All My Loving

A TALE OF THREE SIBLINGS

What is this place?

Why? The food's good. You can always get a table.

Where's Julia? - With Rocco. At the vet.

What's up with him this time? - Nothing! You know that.

That dog really drives me nuts. - Don't tell her that. She needs him.

What's up with Dad?

He won't get any help.

He refuses to go to the doctor.

And Mum?

Same as ever. She's looking after the chickens...

Call her sometime. - Okay.

There you two are! Hello.

I'm sorry. - Doesn't matter.

Can't stay long. Rocco has a stomach bug. They wouldn't let him in, so he's in the car!

Will you just take off your coat?

Have you ordered? Why on earth did we meet here?

Stefan chose it.

How's Christian? - Good. We're going to Turin.

Really? Which hotel? - "Inglaterra".

It's divine! - Really? I've never been to Turin.

I'm so happy for you. - Tobias, don't treat me like an invalid.

What did I say? - We're just going away.

And I just said I was happy. - I'm not retarded, you know.

We'll have another bottle of wine.

A bottle of sparkling water, a burrata and the small tarte flambée.

Nothing for me, thanks.

I'm not sure yet.

Take your pick. It's all good. - Really?

What will you do with Rocco?

I don't know yet.

I can look after him.

You? - Yes, why not?

At such short notice? - Sure. I'll take time off.

But you know nothing about dogs. - Oh, I'll manage.

He doesn't like being alone. - Hang on, who'll go and see Mum and Dad?

I can't. I'll have the dog. - Someone has to take him to the doctor.

Are you going to order? - Yes.

What are you having?

Okay, he'll have what I'm having. - Very good.

Seriously, though. Why do you assume I'll go? - Oh, come on. Tobi...

What about Maren? - Well, she's busy.

Three kids and a thesis. Isn't that enough? - Well...

Stop. - Why? It's true.

Give him a break. Can we not argue, just for once?

I don't want to argue.

What's "true" then? What?

Right, I'm leaving.

Oh, come on, Julia. - Bye. I'm really sorry.

Take care. Rocco needs me.

Here we go...

How are the kids? - Great.

Great.

EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE

Drive it!

Stefan!

Are you okay?

Now put the visor down, please.

So here you are again, Mr. Hoffmann.

How are you? - Good... I'm feeling a lot better.

Your heart rate is back to normal, so that's great.

And your blood pressure is down again.

Hearing...

40 percent left, 42 percent right.

No improvement. - I just need a bit more rest.

It'll sort itself out.

You've been off sick for three months and there's no improvement.

Just give me a bit longer. Please.

We've tried everything. I think you just have to accept it.

Please.

I'm sorry.

What does this mean?

You're no longer fit to fly.

Have you thought of retraining, perhaps? There are lots of options.

But I want to fly.

Out you go, Rocco. Go and have a pee.

Come on, go for walkies!

Come on!

Move it! Come on! Move it!

Come on!

You can sit there, Rocco.

A cosmopolitan, please. - Certainly.

Stop. - How?

Stop! - I can't.

Just look away. - I can't.

Why not? - I just can't.

There you go. - Thanks.

Pilot, right?

Staying in town for long?

No, just for a night.

And tomorrow?

Barcelona tomorrow.

A beautiful city...

Yes. Very beautiful.

I want to get in there now.

Okay.

GOOD MORNING. AWAKE YET?

I LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU TOO.

WE'RE THINKING OF YOU.

Hi, Vicky, this is Dad.

Look, I landed just now.

Just going through customs. I'll be right there.

Hey, this is Vicky. Leave a message. - Oh, fuck!

Vicky... It's me again. Rocco's at my place.

Could you take him for a walk?

Okay. Bye.

Are you there, Vicky?

Rocco?

Shit!

Oh, shit, shit, shit.

Vicky!

Hello.

Dad?

Rocco, move it! Go away!

Why is Rocco here?

Julia's gone away with Christian...

It's only for a few days.

But you were away too.

Yes, but not for so long. - Where were you?

Doesn't matter.

Exactly. Pour it in.

And ten drops of that.

What is this?

Medicine. - Why? Is he sick?

You know what Julia's like.

Nothing's coming out.

Nothing?

It's alright.

That's a lot...

Rainer split up with Mum.

What? - Moved out.

Really?

Mum won't stop crying.

Well, maybe it's for the best. They just argued all the time.

Well, maybe.

Come on, let's go out. It stinks in here anyway.

Hit it crosscourt again.

Was it still in? - Yes.

A stroke of luck!

Come on!

Damn. How many?

27 times.

Again?

Let's go, Stefan. - Okay, I'll be there in a minute.

Where are we going?

The others might have to wait in business class or...

Really? That sounds just fine... - Okay.

Ever flown first class? It's pretty amazing.

Once you've flown first class, you can't go back to coach. I certainly can't.

Josi's flown with me a lot.

Vicky! Come and have a swim! Come on!

It's amazing!

Has it got bacon in it?

Oh, shit... Yes. Is that a problem?

No, it doesn't matter.

Dubai has the best one.

Come with me, if you like.

It's not bad at the Interconti in Hong Kong either.

If you could choose, where would you go?

What do you mean?

Wherever you wanted. Mongolia, Russia...

Tell me.

To the beach, of course.

Wouldn't that be nice.

Dad, I don't want to live with Mum anymore.

I can't take it when she cries all the time.

I just want to move out.

Hey!

Hey, you!

How are you? - Good.

Look. It's my daughter. - What?

Yes.

No way! I had no idea.

Say "hello", Vicky. - "Hello".

She's sweet. Do you look like each other? - No.

Oh, come on. We do a bit.

Come on, I want to see.

Listen...

A woodpecker.

Well, I'll see you later then.

Dizzy?

Okay.

It'll be gone in a minute.

It's better, huh?

Yes.

If you get dizzy, do that a few times. It often helps.

Don't get up just yet. You'll need a few more minutes.

What?

You're an absolute darling.

Hang on a minute.

Hey.

Hi.

Hello?

I'm sorry. She doesn't want to after all.

What?

Well... She changed her mind.

She doesn't fancy you.

Another time, maybe.

Shit!