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No problem. Think about it.

I'm sure I sent it.

Thank you! Thanks.

THE VAGABOND

Ella, Oscar. You know Schirmer is leaving,

"finally" we can safely say.

Management agrees.

Both of you are qualified to take over as editor-in-chief.

But I can only promote one of you.

Ella, you're a creative powerhouse.

When it comes to pushing your writing, you have the necessary tenacity.

You trained Oscar well.

When I spoke to Oscar,

he said that you hope...

to progress with your family planning.

Yes, but what does that have to do with this?

A family, sure. But it's nothing to do with work.

- Right? - Everything...

has to do with everything.

Ella, life and work stem from multiple causes.

If you want to start a family,

then you need to occasionally get together.

In the evening.

So you're saying,

Oscar will head up editorial,

while I wait for him at home?

Ella, don't take it personally.

It's about in-house processes and decisions.

It's got nothing to do with our personal life.

You can't blame Harald.

No.

Well then...

congratulations!

Ella.

Hey.

Hey What?

You discussed us with him behind my back to push your career?

We were just talking on the fly.

Let's discuss it at home.

Why? You just heard that everything is connected.

I thought we were a team, Oscar.

- Only when it suits you. - What?

I'd be fine with you getting the job.

- I'd be happy for you. - That's not true.

See, you don't know me at all.

How could I? We don't sleep together anymore.

We haven't had sex in months.

No sex, no pregnancy. No pregnancy, no child.

- Bye. - Bye, see you tomorrow... Caspar.

You're pressuring me, I can't think with you.

Don't think, act.

It doesn't work that way for me.

Enough of the child and career shit. You're so...

- Don't you dare say dominant and boring. - No.

I just can't think with you.

Who can you think with?

Say it's not true.

I didn't mean to do it.

Ella, let's not do this.

Crying is like laughing, only the other way around.

I can be happy without you.

Totally!

I don't have anything, go away!

Go, get lost!

Puck, Puck!

Puck, come here.

He's a cute guy. He's a...

what's the breed?

Looks like a very smart dog.

How are you today?

- Great. You? - Good.

Mr. Simon!

Yoohoo!

Oh, am I glad to see you.

You're my savior.

Mr. Simon, and up so early.

My heart, it's...

I'm feeling a bit unwell.

Take me home, please.

- Mrs. Klein, what are you doing here? - I guess I overdid it.

I really wanted fresh flowers.

The spirit is willing, flesh is weak.

Let's How's it work?

I sit, you push. Simple.

Go. How hard can it be?

Turn, turn.

- What? - My dog.

Elfriede!

Come to Mommy!

You're doing an outstanding job, Mr. Simon. Outstanding.

Excellent.

But you're not paying attention.

I only have eyes for you, Mrs. Klein.

My body's an old wrapper.

I'd leave it in a sec if I could.

And slip into that one.

Yeah...

Why don't you come visit anymore? For an eggnog, Mr. Neighbor?

Lately, I don't have much time.

I see.

Sometimes you just have to forget.

- Yes. - Yes, yes.

We had to.

We lost everything.

You have to keep looking to the future.

Mrs. Klein?

Hey, Mrs. Klein?

Doctor!

I need a doctor!

Shit.

Simpson,

please don't jump up on Max again when he comes home.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you.

Go to your spot, go!

Where's your spot? Go.

Daddy's coming!

- Hello. - Hello.

I missed you.

Hello, I'm back!

Daddy!

Pretty. Very pretty piece you're playing.

Hey, my little E.T. Did you miss me?

Hey. I didn't say "alien" this time, right?

How was the concert?

It went great.

- Did you play your own composition? - Of course I played it. Natch.

Simpson, stop!

This is impossible, really!

He attacks me every time! I'm scared.

- I'll take him to obedience school. - You don't get it. I'm scared!

Take him to the garage. Now!

Yes, I'm taking him to the garage now.

Come.

Come, come!

Simpson, now calm down.

Sorry. I overreacted a little.

I understand. I'll take him to Silke. She'll know what to do.

An old dog can't learn new tricks.

Neither can an old man.

Come on.

Oh, shit.

Oli, hey man!

Mickels!

How's it going? All good?

- Yeah, all good. - Oli?

Is that you? Didn't recognize you, with a... dog.

She is so cute!

What's her name?

Elfriede. But she's not mine.

Whose is she?

A friend's.

So you guys are a couple now?

Heya.

Boy, Oli's gotten really fat.

You know what she's like. She has standards.

- And what about your ex? - Fahle.

- And Fahle's ex? - Takkowicz.

- Everything back the way it was. - Yeah, all cool.

- It's cool. - Cool, man.

We're going to "Stue." Wanna come?

No, no. I don't have time.

No time, no time.

Oli, hang on.

You used to throw such great parties.

With gorgeous women.

But if I'd been through that, with the knee...

it really sucks.

I would've killed myself.

Whatever. Take care, man.

- You're Mickels... - Yep.

Awesome. How about a same'? Phase'.!

Sure, come on.

Brilliant! Wasn't that whosit? Oli Simon?

No, that's a dog walker.

Go on, fill it up. Thanks!

What annoys me the most is I have to start from scratch.

Everything out there is unfit for bonding. Junk!

Ella, don't be so pessimistic.

- Pessimistic? - Wake up!

Believe in the stars.

Those are light bulbs.

Ella wants a family.

A nuclear one. Father, mother, two kids.

Her biological clock is ticking.

- Aren't all of ours? - Let them tick.

If you're really in a hurry,

get a child first, then go look for a man.

Turkey baster method.

You can do that, then you get to decide everything.

But it's best when you fuse symbiotically with your partner.

And at the right time, that intimacy.

When you see the world together as one.

Look who's talking.

Are you even still having sex?

Are you or not?

- Yes. - Really?

- Yes? - Yes, really.

- You are? - You are?

- Yesterday. - Really?

Against a warm wall behind the house.