All language subtitles for Gleißendes Glück - Original bliss (Taddicken, 2016)---HD ARTE 18.11.18 BRDFilm.satrip.audio ger.it

*clock ticking*

*Train passes by*

*Melancholic music

*Unsteady breathing*

*Continues melancholic music*

*Continues to play melancholic music;
Radio in the background*

*Radio was turned off;
Silence; footsteps*

(Man on TV): On Saturday, there's...
*She switches over

(TV): ...I have a question
for the nutritionist...

(Child from other station):
Get up, quick!

*Steps;
Peppy music from TV*

(Child on TV): We have to go to school
We have to go to school, we overslept...

*TV continues to run in the background*

*TV is turned off

*Door is slammed*

(Doctor):
Helene...

You're in perfect health.
Don't give me that.

Get a real workout.
Go to the gym.

Then you can
sleep well again.

And say hello to Christoph.

Aren't you going to
prescribe me something?

You'll be fine.

*Dogs bark;
cows moo

(Karl): Helene!

Helene.

Why are you so wild about it?

It's pure chemistry.

So what?

But tastes like before.

Take care, Karl.

*Sheep bleating;
birds chirping*

*clock ticking*

*Unsteady breathing*

*Radio in the background

*Continues radio in background

*Classical music;
Steps*

(Eduard on the radio):
Eduard E. Gluck. Do you hear?

A wonderfully
rhythmic name.

So that night

I was four
and could not sleep,

because behind our apartment
freight trains were passing by.

I remember:

I sit upright in bed
and concentrate.

I remember,
I was thinking...

when my mother opens the door.

I still see her
beautiful figure in front of me

and I remember
that she...

powdery, fragile,
sweet smelling.

It brings me back from a
place in my consciousness.

It was beautiful there.

And I would like to go there again.

It consists only of thoughts
and of me,

who thinks them.

But she waits
for the next train

and lets me
listen to the wagons.

Listen to them.
And they say my name.

(whispers rhythmically: Eduard
E. Gluck, Eduard E. Gluck...

I learned that I could
reinterpret reality in this way,

how it makes me happy,

and that my egomania will
will always cheer me up.

*Energic music

(From the book): It was thought that dopamine
was the means to happiness.

In the process, it is secreted,

when we ask for something
or for someone.

When our desire
but is satisfied, what then?

Do we long for happiness

or do we long
for the longing for happiness?

Aren't you coming to bed?

I'm going to read some more.

What are you reading?

Eduard E. Gluck.
A brain researcher.

And what does he say?

That you can control reality
with your thoughts.

And that you can make yourself...

can reprogram,
like a computer.

Then I would have to have a
a new hard disk.

I'll be right there.

*He slams the door*

*birds chirping from outside*

*wind sounds*

*Muffled wood sound;
Flock of birds flying away*

*He groans*

Did you hurt yourself?

The rake was under the tree.

Do not speak.

Don't speak, Karl.

*silence*

He wanted me to go back to
to go to church with him again. And?

I didn't.

Now don't blame yourself.

That the priest
out of every decent man

must make a martyr....

I do not want such a speech
at my funeral.

Martyrs are suicides.

They kill themselves
and are painted by all

and all call
their children after them.

Charles was not a martyr, he was
simply a good man.

They are examples.
Oh, shit. Mhm...

They are examples.

Yeah, good, okay.
Yes.

Then they are examples.

Then you have a thousand
examples of how you think

and by what rules
you should live.

Why do you
not go to church anymore?

You know why.

Oh, yes.
Yes, I know that.

You're right about that. Because you
You've made sense.

You just don't want to admit it.
You've been crawling around here,

as if you were married to your
fucking Jesus.

And it's killing me,

that you sell yourself so
your value. Helene?

Do you see what I mean?

You make yourself... so small.

And that's why I didn't marry you.
I did not marry you.

And for this "godless"
Condition also not.

Yes, and now always
this fucking smile.

Shit.

That's not...
What? True?

That is not true?

You're not kidding me.

"I have
lost my faith."

I'll tell you something now:
You never had any faith!

How you got home from that damn
Church came home.

The color on your face.

You only went there
to come.

Close your eyes.
On your knees. Wet with sweat.

You just couldn't
no longer stand!

Mhm?

Then God didn't get
got it up anymore, right?

So you left him.

Am I right?

Now fight back!

Do.

Am I right?

Ouch!

*She gasps and moans*.

Helene.
*She breathes heavily*

Helene.

In the hospital they are
they're better equipped for that kind of thing.

You were the first,
who came to mind. Yes yes

I have to
make a line injection.

Two fingernails
need to be removed.

You're welcome to wait outside.

You don't have to
look at this. No.

I stay with my wife.

*silence*

Where are you?

*Rising atmospheric music

*Dishes clink;
buzz of voices*

(Man):
Can I help you?

No. I am waiting for someone.

*Distant applause

*voice chatter*

No, I'm already
too late for an appointment.

I'll talk to you in a minute.
Thank you.

Mrs... Brindel?
Am I right?

Yes, you're right,
Professor Gluck.

This is my favorite phrase.

No one will bother us upstairs.

I ordered coffee,

is quite possible
that we will not get one.

Please.
Thank you.

Religious experiences,
spiritual feelings.

Do you know,
if it's just chemistry?

Electric twitching?

Can you tell if...

Is it possible that something...

Do you even know such a thing?

Probably not at all.
I mean...

I have a problem.
Obviously.

And you cannot
not describe it.

Did you have a religious
experience? No, well...

Would you like to have
a religious experience?

Spiritual.

Would you like to have the experience,
or its definition?

Both and.

Well, you need to be more specific
with your wishes.

A spiritual experience
I cannot give you.

And definitions

are only good for so long,
until someone disproves them.

Yes?

Or...

Are we talking about God here?

The faith?
I don't know much about that.

I am wasting your time.

But there was something
in your work.

In your understanding...

*She clears her throat*
One quality.

Not so much
the theories themselves,

but something in your theories.

A spiritual quality
in my theories?

Hm...

Right.

That is quite natural.

I mean, any real search...

reaches the limits
of our experience

and into the unknown.

This is a humbling
experience. Are you humble?

I enjoy a
pronounced self-confidence.

But the greatness of my work
and its beauty,

I mean the work itself,
you understand?

This also makes you humble.

I am not helping you
at all.

I have
failed all along the line.

I'm not used to that.
I can imagine that.

Look, I didn't mean to..,
I didn't mean to...

Can I still
talk to you? Later?

As good as impossible. That's what
there are the lectures.

Yes.

Thank you for your time.

Listen...

They come
all the way here.

Without guarantees.

Professor, your audience is waiting.

The best time would be around seven.

Tonight at the Italian
at the end of the square.

Da Giorgione.
I will be on time.

You also look
like the punctual type.

Don't tell anyone, or
my audience will be there.

Her hair...

Please?
They are too long.

I mean...
I don't mean...

Sorry.
At seven then.

Yes, at seven.
*She clears her throat*

*voice chatter*

*Traffic from outside

Can you manage alone
at home? Of course.

Good, good.

Shall we go home?

(sighing): You have
just arrived.

Now make yourselves a few
nice days there in Hamburg. Hm?

Yes.

And say hello to your sister
from me.

I will.
*He hangs up*

When the things are gone,
the houses, the people...

I can also not
believe in myself.

You are
in a foreign city.

There is nothing wrong with that.

It's called a vacation.
I know that.

And you are
quite overtired.

Not true.

This started years ago.

I am a person without faith.

*Cocktail music;
buzz of voices*

Her hair...

For almost an hour
I have been sitting in front of you.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I wasn't paying attention.

I am here for a serious
conversation, not for your hair.

I had it cut for you.

What's going on here?
No need to get excited.

I only did it
to please you.

So that you can relax.

With my hair
it is the same.

I cut them myself in front of
the mirror to save time.

Then I make the hair wet
and cut a little.

I don't care what it looks like,
I don't have to look at myself.

You do not have to
help me relax.

I don't do that anymore.

So, we have to go.
No.

*heartbeat

Do you feel that?

I'm on the verge of cracking up.

Mrs. Brindel...

You don't have to be afraid.
Not now.

We go,
because I want to take you with me.

To a place,
where you will be distracted.

Nothing bad will
happen.

Has someone important
ever left you?

Yes. My mother.

She died when I was
I was studying in the States.

Yeah, um...
I don't want to bore you.

What did she die of?
A blood clot in the head.

Sorry about that.

But that's normal.
Normal?

Mothers eventually die.

In the meantime
I have also adapted.

Who did you lose?

God.

Mm. He was in everything,
that I touched.

Everything created.
I could feel, smell,

I could see
that it had been created.

I could taste
when he touched me.

That is how great his love was.

Can you imagine,
what that is like,

when one
a love like that leaves you?

One morning you no longer
the sky no longer.

That is like dying.

Although one would like to die,
but you can't.

I would hate to call you
"Mrs. Brindel."

I am Eduard.

Helene.
Is that your name?

Nah, I just
I just made it up.

Of course, that's my name.
I was always Helene.

But not always Brindel?

My maiden name is Heimer.

So there was a Mr. Brindel?

He is still there.
He is at home.

Does he know how you are?

Not always. And not,
if I do not want it.

He works a lot.
And he is not religious.

He didn't like it either,
that it was me.

It is not
his fault.

But if you two were
were more alike...

We're just like that. "Would have"
and "would have" are of no use to anyone.

*voice chatter*

What is this?

In a moment it will be
"Modern Dance.

It helps me think.

I booked the tickets
booked after our meeting.

Modern dance?
Yes, trust me.

Mhm.
From Finland.

How are you doing now?

Sometimes you should
not ask that.

Then you feel
automatically better.

*Electronic sounds

*Continued rhythmic
electronic sounds*

Mrs. Brindel.

Here you go. Thank you.
Cheers.

*voice chatter*

Well, I think we'll skip
the second part, huh?

Shall we?

Do you know this story?

As a child, I prayed that
God would give me a bicycle.

The bike never came.

Well, with God
it doesn't work like that.

So I stole
stole a bike.

And prayed for forgiveness afterwards.

If you need proof,
you have no faith.

They had evidence,
which is unusual.

God has touched you.
Not anymore.

Maybe you have to
only now begin to believe.

Is your God a "he"?
"She" sounds funny.

Yes, but then they say,

that it still exists for you.
Hm.

Start there.
I will try.

You act as if I had ordered you
to clean up.

No, I understand what you
mean. You see? What?

"World of Eroticism"...

I am jumping in the topic.
Excuse me.

Probably you can
do nothing with it.

I have never
never dealt with that.

You don't need to.

I had a good evening.
Thank you very much. Good night.

Good night.

Can I do something
that I would like to do?

Absolutely. Do whatever
whatever bad thing you are going to do.

Farewell.

And many thanks.
With pleasure.

*door closes*

*Quiet atmospheric music;
Door opens*

*Quick footsteps;
Giggle; buzz of voices

*Continues quiet
atmospheric music

*Muted tones

*Suspenseful sounds

*Traffic sounds;
phone rings*

*phone continues to ring*

(sleepy): Hello?

Hello?

*She groans*

Mrs. Brindel?

Oh...
Hmm... yes?

(laughing): You sound
sleepy. That's good!

Who is there?

Eduard. Eduard Gluck.
Do you know what time it is?

How late?
Well, 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

What?

Are you feeling better?

I am glad
that you were able to sleep.

Will you have lunch with me?

In one hour
At your reception.

At my reception?
Yes, see you in a moment.

Eduard.
Eduard, exactly.

You can remember.

Are you hungry?

*Wind and water sounds;
Seagull cries*

I had to
disappear from the conference.

And wanted to leave Hamburg.

I changed my mind.

At home I have to
into a new project.

The sooner I get back,
the sooner it starts.

And I would like
one or two days for myself.

But yesterday I was there.
No, that was like being alone.

I'm sorry,
I don't mean it like that.

It was very relaxing.

*He laughs*

You know, I see
educated people...

No.
Very educated academics

are not always
the best company.

I'm talking my head off here
my head about.

*He clears his throat
and smiles*

Yes...

Well then... Thank you
a second time. Yes.

Then I also go
to my room.

(laughing): But this is
the wrong hotel.

Excuse me?

This is where I live.

Isn't that what I said? I
am here now. Room 24.

(laughing): I couldn't stay in the same
stay in the same hotel.

I'm hiding here.
You won't betray me, will you?

Of course not.
Then I am in good hands.

Yes, maybe
we'll see each other again.

I don't want to impose.
I'm busy too. Of course.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

*Pop jazz music

*Gull Cries;
Continuing upbeat jazz music*.

Hamburg has changed,
since you were here with me.

How are you?

(Phone): Good.
And your sister?

Much better.

She needed to switch off.

Nothing can be
to turn off. *He laughs*

Sorry.

I'll be home tomorrow.

Yes.

Is that good?

Of course, that's good.

Good.

*Continues to play upbeat jazz music*

*Music sounds off*

*Phone rings;
Tense breathing*

*Telephone call is answered*
Eduard?

(strained breathing): Hello?
Eduard?

Oh! Hello, Helene. Nice.
What day is it today?

You don't know?

Oh, when I am deep
in the work...

Oh, I didn't mean to disturb you.

They did not bother me.
You are leaving Hamburg when?

Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning
I'm going home.

I just wanted to... I didn't know
whether you were still there.

Well, I can't take you
not take you out to dinner,

I have to finish something.

Or let's later
have a drink?

Half past nine?
Yes, half past nine is good.

Pick me up at half past nine
in my room. 24.

Yes, I know. You know.
Yes, I do. I'll see you in a minute.

Eduard?

Eduard?
Yes?

Hello?
Um, um...

Should I knock or
say who's here?

Never visited a gentleman in his
hotel room before? No.

You are welcome to tell me
who you are.

Me.
Hello, me.

Very good.

I'll be done in a minute.

*He closes the door*

*Shaving sounds

*Excited breathing*

You have seen the pictures.
Yes.

No. Only one.

I am sorry
if they upset you.

I, um...

I am conducting an investigation
on the paraphilia.

My group
treats men who...

Addicted to pornographic
Depictions are.

They deserve our sympathy
and help. With certainty.

We are not talking about a hobby

or about some kind of relaxation.

Whatever you think of it,

they cannot maintain a relationship in
maintain in real life.

If they have intimate partners,
they can't handle it.

Please, Helene.

Please what?

What are you asking me now?

Help me,
not to spoil the evening.

All right, I will.

*Cocktail Music*

Can I trust you
a secret?

When and where were you
really happy?

Really in the here and now,

glistening happiness,
no end in sight?

So that everyone
is frightened of you.

I don't know.

In the attic of my
grandfather. My sleeping corner.

And in the morning downstairs
already pancakes baked.

That was nice.

Now this is...

rather an idea
than a secret.

My research
on the human brain

should lead to a result:

That everyone has a chance

to a grandfather attic
in his own brain.

That you feel
feel good in your brain

and knows that you are good.

That sounds nice.

It is, Helene. It is.

Eduard?
Yes?

Thank you for everything.

I can now
better again...

...sleep. I know.
Yes.

Since the Finnish dancers.

Only that you
do not drink alcohol

and found me horrible.

I found you
not terrible.

At the beginning.

I didn't like you
very much. Now you like me?

*Moody music

*phone rings*

Eduard?

(smiling):
Oh, you realized that?

I am sorry
that it is so late.

I was still working...

too long on one thing,
that doesn't sit well with me.

That's all right.

Is something wrong?
Oh yes, sorry.

I shouldn't bother you
so late with this. It's just...

I have looked again at this
material again. The photos.

You mean the porn?

Yes. That's bad.

But you will
help these men.

And that is normal,

that you let yourself be infected
of others.

The pain of other people
yes... But it makes lonely.

Nice,
that we have met.

I would be
look forward to a letter.

To know
whether you can sleep.

I will write to you.

I am also stupid,
that this stuff...

so occupied.

Ah, is there anything I can do?

I have a photo of a woman
with two men in it.

I'll take a look at that.

Her lips
cover the tail,

but just enough
that I can see everything.

(sighing): That's the point,
that you see everything.

The other man
takes her from behind.

Then, two men
take her from behind.

In the ass and in the pussy.

The penises look like a
thick well greased rope.

Like a fuck parasite...

That is all so clear,
much clearer than life.

At first I feel sorry for her,
because she is being used.

But she earned it,

by the photo crew
to be raped,

whatever happens, I have already
already looked at...

*He sighs* Any good person
would have pity on her

and wish them into their own
Grandfather attic wish.

(desperately): You understand
understand, Helene. Do you?

Yes, probably.

Helene, listen to me.
I want to use it too.

(sighing): I want...

(excitedly): I want to
stick my dick in her

And also splash them full.
And watch the others,

how they put it in here...

*Heavy breathing;
Voices from outside

*Tense
atmospheric music

What is it?
A ship in a bottle.

Yes I know that.

I mean, what's the point?

I am sorry
that I drove away.

When you travel with your sister
through Germany,

I'm allowed to be angry about it.

I have free will.

You always say.

I am glad,
that you are back.

*He groans*

*Birds chirping;
Church bells*

*steps; silence*

Lord. Are you there?

Did you do that?

*door opens*

*Quiet atmospheric music

"Dear Helene,

I thought it would be better
not to write to you.

Then I was sure that you
would not write either.

I am sorry that I was so inconsiderate in
I was so inconsiderate in Hamburg.

I thought I wanted you to hear
hear the truth about me,

because you told me
about yours.

But that was wrong.

I hope you are well
and you are happy.

Write to me,
if you are not.

I'll write down my address
in case you lost it.

Eduard."

*clock ticking; sleeping sounds;
Restless breathing*

*Music from TV*

(Woman on TV):
Welcome back...

(TV): ...What about
with masturbation?

Who can we
imagine?

Are we offending someone
when we think of them?

We put a personality
over a picture,

when this devil rides us.

(TV): And with a
casual acquaintance?

Who would shock
would shock?

This is already rarer.
We then imagine their...

their abhorrence of
and that inhibits us.

We steer our thoughts
in another direction

and the closer we get,

the more acceptable
our fantasies,

until, instead of the dreams
that kept us company,

Have memories
or a real partner,

we want to love.

This is what I call
"new cybernetics".

How we control ourselves,
from the inside...

"Dear Helene,

after I have waited for a period of
six weeks...

I write to you now
one last time,

because your silence
will show me

that I have become
have become meaningless for you

and myself
should practice silence.

The rest of the letter
is about me.

So you don't have to
read more...

Of course I hope,
that you do it anyway.

Once I start,

I can't stop with most things
no longer stop,

But you know that."

*Man and woman moaning on TV*

"I just can't apply cybernetics
not apply it to myself.

You must have already
you've already heard.

So I have turned to
the reconditioning.

I watch my movies,

after I had previously injected myself with 6 mg
apomorphine.

This causes nausea, which
can't be alleviated."

*Continues to moan on TV

"This old-fashioned brutality
pleases me.

She satisfies
my self-hatred.

I plan to become normal.
That sounds disturbing, doesn't it?"

*Atmospheric music

"Here's a quote for you:

Ne demande donc pas la foi
pour pouvoir prier ensuite.

Prie d'abord,
et la foi inondera ton âme.

From Grillot de Givry.

He advises not to ask for faith
and then pray,

but to pray first, then
faith flows into the soul.

That sounds very encouraging

and is already a few
hundred years old.

I just wanted to tell you
just one more thing to tell you.

In November I'll be in town, not far from you.
City, not far from you.

There is a symposium there.
But I can also stay away.

If from you
no answer comes,

I do not know
what to do.

That is unfair
of me, but true.

Eduard."

*Thoughtful music

*Dishes clink;
buzz of voices*

I didn't think
that you would.

That I do what?
Write back.

Here there were therapeutic
rabbits. Rabbits?

As a patient
you could have one...

take care of it,
give names...

That's pretty.
Well...

At a conference
was messed up

and there was no food.

The psychiatrists have
eaten all rabbits.

Is that right?

I am not sure. The
is such a myth of this clinic.

How are you?

A little tired.

At home
I don't sleep well.

Apart from that you look
actually quite good-looking. Mmm.

Yes, you can, trust me.

I am a doctor.

*He sighs*

I am sorry.

You know what?

I wanted to walk with you
through the city garden,

but we do it differently.

At the end of the street
is a bar.

If I am not on time,

do not wait,
then I did not get away.

I will try to come.

Good.

Yes, I don't have to go.

Then why are you leaving?

It's Saturday night,
she feels lonely.

Don't I?

I do not have to go.

You don't have to
not stay long.

*Cocktail Music*

I couldn't get away earlier.
I was just about to leave.

Really?
No, I wanted to get drunk.

Fortunate.

How's the wanking going?

Do you want to
hear my confession?

I am also curious.
Curious?

What should I start with?

How many times a day I masturbate?
On average? Six times.

Sometimes more often.

Everything else is based
according to this number.

Where I go,
How long I stay.

What material
I can get,

that is borderline,
that is actually important.

When I find something, I
everything immediately.

At night, when I want to correct
to correct,

I watch
a German shepherd dog

how he licks dog food
licks from a pussy.

Good film.
Excellent reviews.

If you read the same
newspapers as I do.

Or this guy who fists her.

Sometimes he uses
Perrier bottles.

And I hope that the bottle
does not break in the process.

A part of me is curious
about everything that happens.

I feel this impulse
within me quite clearly.

I can't believe
what kind of person I am.

I get so angry!
Sorry about that.

Still curious?

One thing is clear.

If you want to be angry,
then that's all you are.

My husband does this
all the time.

I don't know what he feels,
but he's getting angry.

He doesn't want to be ashamed.

10 out of 10 points.

I also do not like to be
to be afraid.

But of course I am afraid.
Of what?

Because I don't want you
that you go.

But that's a good thing.

I know enough about pain.
But when I talk to you,

then I feel too ashamed.

That's good.

It is good
to be humiliated.

I have not looked at anything
nothing more.

For the first time in years.

I have instead
thought of you instead.

I should have asked you,
if I could?

You can think
to whom you want.

I told you
I want to help you.

*Quiet soulful music;
He smiles and sighs*

You are a good person,
Helene.

What are you doing here
with me?

I am exactly
where I want to be.

And I am not a good person,

i just don't always do
what I want.

Is what you want,
bad? Sometimes.

Before,
when I still went to school,

I read all about sexually
communicable diseases.

Syphilitic aneurysm
for example:

During sex, the blood vessels
the blood vessels in the breast swell,

Until they burst.

You explode from the inside.

You only get syphilis from
others who have it. Yes.

But I thought to burst,
even if I only think about sex.

You didn't burst, though.

Your thoughts were
your thoughts were not that bad.

Apparently not.
But I still have time to do so.

Right.

And I am
a bad influence.

Yes.

*silence*

*He snores lightly*

*Rising tense music

"Dear Helene,
no more aversions from now on.

Total abstinence.

This corresponds to
my 'New Cybernetics'.

Today is the first day.

I'll keep reporting back to you.

One day, 24 hours.
Love. Eduard.

And thank you for your help."

*Satisfied groan*

That was excellent.

"Dear Helene.
Seven days.

Thank you."

*Tense sounds*

Hm.
Sorry.

I did not want to
scare you. It's okay.

Don't we want to go away again
go away? A real vacation?

Why not?

"Dear Helene,
almost a slip.

Only almost.

Eighteen days.
Love, Eduard."

*painful hiss*

Aaah...

They look ridiculous.

Dumplings
are never particularly pretty.

Your fingers. Why don't you use
not normal plasters?

These are for cooking.

Then you see,
when they fall into the food.

"Thirty days, dear Helene,
a whole month.

I'm happy.
I hope you are too."

What are you doing?
I need to get up.

Why?
I need to get up.

*He groans*

"Dear Helene,

I have celebrated
celebrated in the wrong way.

Am now again
at six days.

I think I have
learned from it. Eduard."

*steps

Hello.

You do allow?

What?

This.

Come on, open your blouse.

No, leave it, leave it.
I'll do it.

You are tired.
I'm doing this right.

Is he out there? Huh?

Is he watching us?

Where does he live? I don't know,
what you're... Shut up.

Can he see me now?

How I touch my wife?

Can he see that?
Who?

Who? Who? Eduard.

"18 days. Eduard.
With love Eduard.

Groping my wife Eduard.

Gets later
a fuck Eduard.

Yes, that's better.
That's the way you like it. No!

Did you smell it after the last time
smelled it?

But I do! You cunt!

*He gasps*

You cunt!

Cunt! You cunt! You cunt!

*Serious music

(Phone): What happened?
Nothing.

I just wanted to make a call.

So this... Thank you.

I, uh... yes, I'm glad.

I just wanted to know
where you live.

Where are you?

With you. In Berlin.

*station announcement

*Atmospheric music

Hello.

Hello.

Comm.

*Continues atmospheric music

I have a room for you.

I will not
not bother you,

if you are
about it.

I can't think of any other objections
I can't think of any other objections right now.

*Continues atmospheric music

*Music fades out;
Distant traffic sounds*

*steps;
She breathes deeply*

Toast Hawaii?

*Sniffles*

Well...
that's all I know how to do.

Helene.
*She cries*

Helene? It's good

Now it's good.

*She continues to cry loudly*

Helene.

I have not been able to
express this, but...

I have to tell you now,
that you...

that you are in here...

have no limits.

You are your own universe
and your own happiness.

You are free.
And you always have been.

And so God also created your
Spirit, I mean...

provided
it exists at all.

You could
dyed with silver nitrate,

and you would be
your own photo plate.

A picture of the roots,
that come from your soul.

Nets

and fabric

from wishes
and hopes...

and love.

You can stay here
as long as you want.

Nothing bad will happen
happen.

Do you understand?
Yes.

*Street noise

*Distant chirping of birds;
Dog barking*

*She breathes slightly tensely*

Toast Hawaii?

The only thing you can.

Strictly speaking, it is not
the only one, but almost.

Why did you put me
put me there?

It's not pretty,
I know.

It feels like
like a library.

I was not
prepared for your visit.

A coffee?
Yes.

But you know what?

It calms me down,
when you're in the room...

with the stuff.

How much stuff is in there?
How much stuff?

Everything you see.
Videos, magazines...

A few original issues of
"The Oyster" and "The Pearl".

I told myself that I was
I was concerned with art and culture.

You have in the room
a problem. Not me.

What happened?
That's all right.

No, he didn't!
He found your postcards.

Don't get loud.
But I want to get loud!

I'm sure you would have watched.

If I had been a movie.

*door knocking*

*He sighs*

*Piano music

*Traffic sounds;
buzz of voices; piano music*

*Continue happy
piano music

*He continues to rinse*

Now it's 48 days...

without the stuff.
*He smiles*

And how do you feel?

Good.

Is something happening,
that you don't like?

Is something not happening...
that would please you?

*He sighs*

Would it be enough for you?

Me?
Don't you want more?

For me it would be fully
enough. You? It's...

It will be good.

*silence*

Do you need help?

No. It's fine.

*Moody music

*Continues to play atmospheric music

You are adorable.

You don't have to speak.
I, uh...

I want to know...

You can just nod
or shake your head.

Are you wet?

Beautiful.
*He sighs*

Thank you.

I have to...

disappear for a moment. Maybe
you sit down for so long.

*steps

*He closes the door;
Footsteps*

*silence*

*She sighs*

*Door opens;
footsteps*

I didn't want to leave you
not leave you alone.

We had agreed
that we would not touch each other.

You have your principles and
some things don't work because we...

Can I hold your hand
hold your hand?

*He sighs*

I could...

I would like to cut
cut your hair.

My hair?

Yes.

Not on the head.

It does not have to be.

If I cut your hair there
cut, I see more.

I promise you
I'll be careful.

*Melancholic music

*Scissors cutting

You are perfect.

Simply very beautiful.

Very nice.

*She moans slightly*

*Increasing music;
They moan

*Coffee brewing*

*Harness noise; footsteps*

*He pours the coffee*

*He spreads the bread*

*dishes jingle*

*phone rings*

*steps

Hello?

*silence*

Helene?

*Street noise

Coming back.

What?

Coming home.

When.

In half an hour.

If that's okay.

Yes...

I have tried
to keep everything neat and tidy.

I have always
thought of you...

when I have cleaned up.

Thank God you are back.
You do not believe in God.

Thank God.
So... anyway.

Where will I sleep?

*She walks down the stairs*

Sit.

*TV interview with former
Minister of the Environment

I think...
What?

I'm off to bed.

I'm about to do the same.

Good. Good night.

Good night.

*wind sounds*

Lord, what do you want me to do now?
that I do now?

*heartbeat

Father, I am here.

But I do not know
what to do.

What should I do?

*wind sounds*

*He sighs*

*Church singing

*Continued church singing*

*Rising Church Chant*.

*Music breaks off;
Silent scene*

*Muffled sounds

*Continues to make muffled noises*.

*Increasing tense tones*

*Strong wind noise

*Deep rhythmic breathing*

*Suspenseful sounds

Why did you want to die,
Helene?

*Muted voices;
Suspenseful music

*Deep breathing; Subdued
Mood; Tense sounds*

Didn't I kill you?

They did not die.

*She sighs*
Yes, I am.

I felt it.

Do you think,
if you are to die,

we ask you for your
opinion? I am not dead?

No, you are not.

When we arrived,
your husband was reasonable.

He let us in and told us
where to find you.

However, her husband is...

Her sister
identified the body.

(whispering): Helene.

*Subdued mood;
Tense sounds*

Will you pray
pray for me, Helene?

Yes.

I would like to.

(softly): You stupid cunt.

*Background noise

Helene?

Are you awake?

I can't turn my head.
Sorry.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.
hurt you. I did not mean to.

I had to come back
and clarify the matter.

You could have died.

But I am not.

I got through it.

I have been led through it.

I live.

I believe in something.

Or something believes in me.

And I can do everything,

really do everything,

what a living person
can do.

How are you?

I was lonely.

Oh.

I tried again with the porn
tried, but it did not work.

I missed only you.

How do I look?

What you look like?
Tell me.

How? Right now, at this moment?
At this moment.

Help me get this right.

What do you want to know?
My husband never told me.

That's why I need to know.
Tell me.

You are beautiful.

Um...

and your nose
is a little bit broken.

And ... um, well,

that thing there...

that is not so beautiful.
I look like a wreck.

Yes.
Um, no.

Like a beautiful wreck.

Mmhm. Oh, like a beautiful wreck
I have never felt before.

*You laugh*

Ah.

*Happy music

*groan*

Ow.
Wait.

So better?

*He groans*

Stay there. But I'm already...
Never mind.

Stay there anyway. I take that
as a compliment.

*He laughs*

After all, we have plenty of time.

*They groan;
Continues happy music*

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Saarbrücken, 2019