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(TRAIN APPROACHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOORS OPEN)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CAR HONKS)
(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
MAN 1 : What is that terrorist group? What do you call that?
- Hamas. - Hamas. That's right.
MAN 1 : Throwing what missiles and rockets into... poof! (INDISTINCT)
(MEN LAUGHING)
Would you like to come over?
Uh, yeah, sure.
MAN 1 : I'll grab you a chair.
Thanks.
- Oh, thanks. - There you go.
Oh, cheers.
Are you South African?
Um, no, I'm from Brisbane.
- MAN 1 : Brisbane? - Brisbane.
- Where the fuck is that? - (ALL LAUGHING)
- It's in Australia. - Oh, okay.
(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN 1 : Watch this, right. Watch my eyes, yeah? Are you ready?
I can do some very freaky, crazy shit with my eyes, just watch this.
Wow.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
That was close! Come on. You're not getting that? No?
Well, I...
So, uh, where are you?
Come on...
It actually means that you have a lack of calcium.
No, it means I've been drinking too much beer. That's what it means.
- You want some? - Yeah.
- Take care. See you. - Yeah.
Adieu. See you later.
- Bye. - Bye.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(SHUTTER CLICKING)
(MOANS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)
Is there a lid for this?
Or should I just...
Okay.
- VENDOR : Thank you. - Danke.
- Tschuss. - VENDOR : Tschuss.
(DOWNTOWN PLAYING IN GERMAN)
(THUDS)
MAN : No, no, no. That's okay. Do you mind?
Thank you.
Help yourself.
My father grows them in a schrebergarten.
In, uh, cardboard boxes?
No, these are from the store.
Do you like strawberries?
- WOMAN : Um... - They help you forget your problems.
What makes you think I have problems?
People who travel alone are usually in search of something, aren't they?
What makes you think that I'm alone?
I see nobody.
Do you always practice your English chatting up foreigners?
What? No. No.
I work in a sport school.
What sort of sports?
I mean, I'm an English teacher, that's why.
And you? What are you photographing?
Buildings, mostly.
I, uh, I really like the GDR architecture.
I wanna do a book.
We say DDR...
- ...Deutsche Demokratische Republik. - Yeah. No, I know.
Yeah.
- And... it was nice to meet you. - There's strawberry on my hand.
- Andi. - Clare.
Nice to meet you.
What did you... You said this was, uh, from a schreber...
Schreber. I don't know the English word for it.
Um, these are small gardens. All together and all with German flags...
...and these... those, uh, small men from Snow White.
- Dwarfs. - Yeah, dwarfs.
(BELLS CLANGING)
CLARE : Who lives in these houses?
ANDI : No one.
Actually, it's forbidden. They just come on weekends.
(SIGHS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(GROANS)
It's my mum.
She's kind of obsessed.
Does she know you're here?
Yeah.
My mother used to bring me here as a boy.
I always come here to complicate life.
What?
Um, I think you mean to, uh, you'd say "contemplate."
Oh, yeah, right.
How do you say "complicate" in German?
Verkomplizieren.
- This one is nice, huh? - Yeah, I like it.
(DOG BARKING) (GASPS)
CLARE : Fuck! Oh, my gosh. Sorry.
Yeah, he likes you.
(IMITATES BARKING)
Hi. Hi!
- Oh, my God. - So, why did you come to Berlin?
Uh, I was working for a real estate company taking photos and, um...
...you know, those life experiences that people talk about all the time?
I wanted to do that, so, I booked a ticket...
...and put my stuff in storage and...
...came here.
Pretty predictable.
ANDI : I don't know.
Maybe brave.
A wolf.
(GROWLS)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
There's a bar upstairs, um, if you want to...
...come... actually, it's more like a... kinda crappy rooftop.
I'm afraid I have to meet someone.
- Otherwise, I... - Yeah. Yeah, I have to...
...I've got stuff I have to do. I gotta pack. I'm going Dresden tomorrow.
- Dresden? - Yeah.
Why Dresden?
- Okay. - (ENGINE STARTING)
Tschuss, Clare.
It's nice to meet you.
(GLASS SMASHING)
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
WOMAN : Hello?
Hi. Can you open?
(DOOR BUZZES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(MUSIC FADES UP)
(CAR HONKING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOOR OPENS)
CLARE : That one's my favorite.
She's holding her hands like that to hide her deformed finger.
I thought you wanted to leave.
So, if you have a question, you google it.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm... I'm definitely partial toward Google.
Are you not?
You photograph disappointment.
I mean, all this DDR shit...
...all these dreams, it's all...
...invalid.
But the people were brave.
Mm. Some were brave, some just got on with it.
I mean, you can suffocate anywhere. You don't need a wall.
How do you say suffocate in German?
Uh...
...Ersticken.
- Sticken? - No. No. Erwurgen. No.
Erwurgen is...
- To choke. - Yeah.
Did a boy give you that?
No, my mum... did.
She said if I ever got into trouble...
...I could hock it and come home.
(BOTH LAUGH)
(DOOR CREAKS)
ANDI : Watch the door. It sticks.
CLARE : So quiet.
ANDI : Berlin is full of these empty places.
(KEYS JINGLING)
ANDI : Do you want a drink?
CLARE : Yeah. Thanks.
ANDI : They don't open.
Should I make us dinner?
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(MOANING)
(SHOES DROPPING)
(MOANING)
(MUFFLED GASPING)
No one will hear you.
I don't want this to end.
CLARE : All firsts end.
First airplane ride.
First time you get your ears pierced.
First drags of cigarettes.
First fuck.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
I wish we could stay like this, where we don't know each other.
CLARE : I wish I could stay.
What happens when you know someone?
(IN GERMAN) You can see all the ugliness.
What did you just say?
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
I love your accent.
I love your mouth, your smile.
I love everything.
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
ANDI : Silke...
...may I ask you to please read the quote?
"Perhaps home is not a place...
...but simply..." Um...
"...an irrevocable condition"?
Bennie, I see you obviously consumed this book on the weekend.
Yeah. Okay, I'll make it easy for you, um...
...James Baldwin wrote this in 1956 in his novel Giovanni's Room.
Who has made a start on it?
Hm?
Franka?
Um...
...uh, the character is constantly moving.
He feels a little bit shame about, um...
...about himself but...
...he says he is, um, finding himself but...
...he's... he's just...
- Flichten? - Mm. Escaping.
Yeah. He's just escaping.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
(DOOR KNOB RATTLES)
(SIGHS)
(DOORKNOB RATTLES)
What the fuck?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Andi. - (ALL SPEAKING GERMAN)
- Are you coming for a drink? - No, I can't. I need to get home.
- Why? - I'm meeting someone.
- I thought you needed to get home? - Yes, to get changed.
Stop hassling him. He's got a date.
Next time. I promise, okay?
You said that last week, too.
Yes, but I didn't mean it then.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
(KETTLE WHISTLES)
Couldn't find the key.
Did you leave me a key?
Yeah.
Sure.
I thought I'd left it on the table.
No.
I didn't... I didn't think I would be able to get back in.
And then I realized that I couldn't even leave.
You can leave now. I'll take a shower.
Did you lock me in?
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Yes, sure.
But next time...
...I'll tie you to the bed.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
- I have to go. - Hey. The key.
It's on the dresser.
Okay.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
"Mine."
(DOOR RATTLING)
(GRUNTS)
Shit. Come on.
(OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Um, I was actually gonna go. Um...
Yeah, I was thinking about going and I'll come back and get my backpack later.
I got you these.
Please open the door.
(SCOFFS)
What's all this?
CLARE : Please, Andi.
Where's my SIM card, Andi?
What did you do to the windows?
They're reinforced.
If you try to break them, I'll have to board them up.
I just bought these chairs.
(CHAIR SCRAPING)
(SCRAPING CONTINUES)
(CLATTERS)
Don't do that.
You don't have to do this.
(SIGHS)
Andi, what is going on?
"What is going on?"
You could have gone to Dresden.
You said you want to stay.
We had sex.
People... people say all sorts of things in bed.
It doesn't necessarily mean...
...anything.
(CLARE SOBBING)
CLARE : Please, dear God.
Do you like pesto?
What?
(GLASSES CLINKING)
Can we just go for dinner?
Can I have my necklace back?
Open the fucking door!
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
(ANDI SHUSHING)
(CLARE SOBBING)
No one can hear you.
MAN : (IN GERMAN) Here we have two characters in parallel narratives.
But the protagonist in Steinberg's work...
...is drowning in the author's obstinate reliance on detail.
As if the scent of a long gone perfume...
...or the mention of margarine from GDR times...
...somehow invests his character's life with authenticity.
This is very different with Erpenbeck.
(MAN CONTINUES SPEAKING GERMAN)
(MAN COUGHS)
My son.
We constantly argue about the Unrechtsstaat.
My son is of the opinion that the GDR was a state devoid of any justice.
Next time you want to talk about me and my opinions in front of others...
...then warn me please because it bothers me.
You know what bothers me?
That the lectures are reduced to summaries...
...idiotic precis.
Coffee breaks... ridiculous.
Let me.
It's all right. Let me.
You were late today.
Yes.
I met someone, Papa.
What about Natalie?
I've told you.
She's gone back to Canada.
You didn't tell me anything.
What's her name?
Clare.
Is she German?
Australian.
Why do you always choose tourists?
She is not a tourist. She lives here now.
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
(PLASTIC RUSTLING)
I told my father about us.
Here... I got you these.
I thought you might like to do puzzle.
Would you like to eat something?
I texted your mother for you.
You told her you're okay.
CLARE : But I'm not okay.
(SHOWER RUNNING)
I pay for drinks on my card.
(TURNS OFF TV)
My mum's gonna work it out.
Oh, my God.
(CAMERA WHIRRING)
There's nowhere for me to go.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Shit.
(MUSIC FADES UP)
(TOY BIRD TWEETING)
(CLATTERING)
(GRUNTS)
How was your date?
- Which... which date? - The one just recently.
Come on, tell me.
- Jana, Jana. - Yes?
I think you've got my cup.
Sorry.
- I didn't know that it was yours. I'm sorry. - It's okay.
- I'll wash it. - It's not a problem.
I'm sorry, Andi.
- Come on. Let me. - I'll do it.
(WATER RUNNING)
Sorry.
(CUP SQUEAKING)
Thanks.
(CLATTERING)
Hi.
I can't figure out this bit.
I would always do the sky first.
Can you help?
Yeah, I think that piece goes there.
(PUZZLE PIECE CLATTERS)
I think it goes somewhere in there.
ANDI : Mm-hm.
Yeah. There. Done.
(SCREAMING)
(CLARE SCREAMING)
(PANTING)
(CRYING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANS)
(SCREAMING)
(BONE CRACKING) (SCREAMS)
(CRYING)
(SHUSHING)
It's alright. It's alright.
- Stay calm. - (MUFFLED SCREAMING)
- (BONE CRACKING) - (BREATHING HEAVILY)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
MAN : (IN GERMAN) Your mother would like to see you.
Why?
You're her son.
She called.
(SIGHS)
She left us. Defected.
I don't want to see her.
How many stitches?
Twelve.
Let me see.
- It's okay, Papa. - I just want to have a look.
- Like Jesus. - How did you do this?
When I was renovating, slipped with the chisel.
You shouldn't cover it.
It's infected.
(WINCES)
Leave it.
If you want to renovate, I can give you the number of someone.
Can we just continue to play?
Please.
(GERMAN POP MUSIC PLAYING)
CLARE : I miss my mom.
There's no point in missing something you can't have back.
You have me.
(CAMERA WHIRRING)
You could do so many things.
But I just want to do this.
(SLAMS DOOR)
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Okay, now funf.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
(SHOES SQUEAKING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(BLOWS WHISTLE) (CLAPS)
That was very good.
- Team. - Work.
(SIGHS)
Shit.
(SIGHS) Come on.
Shit.
Oh, God.
Better?
Yeah.
Shall we take that off?
CLARE : I smell bad.
What would be the worst thing I could ever do to you?
Don't worry...
...I would never do it.
(ANDI CHUCKLES)
We are a team.
(KEYS JINGLING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
FRANKA : Hello.
FRANKA : (IN GERMAN) Mr. Werner?
If you say anything, I will have to kill her.
Understand?
Franka.
What are you doing here? Are you alone?
How did you get my address?
I was close by and saw you.
I'm not a stalker.
The coal man let me in.
So you followed me?
Hello.
Who is that?
My girlfriend.
You looked at me. I saw you.
You kept looking at me.
Sometimes we do things...
...without being conscious of it.
I don't know what you mean.
I think you know what I mean.
Yes, I looked. Yes. Because you made a spectacle of yourself.
If you do this again, I'll report you.
Don't make me do that.
Who's that?
Student.
What's her name?
Franka.
Turn around.
(DOOR RATTLING)
ANDI : Clare?
The door won't open.
Clare?
ANDI : Did you touch this door?
- Clare? - (WHIMPERS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SOBBING)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DOOR OPENS)
Huh?
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Can you please... stop?
- Yeah. - Please.
(IMITATES PUNCHING SOUND)
Can't you just be normal?
(WHISPERING) You're abnormal.
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS) (CLOTH RIPPING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Fuck.
(DOOR RATTLING)
(KNOCKING) (ERICH GRUNTS)
(THUNDER CRASHING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(BIRD CHIRPING)
(POWER WHIRS DOWN)
(CLARE EXHALES) (FLIPPING SWITCH)
Fuck.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
Papa. You were supposed to wake me.
Hey.
Papa?
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNIPPING)
(BLOWING)
(SIGHS) (METAL CLANKS)
(MEAT SIZZLING)
(CUTLERY CLINKING)
(CAMERA WHIRRING)
(WHIRRING CONTINUES)
(DOG SLURPING)
Hello, Stefan... it's me.
Sorry, I should have called.
Yes, my father has died.
A few days ago.
(ANDI SIGHS)
Okay.
(ACCORDION PLAYING)
(DOOR UNLOCKING)
My father's dead.
I thought you weren't gonna come back.
(ANDI SOBBING)
(CLARE SOBBING)
(GERMAN CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GERMAN MUSIC PLAYING)
Thank you.
(SIGHS)
How did you choose me?
You paused on the street.
What was I looking at?
And what about the other girl before me?
How did you choose her?
There was no other girl.
(SCOFFS SOFTLY)
You're lying.
Do you still think about her?
No.
How come?
When you were a kid, did you guys have a fake tree or a real one?
Real.
You know, we had a... (CLEARS THROAT)
...we had a... a fake.
It was so hot anyway that...
...that a real tree would have died.
And we would go out to my... my uncle's house.
He has this, like, big property...
(INAUDIBLE)
...listening to, uh, cicadas.
Cicadas?
Um, they're these little bugs that make noise.
Like, um... they go... (CHITTERING)
And then the other one goes... (CHITTERING)
...back and... (CHITTERING)
And it goes... (CHITTERING)
Then he goes... (CHITTERING CONTINUES)
And then all their friends join in. (CHITTERING)
Close your eyes.
I have a surprise for you.
- This is Lotte. She is yours now. - Hi.
(CHUCKLES)
Hi.
(GIGGLES)
Oh. She kissed me on my mouth.
Hi. Hi.
(CHUCKLES)
Do you like your present?
Yeah.
Yeah. She is so sweet.
ANDI : Do you like it?
CLARE : Yes.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(TREE CRACKING) (BOY SCREAMING)
BOY : Ow!
(PANTING)
My brother hurt his leg.
What are you doing here?
- Are you by yourself? - Yes.
- Can you get up? - Yes.
You need to help me. You need to help me. You need to call the police.
- Please, he's a bad man. He will hurt us. - Let me go.
- I don't understand you. - What? No. You need to help me.
- Call the police. He's a bad man. - I don't understand you. Let me go.
(BOY GROANING)
- WOMAN : Benni. - Mama! My mother is coming.
Everything is alright.
Your boy just fell.
- WOMAN : Thank you. - No problem.
(DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLING)
How do you think this is going...
...from one to ten?
From one to ten?
Us.
CLARE : Maybe...
...seven.
(CAR TRUNK OPENS)
(GASPS)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHITTERING, GIGGLING) (BARKS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR UNLOCKING)
- Where's Lotte? - She ran away.
(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)
(CHATTER, LAUGHTER)
(ROCKETS WHISTLING) (DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN : Second floor. I can't believe you made it.
Everything alright?
Come in.
You didn't tell me that it was a party.
I didn't tell you that it was a party?
Sorry.
How were your holidays?
(BABY CRYING) (MAN SPEAKS GERMAN)
(MUSIC CHANGING)
(SOBBING)
(FLICKS SWITCH)
(CLICKING BUTTONS)
(PHOTO ALBUM THUDS)
(WHIRRING)
(WHIRRING CONTINUES)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD COUNTING IN GERMAN)
(ALL CHEERING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
WOMAN : Andi. Leave it.
You don't have to wash up. We can do it later.
Come. It's twelve.
Does Peter mind you acting like this?
What are you talking about?
The way you throw yourself at men.
What?
(SIGHS)
Why are you like this?
I want you to go, okay?
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh... thank you.
No problem.
ANDI : What's your New Year's resolution?
Oh, I don't do them anymore.
But on New Year's Eve isn't it important to compensate your life?
What?
I think you mean, uh, "contemplate."
- Yeah, right. - (WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)
(KETTLE WHISTLING)
(GASPS)
Hey!
Fuck. Hey!
Help!
CLARE : No.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
Help! Help!
CLARE : Help!
Help!
Help! Help!
- MAN : Hello? - The door's locked!
(CLARE SCREAMING)
- CLARE : The door's locked! - Was?
(GASPS)
(CLARE SCREAMING)
(LOUD THUDS)
(SCREAMING)
(CLARE SOBBING)
(SOBBING)
(SCREAMS)
Hey, hey, listen to me.
It's your fucking fault, okay.
Now we have to clean this mess together.
- Okay? - I'm sorry.
No, no, no, come here.
I am sorry.
(CLARE SCREAMS AND SOBS)
- Take the plastic. - I can't.
Take the plastic.
(CLARE SCREAMS)
(COUGHING)
(WATER RUNNING)
ANDI : Come on, take your clothes off.
Please.
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(WHIRRING)
CLARE : ♪ When you're alone ♪
♪ And life is making you lonely ♪
♪ You can always go Downtown ♪
♪ Buildings and the traffic ♪
♪ In the city ♪ (WHIRRING CONTINUES)
♪ Linger on the sidewalk ♪
♪ Where the neon lights are pretty ♪
♪ How can you lose ♪
♪ The lights are much brighter there ♪
♪ So you can forget all your troubles ♪
♪ Forget all your fears Downtown ♪
♪ Downtown, Downtown ♪
"TOURIST MISSING"
Hey, can you pack your things together?
ANDI : Pack everything in a backpack.
I get the apartment fumigated tomorrow.
Pack your things.
(SIZZLING) (SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
What're you doing?
CLARE : The cream's in the bathroom.
ANDI : I can't find it.
It's on the bottom shelf.
(CLANGING)
(ANDI SIGHS)
(KEYS JINGLING)
(LOCKING DOOR)
(PIPES GROANING)
(INDISTINCT)
My thoughts.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MAN : You're welcome.
(GASPS)
May I go to the toilet?
Guys, please... class is not over yet.
(MURMURING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What are you doing?
What's that?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(HONKING)
(PANTING)
(CLATTERING)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
(FOOTSTEPS WALKING)
(CROWBAR CLANKING)
ANDI : Clare?
Clare?
CLARE : I'm down here.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
ANDI : Clare?
CLARE : Andi.
(LOCKING DOOR)
ANDI : Clare?
Please, Clare, open the door.
Clare, please.
(DOORKNOB RATTLES)
(ANDI YELLING) (SCREAMING)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hey.
Look at me.
It's okay.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC CHANGES)
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