Wait!
Oh, already home too?
What's wrong ? I got a message from Sebastian saying that I had to come home as quick as I could.
Well, while you're busy throwing coins in the Trevi Fountain and eating ice cream on the Spanish Steps with my ex-fiancee, . . .
. . . our father is dying of a brain tumor. That's what's wrong.
Welcome home!
Yes?
Elisabeth?
You're already back ?
I came alone. I wanted to find out what was wrong.
- Rebecca. . . our dad. . . - Tristan has already told me in his compassionate and gentle way.
- How bad is it? - It doesn't look good.
- Is he going to die ? - We don't know.
By now, the tumor is pressing on his optic nerve, meaning that his vision is impaired. But maybe it's only temporary.
- Is he in pain? - He wouldn't admit it.
Come here. He's on painkillers, that's why he's a bit off.
- But he's going to be thrilled that you're back. He's been asking for you ! - I can't do this.
It's OK, I understand.
He looks so weak, so . . . helpless.
That's why he needs us. All of us!
- Let's go in. - Tell him I'm sorry. I can't do this!
- I don't think I can create a new collection in these circumstances. - Rebecca, it's your job!
And it will distract you.
- What's that in your hand? - Nothing.
Have a safe trip!
We'll talk about the rest when I'm back.
Marlene, I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
The fact that I didn't even manage to go to him. . . I'm a coward! No, Rebecca, it's totally understandable ! Please try to calm down!
You can't do anything for him right now, except being there for him.
I have to go, I'll call you later!
- Hello! - Oh!
- Dad! - Oh, there you are!
I thougt so. Sebastian told me you were back.
- I'm sorry. - What for?
- I've already been at Konigsbrunn. . . - Ah, you were the one in the library!
- I was scared to talk to you. I'm sorry, I'm sure I've disappointed you! - Come on! Would I be here then?
- Show me where I could sit down. - Of course!
- Here. - Thank you!
Better. And now, tell me!
How was Roma? Have you tried out the little restaurant I told you about? Have you tried their artichoke?
Yes, we have!
Tristan? Do you have a moment?
If it's important.
Yes, it is. It's about your dad.
Please.
You must be shocked by the news.
It took me a long time to even think about accepting it.
- You had a lot more time for it! - I wanted Ludwig to tell you, but he kept putting it off.
Probably because he's scared.
- And because he knew exactly how painful it was going to be for all of you! - Do I look like I'm in pain?
And how do you, or how does anyone know how I'm feeling?
Maybe the news that my father has cancer was just the high point of an extremely successful year!
Talk to him Tristan. Nobody knows how much time he's got left.
He would be so happy to see you!
Believe me, you're going to regret this one day.
Yesterday evening we went to this little Trattoria you told us about.
And all of a sudden, an elegant Italian woman came up to our table and asked for an autograph.
- I'm not suprised that Marlene has got fans even in Italy. - Me neither, but . . .
. . .she wanted an autograph from me!
She recognized that I was the chief designer of LCL. She was even wearing one or our dresses!
- You must have been suprised! - Completely! We laughed about it the whole way back!
Your little story shows that you've become a great designer. . .
. . . but I don't know anything about what's really going on inside of you, what inspires you!
To be honest, I haven't really thought about it either.
Then show me! Let me see how you work! Well, not literally!
- I can still show it to you! Stay here, I'll be right back! - I'm curious!
Feel this!
Nice!
And it looks nice as well!
Does it have a pattern?
- Can you feel it? - Sure!
They have different motives.
It's very pretty. I like it. Not that one.
Hey! Bad !
- You OK? - Sure, sure!
- Nice fabric! - From Dubai!
Arms up!
Okay. . .
- Now your arm. - OK.
First your shoulder.
Have I told you how proud I am of you?
I think so.
Not just because of what you've achieved. . .
but because you've always gone your own path. . . in your professional and private life. . .
. . . quite often against my will.
But that's exactly what I admired in you.
What have you got there?
- A button? - Mhm.
- It's from here. Do you want to keep it? - No. I want you to hold on to it.
As a reminder of this wonderful afternoon.
Yes, it sure was.
- Ouh! - What's wrong, dad?
- It's OK. - Can I get you something?
- Maybe a glass of water. - Sure, right away! Sit down!
- Give me one with the rift, and a smooth one. - Here.
- You OK? - Yes, I'm great!
It's great that you could come back so quickly.
- I'm happy that I'm here. - Me too!
And don't lose the button!
- Shall we go home? - Yes.
Oh, Dad!
I'm so scared, dad!
Me too, me too.
I don't ever want to lose you!
Oh, sweetie. . .
What's this?
A tarot card.
The night before Elisabeth came to tell us that you had leukemia, we drew this card for you.
- To predict my future? - Yes.
Is it Death?
Yes.
- But back then, I felt that you were not going to. . . - . . . die.
And now?
I don't feel anything!