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'...said Greta, and lovingly caressed her pony's soft nostrils. She knew she'd finally found a friend.'

The end, but now we must be going, princess.

But I want to stay here.

When I'm back home, we'll do something special together, ok?

Yay! Going swimming!

It's a promise. I love you very much.

I love you too.

Good bye.

So, which audiobook are we going to listen to in the car? The one with the twins doing magic or zoo animal?

Kathrin, I'm so sorry.

They are slandering me. They make me look like an asocial slut, addicted to shopping. I can't do anything about it.

Do you ever listen to yourself?

I had a stroke. I can no longer read and write. Do you know what this means for me?

I know. I'm sorry.

But Jasmin's world only revolves around Jasmin.

What's become of you?

See you later then, Ms. Flemming.

Yes.

Ok, I didn't react in time. But that doesn't make me a bad person.

I don't want Johanna to find out about my alexia, and what do you do?

I'm sorry, I... Kathrin, I didn't do it on purpose. How many times do you want me to apologize?

You don't even realize it...do you?

Realize what?

That everything is always about you! You revolve around yourself!

That's not true.

Your show, your image, your...your career. You completely lose sight of other people over all of that.

Kathrin, I'm sitting by your side here. I take the train to Rheinsberg to bring Johanna to you, and certainly not because I don't care about you!

Yeah, yeah.

You had a stroke. I didn't know if you'd survive. Do you know how hard that was for me?

And then there's the press, besieging me, calling me a bitch. Can't you understand that it's all too much for me right now?

Yet again, it's all about you!

Well, my life just sucks right now!

Skip it. I really have other problems right now.

There she is. Jasmin!

- Why did you marry Kurt LeRoy? Did you want to push your career? - Could I take a close up shot too, please? - Do you still run your foundation for victims of abuse?

Jasmin! Turn around!

Leave me alone!

Danny, Lock the door! Quick!

You keep out!

What happened? You're beside yourself.

Is there anything I can do?

No.

Bunch of lowlifes!

Thank you, Danny.

Are they journalists? What did they want from you?

They want to finish me off! My mother's in the hospital, and they have nothing better to do than to chase me!

You are Jasmin Flemming, aren't you?

I watched the show.

Yeah, who hasn't?

They're not exactly putting you in a good light. But seeing you now, I think you're really likeable.

Those assholes screwed me over. They made all these big promises, and now they make me look like an asocial slut!

That's really unfair. But you hear that all the time, how the media...awful.

And...now your mother's in the hospital on top of it all?

Must be terrible for you.

Thank you.

But, isn't there anything you can do about this? Sue them?

Man, I was stupid enough to give up my say in the matter.

Well, but still... It's inhuman, to portray somebody on TV in such a way.

There must be a way to defend yourself.

And...your mother? Is it bad? An accident?

But she's not in a critical condition, is she?

No.

If it's burnout - I've been there - she'd better keep it to herself.

They immediately label you as a psychological wreck.

No, it's not that. She had a stroke.

How awful.

Jasmin? It's me!

I'm sorry. So, how bad is it?

Well, it only just happened.

But the worst thing is, that you can't tell what after-effects it's going to have.

And then there's the paparazzi, ambushing me. I don't know where to turn anymore.

- Yeah, sometimes fate hands you one blow after another. - Hey

Hey

Are you ok?

Could be better.

Who's this? A journalist?

Yes, I'm Sonja H�usler, from the Berlin Merkur.

But I'm not like those colleagues of mine out there.

Actually, I'm here to interview you...but about the consequences a reality show has for a young woman like you.

Jasmin has nothing to say to you.

Danny, can you let us out?

Sure.

Come on.

- How could you do this? You're no better than they are! - It's a misunderstanding. I really have your best interest at heart.

Come on.

Give me call. I can help you!

Man, get lost.

- After the reality show show, can you still see yourself... working as an actress? - Get lost. Man, piss off!!

Fuck off!

Jasmin!

- If I see my face printed anywhere, you're gonna be in big trouble, ok? - Can you still see yourself working as an actress?

Thank you. You saved me.

No big deal.

Why did you talk to her, anyway?

I didn't know she's a journalist.

Shit! She seemed really nice! Stupid cow.

Great ploy. I hope you didn't tell her about your mother, or you'll find it in the paper tomorrow.

Oh no, Jasmin.

Man, like I said, I didn't know she's a journalist!

You know...sometimes I really wonder, how blonde you are?

You don't get it, do you?

I'm completely beside myself. I'd like to see you, when your mother's in the hospital and almost dies!

I'm not as tough as you all are!

I'm gonna leave you alone now.

H�usler? Berlin Merkur?

This is Jasmin Flemming.

I'm glad you called. That was really unfortunate earlier.

I'm not going to give an interview.

Ms. Flemming, I mean well. It could help you redeem your damaged image.

Listen, I'm not going to give you an interview, and what I told you about my mother will stay between us. You have no right to publish it.

Of course. You can count on me.

Ok.