I'll give you the photos and the sex tape.

Why should I trust you?
Maybe you just want to make an ass of me.

You can only make an ass of someone who lets it happen.

What do you want to know?

Who was that on the phone?

My boyfriend.

Your boyfriend?

How long have you been a couple?

A little over 4 years.

And who is that on the video? Your lover?

Do you trust your boyfriend?

Yes.

And does he trust you?

There you have it again, trust is
the foundation of every relationship.

What will your boyfriend do when
he sees the photos and the sex tape?

I asked you something

He'll probably break up with me.

Is that what you want him to do?

Sooner or later there comes a time
when your conscience catches up with you...

do you know who said that?

Look at me.

I'm waiting.

What do you want to know?

Are you kidding?

You're really asking what I want to know?

Alright,

how long have you been fooling around
behind your boyfriend's back?

I'm not fooling around behind anyone's back.

Where is your boyfriend right now?

He's in Belgium.

What is he doing there?

He's studying medicine, now he doing his residency.

How long has he been there?

3 months.

Are you in an open relationship with him?

No.

Do you want to break up with him?

No.

Then why are you fucking another guy?

How long have you been keeping this up

VVeeks?

Months?

Years?

It was the first time.

I don't believe it.

We met yesterday...

Your boyfriend's been gone for 3 months and
you just let some random stranger fuck you?

What kind of a whore are you?

I'm not a whore.

Oh really?

You meet a guy and a couple hours later
you're sucking his dick?

If that isn't being a whore, the word has to be redefined.

Or are you nymphomaniac that needs sex every day?

Or secretly working as a prostitute?

Does your boyfriend know you're a prostitute?

I've never cheated on my boyfriend, it was the first time.

How dumb do you think I am?

First time, my ass!

Judging by the video, you two have probably
been at it for years.

No.

Are you finally going to tell me
why the hell you're fucking around?

It just happened...

What just happened?

We talked, went out to eat, drank wine...

So, he filled you up and took advantage of you?

No,

I didn't think of that...

What didn't you think of?

That you've got a boyfriend

and you're not supposed to fuck around,
even when your boyfriend isn't in town?

Did Ralf send you?

Who the hell is Ralf?

My boyfriend.

I don't know any Ralf

if I knew him, I'd tell him what you're up to.

Are you finally going to tell me
why you let some moron fuck you,

or should we send the sex photos
to your boyfriends phone?

I don't know, things aren't going right at the moment.

I don't understand.

I can't explain it.

Try.

I'm in a slump, don't know what to do.

My friends are all studying,
doing internships, traveling abroad

and I still don't have any idea of what I should be doing.

My relationship.

I mean the thing with my boyfriend.

We've been together for 4 years and I love him,

but it's just not like it was in the beginning anymore.

I don't know how to explain it,

everything's become so matter-of-fact.

I feel like we've forgotten why we're together
in the first place and why we love each other...

At some point we just stopped working on the
relationship and that's what makes me sad.

I think I'm gonna cry.

I had a weak moment yesterday, I let myself go

and didn't think about consequences,
that usually never happens to me.

Why did you let him film you?

I didn't know that he

that there was a camera.

Did you use condoms?

Don't you remember?

Should we check the video?

No condoms.

You let some random guy
fuck you on camera without a condom?!

What does your boyfriend do again?

He's a soon-to-be doctor, isn't he?

That's the joke of the year.

It'd be a real pity, if you were to have caught an
STD, or that nasty HIV-virus.

What kind of game are you playing here?

What kind of game are you playing here?

What kind of game are you playing here?

If anyone here is playing, it's you.

Apparently you aren't getting enough attention
so you fuck around and let yourself get filmed.

I'd like to know what your mother thinks
of the whole situation;

I can't imagine the Minister
of Family Affairs is very proud of her daughter.

If this makes the news, mom can say goodbye to politics.

But you don't seem to care about anything;

You don't give a shit about
your boyfriend or your mother's job.

You're a miserable self-centered bitch.

It says here you've got a sister?

Did you fall asleep?

I don't want to talk about my sister.

Why not?

Did you forget about our deal?

Here...

Tell me about your sister and I'll give you the video
and we'll end this right here.

My sister died in an accident.

When?

2 years ago.

After she graduated highschool I invited her to Berlin,

we went on a sightseeing tour and
later that night I took her along to a party.

At some point I lost sight of her,
went looking everywhere but didn't find her.

I tried calling, but her phone was off.

A friend mentioned she went to a club with a few people.

And, where was she?

In the bathroom,

she had vomited, lost conciousness
and hadn't come back to.

I'm supposed to believe this?

Can you smell that too?

It smells like a LIE.

Get up.

Get up!

Somehow I can't shake the feeling
that you're talking shit again.

Should I tell you my version of the story?

You went partying together,

your dear sister drank too much,

you noticed but didn't say anything.

At some point you met a guy and took off with him.

Your sister kept drinking, maybe smoked some weed.

Then she got sick, vomited in the bathroom,

all while you were busy getting
fucked somewhere by some guy.

No, that's not how it happened.

Admit it!

No.

Why did you leave?

You're lying.

I am not.

You're lying.

It's constantly on your mind.

You think about it every day, blaming yourself.

“Why didn't I take better care of her?"

"Why didn't I say anything?" Why did I leave with that guy?”
Am I right?

No.

It's constantly on your mind.

Admit that I'm right and you'll instantly feel much better.

Say it!

Say it!

Say it, damnit! Say it!

Say it!

Yes, you're right.

Yes, it's my fault, yes I should have said something,

I should have looked out for her,
I shouldn't have left her alone,

I was gone for maybe 15 minutes and...

And WHAT?

Do you want to tell me what you did in those 15 minutes?

I've got a good idea.

Don't you have any pride?

You've got your sister's blood on your hands.

I'm sorry.

That's not going to bring her back.

Why don't you learn from your mistakes?

Your sister dies

while you're busy with random men.

Any decent woman would reflect on her behavior
and draw the right conclusions.

And what do you do?

You jump into the sack with the next best guy
and let yourself get filmed.

I see a reckless slut that goes about her day
without regard to casualties.

You disgust me.

Here

If you don't want the whole world to find out how you
really are, then stab me in the stomach.

Come on.

Do it.

Come on.

Please.

Come out!

Where is the video?

Sit down.

You said I'd get the video.

Sit down.

Sit down!

Tell me about the guy.

Tell me about the guy!

He studied Communications and something else,

now he works for a publisher. He wants to write a novel...

You're so naive.

Some guy puts on a little show about art and culture and that
he wants to write a novel and you immediately spread your legs.

What else did you talk about?

A lot of things, he told me stories.

What stories?

I don't know. Stories about his job, how artists get
their ideas, how they become successful.

Ryan gets around a lot, meets lots of creative people.

What's his last name?

I don't know.

Do you have his phone number?
Do you know where he lives?

No.

And did you even ask?

Why not?

It never came up. I mean

he was talking the whole time and asking questions.

Did he ask you about your boyfriend?

Did he or didn't he?

Yes, he did.

$0'?

I told him the truth.

Which truth?

That I've been in a relationship for 4 years
and that my boyfriend is abroad at the moment.

Do you tell every guy you meet
about your relationship right away?

No, I don't.

So why did you tell him?

I'm not sure, he has a charming way of asking.

How so?

I can't explain.

That guy tricked you.

He doesn't work for a publisher
and he's clueless about art.

That's not true.

Are you really that naive or are you just acting like it?

I'm not naive

naive and it just so has it that I know a thing or two
about art and Ryan really knows his stuff.

He told you fairy tales all along and then
he filmed you having sex and here you are defending him.

You aren't naive, you're dumb.

Naivety is excuseable, stupidity is unforgivable.?

Who's to say that you're telling the truth?

What I know about Ryan is that he's creative and well-read,
while I don't know anything about you.

You could be a dangerous convict that's escaped from prison!

You really are stupid.

And you have nothing on Ryan.

Of course not.

You're missing everything that makes for a great personality.

Character, intelligence and class.

And what exactly do you know about
character and intelligence?

Ryan knows how to act, he's a gentleman.

Ryan is everything you aren't.

Stop repeating that name

the guy's name is Richard, not Ryan

and he's got nothing to do with art or books,
he's a shitty insurance salesman.

I don't believe one word.

That's your problem.

Ryan had no reason to lie to me.

I'm telling you the truth but you're holding on to the lie.
No wonder that you keep falling on your face.

And where's the proof?

Add 1 + 1 and you'll see that the guy
lied to you the entire time,

but if you don't believe me, ask him yourself.

Is he here?

Of course, where else should he be?
He's waiting outside.

Where is he?

I'll take you to him.

What did you do?

Me? Nothing.

But you killed him.

This won't get you anywhere, no one will believe you.

The guy filmed you having sex,
he wanted to blackmail you with the video.

Thus, we have a motive.

Let's take a look at the evidence.

Exhibit A:
The video.

Exhibit B:
The photos.

Exhibit C:
The murder weapon with your fingerprints on it.

Exhibit D:
Your DNA on his clothes and body.

If you've got a good laywer,
he'll plead guilty to manslaughter,

meaning you'll get
between 5 and 15 years.

Have a seat.

Sit down!

You wait here.

What is this?

Untie me!

Who the hell are you?

What do you want from me?! Untie me!

You sick bastard, you freak,

I'll strangle you, I'll kick your ass!

Did you calm down?

If you scream or insult me, you'll get the full charge.

Nod your head if you've understood.

Go on, nod your head.

How should I call you?
Ryan, Nicholas, Constantin or Richard?

Richard.

What do you do for a living?

I work for an insurance company.

What?

I work for an insurance company in sales.

You talk people into buying insurance policies?

Yeah. More or less.

Not a very creative job, is it?

But on the upside you get around much
and meet a lot of people?!

I asked you something

Yeah yeah, I get around a lot. Yeah.

Then you probably also meet a lot of women?!

What do you tell them if they ask you about your job?

No clue, whatever comes to mind.

And what do you usually come up with?

What do I know...
Art Director, Event Manager

Editor in a publishing house.

Why do you make those things up?

Why?

Because women think it's sexy; they love it
when they hear that you do something creative.

You try to appear interesting?

Fuck off! I don't want to talk to you.
Untie me!

Did you forget about our deal?

If I have to repeat myself all the time,
this will take forever.

So you tell them you're creative,
and then what happens?

I can't imagine that women fall to their knees for you.

I don't get it, what is this anyway?
Why are you asking me all these questions?

CDK. Ck.

Alright, before you get on my nerves even more,
I'll give you a crash-course in psychology.

Most women are unsatisfied with their lives.

Starting with theirjobs;
they never end up doing what they wanted to do.

They wanted to sing, dance, travel the world,
study fashion design, psychology, or art.

But they didn't fulfill their dreams.

They're stuck with a shitty job and shitty pay.

Their frustration carries on into their relationships
because they're not happy with their boyfriends.

Their men are pre-occupied with themselves,
their careers and old friends,

with whom they have men's nights out,
talking about old times, etc.

Meanwhile, the women are at home in front of their TVs,
convincing themselves they actually deserve better.

The frustration is followed by bitterness
about their wasted lives.

And then you come along and
promise them everything under the sun.

The lie is necessary and always will be;
if we speak the truth, we'll stay alone.

As opposed to most other guys, I listen to women.

And then you screw them?!

You don't care if they have a boyfriend,
a fiancé, or a husband.

If they don't mind that they've got a boyfriend,
fiance or husband, then I don't need to care either.

I'm not forcing anyone to jump into bed with me.

You're taking advantage of them.

We take advantage of each another.

That's dispicable.

You lie to them;
trick them into trusting you, and then you fuck them.

How so? They are free to say NO
at any point and leave, but they don't.

They stay; they want to let themselves go,
they want to be seduced.

I've had women down on their knees,
begging me to fuck them.

You can spin it any way you want,
it'll stay devious and deceptive.

Otherwise you'd stick to the truth

and tell them about your “exciting” life
as an insurance salesman,

but apparently that didn't work,
so you came up with this “artist” scam.

I create an illusion women want to be part of.

Magicians create illusions. You create lies

I'll explain it to you once again

women aren't interested in the so-called 'truth'
and do you know why?

Because the so-called 'truth' is stupid and boring.

They have 'the truth' during the day,
working at their shitty jobs.

Later in the evenings there's more 'truth' with
their boyfriends on the couch, in smelly socks.

And at night 'the truth' becomes a nightmare,

when the women have sex with
men they can't stand anymore.

And what do they do then?

They fake orgasms and hope the guy quickly blows
his load so they can have some peace and quiet.

So.

So this is your great 'truth'?

That life is not exactly thrilling or inspiring

therefore most women long for an adventure.

And you're the one to deliver?

I'm not the problem, I'm part of the solution.

That's the biggest load of crap I've heard in a long time.

What pathetic guidebook did you get this shit from?

Your perception of women is completely out of date.

The suffering, frustrated and depressed
woman is a thing of the past.

Nowadays, if a woman is unsatisfied with her
relationship she simply ends it.

Yeah, or she cheats.

I know women who've had affairs for years
and their men didn't notice a thing.

Why do women have affairs?

Because they're unhappy, unsatisfied and frustrated.

Or because some random asshole promises them
the world and they start doubting their love.

Women who love don't doubt.

They don't even notice other men.

But if they doubt their love,
they become sensitive and approachable.

Come on, untie me, I've got things to do.

You're a stupid, self-absorbed egomaniac.

Self-love is the beginning of a life-long romance.

You just don't get it,do you?
There's always cause and effect.

You manipulate women.

You know what your problem is?

You have an outdated image of women
you think they're holy, but they're not.

I'm sorry to destroy your world view,
but most women are sluts.

All this talk about love and faithfulness is absolute bullshit.

Sooner or later all women become unfaithful;
they just need the right occasion or the right guy.

Sometimes I'm that guy and if
I'm busy they are screwing other guys

it's like a law of nature or a goddamn rule.
Take your pick.

You break the rule of keeping your
hands off of other men's women.

Hold on. Did you set this rule?
Are you some sort of saint?

First of all, I don't take advantage of any woman.
If anything, they take advantage of me.

Second, what the hell does it matter to you who I fuck

and third, you definitely won't convince me of your
opinion and I'd be damned to try to convince you of mine.

Why do you film women during sex?

I asked you a question.

Do you get off on this?

Why do you film women during sex?

Then go jack off and stop annoying me with your bullshit.

Or are you impotent and can't get it up?!

Do you think it'll go away if I tell
you about random whores?

I'm sorry, that's not how it works.
Once impotent, always impotent.

Do you still think he's intelligent and charming?

You got tricked by a prick
who considers all women sluts.

Not such a great feeling, huh?

Why do you film women during sex?

Why do you film women during sex?

Are you sick in the head?

Or did your mother not love you enough?

Was she a whore and that's why
you believe all women are whores as well?

You've got me figured out.

Do the women know you're filming them?

Some know, others don't want to know

Don't you feel guilty?

Why would I feel guilty? If they're up
for the fun, I might as well film them doing it.

It's illegal to film without consent.

Aren't you listening? Most women know that a
camera is rolling and the rest don't want to know.

Did Lea know you were filming her?

Who?

The girl you met yesterday.

Of course she knew, take a look at the video,
she thought it was hot, it made her horny.

And would you also have...

You dirty liar, I didn't know anything about it!

Speaking of the devil.

You lied to me all along!

Tell your boyfriend to untie me.

You sneaky asshole!

What are you talking about?
We got along great and you had a hell of a time!

Shut up.

If I recall correctly, you came four times last night.

Shut up you damn bastard!

Stop it.

You should be thankful I gave you the ride of your life.

Everything the guy says is a lie,
when he opens his mouth, he's lying...

He's just trying to provoke you.

You were right, he's scum.

Forget that bitch. If you don't believe me,
check out the video.

He thinks you're my girlfriend.

It speaks for itself.

You're angry, frustrated, disappointed- I get it.

If I were in your shoes, I'd react the same way!

But you're making a huge mistake -
you're taking your anger out on me.

You should be mad at your girlfriend.

Let me give you some advice, get rid of her,

unless you're into women that
fuck around behind your back.

In that case, keep her.

But don't make me responsible for her
behavior. Do you know what I mean?

I'll explain it differently.

If a guy fucks a prostitute, who ends up for the worse?

The lonely guy who pays the prostitute for her
services or the whore who sells her body?

You don't have to think, I'll tell you.

The hooker of course, because without
the hooker there'd be no suitor.

Makes sense, right?

Now apply that logic to your girlfriend
and you'll see that I'm innocent.

If your girlfriend had said NO yesterday,
all of this wouldn't have happened.

As a matter of fact you should thank me;

imagine you guys were married, had kids and then
you find out that she's fucking around behind your back.

Do you remember what I said earlier?

If a woman's in love, she doesn't mess around.

By the looks of it, your girlfriend isn't in love with you.

So dump her, grow up and go
find yourself a decent woman.

You deserve so much better.

Who's this?

No idea, I don't know the chick.

Look at the picture closely.

I've never seen her before.

But she knows who you are.

I've got a good memory. If I say I don't
know her, then I'm sure I don't know her.

Her name is Katrin.

Last year in Cologne.

I wasn't in Cologne last year.

What the hell? Are you going to show me pictures
of all the women I've hooked up with?!

Where did you get that in the first place?

Tell me about Katrin.

I don't remember Katrin.

Think.

She worked at St. Elisabeth's hospital.

Where did you meet?

Hey...

Where did you meet her?

Don't do that again.

Where did you meet her?

I don't know, in some café or bistro.

What happened then?

I'm trying to remember. Yeah...

Come on! Faster! What happened then?

We talked.

About?

I don't remember.

What fairytale did you tell her?

Did you say you were the creative Editor-in-Chief again?

Come on, start talking.

Alright

if you really want to know.

It was in a bistro, she was sitting
at the table next to me, we started talking.

She told me she works in a hospital.

Did she ask about your job?

Yes, she did.

And what did you tell her?

I said: Guess. She looked at me and said:
You're a doctor and work for a charity organization.

BINGO. Then I played the part; real easy.

And, how far did you take it?
What other lies did you tell her?

I told her I work for Doctors without Borders.

What?

Doctors without Borders, a non-profit organisation
that offers medical emergency relief in war-zones

I'm familiar with the organization.

Did she buy your story?

What happened then?

We met the next day, went out to eat,

I told her I had to leave for Paris to go to
the Doctor's Without Borders headquarters,

to be briefed over my next assignment.

A week later I called her up again, we had cocktails
at the Hyatt and then she came up to my room.

Did she mention she had a boyfriend??

I don't remember.

Did she tell you she had a boyfriend?

Probably. But I didn't care.

Why did she meet up with you?

You're gonna have to ask her yourself.

But I'm asking you.

She was probably unsatisfied, unhappy,
bored and frustrated;

maybe she wanted to try something new
or just get a good fuck.

Did you get her hopes up?

Hopes of what?

Of more.

A relationship maybe?

No.

I bet it impressed her that you supposedly
'work' for Doctors Without Borders?!

Did you tell her that you can get
her a job in the organization?

No, I didn't.

But you gave her information brochures

She kept asking about the organization so I
pulled some information from the internet

and had it put into her locker at the hospital;
she was incredibly happy.

How can you be so deceitful?!

I only told her what she wanted to hear.

You lied to her so you could get her into bed!
What else did you tell her?

I didn't force her to do anything.

What other crap did you tell her?
What other lies did you tell her?

Put that fucking thing away.

Spit it out.

She told me she works with children, I.. I suggested she...

Yeah, what?
What? Spit it out already.

I told her about an orphanage in Ghana, that I was
planning to open up with some doctors

and that she could help out.

Untie me.
Please.

Did Katrin know you were filming her?

Man, don't you have enough already?
I've told you everything...

Did Katrin know that you were filming her?

Did Katrin know that you were filming her?

Yes, she knew.

No, she didn't.

Yes, she knew.

Did Katrin know that you were filming her?

No, she didn't.

What do you want to hear? Yeah, she knew about it.
No, she didn't. It doesn't make a difference.

She's a slut, or else she wouldn't have fucked me.

Why did you put the video online?

I didn't.

You're a goddamn liar.

I didn't put the video online.

Then who did?

My car was broken into and all my things were stolen;
a few weeks later the video showed up online.

Why should I post sex videos of mine?

Because you're a pig and it would suit you.

I don't need to be admired and I have
no desire to upload videos of myself.

That's probably how you make money- secretly
making sex videos and selling them to porn sites.

Come on now, you're imagination is running wild.

I'll tell you again: Someone broke into my car,
stole my stuff and uploaded the video.

Did you notify the police?

Sure, and they got the guy.

Where is the video now?

Untie me and I'll get it.

Where is the tape?

In my pocket. There's a key in my pocket.

The key with a number.

At Potsdamer Platz, there are lockers.

You can come out now, the psycho is gone.

I know you're hiding in the bedroom, so come out;
I have to talk to you.

I'm thirsty.

You are by far the most rotten,
dispicable guy I've ever met.

I am part of the power that intends
to do good but ends up doing evil.

You're such an asshole.

Well now you're exaggerating.

Everything you heard here is bullshit.

That guy's a psycho! He thinks I stole
his girlfriend but that's not true. She left him.

After that he stalked her, filmed us having sex,
just to upload the video and take revenge on her.

Then he came after me. He broke into my car,
but the police caught him.

He's schizophrenic, he doesn't
grasp the situation anymore.

I don't believe one word.

Then call the police, they'll confirm everything.

You're angry, I get it, but you've
got a completely wrong impression of me.

I only told him what he wanted to hear.

Here's an idea: Untie me, we'll go get a
drink and I'll tell you what really happened.

You're good at reading people, aren't you?!
Whom do you believe more? That stalker or me?

I'll tell you how it really happened. He filmed us.

This morning I wanted to get something for breakfast, he was
standing at the door and tried to blackmail me with the tape.

I called the police, he knocked me down
and locked me in the trunk of the car.

I don't believe you.

This guy is insane, his fuses are blown
and he's going crazy right now.

Emergency call. Hello?

What's wrong?

I'm not going to call the police.

Why not?

You're going to pay for everything you've
done to me.. and to the other women.

I didn't do anything to you,

we had a great talk, I bought you dinner, took
you along to the gallery, then you fell into my arms.

If that dumb-ass hadn't shown up,
we would have had breakfast together and...

How stupid do you think I am?
I fell for you once, it won't happen again.

You've got a guilty conscience,
but you don't need to. It was a slip-up.

Everyone makes mistakes, don't they?

You lied to me.

No, I didn't.

I really do work for a publishing house
and I'm going to write a novel.

You're an insurance salesman.

Every publishing house works with an insurance company...

and insurance salesmen can write novels too.
I'll only say one name: Franz Kafka.

I told all those stories because
that's what he wanted to hear.

He's gone mad; he's no longer connected to reality.

Look at me. Please.

I want to apologize to you.

Yesterday you weren't... and...
I took advantage of that, I'm sorry.

If I could take it back I would, but I can't.
Please untie me before the lunatic comes back.

When he's done with me, he'll come after you.

He'll scream and insult you. Is that what you want?

Did he go after you already?

He talked you into feeling guilty because you've got
a boyfriend but went to bed with me anyway? Am I right?

Did he call you a slut?

That's what he did, didn't he?

I knew it, he's insane!
Don't believe a word from his mouth.

You're neither a slut nor anything else. This is his sick
way of attempting to cope with his failed relationship.

Shit, not a nightmare after all.

The locker was empty.

What?

The damn locker was empty.

I think I have to throw up.

Where is the tape?

In the locker.

Where is the tape, tell me right now
or I'll burn your brains out.

Maybe the time was up and they opened it.
Why don't you call them.

You goddamn liar.

I swear it, it's in the locker. I put it there. I swear it.?

For hours I've been trying to figure out
why you're doing this.

I've got no idea what you're up to.
But I don't care anymore.

You can't blame a pig for acting like a pig.

That's Katrin.

We've known each other since highschool,
studied for our finals together.

After graduating Katrin did a voluntary year of social
service in India where she worked in an orphanage.

Then she studied Educational Sciences and
sociology and worked part time in a hospital.

At some point it just clicked and we fell in love.

Our relationship lasted 6 years -
I wouldn't want to miss a day.

Last year she suddenly changed, from one day to
the next she became anxious, had tantrums

and seemed really devastated.

I wanted to talk to her, but she locked
herself in her room and cried for hours.

A couple days later she told me she
met a man and had an affair with him.

At one point a video appeared on the net,
it had no audio, you could see Katrin talking with a guy..

Then they had sex...

Fellow students cross-linked the video with
Katrine Uni-Profile.

She became the talk of the town.

Doctors from her hospital saw the video too.

She was immediately fired.

I would have forgiven her, I just wanted to know why
she did it, but she refused to talk about it.

She was so humiliated...

She slit her wrists on August 13th.

The autopsy concluded that she was 4 weeks pregnant.

After the funeral I reported him to the police.

But since I didn't know his name or anything else
about him, the investigation was closed.

I searched for him for over a year.

Where's the video?

I was just meditating; it helps calm the spirit
and clears all of your thoughts.

Where's the video?

Did you know that all popular religions consider
meditation to be the highest form of spirituality?!

Within Buddhism for example, the goal of meditation is
enlightenment or to achieve Nirvana.

You've heard of Nirvana, right?!

No, I don't mean the band, I mean...

I know what Nirvana is and you'll reach it soon enough.

Hey, that was good!

If you know the destination, you can choose.

If you choose, you will find peace.
If you find peace, you are safe.

If you are safe, you can think.
If you think, you can improve.

And if you believe everything you hear,
you'd better not listen.

Where is the video?

What video?

The video that shows Katrin.

Did he put you on my case now?!

You don't even know the woman, so why should you care?

Katrin slit her wrists.

I've got nothing do to with it.

You uploaded the video.

Did he tell you this bullshit?

The guy's insane

he stalked that woman night and day,
she couldn't take one step without him knowing.

He filmed us having sex. He uploaded the video.

Now he's trying to blame me for her supposed
death, but he won't succeed.

Either you give him the video..

Or what? I have no idea where the video is.

Hey, what are you doing? You can't just
leave me here alone with that lunatic. Wait.

If you leave me alone with that guy, he'll kill me.

Lea, come back. I'll tell you what you
want to know. Please.

You have to promise me something.

If I tell you where the video is, you stay here. You
won't leave me alone. Will you promise me that?

In the trunk, where the spare tire is.

Don't watch the video.

You said you were together for 6 years
and that you wouldn't want to miss a day?

The orphanage project has got its own momentum,
we'll start planing in three months and you are in.

You were right.

Why?

Why?

Why what?

Why?

No clue.

Why?

Because.

Why?

Who's to say exactly?

Why?

Let me think for a moment.

Why?

You tell me.

Why?

You're starting to repeat yourself.

Why?

Why not?

Why?

Because it's so easy.

Why?

Because it's fun.

Why? Because I can.

Why? Because you're a dumb clown.

Why? Because you're a loser.

Why? Because she was so stupid. ?

Why? Because she was a slut.
Because she was a dumb slut!

Why? Why? Why? Are you all out of WHYS now?
This is fun- let's keep on playing this little game.

Are you giving up already or what?

Hey come back you dumb clown, you can't
just leave in the middle of your show. You loser.

You just missed something hilarious.

Don't they say that clowns laugh on
the outside but cry on the inside?!

That clown back there does neither.
He just pisses his pants and leaves.

Untie me now. The show is over.

This circus ends right here and now.
Unfortunately we have to say our goodbyes.

The clown can continue tilting at windmills, you return
to your boring life and I'll ride into my sunset.

Yesterday you asked me which book I'm reading?!

Do you want to talk books now?

You'll like the book, the story takes
place on a big sailing ship.

The tyrannical captain had steered the ship
into a heavy storm; many sailors died.

The captain is badly wounded, the ship has a broken rudder,
it's drifting on the ocean and there's no land in sight.

The crew has no food left and is on the brink of starvation.

What do you do in such a situation?

The crew decides to kill the wounded captain, cut
him apart and split the meat amongst the starving crew.

Everyone agrees, but no one is brave
enough to kill the captain.

Then the youngest and weakest sailor takes
the knife and rams it into the captain's heart.

He then cuts the corpse apart and passes
the meat to the crew.

Does killing the captain make him a murderer?
Or is he a hero for saving 3O other sailors' lives?

That's a good question.

I'll think about it and call you sometime
and then we'll talk about heroes and clowns.

We remain, struck and let down, the curtains
closed and all questions unknown.

Don't do it.

I can't let him go.

He can't be allowed to get away with it.

If you do something to him now,
he'll haunt you for the rest of your life.

He'll get into your head like a tumor and
you'll never lead a normal life again.

He's not worth it. Sooner or later
he'll pay for everything.

Beat it.

What have you two come up with now?

Get lost already!

Is that dumb-ass hiding behind the door with his taser?

Don't tell me, he really took off?!

Good evening, my name is Lea Reichert.
I think there's an intruder in my house.

Kommandantenstr. 67. That's right.
I'll wait outside for the police car.

Very funny.

Well, then I guess this means goodbye,
thanks for the enjoyable evening.

Hello.

Yeah, hi. I'm wondering if you've still
got a spot in your carpool to Cologne tomorrow

Yeah, sure.

Then I'd like to come along.

My name is Ryan and who are you?

Laura.

Hi Laura, we can be informal, right?

OK, when and where do we want to meet tomorrow?

Laura, you've got a beautiful voice,
are you in a band or something?

No, but I sang in our school choir.

Soprano or a mezzo-soprano?

Soprano.

Yeah, I can hear that. I used to write songs for bands.

Really?

Yeah, tomorrow I'll tell you more. Let's meet at
the Schinkelplatz at 11 a.m. Do you know where that is?

No, but I'll find it.

Then I'll buy you breakfast and we'll
drive to Cologne together. What do you say?

Alright, I'm looking forward to it.

Me too. See you then.

See you tomorrow.

The person you are calling is unavailable.
Please leave a message after the tone.

Hey, it's me, can I borrow your videocamera
for a couple days?

I'll be in town 'till tomorrow morning, give me a call.

Why?

Who's to say exactly?

Are you my ride?

Laura.

Daniel.

What's wrong?

Didn't you use a different name on the phone yesterday?

Pardon me, ahh, forget it. I'm totally out of tune

I had 3 job interviews yesterday, got rejected 3 times,

then my luggage was stolen, the heating
in my hotel room stopped working

and this morning a pipe burst, there was no
water and I couldn't shower.

I feel like a Siberian nightingale.

Do you know the story of the Siberian nightingale?

A Siberian nightingale is flying through the air.

She flies higher and higher, hits a cold front,
freezes to ice and falls to the ground.

A cow comes by and takes a shit on the nightingale,

the shit is warm, the ice melts and
the nightingale wakes up

sticks its head out of the crap and cheers in joy.

A cat hears this, comes along,
catches the nightingale and eats it.

The moral of the story.

The path upwards is easy, but ends abruptly

Not everyone who gets you into shit is your enemy
and not everyone who pulls you out is your friend.

And if you're already deep in shit,
don't start cheering.