02x08 - Ereignishorizont

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I didn't talk to anyone

because I don't want anyone
to understand.

I don't want to be understood.

Under no circumstances
do I want understanding from this world.

Except perhaps from one person.

Who understands
that it's not possible to understand it.

{\an8}8. EVENT HORIZON

{\an8}So... we...

{\an8}So, the girl that ran away, she's with us.

- Pardon?
- We found the missing girl.

She stepped into our car.

She taught us French and she steals money.

She invented things,
and she trained for her dance.

Which girl?

The girl.

- Yes, but where's the girl?
- No.

Not where. The girl.

The girl.

- Which girl?
- She must be here somewhere.

- Where?
- I don't know. Somewhere.

She was here just now. Honestly.

You want me to find the girl?

She is missing, because you lost her?

No, no. She was missing before.

So she was already missing,
and then you lost her?

Yes. The girl.

From the TV.

Are you okay?

- Yeah. Yeah?
- I'm okay.

- Yeah. Yes.
- We are okay, yeah. We...

She was standing by the road.

We should
have got rid of her much sooner...

But she's lying to us the whole time!

And she's making up her language!

I'm going to get you a doctor.

Thank you, everyone,

for sharing your most horrible thoughts
of the last 24 hours.

It can only get better.

So, before Kriss runs us
through some Iron Maiden yoga,

I have a little exercise for us all.

I would like you all
to ask this person a question.

My dear Dr. Berg-Berth,
what question do you have for Madlen?

- That's not a question.
- It can be simple.

- Yes.
- Yes.

What's the weather going to be like?

That's a crap question.
It has to have something to do with you.

How do I gain control?

By buying control on the internet
and then throwing it in the trash.

Who else has a question?

How do I become calm?

That's really easy.

You take a glass of milk.

Then mix it with cocoa.

Then you put a Bounty bar in it
and wait for an hour.

During that time, you do nothing
other than wait for the Bounty to melt.

Then you mix it all up with your fingers
and drink it with a large straw.

While you do that,
you can watch TikToks if you want.

And you?

Why don't you talk?

He doesn't like to.

Do you think it's cool not to talk?

Best leave him alone.

Well, then, good luck.

Thanks.

And thanks for not raping me,
dismembering me,

and throwing me in a ditch.

You were lucky.

If I ever go to Tibet,
I'll say hi to your dad.

Interesting to have met
a descendent of a holy family.

Equally interesting to have met a biker.

Take care.

Yeah, and I wanted to ask...

Keep practicing. I'll be back in a bit.

What happened to you?

- Roland.
- Roland.

Roland, not Ronald.

You keep saying Ronald.

Roland von Wels.

- I am your wife, Inga.
- Inga.

We said we wanted
to rebury you for religious reasons.

Okay, the documents

seem to be in order.

The Lord will thank you for this.

Yes. Well, thank you very much, Mr. Wels.

Von.

Yes, thank you, Mrs. Wels.

You're welcome.

We'll put up a thank-you plaque.

For the

extremely generous donation.

Our pleasure.

Yes.

Have fun.

I didn't know you could
just cry on cue like that.

I can do different things on cue too.

No one wants to know that.

Well...

And now we're here.

Monday, Tuesday
and Wednesday afternoon are still free.

- Okay.
- And Wednesday morning too.

That means from Tuesday to Wednesday,
we could do something longer.

Can everyone swim?
Stupid question, but...

Yep.

So what are we going to do this week?

Well, I'd love to go
with you all to Holland.

- There's a Primal Adventure Park there.
- That's great.

On Friday, we wanted to do karaoke
where we only sing songs about pain.

Cool.

Okay, time for the pills.

Everyone takes what he or she wants.

Arno, what would you like?

I'd like something for the evening
that makes you feel nice and spongy.

- I'd recommend Tavor.
- Then some of those.

Great, thanks.

- Franzi.
- Nope, not right now, thanks.

For you, Dr. Berg-Berth?
A few placebos, I presume?

No.

I'd like an upper.

No problem.
Why shouldn't we take the drugs we want?

Who says that that's right or wrong?

In a self-managed clinic,

everyone is allowed to take

what he or she feels like.

For you?

And the journey continues.

Kriss.

- A downer for you, I assume?
- Absolutely.

Yes, yes, yes!

Okay, Girls Stars
of our Summer Dance Camp.

Before the jury announces which of you
will be the Giga Girls Star,

after a short break, the unmistakable,
incomparable band Julie will perform!

No idea.

Okay, Girls Stars Summer Dance Camp!

I'm Helene Sternberg.
Do you want to see my dance?

Aaric.

Helene.

I'm happy you could make it.

Of course.

I ordered us some oysters already.

- Yeah.
- Oysters! I love oysters!

You eat them regularly?

I would even say
I eat them over-regularly.

You know,

in college,
they called me the oyster lady.

You know, because I love
to crack them and look what's inside.

That's a good thing, because here
they serve them unopened.

Yeah.

And then they leave you with this...

- Excuse me. White wine?
- Yeah.

They're like, now you do the job!

Not a problem at all.

You think you can do it?

Prove it.

Sorry.

Sorry for the burp.

Jay-Bee, you don't need to say sorry.

No, I do.

You often think you have to apologize.

I didn't trust you about Helene.

Yes.

- Sorry.
- No.

You were right.

We're screwed.

- Yes.
- So...

I'm sorry, okay?

We could say that we're both sorry.

We say, "Sorry."

No, I think we should
stick to first-person statements.

When I was younger I had this...

I had a huge fascination with knives.

You know, my family, they had this...

knife company in Jalalabad.

Yes, so...

- What did you cut?
- What did I cut? I mean...

I cut wood.

I cut pipes that I could blow

into my mother's ears when she slept.

I cut small holes in my curtains
to let light in, you know?

- And to peek out.
- That's nice.

That's nice, yeah.

And then I cut myself.

I cut my arms and my legs sometimes.

It's like...
It's the emptiness, you know.

I mean, the whole world is empty.

I feel like I was raised on empty goals.

You know, be successful.

Go to California.

Become a product developer.

Start a blog.

- Yeah.
- Gain wealth.

Buy, sell, invest.

- Believe.
- Yeah, it's like...

Put two different baseball caps
on the same piece of sh*t.

That's a good one.
I'm gonna make a note of that.

And now?

No idea.

- You could ask your parents...
- There's nothing left.

They're broke.

They overstretched themselves
buying a jade spa.

I'll be pleased not to inherit any debt.

sh*t. f*ck!

You're writing down what I say?

Sometimes, yeah.

Can I see?

- Can you?
- Wait.

Yeah, clean those fatty fingers.

You are crazy.

I mean, I wish I was crazy.

But... yeah.

In fact, I'm just...

Yeah, I'm empty.

You know,

maybe you should soak on some flowers.

Like a bee. Or walk around in the city,

pretending you're the city
walking through Aaric Skargan.

How can you say something that dumb
and that genius at the same time?

- It's like...
- Yeah.

What about the company?

The building here
is insured against fire.

And?

If it burns down,
we could pay off our debts.

And have 100,000.

Then we can start all over again in...

Yes.

In Portugal.

Yes.

I'm so glad that you like the idea.

But what could the force majeure be
that's responsible for the fire?

There are all these, like, ideas,

pseudo-philosophical ideas

on how to cure the emptiness, you know,

how to fill that void.

And I've done all that.
I've been to Lhasa.

I do weekly video therapy sessions

with an elder
from this Australian tribe, or whatever,

and it gives me nothing.

And what you've taught me is that
by admitting to this total chaos

and, like, grinding,
and that loss, you know?

That I can somehow, you know,

get closer to myself, in a way.

- I love you.
- f*ck!

sh*t. Come here. Come here.

That shouldn't have happened.

So, what about the company?

Helene, I love you.

Yeah.

Of course.

I love you too!

This, this, this...

I love you too.

Of course, I love you too.

This oyster is a f*cking hard one.
It just refuses to get open.

Yeah, it's just like you.
A hard one to crack.

I'm not an oyster.

No, you're not an oyster, Helene.

You're pure, f*cking, sexy,
lovely chaos, and I love that.

A sexy, lovely chaos.

Thanks.

What I came here for today
was to tell you that...

I have decided to leave Germany.

I'm off.

I want to travel, and I want to read.

I want to lose direction.

And I want to do it with you.

I mean...
Honestly, I didn't care about your idea.

I know only one force majeure.

Yes.

- It makes total sense.
- Yes.

- Which is terrible.
- Yes.

But it makes sense.
It makes total sense.

It's awesome.

Jason, I just have to go and puke,
but it makes total sense.

f*ck your business.

I wanted to invest in...

In the feeling that you gave me.

You know?

And, I mean, I have a check for you.

Yeah, I wrote a check.
It's a silly check.

It's for 800K and I mean,

you should probably
just throw it away, you know?

Spend it.

Waste it. Like, rip it apart.
I don't give a f*ck, you know?

Let's f*ck capitalism together.

Let's f*ck on
an old empty chicken farm in Indonesia.

I think this is the best investment
I can make right now.

This is gold.

And, I mean, it's probably
a lot to take in right now, but...

Think about it and come back to me.

Come back.

- Hey, Helene.
- Hey.

Hey, Mrs. "Hey, Helene."

So...

Your financial problems...

Do you fancy driving
around the city again, smoking?

And breaking in somewhere?

Sure. Why not?

- What's happened?
- What do you mean?

When you're like this either something
happened or you want something.

- You want something.
- No.

- Something's happened.
- Maybe.

Something to do with Jason?

Something to do with Jason.

Well...

Honestly, I've been thinking
about it for a while.

You know what?

Let's drive around, smoke,
break into a house. Let's do it.

- Only if you inhale the smoke properly.
- Yeah, sure.



Sure.

I don't know, Jason.

This is our only chance.

- It'll be fine.
- Okay.

Portugal.

Sorry.

f*ck.

I AM BERG-BERTH

I AM A BADGER FROM SOMALIA

I've gone through all the formulas.

The only way I can come back

is by leaving.

There is no one I have to be grateful to.

There's at most
one person I'm interested in.

She's probably reading
this letter right now,

because she herself
is the opponent of all of her own rules

and is therefore perhaps herself
the theorem of the theorem

of the great collision.

Now you.

The song is over.

We have to break in.

Sure.

I kind of recognize this place.

There's bound to be an alarm here.

They're everywhere.
You can crack it, right?

I'm not sure.

- Is something wrong?
- No, everything's fine.

I know that face.

Fine, it's up to you, Helene. Let's go.

Let's do it.

- A question, Maike.
- Yes.

- Can you see that too?
- What?

The light.

What light?

Where is he?

I think if I put in a good word,
the Americans will take him with them.

- You'd just have to get him to Florida.
- Thanks.

Someone once had the idea

of putting down rails
and traveling on them into space.

An Amtrak ticket to space, so to speak.

But the trend is towards data.

Yeah, sure.

A crap sentence, right?

- "The trend is towards data."
- Even just "the trend is towards."

What would be better?

The trend is an entanglement
and a development at the same time.

THIS STORY IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS.

THIS STORY IS BASED

BASED.

[LOOSELY ;]]

Okay Girls Stars of Summer Dance Camp.

Before the jury announces which of you
will be the Giga Girls Star,

after a short break,

the unmistakable, incomparable
Helene Sternberg will perform.

You're a lost generation.

Our generation...

You f*cked up!

You do what your parents tell you to do,
what your friends tell you.

What Julie tells you.

You're all the same and you're all sh*t!

I have someone with me
you might like, if you want to know him.

A new boyfriend?

Not a boyfriend,

more like...

a brother.

Is he pretty?

He's very taciturn.

You already know him.
You picked him up with me.

He's very flexible

and very taciturn.

That's great. Then you can talk more.

Come on, come on.

Say, wasn't Jesus a shepherd too?

- Yes, and he was pansexual.
- Really?

Yes, I read it on Facebook.

I'll bet five guilders
that the sea's over the hill.

I bet five guilders it isn't.
I say there's another summit.

I raise you ten guilders
and an amphora of wine.

Deal.

f*ck.

I think it's beautiful too.

- How so?
- I'm an inner observer.

That means I can look
at everything neutrally

and enjoy everything I see.

Sweet. Look!

That chimney there.

Shall I play something on the flute?

No.

sh*t.

All gone.

Oh well. What the hell.

- It was too clichéd for me, anyway.
- Yes, that's right.

- Should we breed something else?
- What else should we breed?

Owls?

Yeah, that's brilliant, Dad.

And it's not as Jesus-y either.