Cassandra

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What the hell? Open the door now, goddammit.

But we've only just found each other again.

Dad, stay here.

- -David.

-Come on. Sit down again. - Shit.

Where is my phone? Fynn, you got your phone?

David.

David.

Do you hear that?

If you don't grab a seat right now and listen up,

things will get pretty uncomfortable in here.

Dad, just obey her, please.

Daddy.

It'll be okay, sweetie.

What do you want from us?

I suppose I'd better give you some answers, hmm?

BIG CHARITY GAME IN MEMORY OF OUR BOYS

-You ready? Kick-off's in half an hour. -

-I'll be right there. - Okay.

FLOUR, BACON, STOMACH TABLETS

- - You can do it! You all can do it!

Are you okay, sweetie?

You seem so absent-minded lately.

Thomas takes after you.

Could be worse.

-Hey. I'm sittin' right here. -

One year ago, an incomprehensible tragedy

struck the league.

In honor of the deceased players of Wühlheim Soccer Club,

Frank Lauwitz, Michael Kühne, and Jens Schöttner,

please stand for a minute of silence.

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Keep it up. Great job.

Other way! Come on.

Nice, Peter. Run.

-Go, Peter. Get after it! -Go! Come on!

Let's go!

-Stay on it, now. Come on! Go, Peter! -Hey, c'mon! Go, go get it!

Come on! Go get it!

-What? That was nothing! -A red card?

Bunch of bullshit.

Knock that off!

What is up with you? You're not acting like yourself.

You wanted this, right? For me to try harder?

Yes, but this isn't you.

The other boy's leg might have been broken, Peter.

It wouldn't have happened if… I had been able to quit.

The way you promised.

The boys you played with get sh…

Your teammates perish,

and then you go and leave the team right after.

-Can you imagine how that would look? -It's cool, Mom.

You always want what's best for me.

I'm not going to let my son suffer in a jail cell.

Of course not. Not when home is so much nicer.

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Peter, dinner's ready!

I can't tonight.

- Do you have plans? -I'm meeting someone.

Tell me about…

…that someone.

What was that?

Tell me about who you're meeting.

No one, really.

Peter? Talk to me.

It's with a girl. Okay, Mom?

I better get that.

Could be Jürgen.

-I'm almost there. -But I don't want you to come yet.

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-Hello? - Birgit? It's me.

Sandy?

I ha…

-I have to talk to Horst. -What makes you think he's here?

I don't have time for games. Just hand him the phone.

Have you tried his work yet, sweetie?

Jiminy Cricket, Birgit. I can see his car in front of your door.

What's going on?

Shit.

Honey.

I thought Jürgen was home and we'd have a drink together.

I'm not stupid.

We're both aware that Monday to Wednesday, Jürgen's away working.

And that those are the exact days you're always doing overtime.

And obviously other…

…other things also.

Are you okay?

It's me. Something's wrong, Horst.

Experience tells me it's better to get straight to the point

than to beat around the bush.

Your wife has cancer.

As far as we can tell, there's barely an organ

that isn't affected.

I'm sorry?

I'm truly very sorry.

What's next?

Treatment-wise, of course. We cut it out?

I'm afraid surgery isn't gonna help us here.

The cancer's everywhere.

I'm sure there are other avenues, though.

What about this chemotherapy?

Theo, from the Adler, tried that method, didn't he?

As you know, Theo's treatment wasn't successful.

And to be blunt, his prognosis was significantly better.

Of course, we can start you on chemotherapy.

But if you ask me,

I would say to use your time and fulfill some of your dreams.

You are a doctor, goddammit!

I've never seen anything like this.

What are you saying?

Mrs. Schmitt,

have you been exposed to any kind of radiation recently?

Please excuse me.

Sweet pea?

Honey.

We'll get a second opinion. I promise.

Why? You know exactly what happened.

-You wanna make sure I'm really dying? - Honey!

The situation's ideal.

Now, at last, you can be with your dear Birgit.

Main issue now is Jürgen. But you'll think of something.

-You think I'm some kind of monster? -Oh, knock it off, Horst!

You're not the victim here.

I'm sorry. What happened with Birgit was a mistake.

-The work, the stress-- -Birgit can go to hell!

I could've handled that.

Just like I handle the fact

that your work is much more important than me.

But that you were an awful father? I'll never get over that.

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["Tränen lügen nicht" by Michael Holm playing]

It's great for nausea. Hmm?

Trust me, hon.

I'd always make my mother a cup of this when she'd have a few too many.

Don't you want to bring her by sometime?

This someone you're always seeing.

Um, uh…

I'm not sure her father would approve.

Her family is really religious. That's why we sneak around.

-How romantic. -

Then tell me about her. I'd like to know.

Well, she's really smart.

She's really interested in politics and always wants to know what's happening.

And she loves the Stones and Steve McQueen.

We can talk about movies for hours without it ever getting boring.

But we can also just sit next to each other.

In silence.

That sounds wonderful, darling.

Guess you're not marrying me, after all.

Don't you remember?

When you were little, you'd tell me,

"Mama, when Papa's gone, I'll marry you instead, all right?"

It's true. Even at school. You told all the teachers.

- "I'm marrying my mama!" -

You were such a cute little…

…kid.

When'd you start stuttering?