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[Frank] All I ever wanted was the life I have now.

-And now... -[Sascha] How long have you been hanging around here?

For a week?

[Sascha] That's 100% a number because of "Son.

Take over what I've built."

If I do what my elders want, in 20 years I'll be

looking into a double-barreled gun in my bathrobe.

[shot]

It can not go on like this.

-I broke up with you. -I know that.

[Thomas] You want full commitment. I totally understand that.

The children are going crazy.

You're an asshole! I hope you will die!

-You really only care about the children? -Yes / Yes.

Why are you running away now?

Because I don't have the nerve to talk anymore.

You're the old forgotten potato, aren't you?

[Richard] Get some therapy.

Your brother is going crazy.

Company, children, he puts everything at risk.

I don't know if she'll come back.

And? Is it that bad?

[she moans softly]

Man! Asshole, fuck off! The alarm clock hasn't gone off yet.

[Alarm clock]

Does it work now?

How long have you been sitting there?

Our parents leave us neglected.

And? What should be?

Even. No breakfast, nothing. Nobody there.

Yes. I like it.

Can't you grab a beer and leave too? Then it would be perfect.

["Don't be cruel" by Elvis Presley]

[lapping]

Morning.

"The old Man and the Sea"? Do you actually understand what you're reading?

This is a relatively simple story.

Are you checking that this is a parable?

I just wanted to make sure everything arrived.

Your two sweeties strolled into school.

And Carmen hasn't shown up yet.

How do you know? Were you awake all night?

The question is rather: Where is she?

Does this awaken Frank's spirits?

Is he fighting for his children and his wife?

[he sighs]

Have you ever wondered whether you are the fish or the old man?

So something got stuck after all.

Did Carmen shave her head?

Hm?

Excuse me. What are you doing here? Did Carmen send you?

This is trespassing...

[Moan]

[Groan]

I have him!

Just look. Does he look like he's 86 years old to you?

Does that belong to you?

He's not even in a wheelchair.

Ow!

[Cough]

Why don't you just call?

It hasn't been 12 hours yet.

We thought he was looking for his closest relatives.

Check out the flamingos at the zoo. He likes to throw stones at them.

My father would never come here voluntarily.

Her father has dementia and was almost run over last time.

Demented? Are you kidding me? Are you serious when you say that! He's just faking it so he can do whatever he wants.

My father is a sadist, a racist psychopath.

And I should go and look for him?

-No. -And I enjoy it, or what?

Call me when you find him.

Or send a text message. Enough too.

-You don't want to go look for him? -I can understand.

Can we? Or is there still coffee?

This is a unique opportunity.

Yes, for you, so that you have something to laugh about tonight.

The thing with your mother? Complete trauma.

And what the meatball said about your senior, clear case.

You're stuck in the anal phase and on Dad's mental drip.

-Complete? -Clear. We can leave immediately.

The only one I'm looking for is myself.

Besides, I know exactly where he is.

[Lounge music]

I'll do it. Thanks.

Thank you very much.

[the door slams]

[Becky] Mom?

I told you to come after class.

-Where have you been this morning? -Is Max at school?

Mmm.

Becky, do you know what bilateral conversations are?

Because of the thing with my teacher? Don't worry, it's over anyway.

We discuss things beforehand so that nothing slips when the time comes.

What should slip? What's so far?

Everything, Becky.

Everything.

Both of us and Max, we have to stick together now.

Max too? I already made him breakfast. Is not that enough?

[Beat]

Oh, that's the lawyer. Will you open the door, please?

Becky.

[Frank] The only good thing was the skiing holidays at Christmas with my father.

He had the numbers from the last quarter in his head.

And it only ever went up. He was in such a good mood.

He let us win at skat.

Aggro about dad?

[Frank] No way.

[Frank] This is what he became.

Honestly, it's always been there.

Only the playing of skat and the winter holidays are now gone.

What's left is the rest: nursing home, incapacitation.

Clear out your childhood, file away your life's achievements.

Anyone who doesn't become afraid of their own future is already dead.

Two or three good memories remain.

The ski holidays, skat and of course

the final in Italy in 1990 with my brother.

It's all pretty macho stuff.

But it also sounds like a father you want, right?

After graduating from high school at the latest, the oven was out.

Shit grades?

Retired from the federal government. T5, flat feet.

He is here.

Do you feel him?

I see it.

Father!

Hermann!

A Nazi.

Really now?

[Frank] Hermann!

Who will clean up all this mess now?

Dad, stop this shit! There are no Jews here!

And that's just as well.

Did a man put swastikas on the graves here?

It's been five minutes. He does it well.

They're to blame for everything, right?

Do you want to?

But these days Muslims are getting more fat.

I'm not finished yet.

[Frank] Dad?

Sasha!

Fuck off your authority, shithead.

This is the last time I collect you.

Sorry.

Good.

Then I'll clean up the mess and then we'll take you back!

Can I leave you alone with him?

[Carmen] Is it a good idea to confront him about this?

This is his life's work. Do you think he wants to see what you did with it?

I doubled sales. You make it sound like...

Dad, the doctor said...

Are you a doctor?

At least go to the window.

It's not working. It's stuck.

So much happened.

The new building and all that. That will be good for him.

From now on we are in the new building.

And we are all rightly quite proud of it.

On this floor are the accounting department, the human resources department...

[dark music]

[melancholic piano music]

Do they lock you up at night, hmm?

Do they give you your own vomit to eat?

Are you feeling shitty diapers in your face?

Are you being sexually abused?

Your son tried to take his own life.

[Laugh]

[TV]...redevelopment of the slums of New Delhi.

Bulldozers level entire streets.

Thousands become homeless. Mu...

[silence]

-You owe me an explanation. -Your father isn't feeling well.

Spare me the crap. Dad has never been well.

Do you want a divorce? Or what's going on?

So embarrassing.

If the company goes belly up because of his decisions,

I don't want you and Max to be left out in the cold.

We want to take away his power of attorney. That is your inheritance then.

I do not want that.

If anything, I want money.

-You get responsibility. -I'm 17.

Your daughter hit the nail on the head.

In the event of a divorce, you are entitled to half of your private assets.

-That's what I'm assuming. -But the Sporbert company belongs to Sporbert.

Your children, yes, but only when they are of age.

Max will never turn 18 as much as he drinks. Will I have everything then?

The way you eat, diabetes will take you down.

Are you saying I'm fat?

When it comes to the company, your brother-in-law needs to form an opinion.

You and your husband's brother have silent partnerships.

[Lawyer] Together it's not a problem.

I asked something!

-[Carmen] I'll call him right away. -Yes.

I asked: Am I too fat?

-Children. -[the door crashes]

Becky?

-[Thomas] Hello. -Hello.

It's about a ring.

Oh, that was the surround.

-Exactly. -Yes.

Nice stone.

[Woman] Engagement?

Uh... And the engraving inside?

Great. One a.

-Tippitoppi. -Nice.

[Sascha] Is he over?

Class of '29. This affects him more than you think.

Oh yeah. Is still completely exhausted from painting swastikas.

Why are you protecting him?

When I told you about your suicide attempt, he laughed at you.

Thanks. Glad you told him that.

Why don't we call the cops or let him dry out here?

I understand. Should I keep my distance from him?

Otherwise you'll become an asshole like him.

I'm probably well on my way there.

And to be clear: I'm not defending him.

I take care of him.

I have to.

I thought, after Hemingway, you were ready for more.

Why don't you call your parents and sort out your business?

It doesn't seem to be a problem for you at all.

[Spraying sound]

Hey, class of '29, Volkssturm, total war, woke up!

How many Americans did you shoot when you were 16 and became like them later?

crawled up the ass of the economic miracle? Already forgotten?

And then, guest workers pulled away, secretary fucked, even

though you were supposed to learn vocabulary with Frank?

And after the unification the Ossis screwed over so that their children would become Nazis themselves?

Sasha, stop it! He is not your father.

You could simply apologize before nipping.

"Sorry, Frank, that I was never there for you.

I forced you into my life and never loved you."

Moment.

[lapping]

Here.

I gave you 100.

Quality goods. Lasts a thousand years.

But at least twelve.

You're having fun, aren't you?

Can you tell me something?

Oh! The water is ice cold, man!

Who is the woman?

This is a child.

How?

This is a child! Ever heard of it?

I am your child.

Are you fucking her?

'76 with Kiesinger in Spain.

Good business, great women.

'85 with Kohl in the East.

Also good. And now you're wasting my beautiful money with this disgust?

Ninety euros for the pants, a few thousand for the gravestones.

That's where the money goes. My money!

Did you really laugh when she told you what I wanted to do?

Hi, Carmen. I was in Switzerland today.

There in the morning, just back.

Have you talked to your legal perverter?

[Carmen] It's like you said.

You can take Frank's position if I agree.

[Richard] So, how does it look?

Do you know where I stopped on the way to Zurich?

At a rest stop.

That was the last time I was on the way to Rome with Frank and Dad. World Cup final.

That was 25 years ago.

Rome, Olympic Stadium. 85th minute.

Brehme, bam!

Frank was allowed to drive, I wasn't.

You can drive now, Richard.

I don't blame you for anything.

I could have said no a hundred thousand times.

But why do you always have to laugh at me?

Again and again.

At least I would like to finally understand

why you...

...why you always treated me and Richard like that.

Carrot and stick.

Someone was always the idiot.

And when we finished each other

off, you laughed your ass off.

Why?

Trousers.

Trousers!

At least say please.

[melancholic piano music]

-Did you hurt yourself? -Hands off!

So what.

Trousers.

Your shoes.

I'll give it to you.

Mr. Sporbert.

[he takes a deep breath]

I haven't had anything to drink yet today and I still feel hungover.

What did you expect?

The big debate after 50 years?

[door bell]

Hello there. Is your mother at home?

-Do you know when she'll come back? -No.

[Becky] Just tell him. They get divorced and get ready!

That's not true. They just leave us neglected.

Can you tell me where I can find them?

Who wants to know all that?

I am Thomas.

Maybe we'll see each other more often in the future.

Thomas Müller. The real one, not the one on TV.

She's at work this evening. Sporbert turning technology.

Okidoki. Thanks for that.

Take care.

And no power to the carbohydrates.

[Thomas] Tschüssikowski.

Was that a ring in the box?

Just sleep it off.

And then you should talk to your parents.

Yes, great idea. After today I'll talk to my parents.

It's definitely easier than with your Nazi dad.

You're always just adding fuel to the fire.

You stand by and watch everything go up in flames.

I'm burning, Frank.

[Sigh]

[Frank] See you tomorrow?

Hello? Carmen?

-[Becky] We cooked. -And cleaned up.

If we pull together, will you stop this nonsense?

-What nonsense? -Mom is getting a divorce.

[he lets out air]

When was the last time you visited your grandpa?

-You should do that. -Are you listening?

I don't want to be neglected.

Can you at least stop blaming

your parents for your life?

Thanks.

The injunction is in court at 8 a.m.

If everything goes smoothly, you can inform

the employees during the breakfast break.

Thank you, colleague.

That's quite a mess you're pulling off.

Have a nice evening.

Frank throws up chunks.

[melancholic music]

Carmen, I know you think I'm not good

at anything, so yeah, not that much.

But just imagine that there is suddenly war again.

And then I can do karate, for example.

No that is...

Carmen.

Carmen, you are my chance.

And I am yours.

Just like the triceps and biceps, they can't do without each other.

You've had his back for the last twenty years.

Now it's your turn.

[Carmen] With what?

Why don't you fuck each other again?

It'll be fine.

Family business or not.

Maybe we'll sell the shop to the Chinese soon.

Then you'll have a good time.

Do you want to kill Frank?

That was his life's work.

If he can't do it on his own, I'd like to help him.

If my parents split up, you're the only thing I have.

Bad.

Yes.

I think so too.

Really bad.

["The man who sold the world" by Nirvana]

♪ We met on the stairs ♪

♪ We talked about what happened and when ♪

♪ Even though I wasn't there ♪

♪ He said I was his friend ♪

♪ Which came as a surprise ♪

♪ I spoke to his face ♪

♪ I thought you died alone ♪

♪ A long long time ago ♪

♪ Oh no, not me ♪

♪ We never lost our temper ♪

♪ You stand face to face with the man who sold the world ♪

Subtitles by: Tobias Pur