Über uns das All (2011) - full transcript
Martha is in a happy relationship with Paul. She shares her life with him, and she trusts him and feels she knows him inside out. But one day two policewomen appear at her door and suddenly everything changes. The man with whom Martha has lived for many years is nothing but a phantom. Her life is no longer what it was and the future is unknown.
Goodbye, Mrs. Sabel.
- Goodbye, Andre.
See you tomorrow.
- Yes, tomorrow.
Hello.
Hello.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
- Tell me what's going on?
Gellendorf has already read my paper.
- So?
He isn't allowed to say anything yet,
still he did...
"A Milestone".
Is that what he said? Oh Paul, that's great.
Congratulations.
Do you want something to eat?
No, I've already eaten.
- Oh? With whom?
Nobody... Colleagues.
Of course.
Only men, your colleagues, right?
Little fresher Monique wasn't there,
by chance?
I don't know a Monique.
- Aha.
Paul, how stupid do you think I am?
Tell me the truth. Honestly!
That is the truth.
- Tell me the truth, for Christ's sake.
We used to do that with our friends,
as a kind of test. It always worked.
Something always came to light.
And what did you gain?
- What do you mean?
From the secrets unveiled.
- I don't know. You knew about them.
Would you have revealed a secret?
I sure hope so.
ABOVE US ONLY SKY
Let's go for lunch.
Did you ask about the substitute position?
- It fell through.
And what now?
I received another offer.
But it's far away.
Where is it?
- Marseille.
Really?
Marseille.
They're looking for a neurologist.
Gellendorf recommended me.
Is your French good enough?
But it's far away.
Alexandra works at this private school
in Marseille. - Which Alexandra?
I went to school with her. I could ask her.
Then we can go to Marseille together.
One shouldn't rush things.
But just think, the two of us,
that would be great.
It isn't even clear that it'll happen.
- Gellendorf can pull some strings.
Sure...
Gellendorf just called.
He cancelled.
Whooping cough.
How stupid.
I'd have loved to meet him.
You will later.
- Okay.
So.
Sounds good.
- Thanks.
Off we go.
Can you take the trivet?
What's that?
What do you think? I hope it's cooked.
- Of course it is.
How long was it inside?
- A soft nut in a hard shell.
Who's going to crack it?
- I thought that Doctor...
Arert any fellow students of yours coming?
- No.
They're all neo- liberaljerks.
Careerists.
All of them?
- Yes, all.
Well I think...
- That won't do.
A CD player after all.
Out of the way!
A toast! A toast...
A toast to the doctor and his missus.
And to me and Shostakovich.
If I hadn't dragged Martha to the concert
they'd never have met.
Thank you, Trixi.
To Trixi and Shostakovich...
Let's hope
they'll be unhappy in Marseille.
What?
- So they return soon.
That's nothing to toast to.
Then to health and luck.
I'll miss you, well, we will...
Doctor Sabel.
Yes?
I am very proud of you.
Well, well.
Very, very proud.
I know exactly what you're doing.
- Yes? What?
When you were taking you're exams,
you were also here with me.
That wasn't me. You're confusing me.
Somebody must have pretended to be me.
He looked like you and he smelled like you.
Did you have an affair with him?
- Yes.
I thought so. He's got a one-track mind.
Yes. He's quite a whale in bed.
- Quite a whale in bed...
Nobody says that.
- Yes. I do.
He also has this huge dick.
But not bigger than mine.
- No, not that big, of course.
How does it feel?
What?
To have a dick.
It varies. Quite good right now.
- Yes?
But no envy.
No fear, Mr. Freud.
- Doctor Freud.
Dear Missus, Doctor Freud as from today.
Very pleased to meet you, Doctor Freud.
So that's what you do all day
when you say you're studying.
When did you pick up that habit?
Must have been before my time.
Mister Spock, why?
I'll miss you, Mrs. Sabel.
- Yes. Goodbye Mr. Heimann.
All the best in Marseille.
- Thanks.
I'm glad I'm here.
The heat down there
and all the sunshine would depress me.
Marseille...
Your husband must be happy with you.
I don't know if he knows that.
I'm sure he knows.
All the best, Mrs. Sabel. Goodbye.
Thank you. Goodbye. You too.
Do you want one of them?
We'll be gone anyway.
Choose one.
I hope we'll meet again.
Goodbye.
Paul?
What's wrong with you?
Is everything okay?
I think so.
Are you afraid?
Yes.
Of what?
I don't know.
I'll join you in a week.
Everything will be great.
You'll feel fine in Marseille.
I'll teach French children.
The sun will shine all the time.
We'll go to the beach
and there'll be palm trees.
We'll eat baguettes and smelly cheese
and drink too much wine.
Then we'll climb a mountain and look down
on the city that is all ours.
Yes?
Come back to bed. Everything will be fine.
Don't worry.
The world won't end today...
Right?
I'll be back...
...don't look grey.
Get going. You aren't emigrating.
I'll be with you in a week.
Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
What's up?
- I forgot something.
What?
Car keys.
- Don't forget your head.
Yes. I think I've got it.
Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
See you soon.
Hi. Sweetie?
Have you arrived well? Call me
when you hear my message, please.
I love you, you know. I think.
I'm already missing you
in a very unpleasant way. Goodbye.
Mrs. Sabel?
- Yes?
Can we come in?
- Yes, sure.
Do you want to sit down or...
- No. We'll stand.
Mrs. Sabel, is your husband's name Paul?
- Yes.
And was he born on March 23, 1976 in Celle?
- Yes.
We're sorry to inform you
that your husband committed suicide.
We're very sorry.
Oh, but he isn't here,
he's in Marseille.
Yes, we know.
Your husband committed suicide
in a hospital parking lot in Marseille.
We're really very sorry.
If you need psychological help
we can refer you to a specialist...
Now just a moment.
I don't need any psychological aid. It...
I'll give you my card.
- Thanks, but that's nonsense.
My husband wouldn't commit suicide.
I'm sure everything will clear up.
Please excuse me for a second.
Hi, sweetheart, it's me.
Please call me when you hear this.
There seems to be a misunderstanding.
There are two police officers in our flat.
They say you killed yourself in your car...
I'm starting to worry too now.
Please call straight away
when you hear this. I love you. Goodbye.
You don't have to worry.
Everything will clear up.
We really hope so, Mrs. Sabel.
Still we've to ask you to come to
headquarters in order to identify the body.
Our French colleagues sent pictures.
Can you do that?
If it helps you?
My colleagues have explained
why you're here, right?
Yes.
A man killed himself in a parking lot in Marseille
by directing the exhaust
into the car. The attendant found him.
The French police took pictures.
I'd like to show them to you.
Then you can tell me whether they show
your husband, Paul Sabel. - Yes.
So I'll show you the pictures, okay?
- Yes.
The man in the pictures is my husband,
Paul Sabel.
I am very...
- Excuse me, please.
- Goodbye, Andre.
See you tomorrow.
- Yes, tomorrow.
Hello.
Hello.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
- Tell me what's going on?
Gellendorf has already read my paper.
- So?
He isn't allowed to say anything yet,
still he did...
"A Milestone".
Is that what he said? Oh Paul, that's great.
Congratulations.
Do you want something to eat?
No, I've already eaten.
- Oh? With whom?
Nobody... Colleagues.
Of course.
Only men, your colleagues, right?
Little fresher Monique wasn't there,
by chance?
I don't know a Monique.
- Aha.
Paul, how stupid do you think I am?
Tell me the truth. Honestly!
That is the truth.
- Tell me the truth, for Christ's sake.
We used to do that with our friends,
as a kind of test. It always worked.
Something always came to light.
And what did you gain?
- What do you mean?
From the secrets unveiled.
- I don't know. You knew about them.
Would you have revealed a secret?
I sure hope so.
ABOVE US ONLY SKY
Let's go for lunch.
Did you ask about the substitute position?
- It fell through.
And what now?
I received another offer.
But it's far away.
Where is it?
- Marseille.
Really?
Marseille.
They're looking for a neurologist.
Gellendorf recommended me.
Is your French good enough?
But it's far away.
Alexandra works at this private school
in Marseille. - Which Alexandra?
I went to school with her. I could ask her.
Then we can go to Marseille together.
One shouldn't rush things.
But just think, the two of us,
that would be great.
It isn't even clear that it'll happen.
- Gellendorf can pull some strings.
Sure...
Gellendorf just called.
He cancelled.
Whooping cough.
How stupid.
I'd have loved to meet him.
You will later.
- Okay.
So.
Sounds good.
- Thanks.
Off we go.
Can you take the trivet?
What's that?
What do you think? I hope it's cooked.
- Of course it is.
How long was it inside?
- A soft nut in a hard shell.
Who's going to crack it?
- I thought that Doctor...
Arert any fellow students of yours coming?
- No.
They're all neo- liberaljerks.
Careerists.
All of them?
- Yes, all.
Well I think...
- That won't do.
A CD player after all.
Out of the way!
A toast! A toast...
A toast to the doctor and his missus.
And to me and Shostakovich.
If I hadn't dragged Martha to the concert
they'd never have met.
Thank you, Trixi.
To Trixi and Shostakovich...
Let's hope
they'll be unhappy in Marseille.
What?
- So they return soon.
That's nothing to toast to.
Then to health and luck.
I'll miss you, well, we will...
Doctor Sabel.
Yes?
I am very proud of you.
Well, well.
Very, very proud.
I know exactly what you're doing.
- Yes? What?
When you were taking you're exams,
you were also here with me.
That wasn't me. You're confusing me.
Somebody must have pretended to be me.
He looked like you and he smelled like you.
Did you have an affair with him?
- Yes.
I thought so. He's got a one-track mind.
Yes. He's quite a whale in bed.
- Quite a whale in bed...
Nobody says that.
- Yes. I do.
He also has this huge dick.
But not bigger than mine.
- No, not that big, of course.
How does it feel?
What?
To have a dick.
It varies. Quite good right now.
- Yes?
But no envy.
No fear, Mr. Freud.
- Doctor Freud.
Dear Missus, Doctor Freud as from today.
Very pleased to meet you, Doctor Freud.
So that's what you do all day
when you say you're studying.
When did you pick up that habit?
Must have been before my time.
Mister Spock, why?
I'll miss you, Mrs. Sabel.
- Yes. Goodbye Mr. Heimann.
All the best in Marseille.
- Thanks.
I'm glad I'm here.
The heat down there
and all the sunshine would depress me.
Marseille...
Your husband must be happy with you.
I don't know if he knows that.
I'm sure he knows.
All the best, Mrs. Sabel. Goodbye.
Thank you. Goodbye. You too.
Do you want one of them?
We'll be gone anyway.
Choose one.
I hope we'll meet again.
Goodbye.
Paul?
What's wrong with you?
Is everything okay?
I think so.
Are you afraid?
Yes.
Of what?
I don't know.
I'll join you in a week.
Everything will be great.
You'll feel fine in Marseille.
I'll teach French children.
The sun will shine all the time.
We'll go to the beach
and there'll be palm trees.
We'll eat baguettes and smelly cheese
and drink too much wine.
Then we'll climb a mountain and look down
on the city that is all ours.
Yes?
Come back to bed. Everything will be fine.
Don't worry.
The world won't end today...
Right?
I'll be back...
...don't look grey.
Get going. You aren't emigrating.
I'll be with you in a week.
Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
What's up?
- I forgot something.
What?
Car keys.
- Don't forget your head.
Yes. I think I've got it.
Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
See you soon.
Hi. Sweetie?
Have you arrived well? Call me
when you hear my message, please.
I love you, you know. I think.
I'm already missing you
in a very unpleasant way. Goodbye.
Mrs. Sabel?
- Yes?
Can we come in?
- Yes, sure.
Do you want to sit down or...
- No. We'll stand.
Mrs. Sabel, is your husband's name Paul?
- Yes.
And was he born on March 23, 1976 in Celle?
- Yes.
We're sorry to inform you
that your husband committed suicide.
We're very sorry.
Oh, but he isn't here,
he's in Marseille.
Yes, we know.
Your husband committed suicide
in a hospital parking lot in Marseille.
We're really very sorry.
If you need psychological help
we can refer you to a specialist...
Now just a moment.
I don't need any psychological aid. It...
I'll give you my card.
- Thanks, but that's nonsense.
My husband wouldn't commit suicide.
I'm sure everything will clear up.
Please excuse me for a second.
Hi, sweetheart, it's me.
Please call me when you hear this.
There seems to be a misunderstanding.
There are two police officers in our flat.
They say you killed yourself in your car...
I'm starting to worry too now.
Please call straight away
when you hear this. I love you. Goodbye.
You don't have to worry.
Everything will clear up.
We really hope so, Mrs. Sabel.
Still we've to ask you to come to
headquarters in order to identify the body.
Our French colleagues sent pictures.
Can you do that?
If it helps you?
My colleagues have explained
why you're here, right?
Yes.
A man killed himself in a parking lot in Marseille
by directing the exhaust
into the car. The attendant found him.
The French police took pictures.
I'd like to show them to you.
Then you can tell me whether they show
your husband, Paul Sabel. - Yes.
So I'll show you the pictures, okay?
- Yes.
The man in the pictures is my husband,
Paul Sabel.
I am very...
- Excuse me, please.