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Not again.

Shit.

- Here comes trouble. - Here comes the educated elite.

You trying to kiss up to me? Give me the backpack.

- The word is "please". - Shut up! It's my brother's.

Oh, it was your brother's. Sorry.

Just give it back.

- Cool swim shorts. Here, try it on. - Hey!

The lunchbox too.

You have to get it yourself.

- Assholes. - What's wrong with her?

Boneheads.

Sometimes I think I am the only one in our neighbourhood,

who has dreams.

I have two.

I want to kill my stepfather Vadim and write a book about my mother.

I already have the title, "The story of a stupid red-haired woman,

who would still be alive if she had listened to her smart oldest daughter."

Hi, Anton. Here's your backpack.

Is everything still in it?

It doesn't matter. I don't want to go swimming anyway.

I hate vacation.

Are you bored too?

Listen.

I have been thinking. I want to kill Vadim.

Is that okay with you? I mean, he is your father.

Go ahead. I think, Alissa has nothing against it either.

That's good.

- How do you want to do it? - There are 1.000 possibilities.

I could poison him. Choke him.

Stab him. Throw him off the balcony. Run him over with a car.

- But you don't have a car. - I can't get to him now anyway.

He has to stay in prison for a long time.

Anton!

Look what I got. You can have a bite.

I don't want to. Thanks.

Wiener nose.

Alissa!

Mascha wait.

Come on, Sweetheart.

Hurry up, hurry up. hurry up!

The story of a stupid red-haired woman,

who would still be alive if she had listened to her smart oldest daughter.

I don't want my mother to be famous because she died so horribly.

Oh, fuck. This is not working.

Sascha.

Sasch!

Yes.

What is not right?

Nothing, but you have to apply for housing money every year.

They'll pay and if not, it's not your problem.

Come here, you have to sign this.

Sign.

There.

You have to put chervil in it.

Chervil, chervil, chervil...

Eat, my little orphan child.

- Don't call her that. - Sorry.

- I didn't think. - Yes, I noticed.

Try it, little man.

So that you will become strong and big.

Yummy?

See you later.

One stamp, please.

Here. You might be interested in this.

"The remorse is breaking my heart."

Exclusive visit of a murderer, a story by Susanne Mahler.

"I love her", sobs the man in his mid-forties and wipes away a tear.

I feel ashamed in front of my children. I am so terribly sorry.

I want to talk to Susanne Mahler right away.

- Do you have an appointment? - No.

- Your name, please. - Sascha. Sascha Naimann.

Tell her, it's the stepdaughter of Vadim E.

One moment, please.

Sascha Naimann wants to talk to you.

Miss Naimann. You wanted to have a conversation.

What can we do for you?

I read this.

Susanne Mahler's article.

- How do you like it? - It's crap.

Vadim is the biggest, most disgusting asshole on earth

and you write that he paints expressive paintings.

Hello? Did you forget what this douchebag did to my family?

- I am really sorry about this. - You can't do stuff like this!

- Miss Naimann. - What?

- I understand how you feel. - Right.

So your mother was murdered too.

No.

Then you can't judge.

Goodbye and I wish you all the best.

I wanted to talk to her.

Look, Mrs. Mahler is a trainee at our newspaper.

So you let a beginner do an interview with a murderer.

I am really sorry that you had to read this.

- I assume responsibility for it. - Why should you?

I knew your mother. Briefly.

She wrote for this Russian-German advertising paper.

And she had this special sense of humor, a little bit weird.

And her column was really good.

Probably the best thing about this whole newspaper.

It's the first time that I wished our newspaper wasn't so widely read.

What can I do for you? Do you have any ideas?

I am pretty uncreative when it comes to myself.

Call me if you think of something. I owe you one.

- Have you seen Igor? - No.

- I hate men. - There are some good ones.

Nice guys who cook and clean and give you presents all the time.

- Supposedly they smell good too. - Where are they?

What do I know?

Maybe in Berlin.

I've been there. They're not there.

- I'll be at your house at three. - Why?

- Remember? Integral? - No, I don't need maths anymore.

I threw up all night.

- Yes. - What's that got to do with it?

Don't be stupid.

I am pregnant.

- No. - Yes. Really.

Yes, l feel like throwing up all the time. That says it all.

And you will be the godmother, okay?

Hey, come sit down.

I don't think she wants to.

Sascha!

- Don't you want to stick around? - Nope.

Why don't you come with us to the Scherbenpark?

Where you get drunk and three guys share a girl in the bushes.

That one time. And besides, she wanted it, too.

Maybe she wanted it, but guys like you make me ill.

If you don't get a bit nicer, I'll make your life a living hell.

Too late. It already is a living hell. Get lost!

Mascha? What are these shoes doing here?

Saschinka. Why so early?

- No math with Anna? - No.

I will bring you your food into your room.

Is something wrong?

No.

- Hi, Grigorij. - Hi, Sascha.

Anna didn't tell me that your shower's not working.

Pretty small towel. Didn't you bring your own?

Do you want me to lend you my bathrobe? Are you already using it?

It's not right or what you're doing.

How long has this been going on?

And where are my brother and sister, while you're fucking around?

- Have you told her? - Not yet.

We have to tell her.

- What are you supposed to tell me? - Nothing.

Tell me.

We want to get married, Mascha and I.

- What? - Grigorij is good man. Not just sex.

Get lost.

I didn't think that it would be so terrible here.

I don't understand anything.

And the Russians here look at me funny.

Grigorij's the only one who's good to me.

- Who looks at you funny? - It's because of our story.

The people know that I'm Vadim's cousin and avoid us.

- Fuck Nowosibirsk! - Sascha.

Don't be mad at me. You have your sorrow and I have mine.

But Grigorij is a very nice man.

That's exactly what Mom said when she married Vadim.

Sorry if I don't believe you, but I have my experiences.

Sascha, stay here.

You can marry him or stay with us.

You can't have both.

That's the way she is. What can you do?

- Trebur. - Hi, this is Sascha Naimann.

- I am calling about your suggestion. - My what?

You said I could call you if I had a problem.

And now you have a problem?

- Yes, I can't stay at home. - Why not?

It just happened that way. I need a place to stay for a few days.

- Were you thinking about a hotel? - No, I could stay at your place.

I don't know if that's possible.

Could you maybe pick me up?

Hey, what's up? Did they throw you out or are you going voluntarily?

That's none of your business.

- I thought you were an electrician. - They didn't need me anymore.

- And now? - Delivering newspapers.

- As if anybody here reads. - Why are you such a cynic?

You're Russian and you read the newspaper. You stole the last one.

Right. I should do it better, since I'm Russian.

Didn't you get enough love as a kid? Why are you so frustrated?

- I have to go. - Sure, I'll start crying soon.

- Hello, Mrs. Naimann. - Oh, hello.

- Is that all you have? - Yes.

Come on.

- Here we go. - Thanks.

Warm enough?

Yes.

I didn't think we'd meet again so soon.

Me neither.

Is this okay with you for one or two nights?

It's nice here. Thank you.

Before I introduce you, we should call each other by our first names.

- I'm Volker. - Sascha.

- Good. Are you hungry?- No.

We have bread and cheese, but we can also order something.

- I'm kind of tired. - Okay.

If you take a shower, turn on the mirror heating. It's a passive house.

- Do you need anything else? - Maybe something to read.

Before I introduce you, we should call each other by our first names.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

- What's your name again? - Sascha.

- I was wondering where you were. - I was tired.

I'm Felix by the way.

Do you want to see my room?

- Why? - No particular reason.

Volker said you were staying with us for a couple of days, but not why.

Smart man.

Do you want to see my room now?

For all I care.

- Are your light bulbs broken? - It's nice like this.

You can play soccer on it.

And other games.

I'm going back to my room.

And then?

- Then I'll go to sleep. - Should I show you the way?

No, thanks, I'll find it myself.

Good night.

- Is Volker your father? - Yes, what else?

And where's your mother?

That woman over there. That's my mother.

No way.

- That's crazy. - Now she lives in Berlin.

- Are your parents divorced? - Yes.

- And why? - She just wanted to leave.

- And you? - I didn't want to go to Berlin.

And I don't like her new boyfriend.

- Here I've got everything I need. - Does your father have everything?

What?

Does he have everything he needs?

Okay. It's been a while since he had a girlfriend.

Was she young and pretty?

Yes.

Was her name Susanne Mahler?

How did you know?

- Let's call it intuition. - Feminine intuition?

Good night.

- Sleep well.- Bye.

- Impressive concentration. - Morning.

- Did you sleep well? - Yes, very well, thanks.

- How long do you want to stay? - No idea.

It is totally fine with me if you stay for a while, but...

- How old are you? - 11.

If you plan to stay for a longer time,

then I have to clear it with your legal guardian.

She's sitting in front of you.

We'll talk about this later.

- Have fun at work. - Thanks.

Say hello to Susanne for me.

Hi. Sit down.

- Do you want to eat something? - No. Do you have coffee?

Sure.

- What did Volker tell you about me? - Nothing.

Do you want me to guess?

Probably that my mother was murdered and I am an orphan

and that you shouldn't annoy me with stupid questions.

He said something about tragic family circumstances.

You are the only family I know that has a buzz saw in their kitchen.

Do you think you can crack open skulls with it?

That's a bread cutter.

You could do it like this...

Do you think it could work?

- The head needs to be underneath it. - Yes.

You'd have to strap it down here

and then you can crack open the skull.

Very simple. Exactly the right thing for that asshole.

I am not hungry anymore.

No problem.

Look, Sascha.

Is this a push-up bra?

Give it back right now.

Or I'll shove your joystick right up your tiny butt.

- It was in the guest bathroom. - Really?

Yes. You only get away with this, because you're so messed up.

Otherwise this would have been a very serious mistake.

- That's Volker's book. - He only reads new books.

That's my revenge for what you said about my tiny butt.

- Not with the hose or I'll get sick. - And I won't?

- I put warm water in the tank. - Very thoughtful.

- That's the way I am. - Hey!

Stop it!

But I am really cold anyway.

- You know where it's really warm? - In your bed?

No.

Come on.

This way.

Cool.

- I built this with Volker years ago. - Wow.

A passive house with radiant heaters in the garden, very consistent!

I know, Volker made a fuss about them too, but it is so nice and warm.

You have to take off your wet clothes or you'll get sick.

What do you need those for?

Volker gave them to me.

Don't you want to get undressed?

- You don't have to be scared. - I'm never scared. Remember that.

Okay.

- Could you turn around? - Sure.

- How does it feel to be an orphan? - Excuse me?

- You said you were an orphan. - My biological father is alive.

- And where is he? - I have no idea.

My mother only told me that during her time at the university

she had an affair with a married professor in Prague.

When she got pregnant, he gave her money

to abort me. And...

That was the end of it. And after her death

I got a little snot-green letter.

But I threw it away.

I don't give a shit about that guy.

Ready.

You have a great body.

You could go around without a bra. It would look really good.

Thanks.

- It's getting really warm now. - Yes.

I'll take off my wet pants, okay?

- Do you have a boyfriend? - No.

I don't need one and I'm not a lesbian.

- Did you ever have one? - No, not really.

- So you're still a virgin? - I bet you are too.

- Don't you feel weird about it? - I feel weird in general.

- It is still cold. - You have too much on.

The same goes for you.

- What is that? - Nothing.

- Show me the scar. - I'm freezing.

Show me.

Show me.

Wow.

- Your kisses are really wet. - And you complain all the time.

Okay, we'll do it now, but don't groan too loud.

What? Go on, get undressed.

They expire soon anyway.

- They have strawberry flavor. - I hate strawberries.

- Not in there. - Sorry.

Already done?

How long is it supposed to take?

I don't know, but longer.

- How was it for you? - Sticky.

I thought it was totally awesome.

- You should practice with others. - You are really mean.

- And you talk a lot and don't sleep. - Not me.

I'm not tired at all.

- Look. Those could be my children. - Stop it!

- That's disgusting. Put it away. - Every man produces so many.

A woman only needs one egg to reproduce.

Is this your protective mechanism again?

- Did it hurt a lot? - Nobody can hurt me.

It didn't hurt me either.

I'm going to take a shower now.

- Can I come with you? - No.

Sascha, catch!

Shit!

- What are you doing here? - Survival training.

- Okay, that's how it's called. - Look.

They also expire soon.

Forget it, you fucking rich kid.

Stupid bitch.

Fuck.

Shit.

Weekend.

Hi, you two.

How was your day?

Shall we do something together? Felix?

I don't care.

- Sascha? - No idea.

That's something new.

- Have you already eaten? - Felix made himself a pizza.

- Are you not hungry? - Yes.

Felix?

You said she invited herself, so I don't have to entertain her.

- What's wrong with you? - Nothing.

- He doesn't mean it. - Sure.

We're always happy to have guests.

- Do you like fried eggs? - If it's not too much hassle.

Mustard eggs, poached eggs, pancakes?

- Scrambled eggs? - I don't care.

As you like.

Here. Take this.

Families are really exhausting, don't you think?

A natural disaster.

Family, a natural disaster.

We're going to the movies. We might be late. See you at breakfast.

I'm coming with you.

- Do you have a driving license? - No.

- You've sat behind a wheel already? - No. With who?

- Want to try? - Have fun at the movies.

Come on, don't be a spoilsport. She'll only drives up the street.

- If he can do it, you can too. - What if I break something?

Great. We'd better fasten our seat belts.

That's the gas, in the middle is the brake.

- Don't forget to steer. - Okay, brake. And now gas.

- Straight ahead. - Too fast.

- Careful, the blue one. - Yes.

Oh, shit.

Get out of the way. Everybody off the patient.

I'll shock him.

- Just a minute. - What is it?

I'd say he's dreaming.

You guys sure are entertaining!

Next time I'll go to the movies with some senior citizens.

What's wrong?

Is it because of the movie?

Yeah, partly.

- It was so sad at the end. - Life isn't always fair.

Your films always have bad endings. No wonder I never like them.

- And how did you like the movie? - I'm cold.

Okay, then we'll go home now.

- Alissa? - We can't talk right now.

I told you to answer "Alissa Naimann".

- I know. Where are you? - At a friend's house.

- When are you coming back? - Soon.

Do you miss me?

- I can't see it when you nod. - Yes, you can.

- You. - Who else?

I can't do it twice a day.

- I'm not here because of that. - But?

- Are you still cold? - Why?

I'm a great heater.

This is good.

- Like this?- Yes.

- And like this? - No.

- Do you want to hear a story? - Depends.

- It has a bad ending. - Tell it anyway.

Okay.

There was a beautiful and smart, but also stupid woman from Moscow.

- And she had a little daughter. - Is that you?

Shh.

One day, she met a soldier.

He didn't really suit her, because she was an art historian.

And despite all the warnings, she married this man.

And had two more children with him.

But this man wasn't a good guy and had a bad temper.

But they still came together to Germany?

The woman thought everything would get better.

But exactly the opposite was the case.

But one day she gathered all her courage

and threw the asshole out.

- Just like that? - Yes.

Something must have happened.

Because the woman and the three children got on great without him,

he was scared that his children would realize

what a loser he was.

So he bought a few bars of peppermint chocolate

and visited the family.

First he watched TV with the kids, but soon they started fighting.

And suddenly the man pulled out a gun.

Without any warning, he shot the woman.

Once, twice.

Three times, four times.

I was standing right next to her.

To this day I don't know why Vadim didn't shoot me, too.

I saw my mother

lying in a sea of blood.

Anton and Alissa screamed, as I tried to get her to sit up.

Her body was very heavy and limp.

Then I took my siblings

and went with them to our neighbours.

We waited there until the police came and took Vadim away.

Were this enough details?

Felix?

Shit.

Volker!

Volker!

- Felix. - Felix?

No, he's in my room.

Felix? Hello?

Open the window. Can you hear me? Everything's fine. Relax.

Everything's fine. Breathe.

Shit. Let's get in the car.

Felix.

Come here, come.

Come on. Relax.

- Volker, what's wrong with Felix? - He was born with lung damage.

When he was ten, he had to get a transplant.

- That's why he has this scar. - Yes.

Somehow I thought at least with you guys everything was fine.

That you're happy people with no problems.

- Is the body rejecting it? - No.

His bronchial tubes close up sometimes, nobody knows why.

- I think it was my fault. - Why?

We probably shouldn't have done it.

What?

Do you want to tell me that you took my son's virginity tonight?

No, today at lunchtime.

Don't worry about it, he's had those seizures before.

But not this bad in a long time.

Maybe he should take it easy from now on.

Poor Felix.

I don't think I can talk him out of his new hobby.

- But I want to go home. - Life isn't a walk in the park.

Keep your sayings to yourself.

You'll stay here until the doctors let you go.

I don't want this to happen on vacation.

- I don't want to go with you anyway. - Felix! Volker's just worried.

- You almost croaked. - Thanks a lot.

Very sensitive of you!

Sorry, I just wanted to help.

We're all tired, we should talk tomorrow.

Bye.

You can say goodbye to each other.

Alright. Sleep well.

- Are you coming tomorrow? - I hate hospitals.

- Good night. - Don't I get a kiss?

You just got one. From Volker.

Do you want some?

I don't drink.

You're still young. You'll change your mind.

Good night, Sascha.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Can I sleep here?

- And where should I sleep? - The bed's big enough.

- But I snore. - No problem.

Good night, Sascha.

Good night.

Volker?

I think I was wrong the whole time.

I always thought that I was grown up in my head.

- What are you talking about? - But maybe it's not true.

I'm not that grown-up.

That's a really great insight.

Let's sleep now.

Sascha!

Sascha!

Me too, me too.

- Sascha's sleeping. - Not anymore.

It's fine.

Anna!

- Here comes smarty-pants! - What did they do to you?

I can't pee in front of the guys on the test strip.

- It's already her third try. - Can you see something?

Please no.

Are you jealous? I get every woman pregnant.

- Or do you just want my body? - Sorry, Igor.

I can't do it with guys who can't read.

Welfare and bad German aren't sexy. It doesn't make me come.

Shit.

- It didn't work again. - You should be happy.

- But I want to have a baby. - We can try again right now.

Maybe I didn't pee on it right.

You're not that stupid.

- Although... - Get lost, mind your own business.

With your sperm it would have been a retard anyway!

Wrong move, butt-face!

- What am I supposed to do with it? - Smell them?

Here, give me the green stuff.

I'll bring you a vase.

Everything alright with you?

- I went back home. - I know. Volker told me.

Then you know everything.

I decided that you'll fly with us to Spain for the rest of the vacation.

- What did Volker say? - He'll even pay for someone

to keep my bad mood away from him.

Didn't you hear? Volker will pay for it.

No, I can't come with you.

This is not good for my sexual development.

You're really exhausting.

- Didn't you like it at all? - Yes.

But?

- I don't know if I'm right for you. - Definitely.

Or you for me.

I'm not here.

- Maybe we can... - It's okay.

I'll call you after Spain.

Enjoy the sun.

- Who was that? - Felix. You don't know him.

- A man? - An early stage of a man.

Then you are lucky. Real men are pigs.

- I want to visit Katja. - I'm here.

- You again. - Katja, I'm coming!

Hi.

If the little one keeps coming over I'm gonna go deaf.

- How's it going? - Okay.

Wanna come in for a bit?

- I didn't know you read so much. - Not anymore.

Can Katja come over? I want to show her my room.

That's a good idea. You have never been to our house, right?

- I'm not allowed to. - Who says that?

- Mommy. - Why?

Does your mother think that we eat little kids?

She's just scared. You know how parents are.

Vadim shot. Not me, not Mascha. Why isn't she allowed to come?

I don't care, but my mother says your house is bad luck.

- She's a bit weird. - I understand.

I couldn't live in a flat with my mother's blood still in the hall.

My mother died in the living room. I was there.

- Why do you never hang with us? - With you morons?

Am I blond and have big boops?

Well, I thought everybody needs a bit of distraction.

You ought to know that.

Who's better in bed? The rich daddy or the pimply son?

Careful.

Alissa. We're going.

Sascha.

Come on.

Hey, Sascha.

The story of a stupid, red-haired woman.

My mother was a big optimist.

They don't make them like her anymore.

She was a bit more, a bit better and a bit classy.

That's the way she was.

How could she realize

that right in front of her a cloud of frustration and hate built up

that became her fate.

When I think about her, I just want to kill Vadim.

I'm glad he's rotting in his cell and suffering

until the end of time.

He owes that to my mother.

Hey!

Play somewhere else, you idiots.

- You should know when to shut up. - Stupidity's contagious.

Too bad you're not scared.

That has to change.

- You really are scared. - Igor.

If you touch me I'll cut your face in half.

I don't think that Anna would like that.

- Are you crazy? - Does it hurt?

Hey man, don't go too far.

Sascha. Fuck off.

Trebur.

You have to come and get me. I can't stand it here anymore.

Keep calm. I'm on my way. Stay where you are. I'll pick you up in front of you're house

- What happened? - Sorry, I overreacted.

- Were you attacked? - Something like that.

What happened?

- We're going to the police. - No.

I should have helped her. Then my mother would still be alive.

- That's nonsense. - No.

Vadim was always scared of me. I should have grabbed the gun.

You couldn't have changed anything. You wouldn't be here today.

You need to talk to somebody who has experience with this.

I'll introduce you to a friend of mine who's a psychologist.

Have fun in Spain, okay?

Sascha.

You can always call me. Really.

We'll send you a postcard.

Great.

My girl. You're so strong.

You can do anything.

Be patient.

Is the tea getting sweeter?

Yes.

One spoonful more each time, Sascha.

What else can I do for you?

I don't know.

MURDERER VADIM E. HANGS HIMSELF IN HIS CELL

Pick that up.

They should have told me first.

Leave me alone. I hate you.

You're sick.

Hey, are you crazy? Fuck off!

- Shithead! - Hey! Stupid cunt!

You are even crazier than your mother.

Shut up!

Hey, calm down.

What?

She's gone totally nuts.

Leave me alone!

Shut up down there!

You shut up! What do you want from me? Fuck off!

I hate you!

I hate you all!

- You too! - I'm coming down there.

Throw another one!

I will, you cunt!

Recover, recover.

Window, window...

Fall... Sasch!

- Since when am I here? - Three days.

- Three days? - We were so scared.

Sascha, don't touch, otherwise head broken.

You have to recover.

Recover. A new word.

Sickness word.

You have to relax and don't think too much.

You have to recover. Understand?

Okay.

- A letter came for you. - From Spain?

And now sleep.

Dear Sascha,

Since I learned about the tragedy with your mother,

it's all the more important for me to get to know you.

I've been living for 20 years with my family in Prague.

I would be very happy if you came to visit us.

Your father, Milan Nemec.

What is this?

For you.

Thank you.

Do you like it?

Yeah, sure.

- Say hello to your aunt from us. - Don't you want to come upstairs?

- Some other time.- Thanks for the ride.

I'll call you.

Sascha.

When you are older, you'll realize

that your stepfather was very weak. - How do you know?

Did you know him? - No.

- Stop making assumptions. - I'll still call you tomorrow!

Really great.

What a smartass!

Saschinka.

How could that cowardly asshole just kill himself?

I should have written him a letter every day.

That we're glad that he's rotting alone in his cell.

Sascha, it's all over now.

You can't change anything.

I so wish that you would start living.

Look.

For Grigorij.

But only if Anna doesn't come here to shower.

Anna, never.

Will you all be okay?

Goodbye, Sascha.

Sascha.

- Nice scar. - Thanks.

- I broke lgor's nose. - That's almost romantic.

That was my intention.

Thank you for everything.

- Where are you going? - To my father.

You have a father?

When are you coming back?