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Dolphins! What baloney!

You wouldn't believe it

if you didn't hear it.

At your age,

no one is a dolphin anymore.

By the way, I'm Hermann.

Hermann?

An unusual name for,

well, uh...

For what? A black man?

Well, my last name is even more unusual.

Goldbeck!

Hey, big man.

What did you... what did you do?

What do you think, huh?

That I don't believe it.

How old are you?

- Seventy-eight.

The same as you.

Ouch. Idiot.

How high was my consultation fee...

when you sold your mineral water firm?

Two Havanas.

One for you, and one for me.

My God, you are black!

What happens to your old body...

And Anna's?

If it all goes well,

they'll be cremated after three months.

That's the warranty length.

Warranty length!

What a thing to say

when talking about a human.

What is her name again?

Sarah.

- Sarah.

Yesterday I fell asleep in my bed,

and I awoke sitting in an armchair.

And my dreams, they are so...

different than before.

I can feel this girl inside of me.

That's normal at first.

Your subconscious must first learn

to isolate itself from Sarah.

You take the medicine punctually?

Grass smells so different than normal.

Perhaps because of my young nose?

Young nose or old nose,

to me you have the prettiest nose.

Who are you complimenting?

Me? Or her?

You must be joking.

In the 50 years of our marriage,

I've never cheated on you!

You smell great.

And?

Is everything going well

at the villa, Laurin?

I can see everything.

Then you feel comfortable?

Do you like your job?

I like it here.

I like how the African girl sings.

She is pretty.

You like Sarah, don't you?

I have to stop. He's waking up.

Hello?

Good evening.

Good evening, madam.

You sleep long.

It's taken from your time.

We've met.

You remember? At the sanatorium.

You touched me.

I can speak their language.

I can speak their language.

During the day, you're called Hermann.

I read it in Anna's diary.

That's my name during the day!

Anna.

Anna.

So you're my wife? In the day?

Why can we speak their language?

I don't know.

I can suddenly swim, too.

Bizarre, isn't it?

I think it's time to go to bed.

That guard is strange, somehow.

He looks crazy.

I like Anna.

She loves music, just like me.

How can you say that?

Those white people

will never be our friends.

We live for the community.

We have faith, ideals.

They have nothing.

Their god is the euro.

You see things too black and white.

Black and white?

I think black and white?

They're using us.

They're using us like clothes!

In the morning, they put us on;

at night, they take us off.

They lock us in.

A man and a woman,

like animals in a cage to copulate.

That's not what friends do.

You knew all that in advance!

You signed the contract.

You let yourself get paid!

They use our love for our family.

They bought our bodies.

But they must never own our souls!

I don't want you in my bedroom.

It is my bedroom too.

Hello, Alexander.

Hello, Margit. You look well.

Is that them?

Hello, Werner.

How's the stomach?

I think they look fabulous!

There's Otto.

Hey, big man!

Oh beautiful, strange man...

Here:
Otto, my oldest friend,

and he's still not sure that I'm me.

Come on,

ask me something private.

The long-legged professor in

Economic Law, second semester.

What was her name?

Don't keep the truth from our guests.

The lady in question,

Professor Samantha Van der Feldt,

flunked you because

instead of studying like the rest of us,

you sent her love letters.

To the future!

To friendship.

A million?

How much do the Africans get?

Ten percent.

The money goes to their families.

My boy, you don't really believe

that those poor devils actually get

a hundred-thousand euro, do you?

Calm down.

Let me give you some advice, Otto.

Get in line soon.

The way you've treated your body,

you don't have much time left.

Heads up, it's starting.

Thank you all for coming.

Nothing is more important to us

than friends and our life together,

even if some friends

couldn't make it today.

I would like to thank my husband.

Without Hermann, I wouldn't be here.

Come on, let's have a drink.

And what should we toast to?

To us?

To the four of us.

To the four of us.

My mouth...

I have terrible taste.

Why are you following me?

May I?

What do you call yourself?

Sarah. I'm from Ethiopia.

Sarah, I am Apolain.

I come out of Mali.

From.

Not "out of". "From".

Why did you leave your homeland?

We are the poorest of the poor.

I sold my body to help my family.

Is that what you want to hear?

We are very, very poor

and I hate poverty.

Flatbread for breakfast,

nothing for lunch, flatbread for dinner...

Is that what you wanted to hear?

With Hermann, everything has its place.

We even have separate toothbrushes.

You two are crazy.

You think I'm going to brush my teeth

with Hermann's toothbrush?

Where are you going?

Sleep?

Will you behave yourself?

Possibly.

The two of them must really

love each other very, very much.

Wait...

My mom. My brothers.

My sister. My little sister.

I want them to have a better life.

They deserve it.

I don't have a photo.

Why not?

I didn't want to take one with me.

I thought that maybe

I wouldn't miss them that much.

Oh, no!

God damn it!

What's wrong?

- They're sleeping together!

So? We do, too.

- We have to sleep separately again.

Stop acting like a child. These bodies

are just as much theirs as ours.

They like each other.

Imagine what it would be like

if they hated each other.

While we're deep in sleep,

the two negroes screw each other.

Here, take it. Delicious...

Guess how many negroes

arrived last week.

I don't want you to say that.

What?

Negroes.

Sorry. Refugees. From Africa.

No idea. Four hundred?

Dear...

Hermann! Sweetheart!

Yes?

To separate them is barbaric.

And unnecessary.

I have a different opinion.

It's too late now, anyways.

We're going to be a family soon.

A gift from God.

What?

Pregnant?

Are you sure?

Of course.

That's impossible.

The child, it's from that white devil!

We'll abort it.

No!

All children come from God.

Please calm down, Mr. Apolain.

Your cardiovascular system is stressed.

Get lost! This is private!

All the children come from God.

And for what?

So they can die like animals from hunger?

We always wanted a child.

No.

Why not?

Because you don't even know

who the father is!

Dear Sarah,

I feel the colours of your soul in me.

Your strong vitality that flows to me.

I, already with one foot in the grave,

for whom the death bell tolled,

am alive once more.

Thanks to you, Sarah.

Wonderful, is the little thing

sleeping within us.

It will soon be among the elements,

and no one can prevent it...

If we stand together, Sarah.

I made tea.

Butterfly, the weather is wonderful.

Why don't we take the boat out?

Please forgive me.

Sometimes I can really be a stupid ass.

We had a life without children, too.

We have a full life, don't we?

I'm not Anna. I'm Sarah.

Your wife, Anna, skipped her medication.

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