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Subtitle: CapCap on behalf of ORF, 2026

* "Good Vibrations" by The Beach Boys *

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Where to? - Huh?

To heaven? - Uh...

Sorry, Is this your first time here?

The rooftop bar Heaven. - Oh no, the six.

Gladly.

A short wave of happiness. - Please?

Your perfume. Une petite vague de bonheur.

It will do you justice.

Your floor.

Or prefer to go to heaven with me?

I have a date. - Regrettable. I was happy.

Me too.

* "Good Vibrations" by The Beach Boys *

*

Oh, no.

Hi.

This is going a bit too fast for me.

OK.

Is this your first time? - Can you notice that?

And you? You? How many times have you done this?

This isn't about me.

This is about it that you feel comfortable.

This hour is all for you alone.

What are you in the mood for?

Should I lick you?

Listen, this whole thing was a mistake.

One, one mistake. I ...

I would suggest we're ending this here.

What do you get? - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

This is completely normal.

You can give free rein to your wishes. .

There are no taboos here, there is only us here.

Yes. What would you like to have?

This doesn't look good on my reviews.

Forgiveness.

Listen,

this one with us, that won't work anymore.

It's not up to you. Thanks.

*Music*

Hey.

You don't have to be embarrassed. - But it is.

I believe I have never been so ashamed.

I was transferred.

How about now fly into the sky?

Let's give the messed up day a second chance.

Be careful, I can read minds.

All right, for a drink.

*Music*

What would it be? - Decide.

I've already made enough today wrong decisions.

Good, two Martini Rosso. You can't go wrong.

Ricardo.

Constanze.

And you don't you find that reprehensible?

No. - You don't think:

The old box has to buy a lover,

because no one voluntarily goes to bed with her anymore?

Does no one see your beauty?

My beauty? Well, you're funny.

How should others find you beautiful, if you don't do it yourself?

My husband doesn't really care,

he hasn't seen me for a long time.

But you're right.

Maybe I should have one of these Take the Love Yourself Course.

No, no, not one like that. An esoteric one.

I understand.

There you go. - Yes, thank you.

I was so naive to believe that... Oh, whatever.

Maybe he just wasn't the right one.

Oh, these people do it for money.

They make you believe exactly what you want to hear.

But what I want to feel I can't buy that.

And what do you want to feel?

Me.

I just want to lie naked in bed with someone again

and have the feeling to be loved.

That someone is there who likes to touch me.

Yes, a little sex wouldn't be sneezed at either.

Why am I telling you all this? I don't even know you.

Precisely because of that. Maybe, because I know your secret.

I'd better go now.

God, I'm naive.

Thanks for listening. I hope this is appropriate.

* A signal sounds. *

Elli swears by him. - What, them too?

For years. - Who else?

Everyone except you does it. - The Borge too?

The special ones. She has a subscription. - I don't believe a word you say.

It's like a refreshing short vacation.

Ah, thank you.

Do something good for yourself, if no one else does.

But it's not for me. It's not good for me like this.

Thanks anyway. - Yes, now what?

Do you want to keep drying up? like a Christmas tree in the desert?

Maybe he just wasn't the right one.

Someone said that to me today. someone said that to me.

Who? - I have to go.

*Music*

Hmm.

* A door slams shut. * I needed you today.

I told you straight away

that's nonsense. get any externals.

These people only advise us. - Yes, for extremely expensive money.

Shall I tell you what they seriously suggested to me today?

Disposable dirndl.

We should now produce disposable dirndls for the Oktoberfest. .

Disposable dirndl.

The grandfather would have rolled over in his grave.

They all believe that just because they have a bachelor's

degree in work-life balance,

color="#00FFFF">they have eaten vegan wisdom with a wooden spoon.

And? How was a day off?

Hopefully not as unsatisfactory as mine.

* romantic music *

Would you like another wine?

*Music*

*

Goodnight, darling.

Connie?

* romantic music *

It was a long day.

I should have announced it. - Honey.

Too spontaneous. - I, uh...

We can also just just fall asleep together.

You know how I snore.

You can't sleep, you'll be exhausted tomorrow

and I have a guilty conscience. - Yes, that's right, you're right.

A stupid idea of ​​mine. Sleep well. - You too.

Before, we didn't care about any of that.

*Music*

First they came to me with the disposable dirndl.

I thought, well, let her talk.

But today they seriously suggested to me,

gender-neutral traditional costumes to produce,

in order to also bring the LGTBQ generation on board.

There I said, no, I've had enough.

Kicked them all out. You are fired.

Everyone together. - Without telling me anything?

Without telling you anything. Honey, you weren't there.

And why do you hire a management consultant?

(dull:) That's what the bank told me.

* "Sway (Quien Sera)" by Dean Martin *

* Anton's voice is muffled and incomprehensible. *

Conni? - Huh?

Should we go gender neutral now Sell dirndls?

That's a contradiction in terms. Ridiculous.

The Burgstaller sells his hangOwear costumes for 89.90.

This is the downfall of the Oktoberfest.

But in doing so he saved his shop from bankruptcy.

Oh well.

Could we have the dessert menu? - You're welcome.

I'm going to freshen up for a moment.

You can take a look.

The Tarte Tatin is highly recommended.

Tartata. I think I'll be there.

Tartatata.

* "Sway (Quien Sera)" by Dean Martin *

Pardon.

*

*Music*

(Sorry.)

*Music*

Hello. - Hello.

Discretion. Forgive me if I I offended you,

but this is one of the top ones Rules in my profession.

But you found it, what you wanted to find.

What I wanted to find? - Yes.

You can't imagine how many times in the

last week took the elevator.

Every day from 3 p.m. to 4 p.m. I got around quite a bit.

Afterwards I ordered two Martini Rossos from Josie

color="#00FF00">and waited for them to fall from the sky. after all.

Can I? - Mhm.

Why were you so sure?

You're here, right?

I have to confess, I expected you earlier.

I have made one last

attempt to save myself in a conventional way

And surrendered. - That doesn't surprise you, does it?

After all, you live from failed love. .

You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

I don't think so that you failed.

I just think you're missing

something what I can give you.

And that?

Just because we love someone, doesn't

mean they owe us their own happiness.

We have to take care of that ourselves, right?

Every now and then, yes.

What's that called? Social time? 100 euros?

We still have to work on that. - What about?

That you believe that I can be bought.

Hello, morning. - Tomorrow. Please.

Thanks. Hello. - Thank you. Hello.

Good morning. - Tomorrow.

And? Are you meeting him? - I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't act like that I'm not blind.

It's the one from Chez René, right? - Sht.

I knew it.

Tell. What is he like?

We talked. - Talked. Nothing more?

One hour 100 euros, including

VAT and philosophical life advice.

You're crazy.

And when are you going to let it rip?

I don't know.

I don't know at all. if I even want that anymore.

You have nothing to lose, you can only win.

If you're not interested, then maybe I'll call him.

Are you okay? - M-m.

Wolfi got his things yesterday .

So it could be good

that I need the number of your gigolo.

Oh, Karin.

Thanks. It's okay.

We've been out of breath for so long. we've been out of breath for so long.

We didn't even live together.

It's a lot more complicated for you a lot more complicated, huh?

I don't want to separate from Anton.

Sure.

We can give the consultant as a gift, it doesn't do us any good.

He's just getting on everyone's nerves with his nonsense.

He's not even from the industry!

Then we'll just expand the credit limit.

Where's the problem?

No, my wife isn't interested.

The business is me.

So, aha.

Yes, good.

Thank you very much.

Sometimes I really wonder if

I still have anything to say.

They want to now that Conni signs it.

My signature doesn't work for them.

Don't get upset.

Yes, it's true. Without me the store wouldn't even exist anymore.

I won't be here tonight. - Fits.

The bank needs a signature from you.

Are you okay? - Just a small bottleneck.

*Music*

*

* The dial tone sounds. *

Yes? - Constanze here.

You can't Monday.

Oh, yes. As usual, 3 p.m. - In heaven.

Um...no.

In the hotel room.

Good.

And how does that work?

Sorry, I don't know... Do you reserve the room or do I?

You already have it Experience in this.

No. My friend did that for me.

She basically persuaded me. - Usually the customer does this.

Send me a message with the room number.

I am happy.

*Music*

Karin? - Hey, what's up?

You, could you reserve a room like that for me again? .

My name shouldn't appear. - Sure. No problem.

Thank you, you're a treasure. I'll then give you the money.

Understood.

* romantic music *

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* "Te Quiero Dijiste" by Nat King Cole *

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* "Te Quiero Dijiste" by Nat King Cole *

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In my purse.

* He leaves the room. *

*sinister music*

* A camera triggers. *

Tomorrow. - Tomorrow.

Do you still find me attractive? actually?

Of course.

We haven't slept together for over a year. .

Ah, go ahead. - Yes.

What's so bad about that?

That's good,

that you no longer let your hormones terrorize you so much.

Yes. - Are you missing something?

*Music*

* "Everywhere" by Fleetwood Mac *

Stylish. * He turns off the music. *

Fashionable. What will this be? - The One Way Wiesn.

Or dirndl to go. I would like it too.

You're not serious now, are you? - I think the idea is great.

If we open another shop on Theresienwiese,

customers can change there

and leave your garment in the store.

I won't be asked anymore. - Nothing has been decided yet.

You've been different for a few weeks somehow.

Oh, yes? How different am I? - So happy and in a good mood.

Bad? - No.

By the way, I was at the bank

because of the signature for the credit line.

Exemplary. Thank you very much.

Don't you think that we need exactly that right now?

It's just pure commercialism. There's no heart in it.

We are a traditional company. - Yes.

And we do it that way.

* "Everywhere" by Fleetwood Mac *

Now it's completely crazy. - Why?

I sacrificed 30 years of my life for the company.

I even took her name.

And not once a thank you.

And now she's standing down there and is making a disposable dirndl.

A dirndl to throw away, do you understand?

The old man would turn around at the grave.

* "Mist of a Dream" by Birdlegs &

Pauline * ♪ I saw you standing there,

♪ in a mist of dream.

♪ I wondered why, oh, why

♪ that you weren't there.

♪ You looked so good to me,

♪ that I stopped and I stared.

♪ I wondered why, oh, why

♪ that you weren't there.

* A camera triggers. *

I don't actually know anything about you.

That's what's liberating,

this is all about you. it's all about you.

And you never talk about your other...

I already know. Discretion.

Maybe there is only you.

Would you be okay if I told the others about you?

Then tell me about yourself. - No.

Social time.

Why are you doing this job? - Let's leave it alone.

I like to make others happy.

You're good at this. - Thank you.

You are educated, you are intelligent.

You look damn good. All doors would be open to you.

Maybe I don't want to go

through all the doors just because they are open,

color="#00FF00">and I feel more comfortable behind closed hotel doors.

Enough.

Cicisbeo. - Huh?

This is my hotel and you are my Cicisbeo.

A Cicisbeo was in the 18th century...

.. a gallant cavalier and

courtier, who accompanied the lady of the house

color="#00FF00">on festive occasions, among other things. .

In the absence of the owner of the house and with his consent.

Is there actually anything, what doesn't the professor know?

Yes, a lot.

At least there's a lot, which leaves me at a loss.

I would also like to go with

you to Chez René or the opera.

We always have to hide.

Your landlord would probably not be so happy about it.

For example, who was that lady

with whom I saw you at Chez René?

My mother.

Oh. Mmm.

Monday?

Well, open it up.

I thought, it's more pleasant for both of us this way.

Thank you.

How about we go away for a few days?

Just you and me. Somewhere where no one knows us.

Us? You mean you.

Where should the journey go? - I don't know.

Somewhere, where we can move freely.

How about Lisbon?

I'll let you know.

* He leaves the room. *

I'll let you know. What do you mean, I'll let you know?

*Music*

"Ladies and gentlemen,

Welcome to "Talk to Talk"."

"My guest today is a very special one."

"He started at the top and then fell way down,

but he got up again and

wrote a book." "Yeah, man, what was going on

there?" Why this book and why now?"

"Oh, you know, I have caused my family a lot of

suffering because of my completely overestimated hubris.

"I just have a tendency to be an arrogant asshole."

"I almost want to say,

that I am at the peak of my career

considered inviolable.

- "Are you still in contact with your family?"

*Music*

Tony?

What are you doing?

(with Italian dialect:) Piccata Milanese alla Toni

and as a starter Tomato-Burrata alla Toni.

As straight to the point as you can get it I probably can't get it,

but the goodwill of the admirer counts.

Hopefully.

A sip of wine? - Yes. Thanks.

*

Sun.

Your father can be admired on television again.

Yes, I saw it.

Have you read it yet, his new book?

God forbid, no.

I'm going away for a few days. Is this okay with you?

Yes. Oh, you can change the batteries for me.

It's always such a mess. - Mhm.

Good. - Thanks to you.

Then I'll drive again now. - Thanks to you.

Don't you think so, should we go away again?

Just you and me.

We work too much.

Oh.

You do it anyway much smarter than me.

You consistently take your Monday off. .

What are you actually doing then? - You don't want to know that.

Yoga, shopping, wellness, all that stuff.

Good, very good.

This is good for you. You're shining again.

This is nice to look at.

Do you have a lover?

Well, who would want us two old saddle pads?

Exactly.

*Music*

I still love you. I love you the way you are.

I don't want to miss a wrinkle.

* A signal sounds. *

*Music*

Honey, because of the new Wiesndirndeln,

thank you for making friends with it now it.

I would fly to Portugal on Monday. shortly.

Aurelia says, the first installment is finished,

and I would like to take a look at it in person.

She can also send them by courier. .

But we also have the presentation. .

If something doesn't fit, then we have a problem.

Monday is your day off.

Yes, but the Aurelia can only be done on Monday.

You, Conni is flying to Lisbon on Monday.

Because of the new dirndls. - And?

It would actually be clever, if I accompanied you.

Oh, right. - Purely business.

Yes, purely business, of course.

Conni, er, Karin... - What?

You know, how long have I been listening to this?

You've been saying this for three years, that you will finish it.

It's really not easy right now, as the company stands at the moment.

If you don't make a decision, then I'll meet her.

What does that mean?

*Music*

Oh. - Surprise.

I thought I'd accompany you and we'll hang on for a few more days.

Just the two of us.

* She laughs nervously. * I can really do this alone.

Can you just leave like that? - I'm the boss.

At least sometimes. - Yes.

*Music*

Is there still free? - Please.

*Music*

Here is the realization of your designs.

* Her voice becomes muffled and drowned out by the music. *

*Music*

And a practical carrybag always in the hand.

Don't you want to answer? - Was unnecessary.

Yesterday you forgot the blood thinners.

Good thing I stayed there.

It only hurts when you love. - It doesn't hurt.

I made a mistake, that's all.

And which one?

Giving too much importance to baseless words. .

You know that.

I neglected you, Mom, I'm sorry.

The best will be if I stay here for a while.

Are you okay? - Yes, um, Karin. Sorry.

She poured her heart out to me because of Wolfi.

Obviously not without it.

I didn't want to just throw her off like that either. .

Sorry, I had to make a phone call.

Hello. Was Ricardo already there today?

No, I haven't seen him for a few days.

If he comes, Would you please let me know?

I'll write down my number for you.

He will get in touch, if he wants.

And if he doesn't want to, I won't do it either.

*Music*

* He sighs melancholy. * Toni?

You're already here. - Already? It's half past nine.

Really? - Yes.

Yes, we chatted.

Who? - Karin and I.

I'm dead tired. Good night.

*

Everything okay?

Tell me. - Yes, everything is fine.

I thought to myself

you might like some more entertainment.

But it's not entirely suitable for young people.

*Music*

*

*

How long has this been going on? - Where did you get this from?

This was in the mail this morning. How long?

Longer than I thought.

Who is this guy?

He's much younger than you, as far as you can see.

I pay him.

You're doing what? - He's a call boy.

Tell me, are you abandoned by all good spirits?

Do you already know what that means?

That's a pure threat. The guy is blackmailing you.

Zefix. Kiss my ass.

For 30 years I've had your back.

For 30 years I've done everything, and you?

Am I going to the brothel? - I don't know.

Maybe you will. - No, I won't.

Is our life that bad?

No, it's not. - Yes, what is it then?

You don't see me.

Please?

I don't see you? Are you serious? - Yes. Not for a long time.

*Music*

What are you doing there?

What's going on? - You, you won't believe that.

I need a wheat beer. - Hello.

Conni goes to a call boy. - What?

Yes. For quite some time now.

And he's blackmailing her now.

You're not serious. - Oh, yes.

When this comes out... - Yes, exactly.

Does she know where you are? - No.

For God's sake. It's enough. if one of us has an affair.

And now what? What happens now? What's next? What does he want?

In the envelope were a few photos and a link to a porn site.

You can watch, how she has sex with the guy.

I thought to myself,

maybe it's AI or a deepfake.

Yes?

No, it's all pixelated, but that can be easily changed.

Didn't she tell you anything? You guys are so big on each other.

No, never.

When we were together in Portugal,

Did you actually call her?

No. - That's what I thought.

He probably already threatened her. .

Well, maybe she wants to go to Portugal with her call boy

and not with you at all. * A cell phone rings. *

* She whispers in shock. * This is her.

Oh, God, I'm not answering.

Why is she calling you now? You don't know anything.

I'm her best friend. - You knew that.

No. No, are you crazy? Then I would have told you.

Look at it this way:

Then we don't need to have such a guilty conscience anymore. .

And Wolfi is also history.

Hm?

(Announcement:) Call not possible.

The participant you selected has blocked you.

* melancholy music *

*

We should finally sell everything here. .

That's the only thing what you have left.

One big wound.

Oh, God, this is all my fault.

Yes, I got you into this. - I'm an adult, Karin.

I'm already responsible for this. I'm responsible for everything myself.

I just never would have believed that he is capable of something like that.

I really felt like that there's more, you know?

That we really... - Oh, God, Conni.

You haven't fallen in love Have you fallen in love?

Conni, this is a call boy.

That's his job, to make you believe

color="#FFFFFF">that you are the most beautiful and most amazing woman in the world.

The richest. I'm so stupid.

Should we cancel the presentation?

Oh, God, that too.

Great, nice. It's all ok. It's all ok.

So, toi, toi, toi.

My darling has once again managed to surprise me. .

And what exactly that is my beloved wife and far smarter

half will now best explain this to you yourself. Constanze Laux.

* Some visitors cheer. *

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Yes, let's be honest.

Doesn't it bother us all?

when all these tourists come to the Oktoberfest and look,

well, like tourists.

And then we thought about it,

how one could get this cultural ignorance under control.

Our dear Dora will now present this to you.

A simple handbag...

.. becomes a dirndl.

* The visitors applaud. *

And here, the dirndl to go.

* The visitors whisper enthusiastically. *

Someone just put it in front of the door.

Looks exactly like the first one. Should I?

Yes.

500,000 euros. We have to get the police involved.

- Certainly not. Constanze.

Who on earth would want to buy another dirndl from us when you.

.. The company must be protected!

- What if?

If you let a call boy fuck you on a porn channel. .

So, we can... - No, no, no, he's right.

You're driving our lives to the wall. right now.

A large part of Munich's chic neighborhood is down there. .

We have to pay. Just wondering with what money.

Sorry, but people are waiting. - Yes, yes.

But you already know that this

terrible one

color="#FFFFFF">embarrassing catastrophe is a huge opportunity for you.

A chance?

You've had so much over the last 30 years Put my heart and soul into this company.

Do you really want to watch

how she lets the store degenerate into a junk shop?

The signs have never been better for you.

What does that mean?

*tense music*

Hello, Ms. Laux. - I just have a quick question.

My husband and I were here with friends some time ago.

There was also a man there that evening, around 40, black hair,

with his mother, I guess around 70.

Do you remember what day that was? - Saturday, April 12th.

There. Westerhoff.

Westerhoff.

"Former manager." "A life of luxury."

"Public crash of epic proportions."

"Infidelity, cheating,

Tax evasion, Bankruptcy, divorce."

"Three children, Valerie, Bertram, Richard."

Thank you very much. - You're welcome

Uh, Mr. Westerhoff? - Do we know each other?

It's about your son Ricardo. - Aha.

Please.

We don't exactly have the best relationship.

I just need to know where I can find it.

Did he eat something? - He's trying to blackmail me.

Richard? I can't imagine that.

Although, you know, he still blames me

for his failure and the misery of his mother.

At 43. - 44.

He's 44. - Oh, yes?

Mmm.

As I said, we don't see each other very often. Practically never.

Where can I find him?

I would look for him there, where his mother is.

Good Westerhoff. She likes to cry about her past.

Otherwise I don't know where she lives.

Our love evaporated with the screaming. the bailiffs.

What should I write in? - Huh?

Well, as a dedication. - Write whatever you want.

Aren't you the one with the dirndls?

I've been thinking about it the whole time

what does a woman like you have to do with my son?

Well, well, he's dashing and charming too.

So he has something from me after all. * He laughs with a grunt. *

*Music*

Thank you.

Who's coming?

I do not know. You?

* melancholy music *

You planned it from the beginning, right?

That wasn't a coincidence.

Am I the first or have you been doing this for a while?

And I, stupid cow, believe you of course the beautiful words.

I really thought that there are feelings involved.

Really, respect. And what are you doing?

You install any cameras and you're not even ashamed of it.

It's all, it's all a lie. 500,000 euros.

But the worst, the worst thing about it

is this limitless humiliation.

You have everything for me, whatever dignity I had was taken away.

I feel so incredibly stupid.

It's better if you leave now.

That's all?

You don't have anything more to say to me? - No. If you trust me to

do that, then I'm the one, who is deprived of his

dignity and you drag everything into the mud. - About his dignity.

You overestimate yourself.

You're just an overpriced call

boy and just as smug as your father.

I made the mistake,

color="#FFFF00">seeing more in you, and I will never forgive myself for that.

Constanze. - You get your money.

I just want to

color="#FFFF00">that you delete all the material as if we never existed.

That's... 100,000 euros.

I'll find the rest. hopefully I'll find the rest too.

We should get the money...

.. on Monday at 3 p.m. in the Hall of

Fame deposit in a trash can.

If everything fits, then all video material will be deleted.

And who guarantees us that? - Nobody.

It's actually a shame.

Maybe you should take a look at it first,

then you would understand better, what I missed in our marriage.

You're not even ashamed. - Yes, but in front of me, not in front of you.

What is this? - An agreement.

I will foot the bill for your mistake.

In return, I expect you to sign over your company shares to me. .

What?

*

* "Big in Japan" by Ane Brun *

♪ Winter's cityside,

♪ crystal bits of snowflakes all around my head and in the wind

♪ I had no illusions...

Nice to see you. I missed you already,

The 608, as always.

♪ Now it is history I see.

♪ Here's my comeback on the road again.

♪ Things will happen while they can. I will wait here for my husband tonight.

♪ It's easy when you're big in Japan.

♪ When you are big in Japan.

♪ Tonight.

(It's better if you leave now.) - (The company must be protected.)

(You took everything from me. You planned it from the beginning.)

(You're not even ashamed of it.)

(It's better if you leave now. To the sky.)

Josef. - Ricardo.

A quick question.

Who knew that Ms. Laux and I are in the 608 every Monday?

Nobody but me.

In the beginning someone else made the booking for

Mrs. Laux, but later she did it herself.

Do you have a name for that?

Unfortunately I can't tell you. Unfortunately, I can't tell you.

It just really amused me, because this other lady

was there once or twice, paid

for the room in cash and took the card with her,

which Ms. Laux then returned.

By the way, it's already waiting for you at the top.

She checked in earlier, even though it's not Monday.

Thanks.

* ominous music *

Constanze?

I saw her go in earlier.

Constanze?

Fuck.

Hey. Constanze. Hey.

Constanze? Hello.

* "Big in Japan" by Ane Brun *

♪ When you are big in Japan, tonight.

♪ Big in Japan, be tight.

♪ Big in Japan, where the Eastern Sea is so blue.

♪ Big in Japan, alright.

♪ Pay, then I will sleep by your side.

♪ Things are easy when you are big in Japan.

♪ Big in Japan.

♪ Big in Japan.

What are you doing? - Food. Hungry?

You slept off your high, quite long.

Sorry, Pad Thai doesn't quite fit the drama, but I

was incredibly hungry and didn't want to leave you alone.

Why are you here? - Good question.

Damn good question.

My husband has already got the money.

I don't want your money and I won't blackmail you either. Here, a mini camera.

Someone must have forgotten that. I was bored.

Hanging over the lamp over there. Didn't a friend

book it for you at the beginning so that your name wouldn't appear?

Yes, because I didn't want to be recognized at reception. .

Who says that she wasn't in here before?

How much is that?

100,000. The bank didn't give me anything more.

Hmm.

What if she finds out about it?

- She just has to believe that you are paying the blackmailer, and to do that she has to see the money.

And if she ever meets the guy ?

It's a call boy. And if so. Who is supposed to believe that?

She's your best friend. - And you are my great love.

I don't feel comfortable with this. - Toni.

I just gave luck a boost. .

So now you're going home

and carry on deeply disappointed and offended.

But I can stay there. - No.

I lasted so long, the few weeks don't matter

anymore. doesn't matter anymore.

And when the divorce is final, let's make it official.

You told her, didn't you? - Yes.

Good. Very good.

Until then you

are the cheated husband and I am the compassionate girlfriend.

I wouldn't have believed you had so much criminal energy. .

Then pay close attention,

never make a mistake with me, Mr. Laux.

The soba noodles with shrimp aren't bad either.

Next suicide attempt then.

What happened?

In order to get the money, I had to sign

over my shares to my husband. .

I'm out of the company.

After all, it was founded by my great-grandfather. .

And my marriage is probably broken too.

There are not many alternatives left. .

When I'm desperate

color="#00FF00">or really angry, then I start dancing.

That pissed my father off, .

if he yelled at me again,

because I didn't work like that, how he configured me.

His words.

He was completely powerless and that was the worst thing for him.

*Music*

I should try it too. - Mhm.

How did you come up with the idea that I could blackmail you?

When I came back from Lisbon for

you were no longer available, as if swallowed by the earth.

Then came the photos and the video.

I was angry and disappointed, for standing me up.

I never do anything like that, always respect the boundaries and...

Just not when eating.

And then I do it once and then...

Will you be disappointed?

Did you dance there too?

A little.

My husband suddenly stood in front of the car and said he was coming with me.

If I don't blackmail you, who then?

*Music*

Ricardo, you asked me for the lady's name,

which I for data protection reasons

couldn't name. - Yes.

But I can show it to you.

Them? - Mhm.

Are you packing?

Yes. Whether our beds are five meters or five kilometers apart,

makes no difference anyway.

I'm looking for an apartment.

How you mean.

I will accompany you to hand over the money.

No, definitely not.

It specifically said, that I should come alone.

Then I'll drive. - No, that's dangerous.

I can't imagine. - We'll talk about it.

I now have an appointment at the bank at ten o'clock. .

It's not that easy, to raise so much money.

Connie.

Was it really that bad, huh?

Are you really that unhappy in our marriage?

You love this company, Toni, not me.

Such nonsense.

You say, you only ever looked at

me, but in reality, you mean business.

This can't work out in the long run. .

Let's talk about it, when it's all over.

What else should we talk about, Anton?

You showed me clearly what our connection is based on.

I have signed over to you all my shares in our love.

I have nothing left for you, I'm so sorry.

*Music*

*

Karin Biederstädt.

Is that the woman, who booked the room for you?

That day the day you stood me up,

she suddenly stood next to me in heaven at the bar.

Karin? - Yes.

She told me her name was Tina.

So what? Then she'll come with me.

Then you really go there. There's nothing to see.

You put the bag with the money in the trash can and drive again.

When you're gone, I'll get them out, done.

If we could have saved ourselves everything,

if the stupid cow didn't insist on it, but please.

I don't feel comfortable with this. * She sighs in annoyance. *

Can you please not chicken out now?

Are you with her...

That is or was my job.

I was also extremely disappointed, for standing me up.

Even if you don't believe me, or you don't care at all,

it was terrible.

There's probably a video of it too. also.

*Music*

He told me, he drives to the bank.

And now?

the matter slowly begins To be fun.

* The bell rings. *

Connie.

Karin, can I please stay with you for a few days?

Clear.

You are the only one, that I can.

You can stay as long as you want, as you like.

Are you expecting anyone else?

Oh, I didn't tell you that. at all.

Wolfi and I have made up. I'm canceling on him straight away.

No, you don't have to. - Yes.

You need a girlfriend now, which is only there for you.

* His cell phone rings. *

I got myself another beer. - Wolfi.

We have to postpone our meal.

Conni just came by

and we need to discuss a little something.

Yes, I'll be in touch.

So. Already done. Wolfi completely understands.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

I probably offended Anton his honor.

This morning he indicated

that we get all of this behind us for now

and then talk again.

Really? You're not getting a divorce?

No.

What's the point? - Yes.

Do you have a glass of wine? I really feel like drinking.

Me too.

*Music*

Thanks.

Cheers - Yes, cheers.

I have to be at the store at eight. You sleep in as long as you want.

Good night. - Good night.

Sleep well. - (sweet:) You too.

* His cell phone rings. *

(whispering:) Okay, I'm in now.

Okay. I assume she saved everything in the downloads.

Okay. Here I am. There are a lot of files.

Until I opened them all... - 608. Search for 608.

608. Ah.

Mmm, here I am.

Send everything to the address, that I gave you

and delete the content, also in the cloud, very important.

Okay, wait a minute.

*Music*

Okay. Anything else? * A signal sounds. *

Bingo. I'll do the rest.

Now all we can do is pray, that everything is on it.

It's like "Mission: Impossible", don't you think so?

So. So you don't want to get a divorce?

This is this morning located in front of the door.

What's that about? - Take a look.

You can save yourself that.

* She laughs irritably. * But...

What am I doing wrong, that

all my women run to a call boy?

Am I such a failure in bed?

I... What? How...how is this possible?

You're asking me that? - Oh.

* She mumbles something incomprehensible. *

*Music*

Shit.

What's that supposed to mean? There's nobody there.

I can't do that.

Now go ahead.

It's not your money. - Yes.

I thought for a long time whether I should involve the police.

After all, you two blackmailed me.

*Music*

No, Conni, that's not true.

I only found out about all of this at the very end.

It was all her idea. You have to believe me.

You asshole. - Why am I the asshole now?

Who stands up for this now what did you miss?

Extortion is punishable by five years. Just the attempt is punishable.

Who would have thought

that I could use the one semester of law sometime?

There you go, you cheap wanker.

I want you to delete this clip immediately.

Phew, I don't really know, if this isn't already online.

How long has this been going on with you two?

Conni, it was never anything serious. it was anything serious.

Never. - Nothing serious?

Five years is nothing serious?

You've been promising me for three

years you'll divorce that stupid cow !

Aren't you ashamed at all?

How can a person be so wrong and heartless?

I'm just your cheap doormat.

Someone who checks you the nearest hotel or the next best guy.

Is that the reason?

Is that why you wanted Toni, to save him from me?

Yes. I am the woman, that you really need.

You don't fit together at all.

You don't understand him at all.

You don't support him like that, how I do it.

Conni, you have fallen in love with a call boy. .

Can you please stop this? Good God.

This man one can only feel sorry for you.

Do you want that?

I love you. You belong to me.

To me.

Good God, stop it the fuck!

We shouldn't overreact now. .

Something went

wrong but we'll fix it.

Forgive and forget. - Hmm.

Forget Karin and please forgive me.

Tony.

When it becomes public that you are blackmailing your own wife

and lured the poor into a shameful trap...

And his lover with him Callboy had indecent pleasure...

Then you can no longer be seen in Munich .

I would like to save you that.

You're out. Our agreement is no longer valid.

That's not fair. - Yes, I think so too.

Tony!

Yes, are you coming?

Oh.

Oh my God.

Tony.

God!

*Music*

Here, this is yours. - You can keep it.

Are you crazy? That's 100,000 euros.

See it as compensation.

Or as starting capital for a new beginning.

I have my company back.

You're not coming with me?

You have performed miracles. Thanks.

I wish you all the luck in the world.

That's it now? - Yes.

But we could start over together you and me.

You and me? How is that supposed to work? There are almost 20 years between us.

Vivienne Westwood was 25 years older than her husband.

Yes, but she designed punk fashion and no dirndls.

So what?

We had our time. Let's leave it at that.

*Music*

A small vague de bonheur. Hmm.

Yes. A short wave of happiness.

Subtitle: CapCap on behalf of ORF, 2026