Oh Hell (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Portugal - full transcript
How nice of you to make so many salads!
Yeah, sure.
Really great!
I've chopped a lot.
Grete, if you'd been like this
when you were my cello student...
Now.
Let's go for the salad:
how long have you been together?
-For four years.
-For four years.
-Huh?
-Well, the four-year itch, huh?
Isn't it the "seven-year itch"?
In this case, I'd say
it's the four-year itch.
But it's called
the "seven-year itch", right?
In your case, it's "four-year",
not "seven-year".
-Why?
-Well, when I look at the two of you,
there are one or two things
which tell me that this here... Well...
...could go to pieces.
-To pieces?
-I don't understand.
I also don't know.
That's what I mean.
-What?
-What?
Your girlfriend repeating
she also doesn't know
without having her own opinion.
She's now nothing but your sad echo.
In general, a lot here
is just very, very...
...sad. That is: in its non-sadness.
I mean, I understand this:
in such an environment where
everything shouts "happy", you get sad.
I understand how you feel. I can feel it.
What?
Grete.
I really don't want to offend you,
but have you noticed
how Oskar looks at you?
No, in what way?
Just notice the way he looks.
He looks the way he always does.
Take a closer look.
He's no longer looking into your eyes,
he's looking at your face.
He is no longer searching, he knows: your
eyes are the grease drops on his soup.
A good vegetable soup:
nice flavour, celery, onions, carrots...
It's all there, but it's cooked.
Kids, come eat. The table is set.
-It's over.
-Who are you, anyway?
I'm his new cello student.
He has 40 cello students...
But I'm the new cello student.
And you should be aware
that there's something between us.
Aha, and what would that be?
Excitement,
the possibility of love,
emociónes, peliculosas and so on.
Can it be that you're completely crazy?
Can it be that you're imagining all this
while standing on our doorstep?
Yeah, quite right.
-We're practically on our way.
-Okay, great.
We didn't know
when to put the beetroot in the oven,
now or better wait?
Put it in! Put it in!
We're practically there.
-You again? Do we have a lesson today
or... -No. I'll be gone in a minute.
It's fine. Did you forget something?
Yes.
To tell you that our future
lies before us like a green steppe,
where we ride our beautiful white horses.
Then we return home to our wooden house,
and I cleanse your body with whisky.
My rossin.
You mean "rosin".
Yes.
We used to call it "rossin".
Maybe a regional thing.
Uh-huh.
Did you come all this way just for that?
Yes, and... Um...
Maybe...
...for some tea?
-Maybe?
-Yes.
Then...
maybe you should come in.
Yes, then maybe I'll come in.
Watch out, that step is maybe a bit high.
I find it only half funny.
But I laugh.
Primarily because I like him.
And if we laugh a lot
about the same things,
we'll end up in bed someday.
It's like that all over the world.
This is Carla.
Hi.
My sister.
Ooh! You're very...
...motivated.
Now.
Actually, there's nothing wrong
with the rosin, and tea really sucks.
But I have a problem, and I thought,
you can maybe help me with it.
Oh, I see, it's this new way of doing it.
"I serve capitalism by pretending
to be the only exception."
But there's nothing so capitalist
as her exhibited cosmopolitanism.
-I get a complex from looking at this.
-So do I.
When I look at the two of them,
it feels like two people
have found and love each other,
and they've made a list of
how they can do everything right in 2021,
and they're just
working through this list.
I find that really disgusting in a way,
but then they do win me round.
You too?
I want to be Maike right now
and hate her at the same time.
My mother is a total fan too.
She wishes her happy birthday
on Facebook every year.
Just like me.
Your mother wishes you
happy birthday via Facebook?
Yes.
CONGRATULATIONS
Thanks, Mum.
That's why I came here.
I have to go to her place for dinner
tonight, and I wanted to ask you, Oskar,
whether you would...
accompany me to her.
As my boyfriend.
Well, that's really funny.
Unfortunately I'm not much of an actor.
You just have to make
a few signature gestures,
so people think we're together.
Boyfriends for instance
always run their hand
over their girlfriend's neck,
as if they were saying:
"I'm talking to my boyfriend now,
but around 10:45 p.m.
it gets really tender again."
Also always really great is
if we laugh ourselves silly about a topic
without anyone else having a clue why.
Horses, for example.
Yes!
-Not my topic unfortunately.
-Not mine either.
We simply have to claim to have one. Now.
Exactly.
What could be
more appropriate than horses?
The classic horse talk?
Horse talk.
We think Haflingers are shit.
Our thing: Icelandic horses.
We always send each other
Icelandic horses via WhatsApp.
Send one!
Um...
Send one!
Yes.
I'll just send one, shall I?
There.
Um... Another good thing
you could do is to always look at me
when someone else is talking. As if
your attention kept coming back to me.
-And we need a story.
-Ah.
So.
We met half a year ago.
-At a sociology congress.
-Topic: Self-image, external image,
-...identities.
-Yes!
So it's important to you
that we seem intellectual, or...
Yes, but also a bit arrogant.
As if we already knew everything
and could drink champagne at 2:00 p.m.
What Mrs Lazarion has just said
about the meaning of the potato skin
in Polish literature
is clearly bullshit, because the potato
skin doesn't stand for a second skin.
It symbolises breath.
-Questions?
-Yes.
-Many.
-I write my phone number on your hand?
-Too cheesy.
-I use Bluetooth to connect our phones?
No way!
I tell you I play the cello
and put a notice up in town,
and when you find it, you call.
Don't you think four salads
are a bit much?
Nah, you can't have enough salads.
Yes, I somehow think you can.
Three is plenty, four want too much.
Okay then.
Come on, let's go.
Aren't the clothes a bit over the top?
No, that's exactly her style.
Yeah?
Well, let's hope it fits.
Yes.
Remember to look.
Ah, sure, sure!
Phew, it's not that easy.
What? To be my boyfriend?
Nah.
Not to laugh.
I think Maike's looking at us
from up there.
Shall I kiss you?
What?
Well, I won't ask again.
I just wasn't sure
whether I was thinking or hearing.
I know that! Well, from playing.
Sometimes I dream I'm playing the cello,
and when I wake up, I'm not sure
if I didn't play it for real.
It's the same with us.
Wait!
She's back.
-Now.
-Can you do a movie kiss?
No. How does it work?
You slightly open your mouth,
put your head to one side,
and I lean towards you
and put my mouth to the other side,
and then our lips touch just minimally.
Okay, cool.
Not cool at all.
-Like this?
-Yeah, that should do it.
Okay.
-Is she watching?
-I can't see her.
Hey, guys!
-I'm Jason.
-Hi, I'm Oskar.
I call him "Os", sounds more personal.
Hi, Os. Wow, you look smart.
-Thanks.
-Going out later?
Um...
No.
That's a lot of salads.
-Sorry.
-It's really sweet of you.
Oh, and sorry about the smell.
The forest next door burned down.
Some idiot flicked a fag in there.
Come on in!
Then we were in Portugal for six weeks.
Just swimming, drinking red wine and
being inspired by Iberian
instrumental music,
lots of massaging.
Really sweet!
-Yeah, really sweet!
-Where did you go exactly?
Quantanaribes del Porte.
Oh, really?
Yeah, it's in the
Gualanderiana del Motro area.
That's it, yes.
Wow, it sounds amazing!
Yeah, sounds totally awesome.
-Have you ever been there, Jason?
-Um...
I've never heard of it.
-This is so embarrassing for us.
-Yeah, totally!
Because actually we've been going
to Portugal regularly for years.
And we also like to think that
we know our way around it pretty well.
Yes, we also say,
"We feel like Portugal, so let's...
-...go there."
-...go there."
Really, this is what you say?
Yes.
This is what we say.
I'd so love to go there again.
-What about next weekend?
-Yeah.
Oh, we'll be in Orlando then.
-Shit.
-Yes, shit.
Orlando's overrated.
Well, to my mind.
An awful lot of people
who are still in that 90s cliché phase,
not much of their own, but...
...just treat it ironically.
-Yes.
-Yes, Orlando is quite an ironic city.
However, I think the coolest way is
to play irony ironically.
You're serious again and add a layer
of irony on top of the irony and then...
-Ching!
-Ching!
And what about you,
Jason?
Huh?
Back to Portugal.
Yeah, completely unironic.
Well, we've also tried low dose opiates
time and again.
-Oh, wow!
-Wow, this sounds amazing!
Let's see some pictures.
Nah, there are no pictures.
What?
-We went on a digital detox there.
-Yes.
Yes, yes, we keep the all photos...
...sort of... Um...
...in our souls.
We like to go soul picturing.
What was that place called again?
Quantanaribes del Porte.
Maike loves to look things up,
she always has.
We have prepared a presentation
on Mahatma Gandhi.
On the left-hand side,
we see his time in Africa.
On the right-hand side,...
...we see Gandhi's time in India.
Now then, let me take you to India
at the start of the 18th century.
Gandhi was the son of
a spinach merchant called Malakma.
He named his son Matatma.
At a very early age, Malakma took
little Matatma to Mashatna,
a traditional sport that involves
throwing walnut shells into rabbit holes.
Um... I'm sorry to say this,
but I looked it up
and it's completely not true.
Is it possible that you
have barely studied Gandhi at all?
But she has!
I can't find it somehow.
Have I mistyped it?
Nah, it's a hidden spot.
A hidden spot?
The villagers don't want mass tourism.
That's why they've applied
to be taken off the map.
-Taken off it?
-Yes, completely taken off it.
-A genius idea.
-Totally.
-Genius.
Oh, and there the water was freezing.
We swam every morning.
What Oskar and I also
have in common are the horses.
We rode a lot in Quantanaribes.
We're even considering buying a horse.
Oh, how nice!
-We're often considering buying a horse.
-Yup. Maike really wants to buy one too.
But that's always such a thing:
thinking about buying a horse or
really thinking about buying a horse.
-True.
-Yes. Otherwise it's an utopia.
-Oskar?
-Huh?
You don't know my Hell folder yet.
I should've known it.
-Dance class had just finished, remember?
-Oh!
Boy, oh boy!
Oh, that's my favourite!
Oh! Yes, exactly!
-Okay.
-No, no, wait.
Just the one where
we do the hula hoop, okay?
Where is it?
Ah!
Here.
It was lovely.
Thanks, Maike.
Thanks, Jason.
In photos, I look like
an ass-fucked jellyfish
from writing her thesis all night
and lacking time to apply lotion.
Well, just as a heads up.
Well, I don't think so.
And if you do,
then like a pretty cute
ass-fucked jellyfish.
Thank you.
That's alright.
Well, I don't think
she does it on purpose. But...
...looking at photos
is like Maike's atomic bomb
with which she destroys everything else.
Ah well.
Did you realise
Maike has only two facial expressions?
The "Life is a pleasant journey" one.
And the "Let me dig into your soul" one.
You've got thousands!
He's better than I thought he'd be after
thinking he could be as good as he is.
Dad, this is really bad timing now.
This is your dad's GP,
your number was among the most dialled.
-What's the matter?
-Could you come here, please?
Alright then.
It's been a pleasure,
a very special evening.
Yes.
-This sounded more like:
-I have an abscess on my foot, special.
-Or like:
-Others got a finger, I got a horn.
Very special.
I also found it very special.
Well, all the best to him.
Thank you.
Please. He still needs to rest.
You knew about his heart?
Yes.
Good, so you also know it's important
that he doesn't get excited.
Yes, of course.
We don't know what happened.
Have you lately noticed anything
that might have excited him unduly?
It's probably my fault.
It's not that easy to explain.
He thinks, I'm a superstar,
but I'm a total loser.
And...
I was at a friend's house with a stranger
who I pretended was my boyfriend. And...
I told them I was on holiday in Portugal
in a place that doesn't exist and
I think he found out that
I haven't studied at all.
I wanted to tell him,
but I'm so afraid for him.
Are you in treatment?
-Me?
-But did she not feel well?
Yes.
Look, I understand that.
I can well remember how she was
before the last performance:
she was always vomiting.
Compared to that, it's much better now.
And another small blow
against the pharmaceutical industry.
Give her my best, good night.
Maike is excited again because she has
to play Arielle the Air Spirit tomorrow.
What's that supposed to be?
Taking of evidence.
Testimony of Dr Andreas Spellart,
dermatologist.
I took down his testimony
and put it on tape.
You can follow it simultaneously.
-Dr Spellart.
-Yes.
You're an internationally famous
dermatologist.
That's correct.
You treat Mr Günther Sternberg?
That's correct, yes.
For how many years now?
To tell you this would actually
breach patient confidentiality,
but I'll make an exception once.
For seven years.
He consulted me because of an eczema.
And then...
We can spare ourselves this Günther,
you knew it anyway.
No.
I wanted you to find out for yourself,
but you obviously didn't want to.
Butterfly.
Dad!
I was butterflying.
I think I might have overdone
the workout just a tiny bit.
I also think
you might have overdone it a little bit.
-Huh?
-Helene, is this you?
-Yes.
-Thank God, I thought you were your mum.
Have you met her?
Yes.
I told her that I'm about...
...to get a job for you in a law firm.
And I told her that I wake up every
morning feeling so proud of my daughter.
And then I'm getting on the butterfly so
I'll stay in shape for another 30 years.
Maybe you shouldn't get back
on the butterfly for a while.
And stay away from Mum, too.
We'll see.
Actually, Dad, not "we'll see".
No butterfly for now.
Hen?
Uh-huh.
I chatted again.
Dad, the doctor's still here.
Oh! Good day!
Now you rest for a while.
Go and get my medicine, will you?
Oh!
That's not a good idea.
I don't think you can judge it
in this case.
He had a breakdown and
you want to fill him with prosecco?
Exactly.
You know what would be a good idea?
Yum!
Angel water.
Can you hand me my laptop?
Can you turn on my CD, please?
Sure.
I thought you weren't coming out
any more.
Was it any good?
It wasn't a movie kiss though.
It's not a film either.
Are you sure?
No.
Yeah, sure.
Really great!
I've chopped a lot.
Grete, if you'd been like this
when you were my cello student...
Now.
Let's go for the salad:
how long have you been together?
-For four years.
-For four years.
-Huh?
-Well, the four-year itch, huh?
Isn't it the "seven-year itch"?
In this case, I'd say
it's the four-year itch.
But it's called
the "seven-year itch", right?
In your case, it's "four-year",
not "seven-year".
-Why?
-Well, when I look at the two of you,
there are one or two things
which tell me that this here... Well...
...could go to pieces.
-To pieces?
-I don't understand.
I also don't know.
That's what I mean.
-What?
-What?
Your girlfriend repeating
she also doesn't know
without having her own opinion.
She's now nothing but your sad echo.
In general, a lot here
is just very, very...
...sad. That is: in its non-sadness.
I mean, I understand this:
in such an environment where
everything shouts "happy", you get sad.
I understand how you feel. I can feel it.
What?
Grete.
I really don't want to offend you,
but have you noticed
how Oskar looks at you?
No, in what way?
Just notice the way he looks.
He looks the way he always does.
Take a closer look.
He's no longer looking into your eyes,
he's looking at your face.
He is no longer searching, he knows: your
eyes are the grease drops on his soup.
A good vegetable soup:
nice flavour, celery, onions, carrots...
It's all there, but it's cooked.
Kids, come eat. The table is set.
-It's over.
-Who are you, anyway?
I'm his new cello student.
He has 40 cello students...
But I'm the new cello student.
And you should be aware
that there's something between us.
Aha, and what would that be?
Excitement,
the possibility of love,
emociónes, peliculosas and so on.
Can it be that you're completely crazy?
Can it be that you're imagining all this
while standing on our doorstep?
Yeah, quite right.
-We're practically on our way.
-Okay, great.
We didn't know
when to put the beetroot in the oven,
now or better wait?
Put it in! Put it in!
We're practically there.
-You again? Do we have a lesson today
or... -No. I'll be gone in a minute.
It's fine. Did you forget something?
Yes.
To tell you that our future
lies before us like a green steppe,
where we ride our beautiful white horses.
Then we return home to our wooden house,
and I cleanse your body with whisky.
My rossin.
You mean "rosin".
Yes.
We used to call it "rossin".
Maybe a regional thing.
Uh-huh.
Did you come all this way just for that?
Yes, and... Um...
Maybe...
...for some tea?
-Maybe?
-Yes.
Then...
maybe you should come in.
Yes, then maybe I'll come in.
Watch out, that step is maybe a bit high.
I find it only half funny.
But I laugh.
Primarily because I like him.
And if we laugh a lot
about the same things,
we'll end up in bed someday.
It's like that all over the world.
This is Carla.
Hi.
My sister.
Ooh! You're very...
...motivated.
Now.
Actually, there's nothing wrong
with the rosin, and tea really sucks.
But I have a problem, and I thought,
you can maybe help me with it.
Oh, I see, it's this new way of doing it.
"I serve capitalism by pretending
to be the only exception."
But there's nothing so capitalist
as her exhibited cosmopolitanism.
-I get a complex from looking at this.
-So do I.
When I look at the two of them,
it feels like two people
have found and love each other,
and they've made a list of
how they can do everything right in 2021,
and they're just
working through this list.
I find that really disgusting in a way,
but then they do win me round.
You too?
I want to be Maike right now
and hate her at the same time.
My mother is a total fan too.
She wishes her happy birthday
on Facebook every year.
Just like me.
Your mother wishes you
happy birthday via Facebook?
Yes.
CONGRATULATIONS
Thanks, Mum.
That's why I came here.
I have to go to her place for dinner
tonight, and I wanted to ask you, Oskar,
whether you would...
accompany me to her.
As my boyfriend.
Well, that's really funny.
Unfortunately I'm not much of an actor.
You just have to make
a few signature gestures,
so people think we're together.
Boyfriends for instance
always run their hand
over their girlfriend's neck,
as if they were saying:
"I'm talking to my boyfriend now,
but around 10:45 p.m.
it gets really tender again."
Also always really great is
if we laugh ourselves silly about a topic
without anyone else having a clue why.
Horses, for example.
Yes!
-Not my topic unfortunately.
-Not mine either.
We simply have to claim to have one. Now.
Exactly.
What could be
more appropriate than horses?
The classic horse talk?
Horse talk.
We think Haflingers are shit.
Our thing: Icelandic horses.
We always send each other
Icelandic horses via WhatsApp.
Send one!
Um...
Send one!
Yes.
I'll just send one, shall I?
There.
Um... Another good thing
you could do is to always look at me
when someone else is talking. As if
your attention kept coming back to me.
-And we need a story.
-Ah.
So.
We met half a year ago.
-At a sociology congress.
-Topic: Self-image, external image,
-...identities.
-Yes!
So it's important to you
that we seem intellectual, or...
Yes, but also a bit arrogant.
As if we already knew everything
and could drink champagne at 2:00 p.m.
What Mrs Lazarion has just said
about the meaning of the potato skin
in Polish literature
is clearly bullshit, because the potato
skin doesn't stand for a second skin.
It symbolises breath.
-Questions?
-Yes.
-Many.
-I write my phone number on your hand?
-Too cheesy.
-I use Bluetooth to connect our phones?
No way!
I tell you I play the cello
and put a notice up in town,
and when you find it, you call.
Don't you think four salads
are a bit much?
Nah, you can't have enough salads.
Yes, I somehow think you can.
Three is plenty, four want too much.
Okay then.
Come on, let's go.
Aren't the clothes a bit over the top?
No, that's exactly her style.
Yeah?
Well, let's hope it fits.
Yes.
Remember to look.
Ah, sure, sure!
Phew, it's not that easy.
What? To be my boyfriend?
Nah.
Not to laugh.
I think Maike's looking at us
from up there.
Shall I kiss you?
What?
Well, I won't ask again.
I just wasn't sure
whether I was thinking or hearing.
I know that! Well, from playing.
Sometimes I dream I'm playing the cello,
and when I wake up, I'm not sure
if I didn't play it for real.
It's the same with us.
Wait!
She's back.
-Now.
-Can you do a movie kiss?
No. How does it work?
You slightly open your mouth,
put your head to one side,
and I lean towards you
and put my mouth to the other side,
and then our lips touch just minimally.
Okay, cool.
Not cool at all.
-Like this?
-Yeah, that should do it.
Okay.
-Is she watching?
-I can't see her.
Hey, guys!
-I'm Jason.
-Hi, I'm Oskar.
I call him "Os", sounds more personal.
Hi, Os. Wow, you look smart.
-Thanks.
-Going out later?
Um...
No.
That's a lot of salads.
-Sorry.
-It's really sweet of you.
Oh, and sorry about the smell.
The forest next door burned down.
Some idiot flicked a fag in there.
Come on in!
Then we were in Portugal for six weeks.
Just swimming, drinking red wine and
being inspired by Iberian
instrumental music,
lots of massaging.
Really sweet!
-Yeah, really sweet!
-Where did you go exactly?
Quantanaribes del Porte.
Oh, really?
Yeah, it's in the
Gualanderiana del Motro area.
That's it, yes.
Wow, it sounds amazing!
Yeah, sounds totally awesome.
-Have you ever been there, Jason?
-Um...
I've never heard of it.
-This is so embarrassing for us.
-Yeah, totally!
Because actually we've been going
to Portugal regularly for years.
And we also like to think that
we know our way around it pretty well.
Yes, we also say,
"We feel like Portugal, so let's...
-...go there."
-...go there."
Really, this is what you say?
Yes.
This is what we say.
I'd so love to go there again.
-What about next weekend?
-Yeah.
Oh, we'll be in Orlando then.
-Shit.
-Yes, shit.
Orlando's overrated.
Well, to my mind.
An awful lot of people
who are still in that 90s cliché phase,
not much of their own, but...
...just treat it ironically.
-Yes.
-Yes, Orlando is quite an ironic city.
However, I think the coolest way is
to play irony ironically.
You're serious again and add a layer
of irony on top of the irony and then...
-Ching!
-Ching!
And what about you,
Jason?
Huh?
Back to Portugal.
Yeah, completely unironic.
Well, we've also tried low dose opiates
time and again.
-Oh, wow!
-Wow, this sounds amazing!
Let's see some pictures.
Nah, there are no pictures.
What?
-We went on a digital detox there.
-Yes.
Yes, yes, we keep the all photos...
...sort of... Um...
...in our souls.
We like to go soul picturing.
What was that place called again?
Quantanaribes del Porte.
Maike loves to look things up,
she always has.
We have prepared a presentation
on Mahatma Gandhi.
On the left-hand side,
we see his time in Africa.
On the right-hand side,...
...we see Gandhi's time in India.
Now then, let me take you to India
at the start of the 18th century.
Gandhi was the son of
a spinach merchant called Malakma.
He named his son Matatma.
At a very early age, Malakma took
little Matatma to Mashatna,
a traditional sport that involves
throwing walnut shells into rabbit holes.
Um... I'm sorry to say this,
but I looked it up
and it's completely not true.
Is it possible that you
have barely studied Gandhi at all?
But she has!
I can't find it somehow.
Have I mistyped it?
Nah, it's a hidden spot.
A hidden spot?
The villagers don't want mass tourism.
That's why they've applied
to be taken off the map.
-Taken off it?
-Yes, completely taken off it.
-A genius idea.
-Totally.
-Genius.
Oh, and there the water was freezing.
We swam every morning.
What Oskar and I also
have in common are the horses.
We rode a lot in Quantanaribes.
We're even considering buying a horse.
Oh, how nice!
-We're often considering buying a horse.
-Yup. Maike really wants to buy one too.
But that's always such a thing:
thinking about buying a horse or
really thinking about buying a horse.
-True.
-Yes. Otherwise it's an utopia.
-Oskar?
-Huh?
You don't know my Hell folder yet.
I should've known it.
-Dance class had just finished, remember?
-Oh!
Boy, oh boy!
Oh, that's my favourite!
Oh! Yes, exactly!
-Okay.
-No, no, wait.
Just the one where
we do the hula hoop, okay?
Where is it?
Ah!
Here.
It was lovely.
Thanks, Maike.
Thanks, Jason.
In photos, I look like
an ass-fucked jellyfish
from writing her thesis all night
and lacking time to apply lotion.
Well, just as a heads up.
Well, I don't think so.
And if you do,
then like a pretty cute
ass-fucked jellyfish.
Thank you.
That's alright.
Well, I don't think
she does it on purpose. But...
...looking at photos
is like Maike's atomic bomb
with which she destroys everything else.
Ah well.
Did you realise
Maike has only two facial expressions?
The "Life is a pleasant journey" one.
And the "Let me dig into your soul" one.
You've got thousands!
He's better than I thought he'd be after
thinking he could be as good as he is.
Dad, this is really bad timing now.
This is your dad's GP,
your number was among the most dialled.
-What's the matter?
-Could you come here, please?
Alright then.
It's been a pleasure,
a very special evening.
Yes.
-This sounded more like:
-I have an abscess on my foot, special.
-Or like:
-Others got a finger, I got a horn.
Very special.
I also found it very special.
Well, all the best to him.
Thank you.
Please. He still needs to rest.
You knew about his heart?
Yes.
Good, so you also know it's important
that he doesn't get excited.
Yes, of course.
We don't know what happened.
Have you lately noticed anything
that might have excited him unduly?
It's probably my fault.
It's not that easy to explain.
He thinks, I'm a superstar,
but I'm a total loser.
And...
I was at a friend's house with a stranger
who I pretended was my boyfriend. And...
I told them I was on holiday in Portugal
in a place that doesn't exist and
I think he found out that
I haven't studied at all.
I wanted to tell him,
but I'm so afraid for him.
Are you in treatment?
-Me?
-But did she not feel well?
Yes.
Look, I understand that.
I can well remember how she was
before the last performance:
she was always vomiting.
Compared to that, it's much better now.
And another small blow
against the pharmaceutical industry.
Give her my best, good night.
Maike is excited again because she has
to play Arielle the Air Spirit tomorrow.
What's that supposed to be?
Taking of evidence.
Testimony of Dr Andreas Spellart,
dermatologist.
I took down his testimony
and put it on tape.
You can follow it simultaneously.
-Dr Spellart.
-Yes.
You're an internationally famous
dermatologist.
That's correct.
You treat Mr Günther Sternberg?
That's correct, yes.
For how many years now?
To tell you this would actually
breach patient confidentiality,
but I'll make an exception once.
For seven years.
He consulted me because of an eczema.
And then...
We can spare ourselves this Günther,
you knew it anyway.
No.
I wanted you to find out for yourself,
but you obviously didn't want to.
Butterfly.
Dad!
I was butterflying.
I think I might have overdone
the workout just a tiny bit.
I also think
you might have overdone it a little bit.
-Huh?
-Helene, is this you?
-Yes.
-Thank God, I thought you were your mum.
Have you met her?
Yes.
I told her that I'm about...
...to get a job for you in a law firm.
And I told her that I wake up every
morning feeling so proud of my daughter.
And then I'm getting on the butterfly so
I'll stay in shape for another 30 years.
Maybe you shouldn't get back
on the butterfly for a while.
And stay away from Mum, too.
We'll see.
Actually, Dad, not "we'll see".
No butterfly for now.
Hen?
Uh-huh.
I chatted again.
Dad, the doctor's still here.
Oh! Good day!
Now you rest for a while.
Go and get my medicine, will you?
Oh!
That's not a good idea.
I don't think you can judge it
in this case.
He had a breakdown and
you want to fill him with prosecco?
Exactly.
You know what would be a good idea?
Yum!
Angel water.
Can you hand me my laptop?
Can you turn on my CD, please?
Sure.
I thought you weren't coming out
any more.
Was it any good?
It wasn't a movie kiss though.
It's not a film either.
Are you sure?
No.