Nachthelle

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I remembered it being much bigger.

You were a baby then.

I wasn't a baby.

You're a baby!

How come we never came here?

It's a little paradise.

Bernd!

Go on, get up.

Looks very East Germany.

That is my childhood.

This is where I grew up.

There used to be a cherry tree here.

Anna?

Hi, what a surprise. I'm Bernd.

Stefan.

- Good you could come.

- It was now or never.

I'm Marc.

Hello, Stefan.

Your drop-top?

No, mine.

It's good you could come, too.

Nice.

We went for a picnic

in the woods.

Before they disappear.

Here, the key.

Thanks for doing all that.

I'm going to need a quick signature.

Right there.

So that's taken care of.

You'll stay a while, won't you?

You're not dashing off?

We'll see.

Stefan, can you get the shutters?

It smells the same as ever.

What will you do

with all this stuff?

I've no idea.

Nothing?

Long time no see.

Way too long.

You know how it is.

Stefan, come upstairs.

I'll show you my old room.

The nearest hotel's an hour away now.

There's nothing around here anymore.

What's up?

If you want to take anything, just say.

I'm glad you came.

Look...

There you are.

Where?

There. The little cutie-pie.

Me, Heiko...

No kidding.

Which one's you?

There.

Anna, condensed.

Sweet!

Bernd?

She never even opened it.

Look, his doctoral thesis.

Good-looking guy.

When the village was relocated,

I represented Anna's aunt and others

in their lawsuit.

And?

And what?

What happened with the suit?

What does it look like?

You go back a long way, Anna and you?

When we met,

most likely you weren't even born.

We haven't seen each other

for ages, either.

Everything okay?

Sure.

And you two, all good?

Sure.

Same as ever.

That's good to hear.

You got yourself

a younger man, I see.

I sang it once or twice,

it's not my "party piece. "

Please.

You're such a liar!

- Shame, it'd be fun.

- Go on, do it.

Or I'll sing it.

I've never met Stefan,

and you're raising expectations.

It's a song we used to sing.

I'm no singer.

- Please.

- It went like this.

Beetle on a leaf

What's that then?

The leaf gets knocked back

The beetle gets squished flat

Beetle on a leaf

What's that then?

In the city, eye contact

What's that then?

The city turns its back

Contact is soon snapped

In the city, eye contact

What's that then?

A hand in a hand

What's that then?

The first hand's given a gun

The other cleans up

when the killing's done

A hand in a hand

What's that then?

That's all.

A scream!

They're bad this year.

Why don't you sleep over?

Hitting the road now is crazy.

To be honest,

I was hoping you'd say that.

- Right?

- Sure.

Cool.

You can have Gitti's room.

Great.

Good health!

Cheers.

Since when do you say, "A scream"?

I have no idea.

I like it a lot.

I'll say it all the time now.

Please do.

How'd it happen, you two?

How'd what happen?

How did you get together?

It's the giant excavators

at the open-pit mine.

Getting closer and closer.

I met Bernd

in my first year at college.

After the Wall fell,

I moved to Berlin.

And he answered an ad,

"Seek man hung like a horse.

Pony tails okay. "

Back then, it was still on with Anna.

Back then.

And how...

Did you always know you...

Was it...

Was it like love at first sight?

What's with the girly questions?

What is your question exactly?

Did you guys know right away

you were gay?

Sure.

I don't know.

Marc is the second

great love of my life.

Who was the first?

How come conversations always get to

when someone realizes they're gay?

I never rave

about realizing I'm into c*cks.

I'll drink to that.

You're into c*cks?

Plural.

I'd no idea you two were together.

It was nothing serious,

a quick fling.

A four-year fling, Anna?

Why'd you bring your shoes?

God!

You'll get over it.

Will you marry me?

How do you mean?

How I say it.

I thought I got to ask.

Ask me then.

Why didn't you tell me

you used to be with Bernd?

Are you jealous?

Goodnight.

Go to sleep.

Morning!

Good morning.

Did you sleep well?

And you?

Sounded like it.

Morning.

Mrs. Steiner was outside her store...

- Only specialist psychology books.

- Really?

Trauma and Stages of Resilience.

That's just...

I mean, who reads this?

You'd have to drive

to the back of beyond...

A handful of people, nerds mostly.

If you guys are staying,

we'll buy food, you'll cook up a storm.

Don't let him fool you.

He has revolutionized psychoanalysis.

It's based on Freud's remembering,

repeating, working-through.

Sorry,

if you're really leaving tomorrow,

would it be okay if we stay

another few days?

Sure. Enjoy the countryside.

I have a patient who turned shaman

and moved to Sauerland.

Know what you're missing?

A big pair of glasses

and knowing nod,

so I feel totally understood.

He doesn't need glasses.

He snaps his fingers

and we're all hypnotized.

I'll go see.

The box had fallen on the floor.

With its contents scattered.

Photos...

films and stuff.

Bernd, tell them your dream.

I guess it felt

pretty real.

I dreamed

that noises had woken me up.

I get up and hear you two

talking in the kitchen.

But it's dark in the kitchen.

You're not there. No one's there.

I go back upstairs

to your bedroom,

open the door...

You're lying in bed, asleep.

I sense something.

There's something there.

Then I open the door a little bit wider

and I see it.

Standing there is a...

shadowy figure

that was

looking at you.

Gives me the creeps.

And then?

Then I woke up.

What did this figure look like?

Kind of human.

How does it end?

Who knows?

Maybe it hasn't yet.

Awesome!

"The trauma-burdened ego

is destroyed. "

It's a fairly common phenomenon.

The ego splits

into ego and double-ego.

Look, Bernd!

The old records you gave me.

Is there some kind of happy end?

At a certain point,

it escapes my control.

Some patients

stay tangled up in their past.

And then?

I don't like summer.

I like fall and spring.

Can you rub lotion on my back?

Sure.

Stop that!

- What the hell!

- Rub some on me too!

Why is it, when men play,

they always play at killing each other?

Darwin, perhaps?

I am naked.

What's going on?

That was long ago. Stop!

Get away from me!

We're not giving up

Your home, defend it!

- Mrs. Steiner.

- Good afternoon.

Look who it is! Bernd!

How are you doing?

And you?

How do you expect?

You put up a good fight at court.

For all the good it did.

David against Goliath.

- You're still open?

- Absolutely. Be my guest.

What do we need?

Onions!

Can't go wrong with onions.

Excuse me...

- What's this?

- You don't know?

Parsnip. Delicious!

We have our dinner right there.

Eat them raw.

Or make soup with them.

Or they're good

with butter and sugar.

Toss in a few onions...

And you'll eat to music!

To music?

Playing the butt trumpet!

Want some caraway?

No, we're music lovers, Mrs. Steiner.

6 Euros!

And what do you have there?

24, in all.

You have the exact change?

I have a 20 and...

Do you have 2 Euros?

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