All language subtitles for Oh Hell Season - 2e03

Until then, I'd barely thought about you.

Except after I woke up every morning,
and then 13 or 14 times after that.

And I couldn't help noticing
how much you liked being around me.

Hey.

Hey.

I bought the book that you're reading.
I'm reading it now too.

Do you think that's creepy?
Not the collision of collisions.

That someone you've just met
has bought the book that you're reading.

Well, I'd find it creepy.

Totally creepy.

Communication. That's my thing.

"Adult behavioral therapy questionnaire."

"Last name." Sternberg.

"First name." Helene.

"Age." 25.

It was time to properly measure myself.

Like an eel
that had been pulled out the water.

First see how many pounds of crazy I am.

"If you fill out this questionnaire
as completely and accurately as possible,

you will make it easier
for yourself and your therapist

to identify the correlation between issues

and to implement
the therapeutic treatment.

Please only underline the problems below

that occurred
in your childhood or adolescence

for a longer period of time,
more than three months,

or that still exist today."

"Nail biting."

No.

"Pulling out hair."

No.

"Tics." Yes.

Of course,
I immediately checked the meal plans.

MEAL PLAN
CALENDAR WEEK 20

"Bedwetting." No.

"Soiling oneself." No.

"Seizure disorder."

Seizure disorder...

"Self-harming." No.

"Excessive masturbation."

Sometimes.

"Lying." Yes. "Playing with fire."

Cool.

Yes.

"Playing hooky." Yep.

"Alcohol."

"Smoking."

"Drugs." Yes.

"Inferiority complex."

-What do you think?
-Yes.

So, yes. But why?

You've often talked about Maike.

"Lack of emotional detachment." Yes.

"Clown-like behavior."

-Clown-like behavior?
-Yes.

"Information on the symptoms.
Description of the problem."

I'll go to jail if I don't go to therapy,

because I destroyed
a species of toad in a forest fire.

Alternatively, six weeks in a day clinic,
of which I've managed two days.

Yes, good.
That's the court's point of view.

And what's your point of view?

No idea. Do I have
to have a point of view?

There's always a point of view.

I can't find one.

I'd like to ask you
to talk to little Helene.

Okay.

-But there's one condition.
-Yes?

You talk to little Dr. Berg-Berth.

You're turning the doctor-patient
relationship on its head.

Was that little Dr. Berg-Berth?

No.

What does he say?

Don't be shy.

The shyness is just
obscuring something else.

What does this shyness want to express?

What's your first name?

Helene...

You...

-The boundaries are blurring.
-The boundaries are blurring? Nice name.

A bit clunky.

Emil.

Right?

-No.
-It is.

Yes.

Emil.

It really suits you.

What is little Emil scared of?

It smells like sparkling wine.

Hey.

Sorry. The cart got stuck
in the tram tracks.

A hobo helped me get it out
with a beer bottle.

-I wanted to thank him...
-Helene?

You don't need to make up a story
to explain why you're 20 minutes late.

Just say that you're late.

It's a long story, anyway.

I phoned you seven times.

I know that you don't want anything else
to do with me after yesterday.

What?

I was calling you to congratulate you.

You secured the funding for us.

Here.

To Vaginality!

Vaginality!

We put something together
this morning. Firstly, a logo.

I don't give a fuck.

We thought of something sassy.

Intuitive access is important.

Right. And the rhythm is important.

I don't give a fuck.
With the emphasis on "don't."

Shouldn't the emphasis
be more on the "fuck"?

I think you can emphasize
both equally. I don't give a fuck.

Yeah, that's right. I don't give a fuck.

To be honest, I'd like
to have some market research on it.

Okay.

Okay. Then let's move onto the next point.

Team.

It's obvious a project this size should be
based on a structure that works.

Absolutely.

Who would head it up
in your opinion, Helene?

Me.

With all due respect to your ideas,
this is about our funding.

-The entire budget.
-Exactly.

With my wealth
of business experience in business

I'm the right person for the job.

I have experience in dealing
creatively with limited budgets.

I'm always focused on the financials.

Management? Right up my alley. I've...

-With all due respect...
-Jason?

Yes?

Sorry, you realize
what you've just done, right?

I interrupted her.

Yes.

Sorry.

-Helene.
-Yes.

Thanks to my experience in my start-up
for blind and half-blind children

and in a telecommunications company,

I'm absolutely predestined
to take on responsibility.

Okay, thank you.

Yes, so I would just
like to capture the mood in the room.

Who in the dual leadership team

thinks Helene would not make
a suitable team leader?

Who thinks she would be
a good team leader?

-Maike, I think that...
-Yes.

-I know what you think.
-We could wait...

Helene.

We want you to do take on the role.

Don't you want to label it?

Yeah, it fits well there.

Here. Look.

Rainbow pepper.

Fennel seeds.

-Vera, please...
-Why can't I...?

-Careful.
-Sumac.

-Yes, yes.
-Is that okay?

-A bit more.
-Like this?

Get the fuck out the way!

For the first time in my life,
I have my own office.

So, this is your thinking room.

We thought about what you'd like

and we hope
we gauged your taste correctly.

I'm already really... thinking.

There's a breathing room for you upstairs.

If things get to much,
you can go up there.

When you just want
to take some deep breaths.

And when you've had a really good idea,
you can come back to the thinking room.

We'll replace the chair.

Yes, Maike said
you like to be able to roll.

Thanks.

Okay.

Okay.

Good. Then we'll leave you to it.

-The team meeting is in 45 minutes.
-Okay.

-Thank.
-Cool.

Ciao.

Feel free to use more pressure.

-I'm just at the microneedling place.
-Dad.

-I've got my own office now.
-No.

Hold off with the needling.
My daughter has her own office. Where?

In Maike's startup.

Dad? Is something wrong?

No, everything's tip-top. Your own office.

Yes, Maike is just
letting me do what I want.

But, Helene, sweetie, remember
what we always say to you.

Maike could sell you a rump as a mouth.

Exactly.

Gotta go, Dad. Business calls.

-Hey, you.
-Hey.

I hope everything's to your liking.

Totally.

Jason is against me speaking openly,
but our company was only doing so-so.

I was just talking shit.

Exactly.

Well...

So shit is really
going to save your company?

It would seem so, yes.

I've just read "Trick Mirror"
by Jia Tolentino.

It's about
the excessive demands on the ego

in the digital mirroring society.

And the result of all these questions
that we have to ask ourselves now is...

to be just like you.

-Okay.
-Here.

There are a few drafts of a business plan.

You have no idea
how many people long to be like you.

I trust you. It's your budget.

Thanks, Maike.

Thanks for putting me in a situation
where I can trust you.

Okay, then... ciao-ee.

I'll see you at the team meeting.

Yes, ciao... ee.

Fuck.

Anything else?

I don't want
any mundane morning chit-chat.

Noted.

-Sunscreen?
-Objection.

That question is the first step
towards mundane morning chit-chat.

What do you look like?

At least I don't look like I've been
penetrated all night by a dermatologist.

-How dare you?
-It's fine.

The dermatologist says it's fine.

-Where were you last night?
-Sunscreen, please.

That's "Could you pass me
the sunscreen, please?"

Yes.

Could you pass me the sunscreen,

Professor Fuck?

Sure.

Sorry, Mom. Steven's calling.

Hi, darling.

Hi?

Thanks for the kiss smiley
at three this morning.

Helene, I wanted to talk to you.

Give me a real kiss.

A let's-start-a-family kiss.

And now kiss me where I'm fecund.

-What?
-Completely normal at this age.

Just play along.

Spelli's here and he's giving
a stupid lecture about puberty.

The brain is undergoing
an optimization process.

The part of the brain
responsible for feelings and impulses,

matures faster than the rest.

Kiss me between the legs.

Thanks, Steven.

Okay, listen. I've decided...

I... It's...

-So...
-Yes?

Dad talked to me after he picked me up
from the police station.

And it's like this...

He doesn't want me
to hang out with you anymore.

And he gave me a choice.

I can either hang with you

or go
to the Girls Stars Summer Dance Camp.

It's fine, Maike.

Go ahead and go to camp.

Macklemore, Ryan Lewis,

and Julie will be there.

And Jason Derulo.

Yeah, Jason Derulo's going too.

So...

I'm going to the camp. I'm sorry, Helene.

I've been saving up for it
for three years, I've practiced...

Please don't come.

Please don't get in touch with me.

Just drive!

I Don't Give a Fuck. The app.

Yep.

I admit that I still think
about you most of the time.

Where you are now, whether you're
somewhere where you're no longer sad.

But, of course, I still have
to focus on my career.

Helene!

You've just been mentioned by Elon Musk.

What's that?

-Elon Musk?
-Yes.

What, "er, um, uh?"

It must've been like this
for the first "me too" post.

And 350,000.

-350,000.
-Jason, come here. Quick.

It's unbelievable.
Aaric Skargan posted a sharepic.

-Elon Musk shared it.
-Elon Musk.

And now, Helene has
350,000 followers. Before, she had...

-58.
-68.

Awesome.

She has more followers than both us now.

Yes, but you didn't have a sharepic.

I'm really pleased for you, Helene.

You wouldn't be able to tell.

-No, you can.
-Where?

In my face.

I'm just thinking
about what all that responsibility means.

-I mean, 350,000...
-411,000...

Now!

How to use the power of your reach to help
structurally disadvantaged groups...

and to really make a difference.

Jason... I'm sorry.

-No, no.
-No, really. I'm sorry.

I've done what's taken
you and Maike eight years of posting,

trips, food, social projects,

the many, many art exhibitions,
and immersive... No, doesn't matter...

...to build up, I've achieved it
with a single sharepic.

Seriously, I'm sorry.

I totally understand that your face
can't do what it's supposed to do.

Thanks, Helene.

A guy from Vice magazine
wants you to meet him for a photo report

in an underground sewage treatment
plant from the Nazi era,

which is now the main transshipment hub
for meth trafficking.

The Taiwanese photographer known

for the aesthetics
of his portraits of Chernobyl children?

Yes, exactly. Him. Look.

"Oh my God, I love you
mocking the averageness of our gen."

"Bringing back the beauty antagonism."

"Love her, but wish she was a POC."

"Hahaha, she's so awesome. That's art."

I'd like to show you how much
of your idea about living is in it.

I'd also like to say something to you
by way of goodbye.

But I can't.

What does he say then?

Mom.

Why?

You say it.

Mom...

Why?

What?

Why can't I shower alone? I'm ten now.

And what...

does little Emil Berg-Berth want...

now?

To be allowed to shower alone.

-For his mother to let him shower alone.
-Yes.

-Let him go to school alone.
-Yes.

That she doesn't drive him to school.

And what

does the adult Dr. Berg-Berth say...

to the little Emil Berg-Berth?

Don't be scared.

I'll help you.

You can do it.

-I'll help you to shower alone?
-Yes.

I believe in you.

I believe in you.

I believe in you.

I believe in you.

I'll help you.

So, I think this exercise
was quite interesting.

Now I'd like to go with you to the day

on which
you made the decision to disappear.

Okay.

-Actually, it was really easy.
-Have fun.

Make sure that G�nther
buys enough sunscreen.

Yes, the risk of melanoma has increased
significantly in the last decade.

-Sure.
-And be sure to send a text.

People who say that also give
3D replicas of themselves as presents.

What?

-Nothing.
-Did Spelli give you one?

Yes.

-Really? He did that?
-Of course.

She printed a 3D figure
of herself. For 2,000 euros.

What happened next?

I did the same thing with Dad.

How could you?

You'll survive.

Don't you think they'll annoy you?

Yes, but they do that here too,
not just in Rimini.

Rimini, huh?

Yes.

Do you want to try my paella?

No, wait. I'll ask.

Dad,

can I try some of your paella?

-Of course, Helene, sweetie.
-Thanks, Dad.

The most important thing is the saffron.
Here, taste the saffron.

In Spain, you cook and eat this
with the whole village.

They all sit together.
Grannies and grandpas.

They throw in everything
they can get their hands on,

rabbits, snails...

They just sit together...

and eat.

Yep.

Have you ever tried rabbit?

-That gives me stomachache, Dad.
-Come on.

Okay, fine.

Come on, silver van thingy.

May lightning strike your ass
and tear you into 40 pieces!

Come on, pick me up, well-groomed employee
from a department store.

Maybe we'll have an affair
and live an artsy life.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Can't I just run away in peace

and end up living on the streets,
shooting up drugs?

-Hey.
-Hey, can we help you at all?

-Nope.
-Do you need to get to the station?

-Nope.
-Do you need to go home?

Where are you going?

-France.
-Auvergne.

No, really?

Yes, we want to go to the Massif Central.

-You're not serious?
-Why?

I'm on my way to the Massif Central.
I want to visit my father there.

-He lives there?
-Yes, he's a shepherd.

On the Plafond de Letroussia�.

Shall we take you to the station, then?

-Well...
-Yes?

I've had all my things stolen.
Cash, train ticket.

Everything stolen. By a gang.

-Crap.
-Honestly, you can't do stuff like that.

-Is that a hitchhiker?
-She's lost everything.

It was taken away from her.
She's a lost soul now.

-Are we taking her with us?
-Fuck, yes.

What did you say? I didn't quite...

I just said I could look after
the kids in the evenings

if you wanted to have a glass of wine
at a rest stop in peace.

I... You decide.

Wine? Sounds fine.

Can you help her?
She's got this big, this...

Looks great.