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(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) I listen to the wind, to the wind

of my soul, where I'll end up, well,

I think only God really knows.

I've sat upon the setting sun, but never,

never, never, never, I never wanted water once,

never, never, never.

I listen to my words, but they fall

far below.

I let my music take me where my

heart wants to go.

I swam upon the devil's lake, but never,

never, never, never.

What is cherry confit?

Do you eat it instead of ice cream?

No, I don't feel like it, it's too

hot.

And you?

Hm?

I'm too lazy.

We'll go out again.

We're going back in the car, okay?

Okay.

Bye, Mousy!

Bye, Mom!

Bye, Sascha!

Bye, Zoe!

I'm going down anyway.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

See you tonight at the hotel.

Hey, you!

Wow, are they cool!

The largest, maximum size.

I'll be right back.

Thank

you.

Where are my sunglasses?

I can't see anything.

Tatsa!

The little sailor from the beach.

That was you, wasn't it?

I'm sorry, it was an accident.

Hey, come here!

How old are you?

Eighteen.

Almost.

I'm really sorry, I...

I didn't mean to bother you.

Is this your first time?

No.

And not.

Man, Zoe,

we're looking for you everywhere!

Zoe, where have you been?

Nowhere, I...

Hey, cool glasses!

Cycling club Spandau.

Berlin.

Aren't the glasses clean?

Cycling club Appel.

Dr. Ferdinand Meyer-Dirks, lawyer from Berlin.

I'm looking for a member of your club.

He took part in the Mallorca training.

The name?

I'm sorry.

There were more than 30 men in Mallorca.

I was in the same hotel at the

same time.

The man I don't know has left something

behind, which seems very valuable to me.

And because of a discussion you'd like to

understand, I can't tell you what it's about.

I understand.

Hey.

Hey.

Did you do your math?

Here.

Thanks.

Three pages?

Shit, man.

Kostas is crazy.

What are you listening to?

Spin Gold.

Who?

He's already dead.

I see.

Well, see you later.

Godfather Harry put this off as his claim.

This is the Colorado River.

Bill was reported by the tax authority this

morning.

Harry wants to take part of his gold,

for the area of his country.

But Harry doesn't want to pay much.

He has no idea how big his country

is.

Lars, what's Harry doing?

He's laying Bill down and drowning his corpse

in the Colorado River.

May I interrupt?

What is it?

I just want to know if you can

tell Harry how big his country is.

Sorry, I can't read.

Is it X equals 3 or X equals

8?

Oh, equals 3.

Asshole.

Sorry.

Okay.

3 equals...

5.9 areas.

Joe.

Hm?

Isn't that right?

It is.

But would you please be so kind to

the rest of the class to take part

in the biochemical processes of your brain waves?

I didn't have the exact value for cosine

of 3 in my head.

I assumed it was almost pi.

So it's bigger than minus 1.

Joe.

What?

Thank you.

So, again from the beginning for everyone else.

Wörner?

Yes, this is Dr. Ferdinand Mayer-Dirks.

You have...

I have to go to my hotel in

Wörner.

Yes, the woman from the club is calling.

She found something for me.

On Mallorca.

You were at the Hotel Brasilia last week?

Yes.

Room 806?

Yes, that's right.

Where can I send you?

Krosoczki Street, 85.

In Pankow.

At Peter Wörner's.

Krosoczki Street...

85.

What is it anyway?

See you there, Wörner.

Hello?

Hello?

Who are you looking for, boy?

I'm looking for Mrs. Wörner.

She's not here.

Peter Wörner's wife.

Oh, Rosie.

She's on her tour now.

What's up?

Well, finally.

I'll get you three euros in cash, Harry.

Imagine if we had that.

I'd look like a bank.

Joey, Joey!

What's up?

What's up?

You did it!

They called me.

I can't believe it, Joey.

Since when do I have to go to

the post office?

Don't get so worked up.

I knew it was about the competition.

Another piano competition.

You're a leader.

You don't have to sing that stupid song

all day.

Aren't you happy, Joey?

I am.

Here.

Thank you.

Can I have a sip?

I forgot mine.

How was your vacation?

Nice.

Nice.

What's next?

Peter Wörner's wife.

All the time?

Oh, I'm so happy.

I shouldn't have asked.

I hope the weather doesn't change.

I have to go to the hairdresser again

tonight.

I don't feel like going out.

Klaus.

You know him, right?

Let's go.

He has something good to do, doesn't he?

493 are waiting for my mail.

They're all out of work.

Shit.

Terrible.

Bye, Rosie.

Have fun.

Bye.

Wait a minute.

It's true.

It's him.

I thought I saw ghosts.

I'm just here by chance.

Oh, no.

Don't you have to be at school?

I do.

Why are you sticking to me?

Are these your roses?

Yes.

Listen, boy.

If you're here because of the thing in

Mallorca...

Nothing happened between us.

Now pull the leash and let me do

my job.

Okay?

Let's go.

Wait.

May I?

Sorry, I really don't want to bother you,

but...

But what?

It's true.

What's true?

Well, I wanted to see you again.

Maybe we could go for a drink or

something.

Don't tell me you want to go to

bed with me.

No.

Then that's good.

Why are you ringing?

You have a key.

What's that to you?

Sorry, I didn't introduce myself.

My name is Joe.

Actually, my name is Joseph, but that sounds

stupid.

That's why everyone calls me Joe.

Listen, Joseph, Joe, whoever.

So that we understand each other.

And so that you don't get it.

I'm twice as old as you.

You could be my son.

That doesn't bother me.

But it bothers me.

I don't like little kids like you.

I like adult men.

I have one at home.

And now get out of here, you hear?

Get out!

All right, I understand.

You have to clean it up.

Otherwise it'll get dirty.

Why did you put the letter in?

What letter?

I saw you put the letter in.

Last week.

Tuesday.

In the Wützerstrasse.

What do I know?

It was probably misplaced.

Then you should have put it back in

the mail bag.

But you put it in your jacket pocket.

Do you mean to say you've been sticking

facts to my neck since last Tuesday?

Where's your husband?

We're not married.

He's working.

Is he gone?

He's working.

He was gone on vacation, too.

Didn't you feel alone at all?

Why did you want to sleep with me?

Don't ask.

Just like that.

For fun.

If it was for fun, then...

You could do it again.

Don't make that face.

Will we see each other again?

What if I say no?

Why do you want to say no?

Holy shit.

Are you always like this?

But you wanted it, too.

Go now.

By the way.

My name is Rosemarie.

Give me your phones.

Turn them off, Lena.

You'll get 13 little exam questions.

What a friend.

Anyone missing?

Mustachioed Joe isn't here.

How much is a bottle like that?

40 euros.

In fact.

Your father?

Does your father have so much money?

He's a nuclear physicist at the Max Planck

Institute.

My mother is a photographer.

Actually, she's not a photographer.

She has a studio and my father finances

it.

She used to have a yoga studio.

Before that, a jewelry store.

And you?

Are you a physicist, too?

I don't know.

You should be.

I'll do my Abitur first and then...

music school, probably.

I think you're only 17.

I skipped the 11th grade.

I'm sorry.

What now?

I'm sorry, but...

I don't know how it feels when you

come.

When it's time, you'll know.

I know you're good at math.

But you can't sleep in my class.

I'm sorry, Dr. Koester.

I'll make you pay for the last exam

you missed.

(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) I'll let you write that down.

For the next one, you get zero points.

Put that back.

That's Peter's stuff.

Eat now.

Eat.

What?

It means eat, not eat.

You should buy a new recording.

Horowitz.

He plays Bach best.

Light and floating.

Peter will arrange it.

You're a miracle child, aren't you?

Or how do you know all this?

I was invited to play a piece with

him as a young musician.

Really?

Yes.

When?

In two weeks.

But I think I'll cancel it.

You don't have all of them.

I didn't practice.

Then move your little ass and do it.

My mother really wanted me to join.

That's her problem.

I'm not guilty of anything.

Oh yes, you are.

You're guilty of me, little friend.

And everyone else who's in some shitty post

office.

Or in the offices of people like your

father who clean the toilets.

And who never asked a pig if they'd

like to have something like piano lessons.

I thought.

Why?

No.

Yes, yes, we can do it.

Yes.

Yes.

Mr. Köster called this morning and said you've

been missing a lot lately.

Is that true?

Yes.

I'm not your babysitter.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry.

But when the new housemaid comes, everything will

be better.

By the way, Sascha talked to me on

the phone before.

Eggs?

I'll listen to it later.

About the gay school, I'll talk to you

later.

Come on.

You'll get lost in the wet clothes.

What are you waiting for?

You actually leave the shirt on in the

bathroom.

No.

But?

But what?

Nothing.

What is it?

Noradimitis.

I've had it since I was a child.

Well, you're not Mr. Universe, are you?

You can be here one day.

Let's say 4 letters in how many?

70?

Households?

93.

4 times 93 372 Letters in let's say

320 working days a year makes 81,840.

Oh, yeah?

Slowly.

What's 40 years?

What?

How many letters are there in 40 letters?

81,840 times 40 Come on, Joe.

Count.

3,200,000 72,000 What

was

that?

That was an orgasm?

Yeah!

You're the best, Joe!

Yeah!

You didn't expect that, did you?

Yeah!

I knew it.

Small letters.

Why?

I don't know.

Because they're beautiful.

Why?

You feel it when there's money or photos

in it.

I don't like them.

But?

The perfumed ones.

Or the ones from far away.

Or something special.

I don't know.

I don't know, either.

Most of the time, you look at the

paper to see if it's worth it.

People actually don't write much anymore.

Real letters, I mean.

More personal.

Only print stuff.

And e-mails.

That's Peter.

Peter?

My friend, Joe.

Joe!

We have to go.

Quick!

We're almost there.

On the balcony.

It's going to rain.

Joe, hurry!

Come on.

Rosie?

Are you there?

Did you

sleep?

Yes.

Why are you back so early?

It's only Wednesday.

What's going on?

Some are working and some aren't.

And now?

Now I'm home.

For the first time.

I have to pee.

Not now.

Can you get me a cigarette?

I'm out.

I have more.

Do you want to take a shower?

Why?

Do I have to?

I just thought...

I'm home.

I have to pee.

Joe.

Joe, you can't do this.

The sofa

is full of children's soups.

I can't stand it anymore.

Put a blanket on it.

Great idea.

Joey?

Where have you been?

The little one was alone the whole time.

I can stay alone.

Jo?

What happened?

Joey?

Tell me what's going on.

Are you scared?

Please open the door!

Shall I try to talk to him?

If you think it's possible, I...

Who is it?

Jo?

Jo threw the French school project into the

sand.

He's wasting the school, Matthias.

We used to do that, Anna.

Yes, but Jo didn't do it.

He hasn't changed at all.

I can't get close to him anymore.

The competition is in three days.

Why can't Joey play football like all the

other boys?

Sarah, please stop.

I'm missing the final game.

We're all here to wish Joey a happy

birthday.

I want to wish Germany a happy birthday.

Joey's coming.

That was Sabine Tusch from Ludwigshafen.

Thank you.

She played the sonata in A-flat major

by Domenico Scarlatti.

Next up is Josef Reinhardt from Berlin.

Josef Reinhardt?

Is he here?

We may have made a mistake.

I'll call Josef Reinhardt again.

Then we'll skip Josef Reinhardt.

Next up is Michiko Osaka from Berlin.

Daddy, I'm finally getting up.

I want to watch the last five minutes

of the final game.

Of course, sweetie.

Can I help you?

Yes, I...

You're here because of the ad, aren't you?

Unfortunately, it's too late.

My mother hired a new cleaning lady yesterday.

What a shame.

Do you know her?

No.

Sarah!

3-0.

The Swedes won because of you.

Because of your sweetness.

They would have won if you had watched,

honey.

If he had played at least.

But he was just sitting around.

Joe had a blackout, Sarah.

That happens.

But you can try again next summer.

You can move from October.

That's good.

Never do that to me again.

I have to pick up my sister.

I won't let you be the dirty cleaning

lady.

Not even from an arrogant little shithead like

you.

And you?

What are you doing?

Joe, that night on the balcony didn't go

any other way.

Don't talk shit.

I knew Peter would fall asleep after that.

Otherwise, we would have spent the whole night

out there.

It's still better than listening to you two

when you're fucking.

What do you think?

What do you think?

That we don't get along anymore?

Because there's you?

Peter and I have been together for eight

years, Joe.

I never promised you anything.

Never.

Joey, Joey, I shot a goal.

Can't we meet somewhere else?

In peace, I mean.

I don't feel like it, Peter.

I'm at home now.

Joey!

The others were really mean.

And we got a free kick.

I turned, with my left foot.

And then I shot with my left foot.

And I hit the ball right in the

middle.

Hi.

Hello.

Tonight?

My age.

My parents didn't know what to do when

they bought the new plane.

My God, we have problems.

I bought it all on pump.

My mother makes the losses so that my

father can get rid of the tax.

Isn't that funny?

To be a loss, I mean.

Joe, what happened to us shouldn't have happened.

We shouldn't have started it.

It leads to nothing.

Why not?

Because I'm with Peter.

I love him.

You love him?

You cheat on him?

We shouldn't see each other again.

Hey!

I don't want it to be over.

Joe, you're 17 and intelligent.

You have 5 careers that you can choose.

What do you want with me, God?

I'm 37 and I'm a mailman.

So?

Do you think that bothers me?

Not yet.

What about Joe?

Wait.

I don't give a shit about anything else.

I want my music and everything.

A career, honestly.

I don't want to go to music school.

I want to be with you.

You won.

What?

Your competition.

I was there, but I didn't play.

When so many people are there, I don't

hear the music anymore.

If you can't play in front of people,

why don't you let it be?

What?

Music school?

The most important thing is that you like

it.

Not the others.

There's no one here.

Very nice.

Smile.

Your legs a little bit more apart.

No.

Apart.

Hey, we don't see each other at all.

Are you crazy?

I thought we were for school.

We are.

So, apart.

You're making fun of me.

You don't hate me anymore, do you?

Come on.

Peter's parents were never here.

Why not?

We just didn't have one.

This one?

A guy.

But he was only knitted.

How exactly did that happen?

On the fucking stairs at our house.

And?

Nothing special.

You never tell anything about yourself.

What should I tell?

I'm writing letters every day.

That's all.

That's not all.

Okay.

Sometimes I get punched by a student.

Tell me, for example, why you only ring

before you open the door.

You're asking questions.

You even ring here.

There's no one here.

My mother wanted it that way.

Every time I came home, I had to

ring.

So that she could come to me if

necessary and send me away.

If necessary?

My father used to beat me up.

I just got used to the ringing.

Hello, honey.

Where's Joey?

Huh?

No idea.

Maybe he's with his girlfriend.

His girlfriend?

(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) Do you know that he has a girlfriend?

Manu, Mum, ask him yourself.

Sarah?

I've only seen her once, before school.

A classmate?

No, she was old.

Old?

Like you.

Your exams are worth crying about, dear people.

Have you never heard of integral calculus?

The third exercise has none of your noses

right.

Ah, sorry, I'm correcting myself.

One has solved it.

13 points.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Zero points.

Do you have any comment on that?

This is not about your fucked up exam

work, but about your high school diploma.

Your life, Joe.

Joe, you can come to me if you

need help, anytime.

Are we meeting tonight?

Peter wants to go bowling with me.

Then tell him that your back hurts.

He'll want me to sit with him and

watch.

Then tell him that your back hurts so

much that you can't sit.

Nice, isn't it?

Fred Pieper, Bittenbergerstrasse 83.

Top left, social worker.

He gives out contact information.

Read it.

My name is Jasmin Sophie.

I'm a passionate cook and baker.

I want a loyal, good-hearted man who

loves me.

What's he got?

Last year he did a tattoo of a

Bordeaux-dog on his cheek.

Diamonds, filet, hooks and a windbag.

Seems like he ate a little too much

of mine.

And what if she was your dream woman?

Then what?

He will never get to know her.

Sarah?

Sarah?

Lisa?

Joe!

Wait!

Who was that?

My mother.

And the guy?

Is that important?

Do you know him?

The guy is Sascha Pohl, an atomic physics

colleague and friend of my father.

He lives in Mallorca.

We've been on vacation there every year for

six years.

And now he's cheating on my mother!

Is that enough?

Hey.

You're back already?

Wasn't it good?

I thought you were in bed with back

pain.

I took two pain pills earlier.

Where have you been?

Out for a walk.

In the middle of the night?

I had to get some fresh air.

You go for a walk six hours a

day?

To get some fresh air?

Are you kidding me?

Are you out of your mind?

No.

Mrs. Keller is talking about it.

That she's having an affair with a boy.

What boy?

Shit, she's finally telling the truth.

The whole house knows about it.

Only I don't.

Who is this boy?

And what's going on with him?

Rita!

Rosie, shit.

I didn't mean to.

Show me.

Oh, God.

It's nothing.

Yes, it is.

It's a splinter.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

He's not 18 yet, Peter.

But he has something very special.

That's right.

It has nothing to do with you.

You have something to do with a student.

Yes.

You

have something to do with a student.

I love you, Peter.

And him?

What do you think about him?

Maybe...

It's just that...

He wants me so much.

I want that too.

You never told me that.

You know that.

But I want to hear it.

Zoe!

What are you doing here in the dark?

Matthias...

Matthias and I, we...

We're worried.

You've changed so much lately.

We know that there's a woman out there.

I don't want to talk to you.

I know who she is.

Stop it.

But let's talk openly.

We've all been in love before.

Now stop it!

You're the last one to tell me about

love.

Do you hear me?

The very last one!

What's that supposed to mean?

You know that very well.

Anna...

What's going on?

You're asking me?

He's changed so much.

He goes to school, he doesn't play the

piano anymore.

First he speaks German, then French.

And then he goes to high school anyway.

You know, Josef doesn't even let things slide.

But when it comes down to it, he's

there.

He's sleeping with an older woman.

Yes.

Are you sure?

Dead sure.

Her name is Rosemarie Elling.

Post-Voting.

That's what happens.

And it's over.

Does that mean you think it's okay?

Mrs. Elling?

I'm Hannah Reinhardt.

Joe's mother.

I know.

You should take a look at the doctor.

It's not necessary.

I can take it.

What do you want from me?

My son...

My son...

...has big problems, I'd say...

...that have to do with his...

...relationship with him.

That's pretty crazy.

My son is 17.

You're sleeping with him.

You could be his mother.

Joe knows what he's doing.

I don't believe it.

He doesn't even know himself anymore.

He goes to school, he lies.

He never comes home.

He's been writing catastrophic grades in the last

few months.

And if he goes on like this, he'll

drop out of high school in a few

weeks.

Joe is still a child.

You're ruining his future.

Do you want that?

I'm sorry.

My husband and I, we're sure...

...that he'll make a sensible...

...and responsible decision.

Are you done?

I still have work to do.

What happened to your eye?

Rosemarie, what did he do to you?

Nothing.

You're lying.

It was an accident.

How can his fist accidentally end up in

your face?

And that you fell down the stairs was

probably also an accident.

You're lying.

Tell me.

What are you imagining?

You're suggesting to Peter that he touches me.

Touch.

What?

It means touch, not touch.

If you're already talking about touching and actually

mean beating.

You think we're stupid proletarians, don't you, Joe?

Puck doesn't know his mother tongue anymore.

I didn't say that.

Yes, you did.

I told Peter about us.

He knows everything.

It's over between us.

You know?

Over.

And don't you dare to come after me

again.

You came to me.

We're getting married.

Take care, Joe.

I love you.

Get up, Joey.

You can have my lucky finger.

Mom, dad.

Joey isn't here.

But he has to go to high school

today.

Joey.

Joey!

Oh my God.

Rosemarie Ehrling, that's you, isn't it?

Yes.

I drive him.

No.

I drive him.

When I find him, I'd like to talk

to you, Hanna.

About what?

About you.

About us.

And about Sascha.

Please excuse me.

I'm looking for Mrs. Rosemarie Ehrling.

You came by accident.

I know.

But it's very urgent.

Please let me talk to your future wife.

It'll only take a few minutes.

But she's not here.

It's really very important.

Please.

I promise you that you won't do anything

else.

Please leave now.

Wait!

That's Joe's father.

What does he want?

Rosi, we're getting married today.

He has to know what he wants.

What about Joe?

He didn't come home last night.

Is that possible?

Yes, but he's graduating today.

My wife and I have reason to believe

that his disappearance has something to do with

you.

And we hope that you might know where

we can find him.

When is his exam?

It starts in half an hour.

You promised me that it's over.

It is.

Then stay here.

If he fails, Peter...

...then I'll feel guilty forever.

I'm finally back.

I'm sorry that I have to make an

effort on such a day.

Always be straight.

Do you have children?

I don't understand children.

Don't you think that you understand more...

...than you have?

Oh God.

Joseph.

What's wrong with him?

He's drunk.

Joseph doesn't drink.

We don't know him very well.

Come on, help me.

Joe!

Hey!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Come here!

Don't you want to get married?

You don't have time for this shitty exam.

Four hours.

If you come on time.

How long do you need?

Your hair...

...looks really shitty.

Come on, hurry up.

I don't want to!

Joseph, you're graduating today.

Fuck it!

What are you doing here?

Didn't Hannah send you?

No.

Of course she did.

You've never lived without her, have you?

Joseph, come on.

You're not helping at all.

Not even that she's fucking your friend Sascha.

That's enough.

I know that Hannah is sleeping with Sascha.

For a long time.

My hope was...

...if I let things go, they'll give up

on themselves.

I'm an idiot.

The opposite is true.

We remain silent.

And now?

Are you breaking up?

I hope not, Joe.

You have about half an hour.

And you?

20 minutes?

Please don't get married, Rosemarie.

You've never given me a chance.

I mean, if you'd at least try...

...then maybe you could love me too.

I love you, yes.

But everything else.

My whole life.

I love that too.

Maybe it's not as exciting as what's waiting

for you.

But it's good that way.

I like it.

Nothing would change.

Everything would change, Joe.

Not even a damn high-mobility trident!

There you go.

Now get lost.

I've got plans.

You have 33 minutes for six tasks.

I don't have my calculator with me.

That's a real challenge for you.