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Karl!

Be gentle, please.

I slept badly.

So many nightmares.

What time is it?

Hand me the phone. Quick.

Peter von Kant here.

Yes, I'll hold.

Go squeeze my oranges.

Hello, Mom.

I know, I had no time yesterday. Too much work.

You know how it is.

No, I've been up for a while.

Where are you going?

Miami!

I'm so happy for you.

Miami is charming. The people are fantastic.

How long? Six months!

Mutti, I envy you. Six months in Miami...

I know, it'd do me good too.

Karl, start typing the script.

Yes, Mom? What?

I'm listening.

You've got a bad line.

8,000 Marks?

That's a lot of money.

Hang on a second. Karl!

How's my bank account?

I can never count you.

Well,

I can loan you 5,000 max.

You know I have huge expenses. Gabrielle, the boarding school...

You could ask Tatiana.

Yes, Mom.

Ok.

Bye.

Karl.

I need to send a letter.

Dear Romy Schneider, comma...

I loved seeing you in Paris,

comma,

and my desire to make a film with you grows by the day.

Period.

I'm working on my portrait of a German woman after the war.

You'd be brilliant for it.

I'll get back to you soon.

All my affection, your Peter von Kant.

Go send it, hurry up!

Some do it with a bitter look

Some with a flattering word

The coward does it with a kiss

The brave man with a sword

A sword

Each man kills the thing he loves

Each man kills the thing he loves

Each man kills the thing he loves

Each man kills the thing he loves

Some kill their love when they are young

And some when they are old

Some strangle with the hands of lust

Some with the hands of gold

The kindest use a knife

Because the dead so soon grow cold

Each man kills the thing he loves

Each man kills the thing he loves

Some love too little

Some too long

Some do the deed with many tears

And some without a sigh

For each man kills the thing he loves Yet each man does not die

Right.

Enough.

Get going on the script.

Any mail?

Bavaria...

Bavaria wants to produce me.

Karl, great news!

Telephone.

Quick, dial.

Yes, I got your letter.

Of course, I have many projects.

This week?

That will be difficult.

Friday? Let me check.

Any room on Friday?

3 o'clock?

Very well, 3 o'clock.

Thank you, goodbye.

Those pigs.

Remember when he turned down Tröpfen? Hypocrite!

What a jerk.

Times change!

Get the door.

Hello.

There she is!

My darling!

My Sidonie, what a surprise!

How long has it been?

It's been...

three years!

Time flies.

You look stunning.

Scandalously stunning.

How do you do it?

And you're still the picture of beauty and youth.

You redecorated.

It's gorgeous!

All your awards!

Not all of them.

And Franz?

I read it in the papers. Even in Hollywood, imagine!

I said to Lester, "How hard this must be for Peter."

Karl, make some coffee.

- Unless you prefer tea. - Coffee's fine.

Had breakfast?

Yes.

Early this morning in Frankfort, before my flight.

I was so worried about you.

Are you suffering terribly?

Aw, Sidonie...

People evolve. I was different before, it's true.

But when it comes to love, our flaws always get the better of us.

I don't know. For me and Lester...

You travel all the time.

You and Lester barely know each other.

Franz and I were inseparable. We knew who we were dealing with.

- So you fought a lot? - No.

Sometimes there was a chill.

You're afraid to be affectionate.

- Afraid of being the weaker one. - I think I understand.

You think the wiser takes it all?

No.

My poor Peter!

It's easy to feel pity. Understanding is harder.

Save your pity for what you don't understand.

It's sad. It seems this affair has hardened you.

Hardened me? Not really. But I've been thinking.

Don't think too much with love.

You seem unaccustomed to artists who think, dear.

True, you live with Lester.

Please, Peter!

Lester isn't a famous artist like you. He's a businessman.

He has money.

But he's intelligent.

He thinks a lot.

- I didn't mean to offend you. - I know.

I want you to listen and stop judging me.

I understand your bitterness.

So, he left you.

No, I did!

- You? - Sure.

- My god! - You're surprised?

A little.

You thought I was desperately in love, at his mercy? Wrong.

Your poor Peter is the one who left.

Horrifying, right?

- He cheated on you. - No, he didn't!

And that wouldn't have been a reason.

We believed in pleasure, not fidelity.

Especially not fidelity as a duty.

We were faithful intellectually.

Other things brought us down.

So, what tore you apart?

Don't ask too many questions.

The answers may be terrifying.

- Can we still "talk"? - Sure.

I've had Karl 3 years. He hears all, sees all, knows all.

Don't mind him.

Want a line, mein liebe?

No.

I quit, I behave now.

You, behave?

As you like.

Karl.

Keep typing the script, it's urgent.

Writing a new script?

You know me.

What's it about?

It's still vague. A portrait of a woman.

Sounds great.

You know, Lester and I went through a rough phase too.

It seemed everything was over.

So much weariness.

But you have to be wise, understanding.

Full of humility.

Women have assets. We have to put them to use.

Screw assets. Especially female ones.

No more hypocrisy or tricks for me.

You exaggerate.

They are tricks.

Lies, if you prefer.

Creating constraints, killing freedom.

Humility! When I hear that word...

Don't laugh, Peter.

Lester and I are very happy now.

Humility paid off.

He thinks he dominates me. And I let him think it.

But in reality I'm in charge.

That may work for you two.

But Franz and I wanted a pure love.

That means knowing each other inside-out. Total transparency.

We were no ordinary couple.

We wanted to choose, and be free.

Always.

But... why complicate life?

Why innovate, when tried and trusted methods exist?

We wanted to be happy together.

Do you understand? Together.

Yes, I understand.

So what led you to disgust?

If you two were so open and accepting?

My success.

A success he wished for himself.

That's how it started, quite simply.

Success is no reason to split up.

You know the vanity of men.

Franz wanted to pamper me, take care of me.

I was ok with it at first.

He was so sweet, so tender.

I was swimming in an ocean of love and happiness.

Oppression often begins that way.

When his career stalled, his wounded macho pride was almost funny.

I enjoyed it, even.

When I told him his social status didn't matter to me,

it was already too late.

It was like talking to a wall.

Gradually, the honesty disappeared.

I figured I'd been wrong about him. About myself.

So I broke up.

The last six months were horrid.

He knew it was over but wouldn't accept it.

He tried everything to keep me.

He was clever.

Especially in bed.

Disgust followed.

He tried it all.

Manipulation...

violence.

I let him.

I accepted it.

How filthy he seemed to me.

He stank.

Franz stank as only men can stink.

What had attracted me made me want to vomit, or cry.

And the way he fucked...

Please, no sordid details!

You asked, Sidonie, so hear my story to the end.

Franz fucked me like a bull fucks a cow.

No regard or respect for my pleasure.

The pain, Sidonie! You can't imagine the pain.

And when I felt pleasure despite it all, I was filled with shame!

He thought my tears were of love, gratitude.

He was such a fool.

Such a fool.

Men are such fools.

My poor Peter, you've suffered so!

As I said, I don't need your pity.

Franz needed mine. But I had nothing left to give him.

When we ate together,

the way he chewed and swallowed disgusted me.

The way he cut his meat,

held his cigarette, his whisky...

Everything seemed so ridiculous, so fake.

There was hysteria behind it all. Panic, anxiety.

I'm ashamed.

You mustn't be ashamed.

You tried to learn, to understand.

You know, Sidonie,

I believe human beings need each other,

but haven't learned to be two.

- That must be Amir. - Amir?

A charming boy I met on the boat from Sydney to Southampton.

He wants to make it in Germany.

I told him to meet me here.

We're lunching at Chang's.

Amir!

Hello, Sidonie.

Amir... Peter von Kant.

My best friend.

- I did his first film in... - Hello, sir.

Call me Peter.

Please, have a seat.

Sorry for the mess.

I don't mind.

Coffee, tea?

Cognac?

- Cognac, thanks. - Karl, cognac! Sido?

Never in the morning.

It's funny. I imagined you older.

Why older?

People with such success and fame are usually older.

I'm the exception that proves the rule.

Prost!

Amir,

it's time.

- Already? - Yes.

I'll call you soon, Peter. I'm not leaving Cologne this time.

If you want to discuss your "portrait of a woman"

- don't hesitate. - Of course.

Goodbye.

Yes?

You have style, and...

I'm preparing a film for Bavaria.

I'll be casting soon.

So, if you're interested, come back and see me.

Ok, sure.

Tomorrow, for example.

Coming.

See you tomorrow, then.

So, did you change the dialogue for Romy?

Too sentimental.

No.

Never.

It's him.

Tell him I'm coming.

Good evening.

Thanks.

Amir!

What a pleasure!

- Good evening, Mr. von Kant. - Peter.

Good evening, Peter.

So, here you are.

Yes, here I am.

I threw a little something together.

- Champagne? - With pleasure.

Karl!

Tell me about you, Amir.

- Me? - Yes.

Not much to say.

What do you think about? What do you dream of?

Nothing special.

I just want to find my place on this earth.

- If it's not too much to ask. - Of course not.

Everyone has the right.

Even if you have to fight for it.

- Fight? - Yes.

I myself fought hard to get where I am.

That's how it is.

Prost!

I think I'm too lazy to fight.

Lazy?

Yes, well...

I love to lie in bed.

Reading. Magazines, books.

Maybe you don't yet know what interests you in life.

- You're still young. - I'm 23.

23!

So many things to discover.

Wonderful things.

Good, evil, beauty...

ugliness.

At 23, life is just beginning.

I've lived quite a bit already. I'm married.

You're married.

So young.

My wife stayed in Australia.

We were...

No, it's complicated.

It often is.

Humility is key.

- Humility? - Yes.

We must be humble, to bear what we don't understand.

I try to be humble in my work,

with the money I earn...

with all things stronger than me.

Humility is a strange word.

It's kind of like...

prayer...

or genuflection.

Concepts not intended for the young.

At your age, I'd have reacted the same way.

Do you like shellfish?

So Amir, would it amuse you to be an actor?

I don't really know.

But sure, why not?

I need to explain in detail.

It's not enough to read lines.

You must be prepared to learn.

I want to learn. Obviously.

I can facilitate things.

And, if you learn fast, you'll find work easily.

Thank you.

You don't like the shrimp?

I don't know how to eat them.

Karl,

shell his shrimp.

It may be hard for you at first.

Financially speaking.

You won't earn much.

Yes, I imagine.

But I'll help you.

Very kind of you. Thanks.

The great thing is,

we travel a lot. When we're successful.

Festivals, film releases...

I love foreign capitals. Especially at night.

Do you like to travel?

Depends. But sure.

Exploring foreign cities,

museums, new music...

Do you like art?

Art?

I don't know.

- Theater, painting, music, films? - Oh yes.

I love going to the movies.

To see love stories,

where people suffer.

And you cry.

- I like that. It's beautiful. - Yeah?

So you've seen my films?

No.

I mean, not yet.

There are so many.

Karl, prepare the equipment.

Let's get to know each other better.

Have a seat.

Lights.

Camera.

Amir, take 1.

So, for a start,

what do your parents do?

My father was a manual laborer. A toolmaker.

Very interesting.

It wasn't much.

I mean, it was a job. But not much fun.

My parents' life wasn't great.

A small apartment,

three children,

a lot of shouting and fighting.

Did they take good care of you?

No, not really.

We were mostly in their way.

I was fortunate with my parents.

They introduced me to the finer things in life.

Art in general.

Sidonie probably told you I have a daughter.

No, I didn't know.

I had her very young.

I can't always look after her,

so I got her into the best school.

An excellent Swiss boarding school.

Reassures me.

I liked school.

Did you?

No.

I was glad when it was over.

But I wasn't a bad student.

You seem very smart.

Smart, yes.

But...

I didn't like learning. Unless I was interested.

When I was interested, I was unbeatable!

Oddly, I had a soft spot for math.

I was the opposite.

I was terrible at calculating.

And when they added letters, I was lost.

Funny, I loved algebra most.

- Algebra? - Yes.

Really not my thing.

It's not important. We don't need it in real life.

Gymnastics, though. That I liked.

- Yeah... - Athletics, in summer.

And team sports.

Handball,

dodgeball...

I preferred bar work.

Horizontal bars, parallel bars...

That requires discipline.

Another word young people hate.

Discipline's good if you're having fun.

But if something only works with discipline

or constraints,

I don't like it.

To get things done, I need a goal or an obligation.

A need for money, a promise to keep...

Otherwise, with no constraints, no...

discipline,

I'm totally lost.

I get that.

But it's better without.

Sure. I mean the constraints we accept.

Those we desire. Need, even.

To make something beautiful, for example.

In life, we must strive for beauty.

Yes.

Where are your parents?

Dad and Mom are dead.

I'm sorry.

Now you see me differently.

No.

It happens with everyone.

They like me at first. Then they hear my story and it's over.

Amir, on the contrary.

I feel compassion for you.

Tell me.

How did it happen?

Very simply.

You didn't see it in the papers?

No.

I don't remember.

Dad always drank a lot.

And...

No, I mustn't tell it that way.

One day, at the factory, they told my father,

"Mr. Ben Salem, we're a cutting-edge company.

We no longer have room for men your age."

Dad fell apart.

He cried.

He started throwing punches.

Security was called in. He made a real scene.

They threw him out.

So...

he went to his usual bar to get drunk.

Then he came home.

He slit Mom's throat.

Then he hung himself.

There was no place on this earth for them.

A common story.

No?

Keep going, Amir.

After that, I left for Australia.

Life wasn't rosy there either.

Things sucked with my wife.

She made me slave away. Always saying,

"One day we'll be rich."

We just had to wait. Always waiting.

She got on my nerves quick.

If you're not in the system, they toss you aside.

Cut!

Amir...

Thank you.

Karl, champagne!

Shall we drop the formalities?

Yes, that'll be easier.

Amir, starting now,

everything is going to change.

We'll do our best to make something of your life.

I won't say no.

I mean, that'd be great.

But I often lose hope.

To hope...

To us.

And to the world opening up to you.

Prost!

Prost.

You're so beautiful, Amir.

I think I'll change my script.

A film just for you.

I'll make you a star.

I promise.

A song from my youth.

It makes me sad, or happy.

It dates back to my first wife.

A beautiful love story.

Someone said the most beautiful things are fleeting.

There's truth in that.

Ingrid loved to drive.

She had an accident.

She was so beautiful.

But full of rage.

She thought she was immortal, but no.

She died 4 months after our daughter was born.

It was so hard for me.

But you know, Amir,

people are terrible.

They can bear anything. Anything.

They are hard and brutal.

For them,

everyone is disposable. Everyone.

Time teaches you.

And Sidonie?

Sidonie...

I loved her so much.

She gave me a chance.

We made that film together.

She was sublime.

I'd have given her everything.

But actresses are ungrateful idiots.

She sold herself to others,

in Hollywood.

For all the good it did her.

Deep down, I loved the actress more than the woman.

It'll be different with you.

Where do you live?

- Hotel Döblin. - At a hotel?

Must be expensive.

27 Marks, breakfast included.

Stop paying, move in here.

It's free and it's gorgeous.

Yes, but...

As you like.

Actually,

I might get...

I mean...

I might get on your nerves.

Amir, you will never get on my nerves.

And I'm often lonely.

It'll be wonderful, believe me.

If you say so.

I know so.

We'll conquer the world.

Amir, I think about you all the time.

I want to be with you.

I think I love you, Amir.

Yes. I love you.

I like you too, Peter.

But...

I need some time.

I'll give you all the time you need.

We'll take our time.

To get to know each other.

To love each other.

Amir, mon amour...

Feel that?

I've never felt so much love for anyone.

I'm crazy about you, Amir.

And it feels so good.

Karl!

Bring us a bottle of champagne.

9 months later

Did you cancel the reservations?

What?

Did you cancel the reservations?

I'm still in bed.

Ok, I'll do it myself.

No, I'll do it. Just give me time to get up.

Hello, I reserved 2 tickets for Madrid. Von Kant and Ben Salem.

Yes, Amir Ben Salem.

I'm afraid I must cancel.

No, not for the moment.

Thanks, bye.

Why bother? They'd see we weren't there.

- Simple courtesy, dear. You'll learn. - Right, Dad!

Karl!

My boots.

I think your Karl may be nuts.

He's not nuts.

He admires me.

Don't you have drama class?

Not going?

I'm not learning anymore.

There's always more to learn.

- The voice of wisdom. - No, experience.

- Learning always pays. - Make me a gin and tonic.

Careful, you'll get fat.

- You drink too much... - Fuck off!

Your physique is your fortune.

It's all you have.

- If you think so. - I don't think so.

I know so.

Prost.

Prost.

I love you.

Me too.

"Me too, me too"...

Can't you say "I love you" for once?

- Yeah... - Go on.

Ok.

I like you.

I love you.

You have the prettiest skin.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

The prettiest hair, the prettiest shoulders,

the prettiest eyes... How I love you!

- Leave me alone, please. - Why?

I haven't brushed my teeth.

- I don't care. - I do!

Let me read in peace.

Ok, I'll leave you alone.

Since you're disgusted.

No, but we can't paw each other 24/7!

Yes we can!

For fuck's sake, Peter!

I could be forever in your arms.

Why are you so brutal, with all I do for you?

- I'm not brutal! - Then why push me away?

Do I disgust you?

Am I too fat?

- Amir! - What?

Karl!

Put this dialogue... there.

By the way, where were you last night?

- Amir? - What?

Where were you last night?

I went out dancing.

- Until 6 in the morning? - So?

Nothing's open that late.

Is that so?

Who did you go dancing with?

Some guy.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

What kind of guy?

A big black guy.

With a big black cock.

- Want one too? - Yeah.

What was he like?

What, in bed?

For example.

Insatiable.

Really?

Yes, really.

Imagine...

his strong black hands on my olive skin.

And his lips.

He had big lips.

Hot lips.

Don't look at me with those cow eyes!

Go get the newspapers! Scram!

Relax!

Don't get hysterical. You don't know the rest.

- Don't be a prick, please. - I'm just telling the truth.

We promised we'd be honest, right?

But you can't take it. You'd rather be lied to.

Yes. Lie to me.

Please lie to me.

Ok, I lied to you.

I walked all night long.

Thinking of us.

Us?

- Yes. - Is that true?

No, of course not!

No, I really slept with a guy.

But hey, it meant nothing.

I don't understand.

Why?

Why?

Stop crying Peter, please.

You know I need to sleep with other people.

That's how I am.

I use guys, nothing more.

Just for a bit of fun.

Come on.

You were all about freedom when we met.

You always said we owed each other nothing.

So?

Come on.

Please stop crying.

I always come back.

My heart hurts.

Like someone stuck a knife in.

Come on, calm down.

- Want another? - No.

My physique is my fortune.

Will you see him again?

Who?

The guy. Have there been that many?

- Stop. - Answer me.

No, I won't see him again.

I don't even know his name.

And he said he was moving or something.

Was he really black?

- Yeah, why? - Just curious.

He was really cool.

A handsome face.

And super smart, you know.

He told me about America.

You'd have liked him too.

You're so hysterical.

I am not hysterical! I'm suffering!

You must like the pain.

Think I like pain?

I wonder!

I'd rather be happy.

So happy.

- This makes me ill. - What?

You make me ill!

Are you with me for my money?

Because I gave you a chance?

Because I give good head?

Or because...

you love me?

See?

Not knowing makes me ill.

Karl.

Romy...

"Peter von Kant's latest film

is a remarkable contribution to world cinema."

With a photo of you.

Really?

"Amir Ben Salem, Peter von Kant's latest discovery."

Crazy!

- Good, right? - Nice.

Beyond amazing, you mean!

My first photo in a magazine. Awesome!

Karl, look!

Not bad, eh?

But... I wanna kiss you.

I love you.

Hello, Peter von Kant speaking.

It's for you.

From Zurich.

- Zurich? - Yes. Know someone there?

I don't think so.

Hello?

This is Amir Ben Salem.

Who?

Frida?

You're in Zurich?

What are you doing there?

When?

6 pm in Frankfort? Hang on, I'll ask.

When's the next plane to Frankfort?

8:30 pm.

There's a plane leaving from Cologne at 8:30.

Yes, I'll try to get a ticket.

Ok. Kisses.

I love you too.

Kisses. Bye.

That was my wife.

Frida's going to Frankfort. Can you get me a ticket?

Please.

Hello, Lufthansa?

This is Peter von Kant.

I'd like to book the 8:30 flight to Frankfort.

- It's full? - No, please!

Any room in first class?

One ticket for Ben Salem.

Amir Ben Salem.

The actor, yes.

I know, 45 minutes prior.

Incredible!

Frida's here.

It's nuts.

You said it was over.

That was so long ago, Peter.

You could've told me you were in touch.

Frida's my wife. Of course we're in touch.

You wanted a divorce.

No, I said we might get one someday.

Minds can change in 6 months.

Know what you are?

No, what?

A dirty little whore.

Dirty, and little.

Yeah? You think so?

I know so.

A revolting little whore.

You make me want to vomit.

- So you're glad I'm leaving? - It's not soon enough!

You should be on the streets now!

It's far less tiring with you, darling!

I see! How could you lie to me when you knew I cared?

I never lied to you!

- Yes you did! - Never!

You were never clear.

I told you I love you!

And that wasn't a lie.

I love you.

In my way.

If I'd known, everything would've been different.

Don't go, Amir.

I'll do anything for you.

- Without you I'm so alone. - Alone?

Without your whore?

Forgive me. Try to understand.

Don't be cruel.

Move, I have to go.

You'll pay for that!

Karl!

Give me money.

What for?

The plane, and Frankfort. Frida never has a cent.

That's all I'm good for.

Paying.

- How much do you want? - 500.

Here, take 1,000. For something extra.

- 500 is enough. - Take 1,000 I said!

Nothing matters anymore.

Karl!

Take him to the airport, I'm too drunk.

- Amir. - What?

Are you leaving for good?

Yes.

I'll be back.

Bye.

The furniture was British

Plush green, mahogany

The punch was Caribbean

The cushions were many

Paris on a June day The quivering windowpane

Sinatra crooning on the turntable

Like at the theater

Like at the theater

The more I remember our love

All its joy and pain

The more I see what a genius you were

at mise-en-scène

Act II, a change of scene I dreamt a crazy dream

You swept me up and off we flew For a holiday in Corfu

My handsome Hermes Bare-chested among the ruins

In the blue shade of the cypress trees Majestic on the hills

Like at the theater

Like at the theater

The more I remember our love

All its joy and pain

The more I see what a genius you were

at mise-en-scène

When your wife caught us I was more surprised than she

She knew you were a cheater "I'm not married," you told me

She wasn't even jealous Just begged for the sake of the kids

That the good father I had stolen Return to their home and his

Like at the theater

Like at the theater

The more I remember our love

All its joy and pain

The more I see what a genius you were

at mise-en-scène

Like at the theater...

Hello?

No, I'm not von Kant!

Hello?

No!

You lousy little bitch.

You make me want to puke.

I hate you.

You filthy little whore.

I love you.

I need you.

Don't be so mean. Call me, please.

Can't you just call?

I need to hear your voice.

That asshole won't even think of it.

He planned it all out.

Making me wait on purpose.

How you disgust me!

I love you so much.

If you only knew how it hurts!

One day it'll happen to you.

You'll be broken.

You'll understand.

But it'll be too late.

Far too late.

Dad?

Where is he?

Dad!

Are you ok?

- Gabrielle... - What happened?

Nothing. All is well.

What were you doing?

Resting a little, that's all.

Happy birthday.

Thanks, my daughter.

- Grandma's not here yet? - No. Karl!

Make us some coffee. Be right back.

- You're so handsome in your white suit. - Thanks.

I'm glad to be here.

I have so much to tell you.

It's been ages.

4 months?

Uh, yeah.

- Amir's not here? - No.

Will he be coming?

I doubt it.

- Fine. I didn't like him much. - Really?

I found him quite vulgar.

Amir is not vulgar.

Dad, I must tell you.

- What? - I'm unhappy.

Unhappy?

It's complicated.

I'm also wildly happy.

What are you on about, dear?

I fell in love.

You fell in love?

You're so funny!

Your reaction is appalling. So petty bourgeois.

Sorry, sorry!

You're still my little girl.

- I need to see you as a grown-up. - Yes, please.

So tell me, Gabrielle. Tell me about your boyfriend.

That's just it.

He's not my boyfriend yet.

He doesn't know. I've tried to flirt for 3 weeks.

He ignores me completely.

It's awful.

Don't worry, he'll notice you soon.

He's so handsome.

You can't imagine how handsome.

I can.

Tall, thin, long blond hair, looks like Mick Jagger.

How'd you know?

That's my secret.

You're so smart, Dad!

The smartest dad in the world!

Hello?

Yes.

No!

Dad!

Who was it? Stop crying. What happened?

Nothing, Gabrielle. Nothing happened.

Get the cake and whipped cream.

Shouldn't we wait for the others?

Get the cake and whipped cream!

Are you deaf or what?

Why treat him so badly?

He deserves it and likes it. See?

No!

Doesn't matter. Don't worry about him.

I don't want to fight on your birthday.

But I don't agree with you at all.

That's normal!

Children must form their own opinions, as they say nowadays!

- Right, but you should... - Shut up!

Gabrielle!

Bitte schön.

Get the door.

- Hello, Gabi. - Hello, Sidonie.

Peter!

Enter the great actress, Sidonie von Grasenabb!

All my birthday wishes.

From the bottom of my heart.

Thank you.

You'll open it later?

Let's open it now.

Like it?

Very much.

- Gin and tonic? - Coffee.

Karl, coffee.

How's school, Gabi?

Fine, Sidonie.

- Good grades? - Yes.

Good.

I'm glad.

Karl!

A cup for Sidonie.

Dad treats Karl very badly.

Don't you think?

Maybe.

But you're too young to judge your father's behavior.

- I'm 14. - That's what I'm saying.

- At your age... - You were my age?

Don't be insolent, Gabi.

In that case, I'll shut up.

My dear Peter,

how are you?

Fine. How else would I be?

I read about your triumph in Cannes.

- Congratulations. - I'm sick of cinema.

How that shit bores me!

It does?

Finding new ideas, convincing actors, seducing actresses,

blowing producers, promoting the film, always fearing a flop...

Always the same thing. And to what end?

To live intensely, Peter.

And we all need money, no?

Screw money! I used to enjoy my work.

But now I'm exhausted.

Curtain!

What a shame.

With your talent.

I had no role for you anyway.

I didn't ask.

Stop laughing idiotically.

You're not my mom.

- Luckily. - Let her laugh.

Your dad says you can laugh.

Karl!

The cake!

Trying to piss me off today?

If only!

Be quiet, Gabi.

- Any news from Amir? - Amir?

No.

You?

I hear he'll be working with that Italian director, Zeffirelli.

The opera faggot!

You exaggerate. He makes films too.

It's great for Amir!

He's truly talented. He'll be big. Thanks to you.

He just knows how to sell himself.

You're not being fair to him.

He's in Cologne today.

He's in Cologne?

You're well-informed.

To be frank, Amir called me this morning.

He called you?

I told him it was your birthday.

He said he'd try to stop by if he can, but he's very busy.

He's very busy?

You shouldn't drink so much.

Take better care of yourself, Peter!

It's so easy to go downhill.

Did you sleep with Amir, Sidonie?

Everyone sleeps with Amir, Peter!

Hello.

Impossible to find a taxi

in all that traffic.

Happy birthday, my son.

Mein lieber Peter.

Thanks, Mutti.

Sorry again. I had no time to find you a gift.

You have everything anyway.

Sidonie!

You get younger by the day!

- You're radiant. - Must be happiness.

Hello Grandma.

My little Gabrielle! What a pleasure

to all be together.

How's school?

Ask Sidonie.

Are you sulking?

Have you been arguing?

She won't let me speak.

- Stop lying! - You stop lying!

Such an unbearable child.

- Such an unbearable actress. - Settle down, children.

For once we're...

My gift!

But Peter!

You all disgust me!

What's wrong, Peter?

- Hypocrites! - What's wrong with him?

You filthy hypocrites!

Dad!

Shut up!

You horrible kid! I hate you!

- I hate you all. - Dad!

Don't touch me!

Karl! Gin and tonic.

If you only knew how repulsive you are!

A real bunch of parasites.

You make me want to puke.

Stop destroying your apartment!

What the fuck do you care?

Did you work for it?

You never busted your ass, Mutti!

You always lived off Dad or me!

Know what you are? A whore!

A miserable old whore!

Please, Peter!

Dad! Stop!

What I worked for, I have a right to destroy!

Is that clear?

But why? What have we done to you, Peter?

It's because of that boy I introduced him to, Amir.

What about that Amir?

Peter is crazy about Amir.

I'm not crazy, Sidonie!

I love Amir.

As I've never loved before!

You don't really love that boy, he's an actor!

One hair on his head is worth more than the three of you!

You'll never understand.

A beautiful, pure love, without reproduction!

Karl!

Karl!

Bring me 10 bottles of gin!

Hello... Amir?

Enough, Peter!

Calm down.

Shut your face, you stupid cunt!

Fuck your fake-friend advice.

This amuses you. Enough gossip for a year!

How dare you?

Know what you are?

A pathetic actress.

Think I can't see your two faces?

I see everything. The camera sees everything!

Stop talking to Sidonie that way!

She's a great actress who always supported you.

As if!

She's a vulture, circling for a role to revive her shitty career!

She's a star, and without her you'd be nothing.

Thank you, Rosemarie.

It's true.

I am a star.

- A star! - But I'm also a human being.

Star, my ass!

I think I'd rather leave.

Yeah, get the fuck out!

Go back to Hollywood! Make shitty films!

I never want to see you again!

In your films,

you claim to be on the side of the weak.

But in real life,

you side with the strongest.

Great director,

but human shit!

Each man kills the thing he loves...

You'll pay, Peter.

I can't pay any more.

I've paid enough!

Who else wants to leave?

The door is open.

I have nothing more to give.

I'm fucked.

Karl.

Karl, my bottles of gin!

Why are you crying?

You're happy.

So happy!

- Dad! - My god!

My child.

My dear child...

I want to die.

I really want to die.

No...

I have no reason to live.

The afterlife will be beautiful.

All will be peaceful.

Don't say that, Dad. I love you so.

You take some pills,

put them in a glass of water,

drink them down and sleep.

Sleep feels so good.

I haven't slept in ages.

How I want to sleep!

A long time.

Sleep, sleep...

Sleep, baby, sleep

Your father tends the sheep

Your mother shakes the little trees

Out falls a tiny dream for thee

Sleep...

baby, sleep

The sky is filled with sheep

Sleep, baby, sleep

And I will give you a sheep

With a pretty bell of gold

To be your playmate

in the fold

This is the hour you were born, forty years ago.

It was snowing on that day, too.

I feel so alone.

I was afraid you'd judge me over Amir.

I'm so often afraid, Mutti.

Mankind cowers in the face of fear.

Yesterday, I went to your father's grave.

Once again, there were

some flowers.

I don't know who brings them. This was the second time.

I went to church, too.

I haven't enjoyed work in 6 months.

My head feels like it's going to explode.

Mein Peter,

you must find the courage to have faith.

We all need consolation.

Without God, we are alone.

No.

Neither God, nor consolation.

What we need is to learn to love without demands.

It's the same thing, believe me.

I didn't love Amir.

I just wanted to possess him.

That's over now.

I learned the lesson.

It really hurt, Mutti.

Learning should be beautiful.

Not hurt us.

You need to be nice to Gabi now.

Be a good father.

Children are fragile. So sensitive.

I know.

I'll start over.

She cried herself to sleep.

You need to give her a chance to get to know you again.

Mutti, please.

I'm not criticizing you.

You just need to know.

One must always speak the truth, my son.

Hello?

This is Peter von Kant's line.

It's Amir.

One moment, please.

Hello?

It's me.

Happy birthday, Peter.

Thanks.

- How are you? - Fine.

I'd like to drop by tonight.

It's late.

Yes.

And the snow doesn't help.

Got time tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Yes, for lunch. At Chang's.

No, I can't tomorrow.

Shame. I'm off to Rome the next day.

Doesn't matter.

We'll see each other next time.

When you're in town.

Fine.

Kisses, Peter.

Bon voyage.

Were you nice?

Very nice.

Take us to Chang's, Lester.

- It's still open, right? - Yes, all night.

You can leave, Mom.

I'm at peace.

Goodnight.

Karl.

Forgive me, Karl.

We'll work together now.

Truly.

You have the right to be free too. To be happy.

To have pleasure.

No.

Not that way.

Come.

Sit down.

Tell me about you.