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Thank you.

Host

Hi Beck, this is Schwarting.

We have a stranded boat
on the island.

Sure, dead bodies on board.
That's why I'm calling.

I need your CSI team.

West beach. 300 meters
north of groyne 22.

Take the next ferry or better
use the coast guard right away.

I'll wait here for you.

Hey Miscarriage! I have a
score to settle with you.

Sperm.

Or should I tell your stepmom
you're sh1tting yourself in there?

Sperm! I don't forget!

After swimming.

Thursday

Hey! Hands off.

What's up?

Evelin? Are you all right?

I'm fine.

So!

Who will demonstrate the diving
exercise from last time?

Body away from the pool edge
and dive as far as you can.

Easy. Who wants to?

Okay.

Hermann!

Can I, please?
- Me too.

Hermann can do it. Right?

Ladies and Gentleman!
Herm, the Sperm!

I'm not feeling well today.
I'm a little sick, I think.

Oh? Okay, should I call home?

Okay.
Then sit down for now.

You can do the exercise
some other time.

Rom]'-.

Teacher's pet!

Environmentalists are sounding
the alarm.

With birds
being k*lled en masse in Latin

America by frightened people.

In fact, pigeon flu can only
be transmitted by pigeons

and not by any other bird
and animal species.

And of course, unfortunately,
now also from person to person.

Mrs. Ponz?

Hello?

Merit!

Mrs. Ponz?

That bad?

Oh, there you are.
You shouldn't

leave this open like that.
A person with less self-control

could easily be tempted.

I read about your money problems.
- Oh yeah?

And about your drug addiction...

You just wouldn't believe it and now
your whole world is collapsing.

We aren't that backward.
Even if you think so.

Or why else would Nikolai
Wagner come

to us islanders unless
he was in trouble?

There's just no fooling you.
I need an advance.

- Why?

To snort your God-given
talent away with coke?

- Give me the?

No. It's not good for you!
- Give me my property now!

You need help.
- Certainly not from you.

You signed a contract.
You're here to read.

And you're not gonna screw that up.

Listen, I'm great at screwing up.

You stupid c**t!

No! - Yes! - Ouch!

If you're looking to add a little
sparkle to your mundane

existence with a star writer
from the big city,

then maybe it wasn't a good idea
to treat him like your

adolescent son.

Farewell, Mrs. Ponz!

Ladies and gentlemen:

Nikolai Wagner.

Top of the world.

So you're not well, huh?

Well, I've been watching this
for ten days now in Paris.

The whole school trip.

What do you mean?

The soapfish, the sole, the squid.
These are all animals

that, when bitten, secrete
a foul-tasting mucus.

Will that be on the test?
- Of course, this doesn't

prevent the bite.

But it tastes so bitter...

That every predator will
reconsider whether

it is worthwhile to continue biting.

And now: One signature each.
- And the dream comes true.

Do you have another question?

If you knew how long this
has been my dream.

My whole life.

But is it really your dream, too?
- Of course, darling.

You wanted to get away
from the island.

To the mountains.

That's true, but we can
always take a vacation.

You know what?

Take a few more minutes.
You have to take a step

like that calmly.

So, how's it going?

They're still deliberating.

You could certainly sell Sloborn
more convincingly

if you would finally make
up your own mind.

I already have.
- Yeah?

What's your big
city cowboy say?

I have to get back.

Were you gonna cancel
on me for today?

- No way.
Father and I need you

for an official appointment.

It's about the tidal power plant.
A group of investors

are visiting the island
with him.

Chinese.

And?
- With such projects there is

always a lot of resistance.

Father thinks it would make a
good impression if the mayor

AND the tourism commissioner are
fully behind the project.

Am I'?
- Oh, come on.

Dad gave you
carte blanche with the fort.

Send me the documents,
I'll look at it.

_ And?

And?

I'll be there.

Thanks.

Hi, um...l was wondering
if I could maybe

get an appointment with you today.

It's about an ab*rtion.

Yes... That works.

Okay. See you later.

GHOST sent you a video.

The yacht was discovered by a
jogger today around 8 a.m.

Careful with your head.

Then I went on board and found
the owners of the boat.

John and Rachel Wilkinson. Americans.

I have a theory how all
this could have happened.

It's easy to see Rachel
died before John did.

I think John lived a
day or two more.

Laid her out, probably
to... to mourn her.

And then k*lled himself
with the flare g*n.

I found a satellite phone
down below, but no cell phone.

But there is this.

Seawater kept the blood pool damp.
I counted three different

shoe treads.

Fellow travelers?
- No. Thieves.

Valuables, money, cell
phone - all gone.

The traces are from last night.

Islanders, from here.

Yes?

Sent out to all the students?

Be right there.

Okay, here. Now yours.

Dude, I'm telling you.
The

video didn't come from us.
- From whom then?

No idea. Herm, maybe?

Dude, are you crazy?
Cover your snout!

Hey, come here.

Let me say this once:
no matter what happens,

I wasn't on that boat.

Dude, who gives a f*ck if
we were on the boat?

We didn't do anything.

Maybe you'll be fine.
But I'm

in enough trouble already.
One more strike and I'll

get kicked out.

You know what happens next?

My father beats me to death.

But first,

I'll come and get your scalps.

We're friends, right? Why don't you
just ask nicely and drop the show?

Dude, have you been smoking weed?
- No, why?

Your eyes are really red.

Hey.
- Here you are.

They want us all in the auditorium.
Because of the video.

I just signed out.
I

feel kind of sick.
- sh*t, again?

Then... I'll come by after school?
Make soup or something.

Look, no offense, but
I think it's better

if I just get a good night's sleep.

Okay. Have you all swallowed
your tongues now?

All right.

I'll try to jog your memory.

These are sneaker prints
from the sailboat.

Now you have two possibilities.

Either those of you who were
on the boat come forward.

Or you can all take off your shoes
and hand them over to me.

Well?

What do you prefer?

Okay then...

I was on the boat.

Me too.

Anybody else?

Shoes off!

Was anyone else on
the boat with you?

No.

And you can confirm this?

Your shoes, too.

All right, you two, come
with me, please.

Dude, they want us to stay on this
incest island for six months?

They look like their
parents f*cked sheep.

I'm already dying of boredom.

Hey, Freja!
- Freja.

How many spazzes live here
on the island again?

- None.
Soon one.

Are you talking about yourself?

What about you'?

Oh no, don't tell me
you are Danish too.

You were damn quiet back there when
we all dropped our pants,

why we're all here.

Hello? Your criminal record!

But you're not Ret*rded
or anything, right?

You know the rule.
If you don't tell,

you must be a sex offender.

Yeah okay. Really fun with you.
Hey, man! Look at her.

Hey!

Nope it's invalid.
- What? No, it can't be.

It's valid the day after
tomorrow, not today.

- That's a joke, right?

Nope, next!

Listen: It came up at short
notice that I have to

leave the island today.
And

not the day after tomorrow.

Yeah, then get a valid ticket.
There's a ticket machine over there.

It's very impressive how you prevent
our world from sinking

into chaos here.

But in this case, your commitment
makes no sense at all.

Because it is completely
irrelevant whether

this ticket is validated today
or the day after tomorrow.

Do you understand?
It doesn't

f*cking matter.
- If I were you, I'd hurry.

When
I'm done here, we'll leave.

So.

Transaction canceled.

Wait! Uh...

Please, please, please! sh*t!

Wait!

The... machine is broken.

I don't think so.

Listen, I am Nikolai
Wagner, the writer.

This is an emergency, I have
to get off this island.

Yes. And I'm Captain Bluebear.

The next one leaves in
two hours. However...

It'll be me standing here again.

sh*t!

Welcome to Sloborn!

I'll be in touch, okay?

Hey, yo Hate'?
- Yo, so what'?

What did they want to know?
- He babbled about a cell phone

stolen from the yacht.

What cell phone?
No idea.

I don't know anything.
- Don't talk sh*t, man!

Are
you f*cking kidding us?

I swear dude.
No idea.

I didn't take anything.
- Yeah, sure.

As if.

Besides, somebody else must have
been on the boat after us.

Because somebody made this video.

Then only f*ck Herm could
have recorded the video.

- Hey, but please don't tell
me you snitched on me.

Dude, they know there were
two others on the ship.

They have footprints.

Don't worry about the footprints,
I'm already wearing different shoes.

Yeah, but dude, let's meet and
talk about what's next.

- No, I'm going home first!

We'll talk about Herm tomorrow.
We'll visit Miscarriage at home.

I'll bash his face in.

The US tightens immigration checks
due to the pigeon flu,

which seems to have originated
in India or China.

It's now spreading very quickly
in Latin America as well.

A state of emergency has
now been declared

in all affected countries.

Measures such as contact
bans and curfews,

which are proving successful in
Asia, are to be enforced.

While the number of deaths is
no longer increasing,

Maybe the best time to
live on an island.

The search for an effective
vaccine against pigeon flu

has so far been unsuccessful.

The private bank Reininger Lockerby
has lodged an appeal against...

Dude, this smells like sh*t.

We have put a lot of thought
into the sleeping arrangements.

It'll stay this way!
The dormitory

for the boys.
Come on.

And the girls here!

There are name tags on the beds.

What is this dump...
- I can't sleep in this.

I'm sure there are bedbugs.
- Cobwebs everywhere.

Oh, for God's sake. The Chatterbox.

Hello Lena.
Yes it's me.

I've
got a little problem.

I'm here on the island and I
have to leave immediately.

But I don't have a valid ticket
and there is some problem

with my bank account.
Can you

please send something quickly.

What are you thinking!
- What?

I'm your agent, not your bank!
- You can't be serious.

I'm dead serious.

I don't want to know what
you've earned with me

over the years.

Listen to me carefully Nikolai.
You can't seriously think...

- No, no, no, no, no, Lena.

Let me tell you something.
There

are quite a few agents
on this planet who would

gladly take me

and who are not so
stingy and niggardly

and miserly and... hello?

Yeah great!

According to the diameter of
the head and height of the

femur, the fetus is probably
about 10 or 11 weeks old.

Which means?

That an ab*rtion isn't possible
for much longer.

So the father of the child
is unknown to you.

Excuse me, but I must hear
your answer clearly.

Yes, he's unknown.

And how many sexual partners
have you had in that period?

Maybe three... or four?

So you had unprotected
sexual intercourse with



Yes.

Well, I didn't know
it was unprotected.

Like I said, I forgot to
take the pill once.

And all the names of your sexual
partners are unknown?

Yeah.

One-night stands... after club visits.

Evelin, you are a minor.

Therefore it is up to me whether
you are allowed to attend

the obligatory consultation for
your ab*rtion alone.

Or not.

This is my body! My responsibility.

I am convinced that it is
better if your father

or mother accompany you
to this conversation.

Here you go.

Okay.
You understand

everything so far?
- It wasn't that much.

Good.
Then I'll give

you the lists later,
and then you can split

up into work groups.

Thanks, Freja. Okay. On
to a broader issue.

Listen up, everyone.

I suppose you have already noticed
that there are no bars.

You're free to move around, and
we're not locking you in.

Why do you think that is?

Maybe because we're on an island and
running away makes no sense anyway.

No one wants to live in this
f*cking ruin...

No, that's not it.

I have all your files,
which means I know everything

you've done.

And there's bad stuff, very bad.
But I also know what

was done to you.

By your parents, stepparents,
classmates,

brothers, sisters, and
that's bad too.

Extremely bad. For most
of you, it was hell.

Sorry. That slipped out.

Anton, right?

What were you trying
to tell us, Anton?

Is it so terrible here?

Terribly boring.

It's obvious what's next.
- Oh, yeah?

What's next?
Tell me.

I was just like you guys back
then.

That's why no bars.
Because I trust you, right?

So you can trust us. And blah blah.
- That's some therapy bullshit.

Yeah, you're right.

I used to be like you.
But this is exactly why

I don't trust you.

Any of you.
Any more

than you trust me.
We're strangers to each other,

and that's the point:

Whoever you are out there,
you have a chance here

to put all this behind you,
to break the circle.

You can be someone else
here for six months.

Someone who doesn't step
in sh*t all the time.

Instead we are supposed to
happily renovate this barn.

Until one day we'll be poor b*stards
f*cked by the system just like you.

Happy or not, that's
none of my business.

But renovating the farm, that's
part of the program.

And what are we supposed to do,
watering flowers?

The deal is, if you don't
follow the rules,

you're out of the program.

Anyone who leaves without permission
leaves the program.

Anyone who resolves conflicts
with violence

is fired from the program.

Anyone who bullies, steals
or tries to f*ck

with us in any way will be
fired from the program.

No second chance. That's it.
We'll send you back.

Understood?

If you understood?

Good.

Then we'll have a great
time together.

Fiete!

Yes?
- You have a visitor!

Yes?

Miscarriage?

What do you want?

I'll make sure you never
call me Miscarriage again.

Wow.

So how are you gonna do this?

Miscarriage?

I thought she's sick?
What kind of lying b*tch is she?

So, what exactly do
you want from me?

First of all, I want
the bullying to stop.

That's number one.

And number 2?

I want to help you to cover all
the traces.

Because I bet
my Dad will be here tomorrow

at the latest.

I'm not stupid.

But yes, fine. Anything else?

Yes.

I want the phone.

From the boat.

Mom? Dad?

Mom! Dad!

I'm glad you all found the time
to listen to me today.

I wouldn't want to present
this plan to the

whole island without having
you on my side.

Especially since I know
this won't be easy.

It is a project that many
of you are critical of.

So I ask you...

...I ask you to listen to my
presentation to the end so that

you can see that this time
everything is planned right.

Where have you been?
Your

mother is pissed off.
- I know.

I'm sorry.

To make a long story short:
There is hope for Ostergaard Castle.

Unbelievable!

This is insolent, inviting us
here only to reiterate about

your ruins off of our island.
Shame on you, Helena!

Sven! Please sit down.
- I don't want to hear any more!

Sven, please. - No!
We lost

a lot of money back then!
There's no need to throw any

more money at it now.

Sven is right.
They'll sooner

build a new airport
in Berlin before you bring

this ruin to life.

It's true.
My family have

not covered themselves
with glory back then

with this project.

But against this stands our
two hundred year history

as the cornerstone of the
island's citizenry.

You know us as reliable partners
in countless undertakings.

You value my brother as mayor..

Leave me out of this, I
have elections to win.

It is finally time to
remove that eyesore

at the gates of our
beautiful Sloborn.

And return it to its true purpose
after all these years,

a top class hotel,
a tourist magnet?

But Helena, that thing
is hopelessly rotten.

I have obtained all the necessary
expert opinions.

I had an architect's office
carry out detailed planning,

renewed all permits.

Even the Environmental Protection
Agency is on board.

Erik, you could supply the
building materials...

Richard!
- Stop it, idiots!

Here present are all the
essential elements to

form a powerful alliance.
An

alliance "pro Kastell".

I am presenting you
with a chance to

win back your lost money
and, in addition...

To finally make the profit that
my father promised.

When are you gonna tell
us what's going on?

Sorry?

You're pretending everything
is great but you and mum,

you haven't done anything
together for months.

You're like strangers.

I accepted the job in Berlin.

So... You gonna commute or?
- No.

Your mother and I, we?

Are separating.
- That is no reason to separate.

It's not just that.

We can all move to Berlin.
We wanted that anyway.

Does this look like your mother
is moving anywhere?

If I can convince you,
I can convince anyone.

When?

The day after tomorrow.
- The day after tomorrow?

When did you wanna tell us?
From on the road?

Well thanks a lot!

Congratulations, you made it!

sh*t!

Teenagers.

Evefin?

Say, are you insane?

What happened?

So. I'll deal with the phone now.

At a press conference, the Deputy
Director-General of WHO

described this flu outbreak as
the worst ever recorded.

Two months later, it has reached
unprecedented proportions.

The WHO is alarmed.
They look

at Asia, where the...

Two Cuba Libre.
- Very nice.



Put it on my tab!

I guess I'm a little nervous.

There's no reason.

Cheers.
- Cheers.

So, tell me your story.

So you can use it in
one of your books?

Right.
So what's such

a beautiful and
sophisticated woman doing

on this desolate island?

You are the poet. Tell me.
What am I doing here?

Broken heart?
- Sure.

Broken heart works.

That means you live by yourself?

Maybe. Why are you asking?

To be honest, I couldn't find
a hotel room.

And today...
- No problem.

Oh my god. That means I could?

I take 150 an hour. Room included.

Okay?

Or a quickie in the yard for 50.

A misunderstanding.
Hey, I

think you are nice and
I don't have anywhere to

sleep.
So I thought?

You could f*ck me for free?
- I wouldn't express

it this way.
But...

Wait, wait, wait!
- Let go!

I have a small emergency, and do
you have anything to snort?

- Let go right now!

I'll give it back, I promise!
- So, that's it.

Okay, my stuff!

Ok, old sport! Out!

I have my luggage... Okay,
yes okay. I got it.

Hey my stuff!

Of course. The Cuba libre
is on me then I guess.

as*h*le!

Thanks for the worst Cuba
libre of my life!

Since when do you smoke?

Your parents?

sh*t. You're such a school counselor.

My Dad's moving out.

I'm sorry.
- He's right.

This is bullshit.

I want to get away, too.
- I won't take long

and you can leave.

Then you can conquer
the whole world.

You'll leave me next.

Believe me, if I could,
I would've done it already.

Let's run away together.

Tonight.

You know that doesn't
have any future.

You will regret it soon.

f*ck, why am I not 18 already.
Nobody could tell me anything.

Hey, come here.

I'm the one who was born
ten years too early.

You, you are perfect.

Just the way you are.

Come, let's go inside,
you'll get sick.

In the meantime, the Robert
Koch Institute has also

informed all medical practices
and hospitals in Germany

about influenza columbidae, popularly
known as dove-bug or

pigeon flu.

Fiete wake up! Fiete! I got it.

Look! There are lots
of videos on it!

They will be on the lookout
for conspicuous passengers.

A
general entry ban to neighboring

countries should be
considered.

Eventually the kidneys and liver
stop working.

The so-called
hemorrhagic fever leads

to internal bleeding.

Doctors all over the world are
working urgently on methods

to prevent this progression.
So far without success.

Due to the comparatively small
number of people affected in

western industrialized
countries so far,

pharmaceutical companies do not
see a lucrative market,

which could make expensive
research worthwhile.

To date, 1765 cases have been
recorded in the affected areas

in East India, of which 1200
have already ended fatally.

In the three South American regions
the numbers are about twice as high.

Most dangerous about the virus
is the latency period.

Many infected persons are then
already highly contagious.

And they go around infecting people?
- Right.

They are natural weapons
of mass destruction

and man is their unwitting helper...

Turn that off. Turn that off, dude.