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The accident made me a very confused person.

But that's enough.

I want to be free.

Or at least freer.

And if you want freedom, you have to fight for it.

Mummy?

Mummy.

Sweet.

What's happening?

Dreamed badly?

She's back.

The witch?

Was she there all night again? - Yes, all night.

Where? - Under the bed, behind the curtain.

Good.

Yes, you are right, there she is.

Over there in the corner.

It's not even bigger than a rat.

You...

I don't think she's angry, she's just scared.

Do you think she's not evil? - Nope.

I told you that if you didn't

leave Liza alone, you'd be fired.

You are now flying out the window. Should I throw them out?

do you open the window

So.

ow!

Little bad rental witch.

1,2,3

Maybe we'll let you back in tomorrow, you monster witch.

At first I wanted to tell her that this is all nonsense.

But if I tell the child that their fears

are nonsense, they stop telling me about it.

She would hide it because she doesn't want to make a fool of herself.

Then the fears get even bigger.

You take them seriously.

This is the most important thing you can give a child.

Sometimes the obvious is wrong. And no matter how well intentioned it is.

Makes things worse. I noticed it with Georg.

What do you mean?

So...

Recently I found a sock that was full of semen.

I'm sure it was semen.

I wanted him to be perfect.

That he's strong and doesn't do

all those gross things that people do.

And then he cheats on me with a sock.

Jerks the full instead of me.

Why doesn't he ask me if I'm up for it?

Yes, I see why he doesn't ask.

I'm mostly depressed. And if not, then I'm aggressive.

I'm not in the mood to fuck a woman like that either.

There's an old, smelly cheese sock more attractive.

And one of his. Not even mine.

He's not the problem, Ms. Kiehl, you know that.

He must try to stay out of your problems.

I think it's impressive when I snap.

Once I poured boiling milk over him.

Another time I picked up a 100 kg

wooden table and tried to hit it.

Once in a while...

Sometimes I just tested him.

Hi.

Hi.

A few months ago Georg and I

rented 6 porn movies in one day.

Anyway, we watched a movie.

Georg had to promise me that he would wait for me with the other 5.

Until I'm back the next evening.

I marked the films by putting hairs of mine in them.

I was proud of myself, even though I knew then that it was wrong.

did you manage to wait

Naturally.

That's what we agreed on.

And you wouldn't watch a movie for a moment either?

Because you're bored and I'm not there?

Of course not.

I just said that.

I was traveling like a Taliban with the assumption

that he was breaking the rules of my terror regime.

I figured if he jerks off without

me, that's the beginning of the end.

The films were messed up.

No stone stood on the other. Nothing was like before.

Not in the pile, and neither in our relationship.

What are you doing there?

I feel like the stack is different

from when I was driving yesterday.

Oh yeah, that's what you mean.

The pile fell down while dusting.

My sweety.

Don't worry. If I say something, that's how it is.

What if I tell you I know

you've watched every movie?

What?

I set a trap for you, you ass!

What does this mean?

It's like putting a bone

in a dog with men and porn

and say that he must not answer it under any circumstances.

What exactly do you want?

When you've managed to mold your man into

who you want him to be, you despise him.

I know.

It's like the cheating thing. - yours or his?

Cheating is simply completely hushed up.

All couples who are married or have been together

for a long time pretend everything is great.

Then love relationships break down just because

one of them wants to have sex with someone else.

That doesn't have to be the case.

We'll talk about that next time.

OK.

Mrs. Drescher?

I've been with you for so long and I don't know anything about you.

I don't even know if you live in town.

We don't want to distract from you.

But they never say anything about themselves.

And you know how I satisfy myself or when

it works sexually between me and Georg.

Actually...

Actually, you should pay me money for the hot stories.

Or you could move in with us.

I beg your pardon?

Brian Wilson had his therapist live with him.

That would be my greatest dream, her at home with us, just for me.

My husband married a shambles.

I have more neuroses than other women shoes.

Ever since the accident, I've been on

the lookout, always prepared for the worst.

Only when I have sex do I forget old problems.

Only when I have sex do I really feel free.

Lucky for Georg, lucky for me.

I don't have to think about what's going wrong in my

life, or rather, everything has already gone wrong.

clause 2,

Paragraph 1:

“First of all, when I die, I want to be cremated.

And secondly, that my ashes are normally thrown in the household rubbish, i.e.

black bin, on the day the garbage truck picks it up, i.e. on Wednesdays. "

I definitely don't feel like the stress of grave maintenance,

expiring rental periods, corpse water in the groundwater and such.

Clause 2, Paragraph 2:

"My husband Georg has committed to moving in with my

ex-boyfriend Stefan and raising our daughter together."

You are kidding me.

If I can't write in what I want

and shouldn't keep secrets from you,

I have to do it alone next time.

You know it costs money to change your will?

.. if you have to do this every month. - Next point.

Clause 2, Paragraph 3:

"I want my husband Georg to take a

nice wife immediately if I should die.

One with big breasts would be nice. "

You're crazy.

Which isn't new.

If I had known, I would not have come.

Had, had, bike chain.

: The Fantastic's "Something Old, Something New"

* Something old, something new.

Something borrowed, something blue.

Oh, I've still gol memories to cherish.

Sunlight shines in your hair.

Show we can care. *

Well, you Spakos.

Hi.

Hi.

Mummy.

So what is that?

Is that a corpse?

That's a child's corpse from the Black Forest. - Man, that's the dress.

I had it sewn together from old ones.

Have you said hello to Tim yet? - Hey Tim. - Hey.

is your father coming too? - Sure, with a new girlfriend.

Is she older than you this time?

Nearly.

can you wear it - No, it's bad luck.

* Something old, something new.

Something borrowed, something blue.

Oh, I've still got memories to cherish. *

Cheesy, but very beautiful.

Here, from your grandma.

Thank you Mama.

will protect you

Something old.

something new huh

It's an old wedding custom.

If the bride has these things, the marriage will be happy. - What does that mean?

Come here.

That's something old.

This is from grandma.

A necklace with an acorn nut.

And that's something new, the veil.

Represents optimism and hope.

And then there's something borrowed.

I got it from Mama, it brought her happiness.

And here's something blue for my sister.

Oh thank you.

And look here. That's the silver sixpence.

The groom used to wear it on his shoe

so that the money didn't go to waste.

Or that it gets in at all.

Want to put on your monster dress on the plane?

Oh shit.

I didn't think about it then.

You can't think of everything, even you can't.

what do we do with it

We have to give it up extra. - What if that doesn't work?

Why shouldn't that arrive?

Or we go by car and take it with us.

Nonsense, mom, no. I dont want that. - I'd rather drive anyway.

It's nicer when we fly together.

Let it be. There are five of us, we can have fun without you, believe me.

Alright.

who gets there first

Savoy? - Savoy.

Savoy again? - Savoy again.

Just savoy again? - Yes. You know why.

Yes. - Namely?

Because Wirsing has no eyes. - And it's very healthy.

Exactly, that's a trick.

I make a big batch of one vegetable and you have

to eat your fill because there's nothing else.

And then a lot of vitamins come into your stomach.

And that makes me very happy as a mom.

Now you can help Georg set the table.

How's the new artist? - Very good.

He takes photos of the Rhine every 100 meters.

Can we make stick bread on Saturday?

We haven't done that for a long time. Please!

Campfires and bread on a stick are only for people who talk about school.

Was okay. We elected new AGs- What did you take?

Farting and nose picking?

When he makes her laugh, I'm so touched.

I think precisely because he is not the father.

That's it. Done: Nothing there, 3 minutes and the same strength everywhere.

It's like jail. - How do you know?

Brush your teeth, toilet, bed every day.

Do you know how important regulated processes are?

That's the be-all and end-all.

With an orderly life, you can do anything.

I can speak the text.

Only assis have bad teeth.

It used to be Karius and Baktus, and now you

come to me with the Assis as a deterrent.

I'm not stupid.

Karius and Baktus! Really. - How so?

These are 2 male bacteria invented by the

government to teach young children dental hygiene.

Pure scaremongering.

If you don't brush your teeth, you have to go to the dentist.

I know that. - Then you also know that God sees everything.

And that there are consequences if you cheat.

You say that God doesn't exist.

Yes, stop now.

Someday you will thank me.

Or not.

The spectators roared and whistled.

And the name Ostwind was heard more and more often and louder.

mommy? - Yes?

why are you whispering

To make it more exciting.

Stop doing that.

mommy - Yes?

Does Hitler actually still exist?

How do you get that?

At school Leonie said to Maxi when they

were arguing, you're as bad as Hitler.

nope

Don't worry.

He killed himself a long time ago.

If he hadn't killed himself, would he be in prison? - Well, sure.

He has so many people on his conscience.

Do we know anyone who's in prison? - Why?

I would like to visit someone in prison.

I want to see what it's like in there.

nope

Unfortunately not.

But maybe soon.

'Cause I'd like to kill the bosses from the newspaper

those from our accident their disgusting blood gazer capital! have struck.

I would start an underground terrorist organization immediately

and die a hero's death if I didn't have you and Georg.

But if you're 18, maybe I'll do it.

And George, who...

He would probably be proud of me.

It's all ok? - Hmm.

Is sleeping.

Hopefully.

I find it really stupid when she doesn't leave one out.

It's nice.

nope

It scares me to be used like this.

Have you discussed this with your therapist? - Klaro.

You could also go to a therapy group.

I have something against groups. - Sure, of course. Just not during sex.

You can edit anything.

But could you tell your therapist

not to get rid of your father complex?

Otherwise you will leave me.

Mummy.

Wireless.

Mummy.

Should I go?

What is it?

The door is still open a crack. can you please close it

Clear.

And my butt itches really badly.

It's all ok.

Nice.

Shall we see about tomorrow? - Mmm.

Secure?

Yes.

I checked who's there tomorrow.

A few years ago he had the idea for the 7th time. The one with the brothel visit.

I pretended to him that I didn't mind.

Now I find it really cool too.

And it helps us.

It helps our marriage.

That was clear. - What?

Boobs too big.

Elizabeth, please not again.

Still too big.

What is with the?

Cute face and I don't give a damn about the boobs.

Sorry, that wasn't on purpose.

man, George. You know where this is going.

What's happening?

Do you still have them all?

The breast is way too big. She looks way too good.

I can stay at home then. - You chose her.

In the photo it looked different.

Usually the women look better on the net. - They don't.

You don't find me attractive.

That's why you're trying to make me understand

that you find other women more desirable.

Why do you want to prove to me that I

don't find you attractive? Or desire?

or love?

Honey, stop it.

I choose them.

But not such a hunger hook. - The main thing is not so 'n breasts.

Or the one who has beautiful skin and must have a good personality.

Fuck. Is that lust? I've never had that before.

I'll be right back.

Does your butt also itch?

Yes.

Once in a while.

How so?

i have worms

What?

You have worms too.

I have not.

What do you mean I have worms? Where do you want to get that from?

Don't assume I have any.

Liza said something like that.

And now I'm itchy too.

And I just did the Tesa test. - What tape test?

Good evening. - I need albendazole.

You're welcome. Do you have a prescription?

Where can I get a prescription now?

I can't go out without a prescription.

But I... What do you think I'll do with it?

Party? poison people? shoot me away

It often happened that people don't bring it up afterwards.

Can't you make an exception? - Sorry.

Here you have to wait all night for the doctor to open.

Such are the regulations.

I wish you a quiet night.

With many dead and injured, in front of your shame pharmacy.

I have to tell Stefan? - What?

That he might have worms too.

Aren't you exaggerating?

Maybe he got infected indirectly

with my worm eggs by kissing the child.

In order to eradicate my daughter's eggs,

I must ensure that his are also eradicated.

So no puff first?

To be milder: Liza and I have worms.

roundworms.

I have to take her to the pediatrician.

Tell me...

Did you notice something about yourself? - Um...

Yes.

If you ask me so directly.

I thought it was something else, but I'm itchy too.

I had this painful anal fissure.

She also itched like animals. But then it went away.

In the middle of the topic.

After all, we were together for years, almost married.

Even if I can't imagine it anymore.

...then I probably have worms.

Basically what I prefer.

Worms are nicer than a hairstyle like that.

Yes.

Don't you want to just look it up on Wikipedia?

Yes, sorry.

Although I'm sure I'll have it then.

Because the itch is more like a worm itch than a fissure itch.

This is drier.

I probably have worms.

It's so stupid with these blended families.

One is spared no shame.

I'll try to get medicine for the three of us.

I think he believes me when I say, dad, mom, child have worms.

George has nothing?

No, we haven't infected it yet.

Full of lies.

He just wants to keep being sexually attractive to me I guess.

Good luck to you all.

I'll see you later.

Do you want to see my worms?

There's no way I'm looking at your worms.

Why not?

i know exactly what you're thinking

You think I won't help you in your greatest need.

But if you have worms, that's not the greatest need.

Nothing upsets you.

Little.

It's probably because he's so well stocked.

Rich and a big cock. Do that! a man extremely easygoing.

No profile neurosis.

He doesn't have to represent what he isn't or

compensate for, like Berlusconi did e.g. B.

Just completely relaxed.

If you had something really bad, no matter

how disgusting it was, I would help you.

But there's no need for me to look at your worms

and run around with these superfluous images.

You are happy, aren't you?

That you don't have to go there. - Where?

Where to.

Yes man...

I hate being excited.

If something goes wrong that I was excited about, I'm relieved.

We'll catch up.

As soon as I am no longer infested with these critters.

Tell me, did the crack get bigger again?

No, it hasn't gotten any bigger.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm quite sure.

Then that's fine.

I could swear it got bigger.

Is not he.

I was the only one in the whole house who survived.

Because my life without a husband and child no longer makes sense,

I let myself be instructed on where I can do trauma therapy.

It doesn't work. That's why I throw myself in front of the train.

I play through the whole thing every night, with ever-changing endings.

But the house will collapse, that's for sure.

Have you tried to think about the fact that in

Germany buildings don't collapse that easily?

That's no use, already tried it.

I often feel like I'm in a family vault in our house.

Death lies between me and my husband in bed.

Sometimes I would feel better if I wasn't there anymore.

Then I would annoy fewer people.

Thank you very much.

mobile ringing

Hey Dad. N / A? - Where are you'?

We just landed. Are you already there?

There has been a serious accident.

A pile-up. The police called me.

We have to assume that everyone who was in the car is dead. - What?

Now I ask you:

who was in the car

What? What? What?

who was in the car

Was everyone in the car? Anyone else with you?

who flew Now say something.

I don't want to say anything wrong now.

Maybe they'll die if I give wrong names.

Concentrate, once in a lifetime. Think about it.

You just saw her doing gymnastics on the meadow.

Mummy.

Sarah.

Sebastian.

Paul.

And Tim.

Haven't you forgotten anyone? Are you sure?

You mustn't make a mistake now.

Mom is dead too? - Yes.

All.

They say we should assume so.

what about my dress That was in the car too.

On top. Is that broken too?

That cost so much.

All the fittings.

I have to give the seamstress a photo of how I'm wearing it.

I have to go.

So... So the police can reach me.

I am ashamed of this reaction.

But I couldn't help it. There was no other question in my mind.

Just the dress.

The mind sometimes does weird things when we're experiencing terrible things.

They were unable to understand that everyone is dead.

However, they were able to

understand that the dress could be gone.

It's not that painful.

mobile ringing

Yes? - Elizabeth, your mother is alive.

She's alive, do you hear?

Thanks.

And Tim too. He somehow got out of the car.

dad thanks

She is badly burned but conscious.

What, badly burned?

The doctor says she was burned to the bone on both hands.

And her legs... her legs!

But she speaks, do you understand? She is conscious.

drive to her

Yes, I'll do it.

Father? .Yes?

What about my siblings?

They have the personal details of all the survivors.

Your siblings aren't there.

where are the bodies - There aren't any bodies either.

That's the funny thing.

The car burned beyond recognition

that we had to prove to the police

that the children were sitting in the back seat at all.

No bone, no tooth, nothing.

They didn't believe us at first.

They insisted that there were only 2

people in the car and that they survived.

Your mother and Sarah's friend.

So are they dead?

Yes, they are dead.

But there are no corpses.

Then how can they say they're dead?

I'll call again

Mom is alive.

Does that mean we go to her?

Yes.

I don't know what to tell him.

Do you get a single room after a pile-up?

We are legally insured.

Normally we don't get a single room.

I'll take care of the flight. - Nope.

Definitely don't fly.

what if we crash

I'm the only child now.

I have to survive

I thought the whole time, fuck me back to life.

That was the only time I really gave myself to him again.

And that's how our daughter was born.

On the graves of my dead siblings.

I thought that I must give my mother a new child.

She lost her three youngest.

After that, our love fell silent.

Stand up.

Waki, waki.

You have to go to school.

You don't want to become a bum or a drug addict.

That's what happens when you don't get up- What nonsense, Mom.

It has snowed.

Yes of course.

It's your birthday today.

It was my birthday last month.

There is a huge wildebeest in the living room.

Stop it. you are embarrassed

Her most common sentence since she was able to speak.

Lie down again.

It's all nonsense with the school anyway.

You become one too.

You'll probably be a lot happier.

Morning. - Morning.

can i see your butt hole - Please? - Can I?

Why?

You said it itches.

I have worms and I want to see if you have them too.

Alright. - Can you do your exam on the toilet, please?

You don't go to school. We're going to see Dr. Dierlich now.

huh Why? - Because we all have worms.

You and I definitely.

Hopefully we'll get medicine for Papa and Georg too.

Oh. - That's not a bad thing at all.

And then you go to dad if he doesn't have to work today- Okay.

Well-behaved kid, never bitched about this.

Either she likes it equally well with both parents.

Or she doesn't even think of

playing one off against the other.

Because Stefan and I try to keep everything away from the kid.

We never hate each other.

Not in front of our child.

Don't I have to go to school then? - You can't do that with worms.

yeah cool

If you take the 1st, the itching will stop.

Georg is still reluctant, but he'll do it.

Thank you very much. Hope this helps quickly.

Dad, can you open this for me? - Yes.

What to talk about with your ex just because you have a kid together.

And what kind of images you have in your head.

I know what his butt hole looks like.

And now, unfortunately, I also know what it

looks like when worms are hanging out there.

would you like to throw that away? - Yes, in the plastic waste.

And wash hands.

Ah...

Thank you very much.

It's so hard to shake off the

guilty conscience that I left Stefan.

He wanted to start a family with me and our daughter.

And I said, no, I can't anymore.

You can leave when love is gone.

Maybe I should send him some money so

that at least he's doing well financially.

This is nonsense.

Liza has never known it any other way. And Georg is the best father for her.

Your ex-boyfriend has a life of his own.

The birth of my daughter is so linked to the accident.

When someone asks me what Liza's birthday is, I sometimes

don't know because I hate thinking back to that time.

What will they do then?

I think this disgusting detour.

There was the accident, there she was

conceived, then she was born the year after.

When I think of birth, I imagine 3 dead children.

No couple can take that.

That's when it started.

The alone processing, the different mourning.

Disgust at the grief of the other.

Such an experience doesn't bring people together, it drives them apart.

We don't stick together, we keep apart.

mobile ringing

Yes?

Paulsen here, print newspaper. Ms Kiehl?

Yes.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this.

You must be strong. There has been an accident.

3 siblings of yours died.

A first statement please.

Whose turn is it?

I can't believe what's happening there. I get angry like never before.

Ms Kiehl? Can you hear me?

The anger has remained just as great to this day.

A newspaper, a person who works

there, claims the right to call me.

And says he's authorized to be the first to

deliver this message to me, as he believes.

To rape me for a story, for an

edition, at the weakest moment of my life.

Ms Kiehl?

I'm not in the phone book.

Someone must have given out the number.

Of course I'll never find out who that was.

So breasts! one does not imagine having delivered someone to the knife.

At a time when that person would be more in need of peace and healing.

I also cursed that person.

I have to keep going over and over in my head who is dead and who is alive.

I can't get that in there.

Tim survived, my sister's boyfriend.

mom is alive. And I live. There's only two of us left.

Sarah, 16, Sebastian, 11 and Paul, 8 are dead.

The doctor wants to speak to you.

Why doctor? What does she want?

I want to see my mother. - She will answer your questions.

Ms Kiehl? - Mmm.

Dr. Schaller. I am the doctor in charge.

If we could sit down for a moment.

We gave your mother a single room.

Because there's going to be a rude awakening when we

taper off the psychiatric drugs and she becomes aware...

...that she lost 3 children.

What, she doesn't even know that yet? - No.

So there are medicines that make sure my siblings are still alive.

Why does only my mother get it? - She drove the car.

Even if she is not legally to blame, she will blame herself.

It will get so bad that she will want to kill herself.

Once she leaves the intensive care unit, please

stay with her day and night for the next time.

Yes of course.

Prevent mom from suicide, no problem.

We put a bed in her room for you to sleep in.

Now for the physical.

Both legs are broken multiple times.

She also has severe burns on her hands.

They need to be brushed every 2 days to

avoid scarring during the healing process.

She will endure a great deal of

pain as we brush over the open flesh.

But to do that, we put her under general anesthesia.

So far from our side.

Do you have anymore questions?

Good.

Hello mum.

What happened?

Nobody tells me anything.

I'm so glad you're alive.

My legs...

...are completely broken.

I'm supposed to go to another hospital where Paul was born.

What are you looking at?

Stop doing that.

where are your siblings

What's happening?

Nothing.

Then why are you putting the newspaper away?

Only this way.

Let me see.

That's no good.

I never wanted to see the picture.

But in that moment, it's burned into my brain forever.

Thanks to this newspaper.

You have! stolen something from our family'. The private keepsake.

It's nobody's business what the car they died in looks like.

The car is sacred to me.

The final resting place of my siblings.

And you pigs soiled it.

You would probably still call yourselves good Christians.

But you are bad for our country.

Maybe they're still alive.

What?

If they haven't found bodies, they may still be alive.

Maybe they saved themselves.

Elizabeth, that's not possible.

Why?

It could be.

Our mother taught us modesty.

Resist the 1st gazer impulse, do not delight in the suffering of the other.

Everyone has a choice: to belong to the decent or to belong to the indecent

who satisfy the thirst for sensation, demonstrably at the expense of others.

Just like this newspaper does.

Do you know what I don't understand?

Why these guys even have wives. Is a mystery to me.

Actually, all women should refuse to have

sex with the makers of such a newspaper.

Then they would stop with the shit out of lust.

My mother and leading feminists raised me that

there was no such thing as a vaginal orgasm.

Funny, because I usually come very quickly.

A few pushes are enough, and then I go steep.

Whenever I have anal sex, Alice Schwarzer whispers in my ear:

"Elizabeth that's just what you think you're having an

orgasm now to submit to your man and his power cock."

My husband is not my enemy at all.

He's even the bigger feminist as good as he licks me.

It's hard for me to have sex without thinking about Alice Schwarzer.

ow!

Oh.

I did not want.

I'm sorry for that.

I really didn't want that.

I often imagine as I drive how it will

affect my life if I run over someone.

How his family received the news from the police

that their relative had died at the hands of a woman,

who was on her way from her therapy to heal her accident

in the family to a sex shop to meet her husband.

So I drive slowly and look at the speed signs.

And then they become my friends and are no longer my enemies.

You help me never to look

this grieving family in the eye.

Elizabeth, how are you? - Very good. And yourself? - Fine.

is my husband there - It's upstairs with the dildos. - Nice.

You...

I bought this love ball. - With us?

Well, where else?

And...

He would certainly move in me if he wasn't from China.

Show me.

The spring is probably broken.

I'll give you a new one. - Great. - By the way...

Some just take the pen.

Hello sweet.

It's great, isn't it?

You are cheating.

How so?

It's too small. - It's absolutely sentimental.

For real? - And the color is great.

Oh no, it's for him.

To you.

He wants to understand what it's like to have something like that up your butt.

Also, he's Catholic.

What? - Joke.

It's an experiment in equality.

You want to shove that thing

in to see what anal sex is like?

Isn't he emancipated? - You want to start with that?

Not with something smaller? - That wouldn't be fair.

You should try it too.

The men will then worship us. if we let them in the back.

Probably true.

What you have to try next is swallowing cum.

Then I'll do it again.

That makes 36.60.

do you take kane - Mmm. Thanks.

Batteries are in? - Clear.

I chose Mrs. Drescher right after the accident.

I call her Agnetha because she reminds me of the singer from Abba.

I was allowed to look for a therapist from the health insurance company.

You can try 5 therapists

until you decide on one.

Man, do I really have to keep doing this to myself?

smartass.

I don't want that anymore.

Why is your practice on the 13th floor?

Can you move to 1st or 2nd?

You have to go through that. I will stay here with my practice.

You know I can't accept that.

You don't think I want to poison you.

We've had that so many times. They keep trying.

Because they are important to me.

The most important thing if I'm honest.

You give me so much and I can't give you anything.

I've always wanted to say that.

That's very good. You're supposed to tell me everything.

This is important to our relationship.

What is our relationship?

I think you consider me something for sale since you're paying.

Like Georg and I buying sex? - If you will.

I'm glad we're still having sex, even

though we've been together for so long.

Once sex disappears, it's only a

matter of time before love dies out.

Is that why you buy sex?

Yes.

What I would like to discuss today

is my paranoia about the newspaper.

I still feel persecuted.

Georg and I will soon be going back to the whorehouse.

I'm always afraid that someone could get a picture of the three

of us, ugly, naked, with big bellies, shagging in the whorehouse.

Are you going back to the brothel? - Yes. It brings me a lot closer to him.

You can't talk me out of that.

Even if it's an unusual form of marital hygiene.

But in a brothel it's all about sexual satisfaction. - "Only" is good.

Maybe that's why I'm going there with him, as a reward.

Or maybe sometimes I want to cheat because I like the

idea of ​​being able to start a little bit from scratch.

To be shagged by someone who's

never seen me have an ugly freak out.

Whom I've never given hell to.

You meet, have wild, hard sex, and then you break up.

He could be in a relationship or married, it doesn't matter.

The main thing is that it must not become

such a big love as with me and Georg.

That's what men have the guts for.

Why isn't there something like this for us?

That's about it.

: Nelly "Hol in here"

That would be equal rights in practice.

Women could also get what they

lack without risking everything.

Just the fact that these shops exist would be such an insult to the men's

honor that they wouldn't just think about themselves when having sex.

Competition stimulates business.

Women would finally be freer.

* Please believe in.

Me and the rest of my heathens.

Checkin" out a lot at the top of the Four Seasons.

Penthouse roof top birds I'm feedin'.

No deceivin nothin up my sleeve an', no teasin'.

I need you to get up, up on the dance floor.

Give that man what he askin' for.

'Cos I feel like bustin' loose and I feel like touchin' you.

And can't nobody stop the juice, so baby tell me what's the use.

I said it's getting hot in here.

So take off all your clothes.

I'm gettin' so hot I wanna take my clothes off. *

You want him to leave you so you can come back voluntarily. - Yes.

The idea also makes her horny.

Others would pay a lot of money for such stories.

But they wouldn't say such clever things back.

yes i know i know

We still have enough time, right?

Yes we have.

I dreamed about that shitty dress again.

I wish so badly that they weren't burned alive.

I wish they were already dead on impact.

Or not.

The good Lord will certainly have his reason

why he brought these pure souls to himself.

Fuck you all.

Nobody fetches anyone here.

Things like that just happen.

You have to deal with it, go crazy if you

don't mind, but don't become a believer!

It's way too easy.

Yes, we all meet again after death.

Fuck you wish. That's not true.

We won't see each other again.

At what point in evolution should something like a soul

have been breathed into us between apes and Neanderthals?

We won't see each other again.

we are animals And we don't see each other again after death.

Just like the overbred chickens don't

see each other again after slaughter.

My mother has probably turned around already.

And she lies to us because she doesn't want to describe what she saw.

Maybe it was so bad that her brain erased it.

Because otherwise she would have gone mad.

A brain knows what its wearer can endure.

They only got in that car because my dress was too big.

It's actually my fault.

Don't need to be superstitious.

We've discussed this so many times. We have no control over such things.

There could also have been another reason

why your family got into this accident.

Had, had, bike chain.

Hi?

George?

In the laundry room.

Thanks.

For what?

For the laundry.

Where have you been so long? - With Mrs. Drescher.

With Liza? - Oh no, I dropped her off at Stefan's.

He could take her sooner than I thought.

I should have let you know. I'm sorry.

I also wanted to get some things done.

I kept trying to call you.

The cell phone was silent. I was in therapy.

Tell me...

Did you think something happened? - No.

Yes.

Nothing happened.

I Spacko forgot to let you know.

Sorry.

What is that? - The doctor gave me.

If you take these, the worms will be gone and we can go to the whorehouse.

I have no worms. How many times do I have to say that?

Then you take it prophylactically.

Liza is with Stefan for 2 days and we

are having a nice time without children.

do you really mean it

I always think you're a little happy when we have to cancel it.

Yes, that's right too.

I have to go through with that.

When we're there, I think it's great.

When I saw the urns for the first

time, I couldn't control myself.

How could there be anything in there when there was supposedly nothing left of them?

What do they want burned?

And then things were different in weight.

That's already clear.

They look at a list of how much ashes you need for soft

old age, and then they throw god knows what in there.

Certainly also ashes from overweight people

who didn't quite fit into their own urn.

Dear Kiel family...

Where are the 3 actually?

We make such a fuss for them, and they're too late.

insolence. Typical for them.

I looked for her everywhere. That has remained the case to this day.

But I'm looking for them as they looked 9 years ago.

Of course I can't imagine her any older.

At some point I was sure that they would all

get back in line because it was so funny.

The line of alleged mourners did not break off.

What a fuck up. I'm never going to a funeral again.

Thanks.

Does it taste good?

Wonderful.

Making good coffee is harder than bubbles.

I only do a little makeup.

Will be smeared with pussy slime anyway.

Then I looked better afterwards when there isn't

a whole lot of black tan stuff all over it.

Sometimes I feel like looking like a whore too.

And sometimes I go with my husband as the

good housewife with boring white underpants.

How I'm in the mood.

So far he has always chosen well, quite well in fact.

So mostly.

I found her beautiful, sexy and personable.

Lucky so far.

Or am I just adapting my

taste in women to my husband?

No idea. doesn't give a fuck either.

Her name is Grace, she's from South America.

Has an amazing body, cute face, full of fun, really.

When she comes in, the sun will rise.

You'll see, there's no mistake, it is.

Big boobs? - Of course not.

We're still drinking.

Can she direct? - She's waiting for us.

I blocked her for 3 hours. - You have gone through each position 4 times.

We can go earlier.

Pay please.

When you go to the whorehouse with your husband,

you don't have to be afraid of anything.

Except maybe gonorrhea.

Fuck how I hate, hate, hate excitement.

My heart stops immediately from the racing heart.

That can't be healthy.

We're really uncool punters.

But we are very friendly suitors.

And likeable. - With a lot of tips.

Clear. Organic and fair trade.

Do you think we should order her something to drink?

So she can talk to us?

It's like giving to an unpopular child

Hang salami around his neck so at least the dogs can play with him.

Oh.

I miss my electric blanket.

I might bring it with me next time. - Mmm.

There are no cameras.

Ms. Kiehl, since you often stay in such establishments, how do

you reconcile that with your conscience that the women might

be dragged here and forced into prostitution?

george This is my wife Elizabeth.

Hi, I'm Grace.

We're gonna have sex and she shakes my hand?

Fun. Germany.

You have a beautiful wife.

Default.

She would say that too if I looked like shit.

Then I'll go freshen up. OK.

Is that a lot of perfume?

That's part of it.

did you choose well - Honestly?- Mmm.

Thanks.

I think that keeps us together for many more

years because you can keep popping your horns off.

On another woman, legitimately.

Hopefully.

And hopefully I can do that one day.

You are the woman I wished for.

We've been to 18 women.

None under 25, all speak fluent German

and are volunteers in the profession.

Amanda, Dina, Lumi, Lotus, twice Vanessa, Vivienne, Olga,

Tina, Michelle, Melissa, Samara, Mira, Samantha, Jule, Ira, Diamond and Grace.

With the first women I drank way too much because

I was so excited and sometimes during the act,

which is also very expensive, have fits of jealousy.

Until we had to cancel.

Which was embarrassing for Georg.

This lasts until the erection goes away and you stand in

a bad mood in front of the whorehouse in broad daylight.

I've got it under control now.

I even have to laugh at how cool I've become.

And how much desire and pleasure I have.

He never comes in a prostitute. Seems to be some Catholic thing.

I can't do anything with it, but if he says so.

He always just wants to cum inside me.

I don't have to understand that.

I suspect him of stating so secretly that no

other man is allowed to come inside me either.

The guy has principles. That impressed me from the start.

And he was the man I always wanted.

Everything I did before that I wasn't actually

allowed to do because it was bad for me or for others.

Then came George. And everything was fine.

What do you definitely not want?

I definitely don't want to be one of those people who

don't do anything just because the others don't either.

And with you?

I always feel the pressure to do

all the awkward stuff right away.

At that moment I fell in love with Georg.

That was my husband.

A tackler.

The kind I need.

For all my problems and the future catastrophes that were to

come like collapsing houses, elevators, murder, manslaughter.

Just right.

You see: Just the right one.

The right partner who can help you step

into your new life and leave it all behind.

Don't forget, just leave it behind.

Also me.

Also me?

What does this mean?

It's about letting yourself in for beauty.

And that you don't need me anymore.

Are you crazy? I don't know what to do without you.

You can see that.

You look for excuses to keep your status quo. You are ready.

no - Yet.

Are they alive.

I do.

What things do you say?

I don't want to hold anything. I just want to talk to you.

You've found your place to talk. your husband, your family.

You have the people around you who make your life worth living.

Think of the things we discussed.

Heij, eij, eii-

Only if I can come back when I feel like it. - Of course you can.

But live for now.

And take me out of your will.

We have discussed this so often that it

is not possible from patient to therapist.

And vice versa?

very funny Not even that.

If you haven't changed that yet, do it now.

I did that a long time ago.

If you tell me something, I'll do it right away.

And why are you going to the notary without Georg knowing about it?

Yes, because he always snaps at me when he's around.

That I care too much about death.

With my death in particular.

He then says, Elizabeth, you're not dying yet. - This is also true.

You don't die anytime soon.

You are perfectly healthy.

You must be in cahoots, you and my husband, aren't you?

do we still have time

So, Ms Kiehl...

Anyone who has you does not need any other clients.

We want?

Yes very much.

"I hereby decree that after my death, Agnetha Drescher

will receive 500 euros a month until the end of her life."

Who?

This is my therapist.

Is that really what it's called?

The last name is correct.

What should I do? I can't help it.

I managed to keep her alive.

It's not that common in our family.

No matter what madness she's

going to burn up, I love her.

And I'm okay with her not becoming like me.

Here are you.

What is that?

The acorn nut.

Something old.

I think she caused the accident.

And this one?

Yes I...

I just changed something.

Leave me alone.

I've asked you a thousand times

not to keep preoccupying yourself with death.

I don't want someone I love to get nothing.

tear it up

What? - The will there.

Are you crazy?

My beloved will, nope.

Never.

That's your problem.

And so mine. you don't rely on me On nobody.

Do you think dying like your

will says is the worst thing?

The worst will be that you're gone.

You can't fix that we're not sad.

Then we are sad, very sad.

And you know what?

The more you deal with your fucking will

I'm even more afraid that...

...you don't even want to be with us.

why are you so smart

You and Liza keep me here.

You really are everything to me.

But you are also my biggest problem.

If I didn't have you, it wouldn't

be so bad if something happened to me.

That's why I have to constantly adjust my will.

It says in there that you and Stefan need to

move in together for Liza and raise her together.

do you do that

If that says there?

I know what it says. I know all that, every addition.

I find it so sad that you're

preparing for your exit all the time.

That means you're not really here with me and Liza. - You know...

I've had enough bad news already.

I'm sick of this.

I don't want to hear any more.

But there is no guarantee of that.

Nobody can guarantee me that, never again bad news.

I know how much you miss her.

You know what?

Maybe they're not dead.

Maybe they live in the woods by the freeway.

Yes.

They live there in the forest with all the animals

not yet by us progress economic growth car drivers

were flattened.

The accident took them away, they can't remember anything.

Not of the accident and not of her previous life in the family.

And Sara...

Sarah is definitely the leader and takes care of the brothers.

Yes.

They feed on wild berries and young roots.

They are almost naked and have long hair.

They live in a large wooden tent that they built themselves.

It's very warm and soft in there.

Because they lined the floor with moss.

They introduced a currency.

If one person finds something

fascinating and the other wants to buy it.

broken glass.

They are looking for shards of bottles that people have thrown away.

Preferably the blue shards. - These are the most valuable.

And then all shades of green, then brown.

The most worthless are the transparent shards.

Since the accident, they have lost their memory, their speech.

That's why they can't find their way home.

They only communicate through looks, but they understand

each other blindly because they belong together.

And so they live day in, day out in the forest next to the highway.

And no one on this planet can prove me wrong.

have everything

Except maybe a new electric blanket.