15 Years (15 Jahre)

FORGIVENESS MEANS

GIVING UP ALL HOPE FOR A BETTER PAST.

JESUS LOVES YOU

What color do you see when you remember?

What color?

Yellow, like wheat?

Violet? Orange?

Black.

With a bit of blue because of his eyes.

His eyes were the first thing I noticed.

He really only consisted of eyes:

blue,

and black because of his pupils.

And how was the next encounter?

When I saw him the second time, he looked even better.

He was wearing a black leather jacket with peace signs on it

and a "kiss-my-ass" tongue. It looked great on him.

The way he walked, the way he sang, the guitar riffs.

All the stage knickknacks.

And the way he served.

I once got to watch him serve a salad and was totally floored.

He was a waiter?

He had zero money while I had stinking-rich parents,

but he never seemed submissive or anything.

And what he did with the salad...

You liked it?

So very elegant, and at the same time so very masculine.

And what does that mean to you, "masculine"?

The most beautiful thing about a man is his beauty, his strength.

Him being rebellious, but not boastful.

He has to be self-confident, and modest.

He has to know what he wants, and he can't be afraid of anything.

That's an ideal. A man like that doesn't exist.

Exactly, but that's how he is.

That's nice, Jenny, but nevertheless, you said...

Here. You said...

you wanted to visit him shortly after your release from prison.

True.

- With an iron pipe? - Yes, with an iron pipe.

It's up in my room.

And... what did you want?

What did you want to do with the iron pipe?

Nothing.

Wolke says otherwise.

All I said was that she cries.

- Bull! - But you cry every night.

- Bull! - But I hear you.

- I pray, that's it. - That's good, Jenny.

But regarding the iron pipe, we have to...

I didn't do it!

I still don't know what he does or where he lives.

- Or if he's even alive. - And it'll stay that way?

Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

"Pass It On."

It only takes a spark

To get a fire going

And soon all those around

Can warm up in its glowing

That's how it is with God's love

Once you've experienced it

You spread His love to everyone

You want to pass it on

There you go.

Thanks.

- What's with the heating? - You'll be moving soon.

- What? - You'll be moving soon.

Something new, huh?

Yes, something new, Jenny. What did you think?

G.F. HÄNDEL CONSERVATORY

- Excited for Friday's concert? - Yes!

I practiced the fifths for so long. My grandparents are coming too.

- How nice. - Yes...

Ready?

- What is it? - I can't work here.

- You can't work here? - No. You know exactly...

We lost a huge contract, Jenny!

The airport is lost.

- But not forever. - Forever!

- Not due to me. - Due to whom then?

It's not my fault. A lion was running around in there.

Wolke, unlock it.

What did that policeman do? Besides save your life?

Save my life? Is this how you save someone's life?

Do you think you can choose to whom you should be a blessing, Jenny?

That's the contract God had with Abraham.

"You should be a blessing to people." Not vice versa.

Show her where she can start. I'll be with the director.

Chin up, you poor thing, then you'll see heaven.

Getting attacked like that while trying to help is... horrible.

Senseless and horrible.

- Doesn't that hurt like crazy? - No.

I once lost all of my teeth.

That was three years ago.

I went out and told people Dieter cheated on me.

Can you stop blabbing?

Half my face was hanging off.

He paid 14,000 for the implants. They're top-notch implants.

But that doesn't mean the whack in the face was justified.

I'm just saying "the light shines in the darkness."

John 1:5.

But Dieter, I don't see him anymore.

No, because you set fire to him.

That's why I wanted to kill myself, but then an angel appeared

and I didn't kill myself.

- You shouldn't do that either. - You should shut up!

But I just want to cheer you up.

- I don't need that. - You don't?

No.

You don't, you poor thing?

- No. - As sad as you are?

- Let go! - Me, sad?

- It's none of your damn business. - Ow, my ear!

Who's bawling now?

- Oh, my ear! - "Oh, my ear."

Who's bawling now? Now who's sad?

Oh, my ear.

Oh, my ear.

- Softer. - Don't you hear that?

C3 is out of tune, you dickheads.

All right, let's play it again.

Jenny?

Jenny von Loeben?

Oh, my goodness me!

Don't you recognize me? It's me, Harry.

- Hello, Mangold. - My gosh!

I've thought about you so often.

"Jenny," I thought, "will end up at the Berlin Philharmonic,

the Met,

or be number one in Milan and charm tutta bella Italia."

- I don't charm anyone. - Well, me either.

Yeah, no one expected that of you.

Still the same old Jenny.

Here, touch here.

Touch here.

Here.

And?

- It's warm. - That's fever, Jenny.

Feverish delight.

- Remember, London? - No.

London? The Waldstein sonata?

- What place did you come in? - No idea.

- You forgot? - I was just a kid, Mangold.

Second, behind Brixen, that suck-up.

- And I was third. - Fifth.

Yeah, well. Or fifth.

- So do you work here now too? - Yeah.

- In the piano department? - No.

- What do you teach? - I clean.

Okay.

- Weren't you on YouTube? - No TV. No internet.

Last week? Something with a lion?

- Dunno. - At the airport.

- A huge beast got loose. - Yes, I heard.

Didn't they shoot someone?

Wounded. A cleaning lady.

I try to be as respectful as possible to people,

but I have to say one thing.

Your technique's a joke.

And Schubert didn't write down his innermost feelings

so mediocre pianists can boost their self-confidence.

Great.

So you...

I mean...

C3 really is out of tune, isn't it?

Oh, yes.

That's it.

Jenny!

Jenny!

Jenny, you have to call me.

Absolutely. You have to meet someone.

Why did you just vanish back then?

15 YEARS

I forgive you, Jenny.

Thanks.

- Did you look at Wolke? - Yes.

Good.

For you.

What should I write in here?

Your encounters.

Encounters?

Yes, that bolster your capacity to forgive.

One encounter each day.

Like with my angel.

You're encountering Wolke now.

Look closely at her and write what you see.

Write it down.

I see top-notch implants. Those I see.

- The vest? - The vest?

I covered you up with this vest.

I covered you when you were freezing. Like Saint Martin.

She set fire to her husband, now she's Saint Martin

because she put a stinky sheepskin over me?

- That isn't fair, Jenny. - That's so unfair.

I'd so like to recite Psalm 34 Verse 15 to you now.

- But you're not worth it. - Jenny, let's speak outside.

I didn't even rat on you for drinking like a fish at work!

Jenny!

- This can't go on. - It was tea.