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How's your child?

- Good. Great.

How many months is it?

Four months.

- Months?

What a lovely belly.

- And when will you have the child?

In five months.

- Another five months until it comes out?

Five months of curiosity.

The two of us.

- With me?

Are you pregnant too?

You sing great.

Are you pregnant too?

- Where's Nele?

Am I that fat?

- I overeat sometimes too.

Real guys have bellies. Exactly.

It's technology. It drives us mad.

I know how it feels.

All that radiation around us.

It's changing us.

And that's why these things happen.

Come with us. Don't worry.

Come on.

- Come on, don't be scared.

Don't worry.

- Come on.

Feathers fall to the moon

On Mirror Lake

Some brush against your skin

As they float by

Over ditches and rooftops

You clamber and smile all the while

Feathers fall to the moon

Soft snowflakes cover you

As you reach the stars

Come and dance!

- Come and dance? Okay!

Floor it!

- I'm not letting him in!

Your driving sucks!

Watch out!

- Are you nuts?

Sh*t!

What were you thinking?

- I thought you'd already stopped the car!

Oh, sh*t.

Doesn't look good.

- Not good at all.

Are you getting out?

- Oh, no. He looks like trouble.

Okay, I'll sort him out.

Have you been drinking?

This isn't a stage, Ms. Lorenz!

What's that look for?

What are you laughing at?

- What are you looking at?

Go lick yourself!

- "Go lick yourself?"

I slowed down at the crossroads

to give way to the traffic...

Why did you slow down?

You crossed three lanes

without signaling...

I did not! I gave way.

- There was nothing coming.

Back off, please.

- He crossed three lanes...

He hit the brakes for no reason.

- Just get a grip!

What did you say?

- I'll be right with you, okay?

You're acting

like we caused the accident!

It's a bit weird...

- My wife is pregnant.

You've got it all under control, huh?

Are you messing with me?

- No. It was just a question.

It sure felt like it.

It's gonna cost you! A lot!

That's for sure.

- My neck's hurting.

Hey, you.

- Yes.

I think Karl's a nice name.

Are you proposing now?

Moritz.

- Moritz?

Loud and clear.

He wants to be called Moritz.

Moritz. I like that.

- Yeah?

That's my daughter. Let me through.

Are you okay?

- Yes.

See for yourself.

- And the baby?

- Yes.

Your daughter?

- We were lucky.

- Yes.

Nele.

I have to tell you something.

- What?

Your little brother or sister...

The baby has Down's Syndrome.

You know what that means?

Like the people we met today.

He will be real special.

And talk and behave differently to you.

- I'm here for you. Come here.

I knew something was up!

Well, it's a lynx.

When did you find out?

- A week ago.

Spot on!

"The strong are stronger

than their bitter losses. "

Fortune cookies!

The birthday boy

can choose his own fortune cookie.

Thank you.

- You're so welcome.

Thanks.

- And you guys, via air mail...

ME 1100!

You don't even like them.

- Michael!

Excellent. Excuse me!

Finally!

Hello.

- I didn't think you'd make it.

Thanks for coming.

- I didn't wrap it.

That's a good wine.

- Reinforcements.

Astrid wants to say something.

- Don't worry:
not a speech!

We wanted to take this moment

to tell you something important.

You're finally getting married.

- Dad!

No, we wanted to tell you

that our child...

is a boy.

Oh, that's great!

- Yes...

And he has Down's Syndrome.

Oh, f***.

Just shoot if you have questions.

Well...

Well, congratulations! That's great!

- What's great about it?

They're open, warm people,

with such a zest for life. It's... great.

Do you remember the little boy

you used to play with?

He was so good at math. A real whizz.

- That's true.

What was his name?

- Brownie.

Downie Brownie.

- Yes... "Brown" was his last name.

We knew one once

who became a train conductor.

A speech therapist friend of mine

who works with Down's kids.

Thanks.

- Give him a call. He knows his stuff.

Will do.

- Thanks, Paul.

And how will you manage?

Will you be able to handle it?

Well... we won't manage everything.

But we want it and...

You guys are on the road all the time.

- But we love stress!

Maybe it'll be a good thing.

You'll both work a bit less.

You'll manage and you've always got Kati.

- Exactly.

Obviously we'll pay you more

for the extra work, Kati.

I can't. I have too much work for school.

How's it supposed to work, Astrid?

Well...

I don't know yet.

Learning by doing, I guess.

It's fine with Nele, but...

A kid like that is a full-time job.

If anyone can cope with it, you can.

I just don't get it...

I can't imagine anyone

more suitable than you.

Because of your brother, you know...

That's totally different...

- I just wanted to say.

No, Astrid! Astrid!

I can't!

- You wouldn't be alone. We're here too.

You can't make me do it.

- Just listen to me.

So we have a disabled child now...

What's the problem?

- It's just gross!

Sweet little blonde fascist, huh?

I think it's gross too.

Great. One child's disabled,

the other's a fascist.

Nele!

Nele!

- I don't want that disabled kid anymore.

Nele...

I thought you'd be here.

Did you sleep well?

- Yes.

Come here. Come to Mommy.

Come to Mommy.

Everything's fine.

- Yep.

You've changed so much.

You know...

I had to be a good girl

for so many years.

I never felt liberated by Dad's death.

Markus and I were wondering

whether maybe...

you'd move in.

Well...

But I live so far away.

And I have my own house to look after.

Nele would be so happy.

You'll manage.

You're a big girl.

- Yeah, yeah.

You know, I told Markus

there was probably no point asking you.

Put your hand on it.

Up here.

I'll get cut.

- So I can saw it off. Right here...

Or shall I leave it on? Okay.

- Leave it on.

You should write about me again.

People love those jokes.

Put more soil in there.

Mom, you're my last resort.

The last time you did,

people asked me in the break,

"Is that really true? It's you!"

I was in the audience.

I could see they loved it.

Oh, God!

You know what, guys?

You are so damn lucky

that your baby's a Downie.

Have you lost it?

- Because if not...

I wouldn't be moving in!

- Yeah!

Did you just say "Grandma"?

I'll give you Grandma!

Come here, you!

Come to your darling, favorite...

She'll be around all the time now.

- Come here!

How dare you... Come here!

Awesome, Grandma!

- Don't you start too!

She said "second floor", didn't she?

But there's nothing here either.

I think it's this way.

- Maybe it's here.

Okay, so...

Yes, that's his head on the left.

Normal amniotic fluid levels.

The placenta

is attached to the back wall.

His bottom is down here

and his thigh is there.

Ah, here you can already see

the male genitals lighting up.

The thigh...

- "Lighting up"?

Exactly. That's what I said.

- A beacon!

You...

- Pretty big, huh?

But you shouldn't get your hopes up.

Then here we have his little head.

The kidneys.

The bladder is full.

Mine too.

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