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.
8 EVENT HORIZON
So... we...
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, I know...
But she's lying to us the whole time!
And she's making up her language!
So... 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.
Oh 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.
Okay, what are we going to do this week?
Well, I'd love to go with you all to Holland.
-There's a Primel Adventure Park there. -That's great.
On Friday, we wanted to do karaoke where we only sing songs about pain.
-Okay. -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.
-Hey. -Hey.
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.
-Okay. -You know...
In university, 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 in this venue 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? Okay.
Prove it.
Sorry.
Sorry for the burp.
Oh, 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 horseshit.
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.
Shit. Fuck!
Yeah.
-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... -Portugal.
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. -Fuck!
Shit. 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 fucking 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, fucking, 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, I... 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.
Fuck 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 fuck, you know?
Let's fuck capitalism together.
Let's fuck 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's 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.
8 pm at the Aral gas station?
Sure.
I don't know, Jason.
This is our only chance.
-It'll be fine. -Okay.
Portugal.
Sorry.
Fuck.
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.
Okay. The song has ended.
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 carry on.
-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 fucked 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 shit!
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?
-Oh 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.
Fuck.
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.
Oh, sweet. Look!
That chimney there.
Shall I play something on the flute?
No.
Okay.
Shit.
All gone.
Oh well. What the hell.
-It was too clichÃ©d 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.