Veni Vidi Vici (2024)

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Recycling.

Break a leg!

Well played.

Well played.

- Well played, Paula.

- Thanks.

Paula!

There they stand, cheering.

For sure, my foul was first class.

Anyone can play fair.

Sticking to the rules?

I'm too creative for that.

And my success proves me right.

You destroyed them.

Indeed.

You played well too.

A foul is not a crime.

And even if it is:

Who's to blame?

The one who fouls or the one

who looks the other way?

One could have called that a foul.

It was a foul.

Allow me to apologise

for my daughter!

Life's not fair.

Cheekiness wins, Julie, right?

I'll get you next time!

Anyway, my father is proud of me.

Work hard, play hard!

Not that I care.

He has enough people kissing his a*s.

He's an investor.

Everyone wants to please him.

- Got you!

- Dad!

- Daddy! Put me down!

- Off to bed!

I'm still hungry!

The monsters are sleeping.

I can't.

We won't give up.

Amon, I can't do it again,

this endless hormone therapy.

I just can't.

The ship has sailed.

Besides, I still have Paula.

Coco and Bella are

so annoying already.

Careful, it's loaded.

- That's great-grandpa's, right?

- Finest craftsmanship.

Will you join us tomorrow?

We're going for a hike.

Dad thinks I'm too young.

Besides, I have to study.

Ethics or whatever.

Ethics. What a waste of time.

My father has to

make tough decisions.

He does what's necessary,

what's best for all of us.

Even if that means

making sacrifices.

Fire people or whatever.

That's why he likes being in nature.

For his work-life balance.

Hey! Stop!

I know you!

Just run away!

I'll get you!

Time's up, Maynard!

I just met a funny fellow.

- That's your r*fle, isn't it?

- Yes.

You think I hunt

with bow and arrow?

Just let us do our work.

But I saw him.

Isn't it beautiful here?

The perfect spot for

a little industrial complex.

Dear friends,

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Today, I'm honoured to give you

a little glimpse into the future:

The Ampre Factory.

Europe's largest battery factory

gives us hope for tomorrow today.

Breathtaking.

Join me?

- How old are yours?

- My son is eight.

Viktoria and I are working hard

on growing our family.

What a relief.

- Is there anything more beautiful?

- Yes, the fall elections.

The project has to go

public by then.

Jobs, innovation,

sustainability, you know...

Do you know Carl Sares?

Barta Batteries,

they're in trouble.

Minister, I would like

to integrate Sares' company.

So, the competition authority,

the land reclassification...

That's what I'm here for.

Now, there are foundations

that support our work.

Not the Party, not directly.

They support our lean

government.

- My assistant may get in touch?

- I insist.

- He also owns important patents.

- Your assistant?

Sares.

Indeed.

It's important to stay

within the donation limits.

Everything must be legal.

So the land has to be reclassified?

The Green Party is

gaining popularity.

No one can understand that.

It frightens me.

The sn*per frightens me.

The sn*per, you know,

the never-ending m*rder spree?

Terrible.

Are we living

in a lawless space?

Of course not.

Jesus Christ!

Law and order!

Mommy's almost done.

Mr. Bux, please.

- Please.

- Thank you.

It's a nature reserve...

But the battery plant is

a sustainable thing.

That's a tough one

for the Green Party.

Alright.

The reclassification?

I'm on it.

The competition authority...

- Excuse me?

- Bux, leave it. You can go.

Maxi, a bit more quiet!

I talked to that man Prasser

from the competition authority...

All jobs should go to Herlitzen.

He's a major donor.

We have to offer him something else...

5G or a tunnel or...

That's enough!

Behave and we'll be done soon.

Come here.

This is Mr. Kafka,

he's a minister, too.

My kids are in boarding school,

they love it.

Maynard asked me if we live in a lawless

space, because of the sn*per.

The police are too

laissez-faire nowadays.

- Just like a Montessori school.

- I'm going to a Montessori school!

And all traces

lead towards Maynard!

It has to be someone

from his inner circle.

The sn*per is toying with us!

I hope Maynard doesn't bail out

from the battery plant.

That would be scandalous.

Stop! Stop it now!

Children, children!

I'm coming to eat you!

Dad always says,

family is not important.

Family is everything.

He'd give up all his money

as long as he had us.

And his hammock

in the Virgin Islands.

I don't know what's going on.

Hot, cold, headaches...

Menopause maybe...

Anne, au-pairs

can't go on vacation!

Finally rid of you!

Take me with you!

I'm bored already!

- Maybe help in the kitchen?

- Haha, right.

The license number

is on the key.

- Thanks for the car.

- You're welcome.

Have a good trip!

Our au pair Anne and her boyfriend Henry

are also part of the family.

And Alfred, of course,

our butler.

Drive safely!

And not too fast!

Luckily,

Alfred doesn't have anyone else.

So he can always be there for us.

He used to be a journalist.

No one knows us as well as he does.

Dad trusts him blindly.

Only Alfred is allowed to come along

when he goes out into nature.

The two of them disappear

for whole afternoons.

They always seem to have a blast.

Dad says the fresh air

is good for him.

And he gets to know people

he would otherwise never meet.

Like the gamekeeper,

that little gremlin.

What's wrong this time, Alois?

Hello Helga.

It's important!

Any news?

Why is Maynard still

on the loose?

Am I interrupting your

lunch break?

Among other things, yes.

- I'm losing my appetite.

- That wouldn't hurt.

Alois!

- I want to file a report!

- Again?

I saw him!

Get a grip, Alois.

- But I know what I saw!

- You're imagining things.

Guys, kick him out.

Bugger off!

Get lost, Alois.

I'm serious.

Dr. Maynard...

I need your legal advice,

in the pool.

Something wrong?

I have to talk to you.

Today I realised...

What is it?

that I like young women.

- Well, I prefer mature ones...

- Right.

First: Careful!

- And second...

- I am intrigued.

Better get that straight

out of your head.

Our lovely

Dr. Vitaly sent these photos.

My egg, your sperm,

her stretch marks.

That one has sunken eyes.

She doesn't look like you.

That doesn't matter.

The DNA is ours.

Only her uterus matters.

And you don't have

pictures of those?

Here, look:

Hungarian, 26, medical school,

non-smoker,

foot and teeth model.

Doesn't wish contact.

That's too bad.

Too bad!

Cats are relentless,

studies have shown.

They'd eat us alive,

if we were as small as mice.

And this is the

entrepreneurial spirit

that we "Schumpeterians"

live and honour.

What Mozart was to music,

Amon Maynard is to money.

I'm very proud

to award my protg

the "Ring of Disruption",

in honour of the economist

Joseph Schumpeter.

Thank you for everything, Carl.

My dog allergy might

add to the cat analogy.

I wasn't a particularly

good student.

I can't even write

a single line of code.

And I'm no poet either.

I have a good intuition

for what the future holds,

and I have high risk tolerance.

But don't big cats belong

to the wilderness?

Either he's on drugs

or gone nuts.

Shareholders love

that sort of thing.

Congratulations.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Congratulations.

The Chancellor sends his apologies.

Appointments.

- The garden festival in Tulln.

- Yes, Bux.

Can I steal him? Amon?

Only good news for the economy.

The competition

authority greenlighted.

Thanks to your assistant.

That makes our work much easier

and supports democracy.

The... competition authority?!

- They greenlighted what?!

- Magda Sares...

Carl Sares,

I don't need to introduce you.

Minister.

- Congratulations, you lucky man!

- What do you mean?

Well, you... I mean you and you

will merge together,

Yes?

- No?

- Merge?!

No!

You've known

each other for so long,

and now the Ring of Disruption.

What an honour!

I learned from the best.

- No no...

- I owe it all to you.

No!

While we're at it,

anything else you need?

Grants, benefits, subsidies?

He won't get away with this.

Everyone kisses his arse,

and that's what you get for it!

No...

I can't believe he did that.

- What?

- We can hear you fighting!

Sylvester, look closely:

This fool just lost your inheritance.

Come on.

I feel a little

sorry for Sylvester.

It's going to be uncomfortable at home

now with this company takeover.

His mum's already totally nuts.

Sares should be proud.

After all, he's the one who

taught Dad everything.

But now that Dad is saving his company,

Sares doesn't seem to like it.

Of course it hurts

when things change.

But that's how new things come about.

And that's progress.

Everything created

deserves to be destroyed!

Good old Sares

must learn to let go.

He should be happy. The Chinese

would have fermented him.

We'll scale this up to the moon!

- May I help you?

- Volker Carlotta, journalist.

Privacy is very important

to the Maynard family.

- Please contact our press office.

- You're a nature lover, you go hunting?

He loves nature for a reason:

to be left in peace.

I work for a hunting magazine.

We share a passion.

Mr. Maynard,

let's talk about hunting.

Have a nice day, Mr... Carlotta.

He wants to go all-in.

I like that.

Isn't this where

the Porsche should be?

Or is it that one?

Must have been stolen...

Strange.

- I'll ask the office.

- Tibor?

- That's not necessary.

- Of course.

Yes, hello, Szigeti here.

I'd like to report a stolen car.

You can feel

it in the whole house.

Poor you. It was his life's work.

And your mum?

The company is so

important to her.

- More important than me...

- She's crazy!

- How do you feel about it?

- I hate it. All of this!

Business, growth...

who cares?

We can't go on

like this forever.

Damn right,

who the f*cking f*ck cares?

- Your father... my father's k*ller.

- Could be much worse.

See you tomorrow.

Father-k*ller...

that's a bit mean.

If Sylvester inherited the company,

it would be doomed anyway.

He reads Piketty and

wants to study philosophy...

He's really sweet.

A little time k*ller.

Sylvester Sares?

Of all people?

We've so much in common.

His parents are dead, too.

- I feel very much alive.

- Yes, but Mum...

- But his is still alive.

- No, she's not.

His parents died

in a plane crash.

What?

Carl never told me.

They're way too old!

Magda Sares, his foster-mother,

is actually his aunt.

She's totally losing it because

you stole their company.

- Could be much worse.

- That's what I said.

Anyways, he never met

his mother, just like me.

- But you still have me.

- Yes, and Viktoria.

I'll be right back.

Our family tradition is very

important to Dad

and he makes no secret of it.

He carries it close to his heart...

in his hunting bag.

Is she pregnant?

It won't work.

- Can you keep a secret?

- Top secret.

We're trying a surrogate mother

with Viktoria's egg and my... our DNA.

Science fiction!

At least Viktoria won't die

giving birth like Mum.

- Paula!

- It's true, isn't it!

- Volker.

- Regina.

It's uhm, nice here.

Chewing gum?

No.

Maynard's the k*ller.

- Crazy!

- You have to publish this.

How long have you

been researching this, Volker?

You have to publish

this, front page!

We need to check this,

for your own good.

I checked it already.

We have to

double check it, Volker.

- You don't trust me?

- Volker.

What is this?

Are you having an episode again?

The story's rock solid.

Maybe you need to

double check your meds?

I was depressed because of you.

I've been great since we split.

You're sh1tting

yourself, aren't you?

- You've always been a flat-earther.

- You've always been a coward.

Yeah right... f*ck off.

Jerk.

Please, Regina.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy Birthday Coco and Bella

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday, little devils!

- Say "thank you".

- Thanks!

A Porsche!

Hello, my name is Coco.

Elton, John, be nice.

Don't worry, they don't bite.

I want a dog!

- Your vitamins, Mr. Maynard.

- Thank you, Alfred.

Amon!

No make-up, Herlitzen?

I almost didn't recognise you.

Dude, I'll give you 200 million.

That's a lot of money.

Other people's money.

You can go to the

casino with it. Bingo.

Exactly, Philipp,

what's the fun in that?

- Where's the challenge?

- Okay.

Very funny. Seriously, we want

to invest in this battery thing.

f*ck, Amon, I don't know what

to do with all this damn money.

I have to deliver returns.

Please, take it.

Build the place bigger!

You'll find something

for your money, Philipp.

Just reach for the stars!

Maybe next time!

Time for face-paint, Dad!

Which animal do you want to be?

What a surprise.

This way please.

- I have to...

- Are you here for the celebration?

To celebrate the day.

- That's right, Mr...

- Sepperer.

Please.

Welcome.

Good to see you again.

I interrupted the

masquerade for you...

May I introduce

my daughter, Paula.

Hello!

We're celebrating our

little daughters' birthdays.

Come.

Champagne?

He's here.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Viktoria.

Amon told me all about you.

Would you like to have

your face painted too?

Or the bouncy bounce?

- Dad says you're a forester?

- Gamekeeper!

Gamekeeper, of course.

- Then you must see our collection.

- What a wonderful idea!

Paula, will you

show it to our guest?

Come.

This is it.

Our collection.

Make yourself at home.

This one's a classic.

You probably know it.

Unfortunately, I'm not

allowed to sh**t. I'm too young.

sh**t?!

Are you not feeling well?

Maybe a glass of champagne?

What about this one?

I can load it, if you allow me.

- May I?

- Are you crazy?!

Risk is my driving force.

Innovation. Progress.

One technology survives,

the other one dies.

You're always on the hunt...

Creative destruction.

Horse, train,

petroleum, the electric car.

Sustainability

is the word of the hour.

Isn't that a contradiction,

destruction and sustainability?

Not at all.

Like sun and water,

destructive power is a creative power.

Alright.

Catch me if you can!

You're in good shape.

You go cycling too?

I haven't been for some time.

- And you?

- Motorcycle.

There already are electric ones.

My kids keep me in shape.

And hunting keeps you balanced?

Yoga's not my thing.

So this is your hunting ground?

I could never hurt an animal.

That sn*per keeps

the police busy, huh?

Even though

everyone knows it's me.

Let's stop this

nonsense, Volker.

You've been

following me for so long.

What are you waiting for?

I can do anything.

Where's the uprising?

You're disgusting, Maynard.

Why does nobody stop me?

And you?

You aren't a lemming?

Prove it!

I'm in your hands, Volker!

Please.

I'm challenging you, Volker.

It's over, Maynard.

I wish you all the best, Volker.

Take care!

You can do it!

Hello?! Stop!

The Salzburg Festival was a huge...

Here.

You know what's going on.

What are you waiting for?

Okay, Volker.

We're on it.

If you don't publish it,

I'll put it on my blog.

Are you done?

What was that?

Volker has this strange fixation...

Madam Minister?

Yes, speaking.

No, it's not about the polls...

It's my ex-husband.

Daddy!

What are you doing?

Stop it!

That's not a toy!

It's dead already.

Poor guy flew against a window.

Come on Coco, let's get Alfred.

Dad doesn't get people.

They are happy about a pay rise.

They wait for their online deliveries.

They get annoyed

with their neighbours.

They're in deep sleep,

just like this bird.

and wait

for their saviour.

- She's the one.

- She's popular.

So?

- As long as she doesn't wish contact.

- Definitely not.

Mrs. Maynard?

Shall we sit down for a moment?

Something wrong?

Your results are here.

You're pregnant!

Fourteenth week.

Congratulations!

My friend Gaston says,

if you don't get caught,

you deserve everything

you've stolen.

- Just let me pay for it.

- Too expensive!

I think that makes sense.

Nothing ventured,

nothing gained.

After all, performance should be

rewarded.

Sylvester, let's go.

Bye bye!

- How dumb was that?

- Let's go!

For my Sylvester. Stallone.

Hey! Stop!

Bye, Sylvester.

How awesome is that!

Sylvester,

Mr. Lover-lover!

Bye!

So.

Looks like...

you're going to have a sibling soon.

Baby bubbles for everyone!

Twins? Boy or girl?

What month?

Fourth. We wanted

to be sure before we tell you.

We're having a baby!

I love you.

I hope it's going to be a girl.

"Olivia" would be nice.

Uniformed police.

I think I forgot

to pay for something.

To your room!

So just the kindergarten cops.

Coco, Bella, go play.

Hello.

- Are you the parents of Paula Maynard?

- Yes, why?

There's been a report of shoplifting.

That's the last straw.

If you listen closely,

you might hear something...

Can you hear it?

I don't hear anything.

- But I do.

I'm sorry about the shoplifting.

Come on, let's go play.

Theft, Paula.

That's beneath you.

Make a little effort.

You can do better.

Yes, that was stupid.

I already have

a much better idea.

Can't wait.

- I'm really sorry.

- Me too.

- So?

- Yes, Mum.

Please accept our apologies.

- It won't happen again!

- We'll pay for everything.

Alright, I'll withdraw my report.

Very good.

Now get on with it.

Now they'll learn something.

If you make a mistake,

you have to pay for it.

- You can't escape justice!

- Exactly, you can't escape justice.

- Um, honesty always...

- Honesty always wins.

- Let's spice it up a little.

- Haven't learned your lesson?

Have you spoken to

our staff about the renovation?

One second...

- Anne, what's up?

- They arrested Henry.

- What?

- You have to help him.

- Where?

- They stopped us on the highway.

Anne!

Anne, open the door.

I can't believe it,

how they treated him.

Bloody Nazis!

This is so wrong.

I'm so worried about him.

It'll vanish into thin air.

Honesty always wins.

We'll get him out of there.

What doesn't k*ll him,

will make him stronger.

He'll be fine.

I love Viktoria,

but she really is different from us.

She has such a big heart.

She can hardly stand it that

some people have everything

and others have nothing.

Grandma always said:

If you are born poor,

it's not your mistake.

But if you die poor,

it's your mistake.

- Judge!

- Oh, Mrs. Maynard!

This is turning into

a repeating pattern.

My client Lumbuma.

Innocent.

No motive, no witnesses,

no evidence.

Poor guy, gets caught speeding

and ends up a m*rder suspect?

As you know,

custody is mandatory.

We're talking

about a serial k*ller.

who is still at large.

You know the law.

It's there to protect you.

Your client will go free,

of course.

Why "of course"?

I wish we could go back to

primordial soup and start afresh...

They can do whatever they want.

Bloody hell!

I don't know if that's a solution,

but it's certainly a way out.

Too bad for the gamekeeper.

He really meant well.

Henry!

How was jail, bro?

f*ck the police!

For our serial k*ller.

So strange.

I don't get it.

Someone forged

the license plate?! Why?

The sn*per wanted to put

the spotlight on Mr. Maynard.

sn*per sh**ting range?

That was nothing.

The young lady again?

I'm running out of teddy bears!

One more round?

- One more time!

- What about the ghost train?

- You'll sh**t her into bankruptcy.

- Please!

Enough, Paula. Come on.

- I want to sh**t!

- Me too!

Dad thinks we're

too young, right?

May I help you?

What do you want from me?

It's alright, he's harmless.

Unfortunately, no one

believed Carlotta.

I think he's ready

for a career change.

Your father wouldn't

approve of this.

I won't say anything, I promise.

So?

I'm sorry you never

got to meet your mother.

Me too.

But she has a pretty view up here.

Paula.

I know who the sn*per is.

We both know.

I don't understand.

This has to stop.

Innocent people are dying!

Stay cool, Carlotta.

We have police protection.

It's in your hands.

I know.

Do you want

this to go on forever?

Careful Carlotta,

or you'll be next!

Justice is sleeping,

Justice wake up...

When you need the sn*per,

he's not around...

We really have to

deliver the sn*per soon!

Danger is moving closer

to the Maynards.

Maxi!

Look your friend is here again,

Minister Kafka.

And Mr. Besl, Chief of Police.

Say hello!

Hello!

They have property protection now.

At Mrs. Maynard's request.

Her being a victim advocate

doesn't make it easier for us.

Heart-warming.

If something happened to them,

the press would...

Burn us alive.

The press... wait a minute!

That journalist,

what's his name again?

Carlotta, of course...

I think you know what to do.

Chop chop!

Chop chop!

So?

So?

Volker Carlotta, born '73 in

Vienna, divorced. Journalist.

Qualified lawyer.

I was a court reporter

when I wrote my PhD.

"Freedom of the press and

the presumption of innocence".

Good morning, ladies.

Mr. Carlotta.

I'm your public defender,

Viktoria Maynard.

- No thanks, I'll pass.

- It's mandatory.

You have the right to remain silent.

The honest option

would be a confession.

Just trust me.

So, whodunnit?

You!

Sure!

You are making

yourself complicit.

You know who did it

and you're doing nothing.

And what are you doing?

Aren't you worried

for the next victim?

- My client is very...

- You shut up.

"Freedom of the press

and the presumption of innocence".

Don't listen to them.

No...

- Don't worry.

- My client is innocent.

Actually, no.

I'm not.

I confess.

I'm the sn*per!

And now let's sit and wait

for the next m*rder victim.

Here you go, two soda pops.

A triple hot dog for the gentleman,

plus spicy sauce.

And for the lady,

the crazy-horse-bun.

Dig in!

Finally.

You were right, Carlotta.

It didn't take long,

it happened again.

C'est la vie!

A false confession is

always a bad idea.

The justice system

won't forget that.

You've lost. Against Justice,

in the name of the people.

I'm devastated.

I had such high hopes for you.

Mr. Carlotta, please!

Come with us

to the Minister of Justice.

After all, he's the one

who's responsible.

- You are responsible.

- Don't be a sore loser.

You did your best.

- Come on.

- I can count up to a hundred.

- Get in.

- I wanna show you!

Come!

I have to take care of Herlitzen.

Now he's the suspect.

Grotesque.

Dad doesn't want to give up hope.

He believes in this Carlotta.

That's exactly his problem.

He's so naive.

He doesn't go far enough.

I believe new brooms sweep cleaner.

I thought it'd be better

this way.

Face to face.

What are you waiting for?

What's bothering you?

Go on!

Please, speak your mind.

Get it all out!

You already know.

He's the sn*per.

- Don't be silly!

- He's the sn*per.

Him!

He's the sn*per!

It's him!

Help! You're mad!

Stop! I'm done!

I resign!

I'm stepping aside

for you, Mrs. Maynard.

You'd be the better minister.

Minister of Justice,

wouldn't that be something?

I can already picture it.

Now with the

pregnancy and all...

You do it then!

Minister Carlotta.

But don't we have

bigger plans for him?

Much bigger.

Pauli!

Hello, darling.

Alfred.

Welcome, Minister.

A quick house tour

while we freshen up?

Paula?

Please, after you.

Coco and Bella have

their rooms on the first floor.

My room's at the top,

and Anne's too.

Her boyfriend's super cool!

This is my room.

I like it clean and minimal.

I'm not a materialistic person.

What's exciting

happens in your head, no?

You see those guys?

Police protection.

Alfred always gets

them something to eat.

He's so kind.

There was a shootout

at the sausage stand nearby.

Insane, right?

Magazine,

bolt cover,

spring,

operating rod,

gas tube.

Now you.

Gas tube.

Bolt and operating rod,

bolt spring,

bolt cover,

magazine,

loaded.

Do it.

Out. Now!

Alfred!

No!

Paula, call an ambulance!

Volker, wake up! Help me!

Yes hello, Paula

Maynard speaking.

We need an ambulance.

Cottagegasse 139.

An ambulance!

Someone got shot.

Say again?

Just come on over.

Quick.

Over there!

Paula!

Oh god, I'm bleeding.

- f*ck!

- I'm bleeding!

Help's coming any second.

I'm bleeding!

f*ck!

I have to see

my wife now, please.

She's fine.

Alright, one more time.

I can't remember

which r*fle it was.

Any r*fle.

I have hundreds of them.

I can't remember which one.

Mr. Maynard.

Of course you can't remember.

You're protecting your daughter.

She shot him twice. Twice!

I did it.

I'm the f*cking sn*per!

This whole time.

It's always been me.

What's the matter with you?

A false confession won't look

good on you, Mr Maynard.

Hieger here.

Yes, Madam Prosecutor?

Understood.

Thanks.

Goodbye.

So?

Nothing will happen to her.

She's below the penal age.

She's thirteen.

Beg your pardon?

Alfred was with us

for almost ten years.

He is...

he was family.

- I'm sorry.

- Thanks.

Alright, we're done here.

Well then...

You can go now.

Your daughter is waiting outside.

Right.

Thirteen.

Of course.

Everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

I need to see my wife.

Now.

Maybe you should consider

therapy for your daughter?

Yes,

maybe.

Wow, Paula.

For a moment I thought

you hit home.

I did, didn't I?

A little act of foul play,

and Dad's already losing it.

So, a two week break.

- Promise?

- Promise.

Please.

Bleedings like this can

happen during your pregnancy.

It's nothing unusual.

The baby's okay,

I just panicked.

Everything's fine.

- Thank God!

- Mum!

I'm so sorry.

Please don't be mad.

Paula...

Your Dad still has

a lot to teach you.

I'll take care of it.

Promise.

But now let's welcome

our new family member.

Please call me Alfred.

The car is ready.

No intercourse for two weeks.

Too risky!

Hey. You good?

Yeah, you?

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,

the Ampre Factory,

Europe's largest battery factory,

will change the world.

All thanks to Amon Maynard!

Long live creative destruction!

Relentless entrepreneurship!

There are people

who don't know any limits.

Give them your applause!

Yes, there are people

without limits.

And you cheer them on,

for a few crumbs of the cake.

And history repeats itself,

over and over again.

Hey!

m*rder*r!

So arise,

cream puffs of this planet.

You can stop me anytime.

Or you might be next.