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So, after my partner left, I was just totally empty.
No hope for the future. I was in really bad shape.
Eventually, I realized I had to stop burdening my friends with it.
I had the impression that, after two or three months,
everyone pretty much expects you to be okay.
But I wasn't.
And eventually I was all alone with my misery.
So you said to yourself,
I'll set up an agency for heartbreak. Well, against heartbreak.
Well, it wasn't quite that fast.
I can't live without him.
Hey, heartbreak hits everyone hard.
I don't know what I'd do without you.
THE HEARTBREAK AGENCY
OWNED BY MARIA GEIGER SEMINARS, COACHING, THERAPY APPOINTMENTS
HEARTBROKEN? MAKE AN APPOINTMENT TO SEE US!
When it comes down to it,
that's the main thing I offer heartbroken people.
I'm just there for them.
This is just the beginning, Santje. Just the beginning.
No. It's over.
- But our relationship is great! - It's not a relationship, Karl.
What is it then?
Sex and breakfast.
Those are both really important things in a relationship.
- Sure. - Baby. Hey.
Let's... Let's just... Can't we at least first... shower together?
This is about me for once.
My feelings. This feels good. Just like my heartbreak therapist said.
Your what?
My heartbreak therapist. She says you're not even capable of love.
She says what?
Where's my car?
What?
My 1970s GT.
Fuck you, Karl.
Santje!
It's a collectible!
THE HEARTBREAK AGENCY
Karl? What are you doing here?
I live here.
Did you cheat on her?
She wanted to meet your mom, so you ended it?
You're way off.
I mean, you always end it once it feels restrictive. Hey!
She broke up with me.
Sure. Santje popped your break-up cherry.
Don't be silly. It's happened dozens of times.
I just don't blubber about it endlessly.
And it wasn't really Santje, actually.
Someone put ideas in her head about how I'm no good for her.
- A heartbreak therapist. - Heartbreak therapy? That agency?
Hey. Don't...
go in there.
Not in my bed, dude! What's wrong with you? Why do you do that?
So you said to yourself,
I'll set up an agency for heartbreak. Well, against heartbreak.
So I thought, "If I can't get laid, I'll wreck other people's relationships."
When it comes down to it,
that's the main thing I offer heartbroken people.
I'm just there for them.
Great story, lovely woman.
- Thanks, Sucre. - What's your angle?
The woman used to be a PR manager at DWH. She understands marketing.
And now she's set up an agency creating emotional needs which she then fixes.
For 120 euros an hour.
No, not another one of those. We don't need a lawsuit after everything you write.
We don't need an exposé.
I'd rather know how she does it.
Write about heartbreak. And how to overcome it.
I see. So, with you as editor, Splash will be a magazine about feelings?
Feelings aren't embarrassing anymore. We can talk about them.
Of course.
For 120 euros an hour.
Or, you know what? Go ahead and pay me 150.
Then I'll cure not just your heartbreak, but also scurvy and unicorn bites.
A three-for-one deal.
- You can do the story. - Thanks.
But I don't want a "gotcha" interview.
Okay.
Welcome to the Heartbreak Agency.
Please go on in. Maria will be with you soon.
BACK ON CLOUD 9
The North Korea of lonely hearts.
Are you properly awed?
Maria Geiger, hello.
Karl Nieke, Splash Magazine.
I always like to open my interviews with an awkward moment.
Ah.
Don't you think the personality cult here comes off as a little obsessive?
No. I mean, we use a lot of hearts in our decor.
It works well to symbolize love.
And why do you need to symbolize it?
To show what we do here. Would you like a cookie?
No, thanks.
So the name "Heartbreak Agency" doesn't already do that?
You really want to challenge Kim Jong Un?
Please, take a seat.
- It's okay if I record this? - Yes, of course.
I'm happy to tell you what we do here.
You know, people who have had their hearts broken
are often reluctant to see a therapist about it.
However, the pain really is very similar to a period of depression.
Everything okay?
Yep.
I originally set up the agency because of a personal experience of heartbreak...
Thanks, but I've read and watched all your interviews.
So what do you want to know?
Let's talk about exactly how this would work.
- So, let's say a woman comes to you-- - Or a man.
Or a man, and they're still in a relationship.
Yeah, that happens, right? You can feel heartache even in a relationship.
So you advise them to leave their partner?
No, it's more that I start a process rather than offer specific advice.
- So, the woman's unhappy-- - Or the man.
Or the man, and you reach a conclusion.
This guy is incapable of love.
Yes, well, yes, that happens.
Sometimes we're so wounded we don't trust ourselves to, or we forget how.
But this man you've just diagnosed, you've never met him.
Well, we don't do couples therapy.
So you make the assessment from a distance
and pronounce this guy incapable of love.
We don't make assessments or pronouncements.
But yes, some people can't love.
- Bye. - Bye.
My car!
Bye! Have a nice day!
"This is the condition of 21st-century women."
"Boundlessly self-actualized even in their personal lives,
they clamor in a shrill voice about a lack of CEO positions
and the use of gendered nouns."
"But no sooner does one of the men they've happily thrown by the wayside
dare go there willingly, then bam!"
"The modern-day matriarchal snowflake
snaps back into the shell of typical female behavior
faster than she can say 'sexist bullshit.'"
Wow.
Too much?
- And then some. - Great.
"Fifty years after sexual liberation,
a savvy self-promoter is making mountains of money."
"Because women still haven't grasped that freedom has a price."
"You might get dumped. Big deal."
"For previous generations, the emotional wounds
these wussesses claim to suffer would have been just another Tuesday."
Unbelievable...
"So they spend as much as a bicycle courier makes in two full days
to tell a woman who lives surrounded by cardboard cut-outs of herself
like some narcissistic ice queen
that Bernd isn't turned on by her hoo-ha anymore."
Hey, good morning.
Hey, my dude.
Hey, Sucre, bro.
Adam's waiting for you.
So. Who are we taking down today?
Sorry, Karl. You.
"Wussesses"?
Girls can be wusses too.
This topic had potential, man, and this is what you do with it?
Your views on gender are so out of date.
You could've maybe gotten away with this in the '90s, but that was 30 years ago.
The '90s were not...
Your article rehashes the same old shitty patriarchal tropes.
Now more than ever, we must handle this issue with sensitivity and awareness.
"Generation Z!"
We show respect, we don't discriminate--
I don't discriminate. I gendered appropriately.
- Gendered appropriately? - Wuss-esses.
Karl, you posted the article without my approval.
Maybe Benno was okay with that, but things here work differently now.
And it's not working out with you.
What?
You're suspended without pay.
What? You can't... You can't do that.
I... The people love me.
They... I've shredded everyone and everything in this town!
This is different, Karl.
And the fact you don't understand that is why I have to suspend you.
Mr. Nieke.
Ms. Geiger, I'm sorry,
it was never the magazine's intention to wreck your agency's reputation...
Sure, it's okay, I just wanted to have a quick word with Mr. Nieke, is that okay?
He no longer works here.
See, everything's working out just as you'd like.
I actually just wanted to tell you something.
Sure, go ahead.
It's kind of personal...
You can say it here. Listen up, everyone, Ms. Geiger has something to say.
So?
I know that you didn't write your article out of journalistic interest.
You were at our offices yesterday and took something out of the Let Go Box.
No, I didn't.
I didn't. What kind of junk box is it anyway?
The Let Go Box is there so clients can symbolically release an item
that reminds them of their unhappy love.
Unfortunately, Mr. Nieke removed something instead.
An item your ex-girlfriend had let go of.
A little toy car.
A little toy car?
It's my little toy car!
A 1970s GT! And you don't just chuck that in some crap pseudopsychology box!
I suspect you wanted to meet with me
because you think my agency caused your breakup.
Everything was fine until Santje talked to you.
And my wish for you is for you to understand
why the relationship really fell apart.
So I'm here to offer you my support in grieving the loss of this relationship.
Thanks.
You're very welcome.
Bye.
Well, I stubbed my toe really hard.
Full force against the closet. It hurt.
And the best thing?
That the ice cream man was still there.
And you?
Also the ice cream man.
That he was there this morning and he had banana ice cream.
I love you like crazy.
Mom? I forgot about the cactus.
That's okay, it's a cactus.
But I promised.
I can't come with you, I'm already asleep, see?
You've got a cheese sandwich, a plum, a pickle and a little cookie.
Yummy.
You've got a honey sandwich, a banana, a cucumber crown and little tomatoes.
Not a single cookie?
Maybe...
Olaf, hi.
Dad? I want to talk to Dad.
Hold on a sec. Uh, no, I'm taking Hedi to school. When do you need it?
Okay. I'll just quickly pass you over to Hedi.
I just wanted to let you know that your favorite columnist is back on the market.
Call me.
Thanks. Bye.
What's wrong?
Uh, a date. I'm about to go on a date with Luca. Finally.
Luca, he? Or Luca, she?
You and your pronouns.
I can't sit still. He said he wants to really get to know me.
Hey.
You're not at all my type.
Neither of you.
A lot of people forget to eat when they're heartbroken. How about you?
I haven't eaten anything in three days.
Want to try some?
You know, it's great that you reached out for help.
You've taken the first big step.
The first step? Of how many?
There's no time pressure.
I'm 41.
How am I supposed to start all over again?
Yeah. I didn't feel Splash was a good fit anymore.
They've gotten too square, mainstream.
Yes, and so I thought I could finally write something for you.
Yes! I'm back on the market, if you want to call it that...
No, not everything I write is sexist.
It... was the zeitgeist.
Yes, that was... asshole-y.
Please get in touch if you hear of anything, okay?
You're only here because you can't find anything else.
No, I've already had three offers.
I'll write what you want. I'll write about destiny.
About feelings.
I'll make a public apology and withdraw that...
macho crap.
So write me a proper article.
Okay! No problem.
About what?
Write about heartbreak, Karl. And how to get over it.
Sincerely. And with feelings. And you know what?
For this whole thing to work,
you'll go get some therapy with Maria Geiger.
Sibylle, what exactly about this is so hard for you?
I always wanted to have kids, but...
now I have to tell my parents they'll never have grandkids.
Clearly I've been off course this whole time.
For me, it's that...
well, last week...
- It's okay. - Thanks.
Kryptonite. For me, it's like kryptonite. Timea is my kryptonite.
Like Superman.
He's invincible, but there's this stuff that makes him vulnerable. Kryptonite.
She ghosted me everywhere. Even on MySpace.
We hadn't even met yet when she was active on MySpace.
So, she logged into her old Myspace account
just so she could ghost me.
So she still thinks about me.
I totally know the feeling.
But... that kind of false hope, in the end, just hurts more.
I don't know what I could have done.
But you're Superman.
Karl.
Excuse me. Sorry. Please, continue.
No, we're going to listen.
Go on.
Okay, sure.
My girlfriend left me...
No, please. Please don't. Don't make that sound. Guys...
Karl, how does it feel?
When the group shows sympathy like that?
It feels like the group is totally deranged.
We're all free people.
We're free to get together,
and if it's no longer working out, then we meet other people.
So now you're single. That's awesome!
And you're a stalker and should be locked up.
Right. You and me, outside.
I know you're not there yet.
And you can't yet open up. But you won't ruin the progress my group is making.
But they're so... They're so...
Well, maybe there's no point in you doing this.
No.
You misunderstood. It's not that I don't respect you.
I actually have huge respect for enterprising women.
For women in general.
I...
I really want to learn.
And...
I promise I'll never do anything like that again.
Two conditions. Leave my patients alone.
Okay.
And you do the full program. From beginning to end.
Okay?
Welcome to the Heartbreak Retreat.
You'll see. You'll make a wonderful recovery with us.
It will do you a world of good. You'll overcome your heartache.
- Right. - Right. Here is your schedule
and the accompanying book. Then there's...
self-care products, and this,
that bottle, this one...
So you can sleep well.
And, very important, your yoga mat.
You can't tell me every participant gets this level of brand marketing.
So, it says here that Mr. Nieke gets the full, all-round package.
Aha. Got it.
Exactly. Right.
And, to round it off, something really awesome.
A little something sweet. There.
I hated this even at school. What is the point?
It's great for self-reflection.
But I'm totally at peace with myself.
Trust me. Maria knows what she's doing.
- Odd that I haven't even seen her yet. - Unfortunately, there was an emergency.
Just try to be open to it.
Karl?
May I?
I'll be right with you.
Your life's a breeze, isn't it?
To be honest, lately not so much.
I had a bit of a rough patch.
I thought I was going through a rough patch last year.
Because the university lost some of their research budget.
But since Timea left, I dream of that kind of rough patch.
I guarantee it won't get better if you only ever talk about her.
I once wrote an article on all the different theories
about how long it takes to get over a relationship.
And?
I believe you just have to find the complete opposite of what you had.
Timea is perfect. I don't want to meet her opposite.
What are the other theories?
The gin and tonic rule.
It takes 4,000 gin and tonics or 527 Mai Tais.
However long that takes.
What can I get you?
One glass of every drink you have on the menu.
It's so gross, I don't want it
Do you sometimes think about me too?
It's so
Oh, without you
And when you're lonely
Do you sometimes think about me too?
What's wrong, man?
She's getting married.
What?
Yeah, she's marrying the other guy. In three days.
Shit.
Okay. Don't panic.
Don't panic.
You simply won't allow it.
Yeah.
What?
Be a man. Go to her and tell her how it's going to be.
- You don't know Timea, do you? - No, I don't.
No one tells her what to do.
Why do you think she told you that?
- So I'd stop calling her. - Nonsense.
She didn't have to answer. But she did. She wants you to know.
And she wants you to do something about it.
That would...
No, I think that would be wrong. It...
would be wrong, I think.
- No, it's not wrong. - It is.
It's not wrong.
Hey. Now come and party, you old sad sack. Come on.
Here, take my hand. Come on, let's go. Here, come.
Come on back here.
To these guys. Wait, gals!
Things don't work out like you expect
Heart given away, given as a gift
How much further?
We're nearly there. Granny's probably already made 100 pancakes for you.
- When will you pick me up? - I'll only stay three days.
Four at most.
I told Zolt that someone dropped out. And we'll cover his bill.
You shouldn't get over involved.
Zolt hasn't even been able to work since the breakup.
Hey, I'll call you back later.
Yeah. I'll take care of it later. Bye.
Olaf?
So has our special guest given up yet?
Look for yourself.
Heads up!
Karl gets along excellently with the others.
He told me to separate sex from love.
To masturbate over actors whose personalities I don't like.
It's total nonsense, of course, but...
For the first time in ages,
I laughed.
Great.
Yes.
Ovid. Karl gave me a tip from Ovid to help with heartbreak.
I'm going to act like I'm totally over Timea.
He's so...
That's okay. I think I get the picture.
So that's why I'm expressly asking you to leave this to the therapists.
They're trained for it.
Actually, heartbreak isn't something that necessarily needs treating.
I know, that's how you make your money, but it's a bit like
when we used to pay for ringtones.
We should just have waited for time to fix that for us.
5.99 for a singing crocodile?
I just mean...
maybe,
just maybe, my therapy helps too.
And mine's free.
Except for drinks.
- And the Tinder account. - The Tinder account.
Yes.
See you at group therapy at three.
Yeah, I mean, if we see our relationship as our sole source of happiness,
then of course we're going to suffer when that well dries up.
And I think there are many other things that can really make us happy.
Nature?
Sure, maybe you can think of something a bit more specific.
A pair of jeans that really fits? Is that okay?
Yes, of course that's okay.
A good meal, maybe.
Dancing? Or... something?
Dancing. Yes. Nice.
Penguins.
I don't know, but I think penguins seem somehow... friendly.
That's lovely, Sibylle.
Karl?
No-strings sex.
And the penguin thing...
I think that's really lovely.
Genuinely, I love penguins.
The sweet way they walk, like...
Or the way they huddle together in groups when they get cold.
Or how they slide on their bellies off ice floes into the water.
Totally adorable.
I mean, if someone hates penguins, that's a total psycho red flag, right?
Walk with me?
So it has to involve oaths of fidelity and rose petals?
Definitely not. But when you say no-strings sex
instead of just sex, that means something.
So right from the start, you're thinking in terms of non-commitment.
You're... like a butterfly.
What? I'm not a butterfly. I'm...
I'm Han Solo.
But Han Solo doesn't end up alone. He gets Leia.
And then she tells him to take out the trash?
They have a kid, struggle with everyday life and break up.
- I won't be watching that sequel. - It exists anyway.
Sometimes, sex can just be fun.
Haven't you had a quickie in a club bathroom?
You don't do it to find your true love. Sex is sex.
I see. Wouldn't it be terrible to fall in love during sex?
You said that doesn't bring happiness.
Wrong again. I say relationships aren't the only thing that brings happiness.
My point exactly.
ARE YOU STILL CRYING OR HAVE YOU STARTED PAINTING?
When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?
Would you like to meditate?
Talk?
No.
Go for a swim?
I don't have a bathing suit.
Me neither.
That feels so good!
Yes!
- Hey, kiddo, everything okay? - I want you to come get me now.
Svea and Feli can go to the skate park every day. I'm in the middle of nowhere.
Hey, take a breath, honey. Maybe...
Maybe there's one near Granny's house. You could ask the neighbor's kids--
You don't understand anything.
Shit.
Are you smoking pot?
We mothers have to look out for ourselves.
My daughter insists on coming home
because she wants to stand around at a skate park.
She can't even skate. I bought her the damn thing,
but it just stands around, unused.
What?
Nothing. Guess you've never hung around a skate park, no?
This will make the whole therapy trip bearable.
- Why not start with this? - Yeah.
The rest is wasted on you anyway.
You want to help yourself to whatever's in reach,
but as soon as anything might require emotional involvement, you're out.
Love is hard work. A lot of people don't want to admit that.
They all dream about their one true, great love.
Flawless, fulfilling.
But it's an ideal that--
...was only made up to sell cards and flowers.
My thoughts exactly.
Nonsense.
Romantic love is an ideal that only very few people achieve.
And leads many others to expect far too much from their relationships.
So they grow unhappy.
Question.
Do you believe in big romantic love, or not?
Of course I do.
You don't at all.
But that's bad for business.
What can I say? I...
just pick up the pieces and try to put people back together.
As individuals who... can also be happy on their own.
No one can do that anymore.
And all those romantic comedies are to blame,
with their big romantic gestures that make people swoon.
And the sappy love songs.
And sunsets.
- What's so great about those? - Yes.
The Earth is still turning, wow, just like it is 24 hours a day.
- Yes! - The sun's always setting someplace.
- Yes. - Right?
From an evolutionary perspective, it makes no sense to celebrate, right?
Night falls, wild animals emerge, oh, here's a good idea!
You and your Neanderthal wife should go sit exposed on a cliff
and calmly watch the sunset! I mean, what?
Do you hear that?
I have ten euros in my pocket.
- You want to request a tune? - No.
I want to pay him to go away.
It's really nice to meet a woman who--
I'm not a woman.
I'm your therapist.
It's on the house.
Excuse me, how much would 15 minutes cost?
Ten euros.
Oh, you know what?
He'd like to hear "Eternal Flame."
Oh no.
No.
Sorry. I totally overslept.
- Morning. - Morning.
Morning.
He's not in his room, he wasn't at the pool
and he's not answering his phone.
What's up?
Turgay's somehow disappeared.
We'll check the reading rooms next.
What's going on here today?
It's because of the wedding.
Ah.
Oh, no way.
- That's Timea. - Sorry?
Turgay's Timea!
He wants to stop the wedding!
Who put such a dumbass idea in his head?
What were you thinking?
She doesn't want to marry him. It's a big charade.
- She just wants him to be a man for once. - A gazillion-euro charade?
What planet are you from?
- Ow! - Sorry.
Oh man.
What are you wearing?
Get out of here!
- I don't think therapists can say that! - I don't care what you think.
You dragged an innocent into your crap. He's about to have a miserable time.
He won't! You just can't stand being wrong for once.
Just piss off! I'm going to try to fix the mess you've created.
No, you won't! You can't...
Dear Timea,
dear Egbert,
dear relatives and friends of the bride and groom,
each of us is searching for someone.
For this one person who is so hard to find.
This one, special person
who completes us, who makes us whole, perfects us.
- He must be somewhere. - No idea.
Maybe he didn't come.
...when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you...
- He'll ruin all the progress he's made. - Let him make his own choices.
He didn't choose this dumb idea, you talked him into it!
- Did not. - He's going to humiliate himself.
Timea and Egbert chose this verse...
- Turgay! - Hey! Shh!
...as their vows.
- Turgay! - Seriously?
Sorry.
Dear Timea, dear Egbert.
Before us stand two...
What are you doing? Hey! You can't do that.
You can't do that! Stay here!
And so, before God, the Lord, they who belong together...
Pull yourself together.
- Oh God. - But if any of those present
- should object to this union... - Shit.
...speak now or forever hold your peace.
Shit. It's spreading!
Timea!
- Turgay? - Fire! Oh my God!
Don't worry, Karl. You'll be out of here soon.
I grew up around here.
Fascinating.
Still take milk?
I actually switched to oat milk. But today I'll make an exception.
All those cat pictures in her office...
I see a strong desire to have kids.
Immediately lost interest, haven't you?
You don't even want to be my therapist.
No, and I never was, because you wouldn't let me.
- I have nothing that needs therapizing. - Wow.
I'm only doing all this to get my job back.
You're doing a really bad job of it.
Yoo-hoo! Mommy's here!
I've actually missed the police station.
Karl was often there as a teenager.
They wanted to name the cell after him.
- Of course you're coming home. - What?
No way. Mom, please, just take us to the hotel.
Yes. We really would like to head back to the hotel, thanks.
Not everything he says about me is true.
I make a lovely potato salad, for instance.
No one wants potato salad.
Please, Mom, please just drive us back to the hotel and... thank you.
You know what, Hilde? Actually, I'd love to come.
- What? - He hasn't mentioned you at all.
Or you to me.
- How did you meet? - Mom, please.
Through my work. Maybe Karl would like to tell it himself?
No?
Okay, just so there's no misunderstanding--
We're friends. Friends.
You're sleeping together, that's what counts.
The formalities can come later.
This is like a little 1990s museum.
DJ Bobo, "Love is All Around," wow.
I had a Backstreet Boys poster too. Somewhere there must be...
Aha!
- Hey, that's trespassing! - Yes, I've become known for that lately.
It's a good sign that you held on to this stuff.
There was something like a heart in there.
"My heart beats like crazy when it sees you."
That was for school.
It's amazing that you write for a living.
What about this?
Want to talk about it?
Have you never done anything stupid?
So much. There isn't a box in the world big enough.
Come on, we're here to eat.
He usually only dates bimbos.
I think he avoids women on his level. He doesn't want to get hurt.
He's petrified of commitment.
It's a wonder he even dares tie his shoelaces.
We're probably to blame, Wilhelm and I.
Even though, after a few false starts, our divorce was completely amicable.
And Karl was already big, already 16.
- May I ask why-- - Why we split up?
We had just one thing left in common.
That we both got married on the same day.
So we got divorced. For health reasons.
Whenever we saw one another, we both felt like we'd be sick.
We both enjoyed far-out sex.
Every day. From Monday to Sunday.
The prospect of sex was always far away.
Mom, please stop.
That one got a huge laugh last week. You've got a missing sense of humor.
He hates that I do stand-up about it.
She makes lame jokes about her marriage.
Lame? Come on.
Can't you stay until Wednesday? I'm performing at the theater.
Karl hasn't ever watched the set. I'll get you tickets.
I'd rather get a tramp stamp.
Your mom's a riot.
Sure, but you can only put up with her for a while.
Isn't that kind of true for all mothers?
Yeah.
Can I ask you something?
Her name was Claudia.
We... were an item, since we were 14. And...
after high school...
I proposed.
I just didn't want to lose her.
But she...
Didn't want to.
And... it's understandable.
She'd...
just graduated, wanted to see the world.
Not make vows with her first boyfriend.
She saw the ring, and... panicked. Broke up with me.
Was she the love of your life?
Yes.
But it really wasn't so bad.
Honestly. I didn't even know that ring was still there.
And in hindsight, I should be grateful it didn't work out.
I'd be a wreck today.
Yeah.
Good thing it didn't happen.
I'm glad we made this detour.
- Now we have an approach. - It's not an approach. It's not anything.
It must have hurt like crazy at the time. You were deeply wounded.
Yeah. Wow. Like all your clients.
But not you, am I right?
"I got my own heart badly broken." You made it all up, didn't you?
It's just a publicity stunt.
Goodnight.
- Don't worry, I feel no attraction to you. - Same. None.
Great.
But I didn't make it up. I was heartbroken.
Because of Olaf.
Did he cheat?
Yeah. He left me for the penguins.
- That's why you hate talking about them. - I hate penguins.
- Psycho. - Psycho yourself.
Olaf is a zoologist and climate scientist.
Did you know penguins are endangered?
- And Olaf's saving them? - Yeah.
He works for a conservation foundation. Worldwide.
So he's really always on the road and I'm here with our daughter.
You manage it all pretty well.
Thanks.
Apart from the spliffs, the do-gooding and being a know-it-all.
And the thing with the cardboard cut-outs like Kim Jong Un.
- That's also dubious. - No need to be jealous.
You see him sometimes, right? Your daughter...
Yeah, I mean, when he's in Germany.
When he's traveling...
The visits are always short, and we do phone calls, of course, especially Hedi.
So, back then we made the decision together, for the greater good, and...
sometimes...
sometimes, even after all these years, you still think if he stood at your door
and wanted to stay, then...
Dumb, right?
No.
Not dumb at all.
I know saving the Earth is a very important cause...
but if it meant I couldn't be with you,
then I'd let it all burn down.
What's wrong with you, Han Solo?
You've suddenly gone soft.
Could you please leave Han Solo out of this?
No.
It's a lovely hotel. You're going to like it. Romantic.
No luggage?
A young couple like you doesn't need clothes, eh?
- I'm his therapist. - Oh.
What?
Nothing.
I'm sorry about yesterday.
I'm not. I enjoyed it.
Don't look at me like that.
He's my client. It's unacceptable. One of 1000 reasons why it's a bad idea.
What holds you back the most?
There's no future in it.
You're only looking for someone to share a long, happy family life with?
I'm not looking at all!
Because you've already got it. An empty apartment you have to manage.
Olaf and I are friends, and that's good for Hedi.
And it's a good excuse for you not to get involved with anyone.
Do you realize that you're actually pretty similar?
Maybe you could learn how to take risks together.
We're not at all similar.
He has a bad case of Peter Pan syndrome, and I'm a grown woman with a child.
You know how long it took me to find my balance again after Olaf.
Is that what you'd call this? Balance?
Thanks a lot, colleague.
I'm needed at the office. Martha's covering the final day.
I don't have time for individual goodbyes.
You know that slinking off after sex is actually my thing.
But I'm happy to let you do it.
Sex is sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Like I said.
It really means nothing else to me.
Oh, well, that's good. Same for me.
Zilch.
Exactly.
Afterward, you just say thanks. And leave.
Okay.
Thanks.
Right, like that.
- Bye. - Bye.
I thought you hated sunsets.
I recently spoke to someone about that.
The only other person who thinks they're as overrated as I do.
And now every time I see a damn sunset, I have to wonder whether she hates it too.
Do you know what we call that?
That's love, dude!
Shut up.
- Hello. - Who is it?
- Hello. Who are you, then? - Hedi.
Karl?
What are you doing here? This is my private home.
You're supposed to make an appointment.
Oh, I wondered where all the cut-outs had gone.
We don't put them up in our house.
Would be handy, though. You could use them to scare off burglars.
Or... to hang clothes from.
Or for bowling.
I'll be at the skate park.
Uh... Back at six, okay?
Okay.
- Bye, Hedi. - Bye!
What... Uh, what do you want?
I... just wanted to say that I'm against the idea
of not speaking to people again once you've... had sex.
Okay.
Coffee?
Doesn't have to be good.
I have some terrible coffee, sure.
This can't become a habit.
No.
No, this...
can't become a habit.
Okay.
But we can go one more time before it's a habit.
Wait.
Let the song play.
Hi! Uh...
I...
I was just... not in the neighborhood, and...
- I thought I-- - No, sorry. Not today.
Things are crazy at the agency, Hedi's ill, and I don't have a babysitter.
I can look after Hedi.
I'm great with kids.
Okay.
You know what? Let's...
Let's google your symptoms.
So...
Loss of appetite?
Fever?
- Are you sleeping well? - Not really.
Trouble sleeping.
Ah! We have a diagnosis.
Is it something bad?
It could be a midlife crisis. Or a prostate issue, or...
Lovesickness.
Let me guess. Eleven, a skater, and doesn't notice you.
How did you know?
You have an unused skateboard, and the rest is life experience.
He has the greenest eyes in the whole world.
But he never looks at me.
Okay.
I'm no expert on lovesickness...
but I'm great at conquest.
Ta-da. My old skateboard.
Right. Now it's your turn, Hedi.
Come on, Hedi, you can do it.
Yes, good!
Good!
Whoa!
Hello, young lady. My name is Dr. Nieke,
and I heard you had a skateboard accident.
Because some idiot was skating around the apartment with you.
You know what? Common misconception.
Skateboarding
isn't really about the skating.
Okay...
which one's Oskar?
That one.
Hedi, wait! What are you doing with that kiddie board? Here, take mine.
Cool board!
Yes! Yeah!
- Oh, you get to pick. - I did.
- Hey. - Hello!
Hey.
Feeling better?
Yes, great.
Wow, you've got skills.
We made pizza!
From scratch.
With lots of vegetables.
Lots of vegetables.
Tons.
My turn?
Are we cheating, or no?
Your heartache stops you remembering how you really felt during the good times.
But they're your good times.
It's your heart, your love.
And you get to choose who you give it to.
Turgay called me.
- Did you hear the news? - Timea's back.
She was so impressed that he stood up at the wedding.
I won't say who advised him to do that.
Yeah, don't say it.
The super-therapist!
What have you got there?
Um, Hedi's breakfast.
I promised to bring the dessert.
You're really good with her.
That's all down to her. She's an absolute blast.
Just accept the compliment.
It's not easy for me to say that kind of thing, you know.
Haven't you noticed? I'm actually a total introvert.
They say that every introvert needs an extrovert to take care of them.
What are we?
Huh?
You don't always have to explicitly say or define things.
Does he show you that he likes you?
I think I make it totally clear what she means to me.
But he doesn't say anything.
I'll tell her tomorrow. Tomorrow.
Excuse me? Could you hold the door?
Sure.
Thanks.
- I'll hold it for you now. - Thanks.
Broken heart?
It's a joke. My girlfriend has a heartbreak agency.
You're here to see Maria Geiger, right?
Yes.
She'll be thrilled. She loves flowers.
It's a thank-you for the therapy having worked.
Seems like she's not back yet. Shall I take the flowers in for you?
- Hi, Karl. - Hey, Hedi.
What are you doing here?
Um, I have to go away for a while.
How come?
Complicated. I'll explain another time, okay?
Okay...
- Do you want your skateboard back? - No way. It's a gift.
Bye, Hedi. Take care.
Dad! You're already here!
I've had a job offer.
At a biodiversity lab. In Potsdam.
Wow.
I should never have left you on your own.
I really regret it, Maria.
You did it for the greater good. It wasn't selfishness.
No, you should have been the greater good.
The world's in a shitty state.
But you know what? If I can't see my family,
then let it burn.
I...
I... I may have met someone.
So...
We don't have to make a decision now.
We can just keep both apartments.
I just want to be near you both.
Dude. Why in my room? Why?
Sorry. She's the one, man. I know it. How did it go with you?
No idea.
Sorry. I'll be right...
Hey.
You've got a cheese sandwich, a mandarin, cucumber, and, for once, a candy bar.
You've got a honey sandwich, tomato, also a mandarin, cucumber,
and a little bit of leftover cake. Somehow there was just a tiny piece left?
Yes, I put the rest in Dad's box.
Oh, a really healthy breakfast for Dad.
It's his first day.
He's picking me up from school all week.
- Can we make my invitations today? - Of course.
This will be my first birthday with Dad that I remember.
Can I invite Karl too?
Um...
- Do you know when he'll be back? - No, I don't.
He didn't tell you how long "a while" is either?
Dad!
What's up?
- Morning. - Morning.
Dad, look. I've got a surprise for you.
He told Hedi he was going away for a while.
I mean, it's not like I didn't see this coming. It's what he usually does.
He's ghosting me, doesn't answer the phone or my messages...
I'm mad at myself too, because I... Because I thought he'd change.
What a cliché.
- And what's the deal with Olaf? - I don't know.
I feel like I should give it a go.
If you could get up before the neighbors complain
that it smells like someone died, that'd be great. Okay?
Hey.
It'll be okay.
Everything. Everything was great.
Really? Not even one tiny annoying thing?
No, nothing.
Not since Dad's been here. What about you?
I like your Oskar.
Oskar told me that his parents only stay together because of him.
He overheard them talking. That's stupid, isn't it?
Well, I mean...
Parents can put their needs aside sometimes.
You know, sometimes it's more important to parents that the kid's okay.
I'm good with Dad here.
He told me he's never going away again.
Pinky promised.
Even if you're not together anymore.
Are you writing the article or not?
Do you want your job back or do you suddenly not care?
No idea.
Get in touch when you've pulled yourself together.
When love hits you in the face.
Some people don't believe in heartbreak.
They get hit the hardest.
Surprising as an ice storm in July,
and hard as Frazier's left hook.
I was one of those who refused to accept that love has a price.
You can get hurt.
One that takes everything from you.
I don't know when it will go away.
Maybe never.
Maybe this is how it is.
We have to give up a little piece of our heart when a love ends.
An occupied, used-up piece.
The heart shrinks.
But who cares? We're never planning to use it again.
Let's just throw the whole thing out.
I was wrong there too.
It will heal.
At least, that's what I've heard.
You just have to wait for the heart to learn to love without that lost piece.
And we can only hope that the rest of our heart recovers
and is still large enough
in case someone comes along to claim another piece.
I'm glad you're here for Hedi.
Yes, sometimes... Sometimes time ruins everything.
Give Hedi the key. She can come over anytime. Day or night.
I COULD BE YOUR EXTROVERT.
No.
Shit.
Turgay.
I've locked myself in the bathroom.
Open up, you coward!
I told Timea I want to break up,
and she said she's not having it, and now...
Turgay!
...I have no further lines of defense.
Open up!
Because if I open the door...
Open up! You coward!
...it'll start all over again.
There's no such thing as kryptonite!
What?
It doesn't exist! There's no such thing as kryptonite!
Open the door! Or I'll kick it down!
You have ten seconds to leave my apartment.
Then I'm calling the police.
Five seconds.
I did it.
Yes.
- I did it. - Yes, you did it.
You'll see, a costume party is just what you need.
Hey.
Is Karl home?
Hey.
Um, I... uh...
I, uh... I found your card.
- I'm really sorry it took so long. - You had a lot going on.
Want to maybe get a drink?
Is it okay if I say no?
Of course.
You know...
I...
I had this great therapy.
I learned what it could be like to love.
And what... What could it be like?
Like skydiving.
People say it's the best feeling in the world.
You're flying, almost weightless.
But they're forgetting something crucial.
It's not the air you're floating in that's important,
it's the parachute.
You mean, the certainty you won't crash down.
That's the difference between... a skydive and a plane crash.
But after all, you're the expert when it comes to love.
At the agency maybe, in my personal life I'm a novice. You can tell.
And isn't it...
Isn't it okay for a novice to sometimes make mistakes?
Not when you're skydiving.
Hey.
It's me!
Zolt!
- Hey! - Hi!
So, how are you?
Well, I've at least stopped climbing onto roofs.
More or less.
That's a start, anyway.
Found anyone new?
Nah.
I believe in destiny.
No such thing.
There's only coincidence.
Tom and I...
That was destiny.
That kind of thing doesn't happen twice.
Listen to this.
You're doing this heartbreak therapy.
Some guy writes a horrible, shitty article about your therapist.
He loses his job and it all goes south.
And then this guy has to do therapy with the same woman.
Sounds made up, doesn't it?
Yeah. Totally.
Anton!
This is Zolt.
A saxophone teacher.
And this is Anton, the world's worst saxophone player.
What a coincidence.
Hi. Oh...
- Hi. - Hi.
No such thing as coincidence, right?
Right.
Where is she?
You! You turned him against me!
- Karl? - I have to tell you something.
This may not be the best time.
I... I love you.
Karl?
Ow! Cold.
Keep it nice and cool, okay?
I think this marks the end of my therapy.
This is just the beginning.
- Ouch. - Sorry.
Oh. Again?
It hurts here?
Here?
Hey!
Man, this is cheesy.
Awful.
Subtitle translation by: Kel Barksdale