01x03 - Accomplices

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Friday

Lukas, it'll be fine,
okay? Calm down.

All this candy I found in your
room, are you serious?

- No one gives a f*ck now!

Alex stop right there,
I want to talk to you.

That's not how it works.
Alex!

Alex, please!

Good morning. I was...

With Yvonne. I know.
Hurry up, so you'll be on time.

I found many more in your desk.
If your braces are damaged,

you'll pay for it out
of your pocket money.

I don't care!
- We'll talk about that!

Everyone in my class
gets to eat candy!

I'm paying for it myself, man!

Don't you want to get changed?

Have you had breakfast?

Why does Dad have to move away?

Accomplices

What's wrong with you?

Is it time yet'? Did I oversleep?
- Hurry up and make breakfast.

What are you looking at
with your weepy face?

You think I wanted this sh*t?
Let the boy hear us.

What's wrong? Why are you not
ready for school yet?

I just had blood in my eye.

You're not writing an exam
by any chance, are you?

- Mom, I swear there was blood.

Fine. I'll report you sick.

But you'll stay in bed and rest.
No phone and no computer

games, okay?

I wasn't planning on it.

There you are. Good morning.

I brought you some tea.
It

will detox your body,
and the soup will strengthen you

for the big night tonight.

Listen...Listen.

I have to apologize.
I think I adopted

the wrong tone yesterday.

"Stupid c**t"

Not very eloquent.
- Not my finest moment.

And you wanted to steal from me.

Apology accepted.

I understand, the drugs.

Please drink.

I'm sorry, you'll have
to cancel the reading.

That's absolutely out of question.

The Pavilion is completely sold out.
Down to the last seat.

The Pavilion, look.

No, just look at me, I...
I can't do this.

Im-possible.

You have to trust me.

I'll have you fixed by tonight.

Drink your tea.

If you want me fit,

I need something other
than your tea.

No, Mr. Wagner.

No.

You're not going to fall
back into old habits.

We won't do that.

Rest.

Leave the door open, please.

I have to go to the toilet.

Oh god.

Oh god.

I wonder what the people
on that yacht died of.

Maybe this pigeon flu? "Dovebug".

Bullshit.

Are you looking for
the cause of death?

- Since when do I talk
to you about my work?

So you can gossip about
it in school?

I just thought, this virus...

There. Bangkok in panic.

You do think you'll
get every disease

that's in the papers.

The wife had a heart attack and
the husband k*lled himself.

Over and done.

Are you still looking for the
people who were on the boat?

- They stole five thousand dollars.

Phones and other valuables.

Do you know anything about it?

No, I...

No idea.

And what about the red wine
stains on my shirt?

- Dad, I...

I'll buy you a new one.
I'm sorry, I...

Stop! When will you learn?

No cereal scraps in the dishwasher.
It clogs everything up!

That's how it's done.

Come on, come on.

Earth to Peter!

Earth to Peter!

You'd forget your head if
it wasn't screwed on.

Bye, kiddo.

Bye Mom! - Bye Daddy.

Have fun!

Evelin? - Yes.

Stay here for a moment.

I'll be late for school.
- It's important.

I can drive you there, okay?

Do you understand? It's probably
my last chance.

I always wanted to go
back into research.

If I don't take the
chance now, then...

The project manager is an old
college friend of mine.

Otherwise he wouldn't have asked me.

No one wants you on the team when
you worked as a vet for

the last 12 year.

I'm just afraid that if
I pass on this...

I might hate the reason
for it one day.

Oh right, so you're doing us
a favor by leaving us?

Evelin, you know that's not
what I was trying to say.

Richard only moved to Slcaborn after
you were born, because of me.

So I could help your grandma,
when she got worse.

We wanted to stay here for 2 years
and then move back to Berlin.

That's what I thought, but it's...

Not that simple.

So you're gonna jeopardize
your marriage

just because you can't leave
this shitty island?

And you, because you don't want
to stay on this shitty island?

And I always thought you
really loved each other.

It's not just about love.
It's also about shared

dreams.
About goals.

A life plan. Your mother's
has changed. Mine hasn't.

What do you want from me, huh?

You want me to applaud?

You are the eldest and
can handle the truth.

- Well, thanks very much!

I'm 15. I'm allowed to believe
in love for another five

minutes. - Of course.

Weird question, I know. But your dad can report
virus infestations to the authorities, right?

Yes, sure. Why?

Will you drop me off now?
I'm already late for school.

Morning.

What do you want now?

So what?
- It's obvious, right?

We have to turn this in
to the authorities.

Anonymously, of course.

Forget it.
They'll know it's

from us, immediately.
- Do you have a better idea?

Hey! Are you insane?

Dude, I can't believe it.

Didn't you hear what the guy said?

Your mother is toxic.

Sorry...

Sorry, I forgot your mother died.

What if it's the pigeon flu?

The bleeding and all that
sh*t.

That's how
the Dovebug is described online.

You just read too much.

What if we got infected too?
- Bullshit.

What'?

I know you stole five thousand
dollars. Off the boat.

And?
- We can still report this without

you losing the money.

We have a deal, right?

You don't want to be called
Miscarriage anymore?

Then shut the f*ck up, okay?

And the cops don't need us,
if it really is "dovebug",

they'll figure it out for themselves.

Okay?

Oh and one more thing.

Keep your distance to me
from now on, okay?

Would be suspicious if we
were seen together, right?

I promised the boys I'd take them
to the funfair again tonight.

Before you disappear tomorrow?

I'm going to Berlin to
look at apartments.

That's only possible on the weekend.

Are you coming to the funfair?

Dad...

I...

lam...

...sad, I know.

Promise me you'll look after
your brothers, okay?

Take some of the responsibility
off of your mother.

Sorry, Dad. That would be your job.

In both Asia and South America,
infections and deaths caused

by the new Pigeon Influenza are
rising ever more rapidly.

Because of the quick spread of
the virus, the Foreign Office

has issued a travel advisory
for Asia and South America.

On to sports...

What do you think? Is that Haram?

Why would I know? I'm agnostic.

That means you're a l*sbian, huh?

It's not that bad here.

It's November in two months.
It's gonna be really

uncomfortable then.

By then we'll have blown
this place up.

What'?
You weren't planning

on spending
the winter in this dump,

were you? - True.

Those two c*ck sh*t-for-brains are
gonna get a lesson to

remember. - Deffo.

Oh. Give it a chance, yo.

You know what, sweetie.
I'll

give you this but crosswise.
- Go f*ck yourself.

[Zara's right.

We should give it a chance.

If it's sh*t, we can
still blow it up.

Look at that.

It can talk.

What do you think?

Tough crowd.

It'll be alright.

Scared?

Of the kids?

No. But I'm careful.

Good.
- You?

Just afraid we won't be able to
make a difference.

We can only show them the door.
They have to walk through it.

See that? That's what
society thinks of us.

That's what they give
us. A bunch of junk.

And yet, we should be grateful.
Because it's more than we deserve.

I just hear "we" and
"us" all the time.

What are you, a jailbird now, too?

Man, just shut up for once!
- Suck-up.

You're such a pain in the a*s!
- You shut the f*ck up.

This farm is our assignment.

We will rebuild this jewel.

Renovate, clean it up,
make it livable.

For you and for all those
who come after you.

And who want to take
their NEW CHANCE.

You want more than a piece of junk?
Than a ramshackle ruin?

Then earn it.

You're worth more?

Do you believe that? Do
you all believe that?

Then earn it!

And how long is that
gonna take, yo'?

Until it's ready.

Freja is organizing work groups now.

There are room chores,

and clearing out,

kitchen, planting the vegetable patch.

And the renovation crew...
all of you.

Not me!

Excuse me?

I know our rights.

You can keep us here, okay.
And the

self-sufficiency thing,
that's fine too.

But forcing us to build you
a mansion here... Nope.

That's forced labor.

Joint project work is
an elementary part

of the NEW CHANCE project.

And you wrote the application
yourself.

It's okay, Freja.
If the gentleman

doesn't want to join in,
he'll just be assigned to

house chores.
Anyone else?

Yes! I'm not building
a f*cking house.

All right then. Freja, find
something for the five to do.

You rebels are gonna plant
the vegetable patch.

- The others come with me.

Quiet!

Oh boy! You wh*re!

ret*rd!

Get out, dude. I'll be
out in a minute.

Sperm-alert, dude.

What do you want? What
are you looking at?

I just wanted to ask if you
know what happened to Luis.

- Dude, are you Ret*rded?

None of your f*cking business.
- Come on, just f*ck off.

Is he just skipping classes
or is he really sick?

- No on cares!

Yes! I do. And you
know exactly why!

Dude, I think Sperm's gone crazy.

Just piss off!

Freak.

Hello? - Yes?

Ah, Mrs. Ponz. I actually
wanted to talk to Luis.

Oh, yes. I have his phone.
So he doesn't play with it all day.

Is he sick or something?

Yeah, a little, but nothing bad.

You didn't happen to write
an exam today, did you?

...yes.

Oh, I knew it. So much
for blood in the eye.

Blood in the eye?

Yes.

Yes, that's really weird.

Bye.
- Yes.

Unknown

Hello?

Hello!

Who's there?

The bodies on the sailboat
are infected

with the deadly dovebug virus.

Who is this?

Hello? Hello...

He saw the cold turkey.

He saw the old cover.

Nikolai Wagner
reads from his new novel

No...No!

Okay.

Hey, piss off!

What'?

Any more questions?

Magnus is coming.

Well? Chilling?

Hey, the patch is coming
along nicely.

Come with me.

What if I don't?

Trust me, you don't
want to find out.

And?

Notice anything?

Nope.

Devid, please leave us alone.

Now what?

You want a blowjob or what?

Dude, forget it.

Now we stay here until
you notice something.

Indeed.

Same cell mutation.

I found these in both bodies.

I listed the cause of
death as heart attack.

According to her records, she had a
history of coronary heart disease.

And the strange cell mutation?
What did you make of that?

I assumed a germ infection.

They may have eaten
some spoiled food.

Happens pretty easily
in those countries.

Have the samples been sent
to Health Services yet?

No, not yet.

A courier will be here in two
hours to pick them up.

Then no one will see
them until Monday.

Get the samples ready.
I'll drive

to the mainland myself.
- Now?

Wolfgang van Sieven of Doctors
without Borders explains

that the virus is probably a
mutation of the bird flu H5N1

in one of its most aggressive
forms, which kills


There

is no medication for it.

Hey, we can't push it like this.

It's getting too dangerous.

What's going on?

I'm pregnant.

I don't know how it could happen.

But don't worry, I'll
tell my parents

it was a one-night
stand on vacation.

I just wanted you to know.

I'm sorry.

You stay here!

Erik.

You haven't changed at all.

Good to see you, man.

You ordered this, didn't you?
- Yes, sure.

So? Your boys able to unload?
Or can they only take money

from old grannies?

No.

They're good kids.

Yeah, sure.

Kids! Come here! Help unload.

It's quite a coincidence that
you're rebuilding the

old Ostergaard here.

Just as Helena decided to
become a realty tycoon.

I haven't seen Helena
since way back then.

Well, having fun?

She wants to continue
building the fort.

- That old ruin?

You know her.

She's persistent.

Always two, two.

What's up with you?

You've always been a d*ck
but also a pal.

What's wrong?

Okay, because we were buddies:
Are you gonna tell me

which one of them was the
kid who k*lled the family?

I can't... I'm not allowed.

Certain people are uncomfortable
with the thought that

K*llers and felons live here
between us.

No fences.

We know they're not kids.
They're hardened criminals.

You've had your share yourself.

We did some sh*t.

Childish pranks. I'm telling
you, anything happens here,

people will come with torches and
pitchforks. I promise you.

Best keep to yourselves.

Don't go into town.

We're done here.

If I see one of these
scums with my Romy,

there'll be trouble.
Understand?

How's he?
- He's totally freaking out.

The apocalypse ain't
got sh*t on this!

Mrs. Ponz!

"Reads from his new novel?"
- Mister Wagner?

READS FROM HIS NEW NOVEL?
ARE YOU INSANE?

Well, as agreed.

You stupid village idiot!

Nothing was agreed!

Is it a problem?

You bet it's a problem!
There is no novel!

There's not even f*cking half of it!

Then you just read parts,
that's no problem.

I don't read f*cking parts,
because they are shitty!

Do you hear me? SHITTY!

LET ME OUT!

I'll sue you, you provincial c**t!

That's enough!

Watch your tone!
- What if I don't?

Do I go to hell?

Let me tell you something.

It's a thousand damn times better
there than being here in

the guest room of your totally
insane psycho b*tch!

He can't help it. It's
the drug withdrawal.

Maybe a little cheering
up will help.

We've arranged a little surprise
guest for your reading.

Guess who.

Anyone but my ex-wife.

Albrecht Elsaesser.

Your writing idol.

Since I know you're such a
great admirer, I asked him

and he's actually coming.
Isn't that wonderful?

I'll k*ll you.

YOU ARE A DEMON FROM THE
SEVENTH CIRCLE OF HELL!

Hey, Yvi. What are you doing here?

Waiting for you?

And you?

What did you do at Gruber's?

What do you think?
I talked to him about

the mess at home.

Is that easier with
him than with me?

No, but...

Thanks for lying for me yesterday.
My mother believed it.

SQ?

Where did you really sleep?

Now, come on. Who is it?

What do you mean?

You're kidding, right?

Just admit it. You have a boyfriend.

For a while, right?

You've been acting weird
for a long time.

Yvi, I don't have a boyfriend.

Yeah sure. And where were
you yesterday afternoon?

Not sick in bed, anyway.

Romy and I saw you on the ferry.

f*ck, Yvi. I'm sorry.

I'll be able to explain
this to you someday.

- You know what?

You don't have to. I'm tired of
you constantly lying to me.

sh*t, Yvi, please. I...

I get it.

Music.

Facing the Music.

It's always symbolic.

You know how I know you know
absolutely nothing about literature?

Because you like me.

Have you really read all my texts?

MY term papers?

If you weren't such a
stupid backwater...

crone, you might have noticed
how much of it is stolen.

My first book was just
a lucky strike,

I never stole that well.

Okay, there were also some
great aphorisms of mine.

The main character wasn't bad either.

And then of course... Berlin.

Strikingly depicted.

But honestly, I was high
all the time...

Not myself while writing.

I don't know who I'm supposed
to be at all.

A charlatan maybe.

I'm sure of it.

You know what I mean?

In six weeks I have to turn
in my finished book

and I am so busted.

In six weeks, it'll all be over.

Or maybe, with your help,
already tonight.

Sold out.

Albrecht Elsaesser.

Welcome to my execution.

It'll be a public beheading.

Do you have a last wish?

Get me some cocaine, please.

Just a little...

and I'll perform in your pavilion.

I will even read the sh*t
I am about to create.

Please.

Okay, I'll get you something.

Luis?

Yes?
- Hey.

I came to see Luis.

And I... I was just leaving.

Luis?

Luis?

Luis!

Luis?

Herm, dude?

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to bring
the homework over.

Homework?

That's why you scared
the hell out of me?

I thought you were dead...

"I.

Yeah... I did have a
really shitty time.

But I feel better already.

Really?
- Yes.

Really.

And now do me a favor, okay?

Piss off.

Here you go. They're all I found.

Thank you.

None of them.

But that doesn't mean anything.

He probably hid them or stashed
them away somewhere.

You can save yourself
a lot of trouble

by telling me the truth.

So you were on the sailboat
and you took the valuables, right?

No.

You were on the sailboat and you
took the valuables, right?

- No, I wasn't on any boat.

Birdbrain!
- It wasn't me!

Dad, what are you doing here?
- On duty, and you?

I wanted to talk to Fiete.
But I'll come back another time.

Is it about whether Fiete
was on the sailboat?

- I told you, it's official
business.

So get out of here.

But if that's what this is about,
I can testify that he wasn't there.

Because when

Ole and Luis were on the boat,

Fiete beat me up in the dunes.

That's why I'm here.
I

wanted to tell Fiete
that I won't put up

with that anymore.

Numbskull!

Apologize immediately!

Sorry.

Maybe the perpetrator
had sent the photo

to throw you off the track.

Yes, possible. Oh, uhm.

Well done there, boy.

That you had the ba*ls to
give Fiete a talking-to.

That's how it's done.

You're not a miscarriage after all.

Come on.

Now let's get wasted.

We should barbecue.

Good idea.

Devid, Anton. We're going to town.

To get some barbecue.

Have fun.

Come.

Not so bad, is it?

That's the good thing about
having seen a lot of sh*t.

Sharpens the eye for beauty.
- Whatever.

The world's already f*cked anyway.
It's getting more f*cked every day.

Thanks to you adults.
lcecaps are melting,

species are dying out.
And I'm supposed to enjoy

a f*cking sunset?

What are you smiling at?

Well, because you remind
me of someone.

Yeah, right: Of yourself
when you were young.

I knew that's why you
wanted me in the car.

But the psycho-babble
doesn't work on me.

Wrong.

That wasn't the reason.

Here.

You know it, don't you?
It's yours, isn't it? Yes, take it.

Here, please.

Come on take it.

And now: Stab me.

Come on. This is what you
wanted. Now's the chance.

Come on, now. You did
it with your father.

Are you afraid? Do you
know what you are?

A little cowardly f*gg*t.

Isn't what he used to
call you, Anton?

Come on! Stab me, man!

That's what I thought.

You can be reasonable.

Now that's sorted.

Yes?

Nikolai Wagner,

the author.

Well-known author. He's my guest.

I've met that scumbag already. And'?

He needs coke.

I... I've got money.
Well,

I didn't know how much.
- I'll be right back, darling.

Luis? Can you do me a favor?

Tell Mr. Wagner that I
can't do that to him.

I'll cancel the reading.

Will you tell him? Thanks.

Mr. Wagner?

Mr. Wagner, did you hear me?

Mr. Wagner!

Merit!

Mr. Elsaesser.

It's so good of you
to come. Thank you.

Mr. Wagner is really a very,
very great admirer of yours.

He would've loved to read for you.
- Where's Mr. Wagner?

What's the matter?

Your father's going to be late.
He's still on the mainland.

On his last night?

What is he doing?
- I don't know.

Hey, do we have any more
of that Greek yogurt?

Hey, idiots. Take that sh*t back.

Magnus?

How are you?

I wanted to let you know.
But then I thought,

that's just silly.

Helena has a family and she
doesn't care about that...

- I'm sorry.

But I promised myself this.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm sorry to disappoint you today.

Excuse me.
- Hey, spazz!

Ouch! - What kind of Ret*rded
jerk are you?

Don't step on my Jordans, you wimp!

Hey, are you okay, honey'? Come on.

You okay, sweety? Come
on, get up. Come on.

You shouldn't have done that.

Your own fault, as*h*le!
- What?

Hey, hey! What are you doing!

As I just learned...

Mikkel, what's wrong? Is it
because of Nikolai Wagner?

No. It's about your son,

Luis.

Ole and him are very sick.
Something on the boat is contagious.

Calm down! Get your sh*t together!
- Evelin!

You go now.
- Come on.

Quiet now!