The Bloom of Yesterday (Die Blumen von Gestern)

I've spent my entire life searching for life.

And now that I've found it,

it doesn't seem enough.

But what does it matter?

Desire, longing, greed...

As long as such things exist, hearts will beat.

We live.

If you want something, you have to go beyond yourself, out into the world,

no matter how much it sucks.

Balthasar, enough. What the fuck is this?

What's wrong?

Muesli? - Organic muesli.

"Thanks for letting us celebrate here?"

We have an impressive library. Why not rent it out? - To big business?

Health food isn't big business. They're doing two events here. They pay well.

Corporate events? In these rooms? With these pictures?

They're corporate events against fascism.

Why not shoot porn against fascism?

You barge in and insult me,

while this is really shocking.

Shocking?

Someone who throws corporate events doesn't give a shit about Auschwitz.

You're nuts. - No, you don't give a damn about Auschwitz.

You don't give a fuck about this woman. "Shocking." Nothing shocks you.

You should see a psychologist.

There's no shame in seeking help. I'm telling you as a friend.

You think I belong in the loony bin?

Give me one good reason not to improve the institute's revenue stream.

You think I belong in the loony bin? - Totila!

No one said that.

Manfred.

I've been preparing this Congress for two years, and now this...

indifferent, out-of-his-depth granola eater is taking over? Why?

Why do this to me?

The Auschwitz Congress can't be organized by someone who's out of control.

I'm out of control?

I'll use your brilliant work as a foreword...

My work isn't a foreword.

I'm being positive. - Hey, my work won't be a foreword.

My work is the word. - As you wish.

I'm the word, you're the foreword.

As you wish.

What are you smiling about?

Come on. "I'm the word, you're the foreword" sounds like...

"I'm the skin, you're the foreskin." - You are the foreskin! And I'm the dick!

Sure you want to be the dick here? - What did you say?

They're your terms. - What did you say?

Dear Totila, if you want to be the dick, go ahead and be the dick.

What are you doing?

THE BLOOM OF YESTERDAY

Chewing gum?

Think it's funny to offer me chewing gum, asshole?

I have to go.

Excuse me? - I have my prophylaxis. - No, no.

I can't postpone it. - You can't leave me alone.

You have your intern anyway, Toto.

You're nuts.

Believe me,

I'd much rather have Manfred carry his pug himself.

We'd all prefer that.

Tell her I'll call her.

CENTRAL OFFICE

No problem, my German is great.

Isn't that poor Manfred's dog? - Yup. Gandhi.

You did "SS and Gestapo in the Baltics, 1941"?

My God, well...

Thanks. It's a great book.

Such a wonderful book.

I'm so happy to be able to do my internship with Totila Blumen...

No, I'm fine. Why is Gandhi with you?

Great job.

Yes, but she neuters them too.

She puts them to sleep and everything. - Nice.

You have a great wife.

I, for instance, would have put him to sleep immediately.

Gandhi?

My father always said we should put all German dogs to sleep.

Especially those Hitler dogs. What are they called again?

German Shepherds. - Exactly, German Shepherds.

Put them all to sleep. It'd be good for the country.

My father said that.

What kind of car is this?

A Mercedes Transporter. Our company car. - So fat?

It's armored. We had a bomb scare two years ago.

It's a gas guzzler, that's all.

We'll have to sell it. - Sell the company car?

It's comfortable, you can fit a lot in there. - I'm taking a taxi.

Why?

It's ugly.

Ugly? How old are you?

That wasn't nice.

What the fuck? - You ask how old I am, meaning that I'm childish and stupid.

I didn't mean it like that, Susie.

Zazie, OK? - Yes, Zazie.

Zazie can be friendly, but my middle name is Terreur .

Oh my goodness!

Not doing something is never ridiculous.

Doing something unexpected is never ridiculous, OK?

I don't give a shit!

Did you love Manfred Norkus? - Yes.

Good, then I forgive you.

Because you must be sad. And sad people do stupid things. - Thanks.

You're welcome.

As for your question regarding my age:

I'm the same age as my grandma was when she was gassed.

In a Mercedes Transporter. Also a gas guzzler

and you could fit a lot in there.

I told you not to let the animals inside.

I didn't even notice. - You didn't notice?

I have to concentrate.

Concentrate? Now that your mother's here? - Hannah, I have to work.

Depression?

Are you taking your pills?

Balthasar forced an intern on me.

I can't take it.

I just can't take it.

Why not? Why can't you stand hearing what I've been through today?

Go concentrate again.

I'm 40 and I have to mentor interns? - Forty is young for a historian.

I'm losing my hair. - Sweetheart!

No, I'm losing a lot of hair... - Many men of your age lose their hair.

Yeah? Is Balti losing his hair? - Since when do you call him Balti?

Seriously. Is Balthasar Thomas losing his hair or anything else?

He's losing teeth, Toto. That's the problem.

It was just one tooth. I apologized.

I was there when you apologized. You didn't apologize.

Of course I did.

I apologized for you.

That motherfucker.

I don't want all this darkness. I don't want you trashing Balthasar.

You were friends once.

Would a friend force a Zazie or Susie or whatever the whore's name is on me?

That's bad language.

Sarah, "whore" isn't bad language. It's a regular job. You know, like a...

"historian." But given how historians are treated in this country,

you might be better off becoming a whore.

Daddy didn't mean that.

No, I didn't. Shit.

He didn't mean to say "shit" either. He's terribly sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry, sweetheart, OK?

What do you have to study to become a whore?

Forget what I said. It was really very stupid.

Go back outside to Grandma and burn something pretty.

Come, Gandhi.

What's wrong?

What's bugging you, Toto?

What happened?

He was very, very nice, but he's not a pizza delivery guy.

What interesting business is he in?

He's a drug dealer.

This is closed, we'll use the back door.

It makes you think a lot about morality, right?

I mean...

You know,

I think drug dealers also have days on which they're very moral.

For example, they may give a poor junkie a packet of heroin or...

drive people like me to places like this...

for example.

I'm supposed to stay here? - For a night.

All our interns stay here.

I'm supposed to stay in the apartment of my dead professor?

This is the guest apartment. His was on the other side.

I'm supposed to sleep opposite the apartment where he took his last breath?

He didn't die here. - Where did he die?

At the institute, at work.

The way you want to die if you're not a drug dealer.

This is a pull-out couch. Sheets are over there.

A kettle, hot and cold water...

The facilities are top notch, really.

Maybe a bit dusty, but Katalinka comes once a week.

She's from Poland,

the land of good cleaning ladies.

The land of good cleaning ladies.

The land of good cleaning ladies?

I know.

I myself am half Polish.

I hate myself when I say shit like that.

I just wanted to leave.

Yeah, so...

I'm off.

Were you there?

There?

When he died?

What does it matter? - How was it?

How was it? - Yeah.

Terrible.

How it is when someone who you like a lot dies.

I know.

I'm such a wreck.

Can I do anything else for you? - No, nothing, thanks.

The kitchen is in the side wing.

Shower and toilet...

What... what's wrong?

Sorry about what I said earlier about my grandma.

Don't be sorry. - I am!

I used her death just to sound interesting.

I took advantage of her terrible fate

because I saw you weren't taking me seriously.

Your book is so great. - I do take you seriously.