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- With glasses or without glasses? - With. You look clever.

But hair is no good. You won't get a job like that.

- Hair? - Hair is disaster.

Such a full head of hair.

And so strong.

Hey! Kicking style, Diallo.

- What you do there, Diallo? - I working.

You not have to do that.

They have own people. Are you their slave?

You are confused.

WELCOME TO THE HARTMANNS

Monsieur, where are you?

Monsieur!

Get out of there. Go!

Angelika, cats eat mice. That's life.

No, that's not life.

Why do we buy him the expensive food then?

- Bring me some cheese. - Any special requests?

Camembert? Appenzeller? The mouse may be lactose-intolerant.

Richard, don't rile me. Help instead, damn it!

Ah, there's the little mousy. Uh!

Oh, I think it's dead.

When is the funeral?

Geli, you can't save the entire world.

When are we going to finally repair this damn door?

You just leave me alone.

Nasty cat.

- Morning. - Hi.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Hello.

Dr. Hartmann, sorry I'm a bit late. Have a nice weekend?

Do you come straight from the disco to surgery or what?

No, I have my workout group, with refugees.

- One hurt his ankle. - Refugees?

- Yeah. - Sure. Probably female, around 22.

Please, Dr. Berger, pretending to be Mother Teresa will get you nowhere.

What?

There! Just look at how they adore him.

Those stupid chicks. Like a bunch of teenagers.

Everything okay at home?

Of course it is. Why shouldn't it be okay?

Richard.

Enjoy life. Play tennis, go to Italy.

- How many more knees do you want to cut open? - Georg, not this discussion again.

I'm no retiree. You may as well bury me then. I'll shrivel and die!

I'll work here as long as I can.

Now pardon me, I have two knees, a hip and three shoulders today.

Back to last time when we dealt extensively with the vegetative nervous system.

That chapter will definitely be in the final exams.

Are there any questions about that?

Ms. Hartmann, I'd like to hear something other than your ringtones.

- It's a nuisance. - I'm sorry, I...

Just go outside. Please.

- Hello, Mom. - Hello, my dear. Am I disturbing you?

Are you really coming on Sunday?

- Oi course. - Lovely, I'm so glad.

And I wanted to tell you not to forget how good you have it.

How good we all have it. And how grateful we should be.

Yes, sure. I know what you mean.

Oh crap!

What? What is it?

I just saw someone who's been stalking me recently.

Not again, Sophie!

I think he's harmless. Don't worry, okay?

- I love you. See you Sunday. - I love you too.

Hello, Sophie. You look great.

Nice outfit, nice hair. It all works.

Urn... Thanks, Kurt.

- Why are you here? - I wanted to take you home.

So you don't have to take the subway, with the scum.

My taxi is parked outside.

That's really nice, Kurt, but...

- I have lecture for another hour. - I'll wait.

I won't go away. I'll stand right here, rooted like a tree.

Your tree.

Prepare the suture.

Doctor, there's a gap formation in the posterior horn of the medial meniscus.

- I think you should resect it again. - Think I don't see it?

Of course we'll resect it again. Incredible!

- I meant no harm. - You're here to learn, Dr. Berger!

Not to win a Nobel Prize in being a smartass!

- You're taking it a bit too far. - Be quiet, for God's sake!

You're making everyone nervous. Punch!

The curved punch!

My God, what's going on here today!

Birgit, then call Protestant welfare. It can't be that hard. We need kitchen staff.

Yes. I'll call you right back.

- Hello. - Hi.

I suppose you're bringing us clothes.

Hopefully not designer or there'll be fights. And we don't need much right now.

But thank you very much anyway, Mrs.?

Hartmann. Mrs. Hartmann.

I am a teacher. I was a teacher, a principal.

I wanted to ask if you might need someone to teach German classes, for example.

We have more than enough teachers.

All the retirees are knocking down our doors.

But if you want to help, there's loads to do.

Perhaps you'd like to inform yourself outside and...

Would you like a cappuccino?

Angelika! No way!

Holy moly!

I never would've thought that I'd meet you here.

How are you? Did you bring clothes?

And sexy Bernd made you a cappuccino.

I see. Saucy fella, eh?

- How is Richard? - Richard is fine. Thanks, Heike.

- Great. - What are you doing here?

I'm here every day. To teach German, you know.

- German? - Yes.

- Didn't you teach geography and PE? - What's your point?

I can pull that bit of German out of my left ass cheek.

And I do dance therapy. Very important.

Yeah. Well, I have to run. Bye, sweetie. Take care!

- I'm driving into the city. Want a lift? - I'd rather walk. I'm not a fan of cars.

I drive a very small car.

It's simple, Geli.

If we keep poisoning our environment,

it's no wonder millions of climate refugees want to come here.

Hurricanes, tsunamis, earthquakes, all the West's fault!

- Earthquakes too? - Yes, maybe not directly, but...

- I'll just plug in here. - Does that work?

Sure thing.

Awesome tunes, eh?

Heike, pardon me, but would it be possible for us to share the German class?

No, I don't think that'd be good.

My refugees are used to me. It'd confuse them.

Are you active otherwise? Are you guys involved?

Seriously now. What do you do with all your damn money?

Huh?

- Where are you injecting it? - I do this 20 times a day.

- It can't hurt. - Not you, in any case.

- Relax now, Mr. Hartmann. - Pardon me? I'm a doctor myself.

Carla, could you get us two cappuccinos?

Carla's right, Richman. You have to chillax.

How can you concentrate on your work with all these young chicks around?

All these young chicks make less of a fuss than you.

It's hyaluronic acid! They give it to babies in America.

- The Yanks are perverse. - Yes, they are. Keep still!

Careful!

There, everything's fine.

What'll we do about your hair? It won't get better on its own.

You're looking right at the top. That's a very unflattering perspective.

Autologous blood injections into the scalp, three to five sessions.

It may allow you to avoid a hair transplant.

There! That's that. Good.

Ah, I don't know if I need that.

I mean, if you feel good with it like that...

This can't be. Geli, have you seen my brown leather jacket from L.A.?

Are you going out? I thought we were going to watch a movie.

Yes, with Sascha. We haven't seen each other in a while.

You look different. Come closer.

Please, Geli, I have to get going.

- Just tell me where the jacket is. - The jacket?

I think the jacket is in the refugee home.

What? How? Refugee home?

It's my favorite jacket. You know that.

I bought it in the States when I was 25!

Richard, you're not 25 anymore. You look like a liverwurst in that jacket.

A little.

Now, that makes me really angry.

That makes me really angry indeed!

It was my favorite jacket!

Damn it!

Thilo!

Barn means barn! Why are we practicing?

Give it here!

- Mom? - Philip.

I have a dumb little question. How do I switch to DVD mode again?

- Just ask Dad. - He isn't here!

I mean, why do we even have five remotes?

Forgive me for calling you so late.

It's 7:00 a.m. here. I'm in Shanghai.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Enjoy it, dear.

- But you're coming on... - Yes, I'll fly back the day after tomorrow.

You often say you'll come, then, at the last second...

I really will this time. I promise.

I really have to go now.

- I can't wait till Sunday. - Yes. Great.

Bye.

Did you see the news tonight?

News?

The whole world, Sascha, out of control!

Yes. That's why I don't watch news anymore.

It'd just ruin my mood for the whole day.

I don't want that at all. No, we have to enjoy life! Yolo!

Have fun. Chillax.

Are you finally on Facebook, Snapchat or lnstagram?

Oh, Richie! Come on, join in.

Oh! Hold on.

Look who's here. Hey!

Three noses, six breasts. All my work.

Shall we go join them? Come on.

Right, just between us.

When was the last time you had sex?

Sometimes I don't know what's more useless, my appendix or my dick.

What? You still have your appendix?

Hey, Baby! Do you need anything?

I could pick you up something. Milk, yoghurt, eggs? Or ice cream!

Well, what do you say?

- My dear! - Oh, Mom.

So? How are you doing?

Why is it always me? Why do I attract psychos?

Where did this guy get your number?

Oh, it was a really stupid situation.

I was out partying two weeks ago and on my way home...

Hey! Let the girl go now, you pricks!

Or the cops will be here in three seconds. Come on, get in!

You can't just grope people.

Damn, that was close. A girl like you shouldn't be out on her own nowadays.

All the law-breaking refugees.

I'll give you a lift anywhere from now on. To the end of the earth, if you want.

And then he found out my number.

And now he keeps sending me photos.

You poor thing.

And those guys who were harassing you on the street...

- Were they refugees? - No! Well, yeah.

No clue, but they were assholes.

Oh Lord, everything is so confusing nowadays.

- I wish you'd move back in with us. - Mom, please.

No, the house is so empty without you kids.

And I wish... I wish you'd finally meet...

- That you'd get settled. - I know.

- I'm not getting any younger. - Come now!

- H 'Dad!

- Hello. - Hi, honey.

- Mm! It smells good. - You look good. Somehow different.

I've been exercising a lot. And what about you?

How do you feel with the exam coming up? Want to study? I could quiz you.

I don't even have my books with me.

Hang on.

Your final exam is in five weeks and you don't have your books?

How long do we have to watch this train wreck, Sophie?

Oh, Dad, don't start in on...

Look, there's Philip and Basti.

- I hope you liked it, kids. - Yummy, Mom.

Really good, like always.

You look pale, Philip. You work too much.

- Do you eat regularly, you and Basti? - Yeah, Mom.

I could cook for you more often now that...

- Now that Katja has left you for good. - Mom!

I knew it.

It'd be great if Basti could stay here more.

That'd be terrific! Of course!

We'd love that. Basti!

How's your music? Your hip-pop?

- Hip-hop, Grandma, not hip-pop. - Yes.

- We're doing a video. Gangsta rap. - Cool! Can I help you guys in any way?

You don't have time for that in the coming weeks.

"Gangsta rap". Hopefully not with any misogynistic lyrics?

No. Totally pussy friendly, Grandma.

(We're pro-puss)!-

Time for bed.

- I'm going to play some video games. - No you're not. You're going to sleep.

- Kisses! - Good night!

Sorry, he's... He's going through a difficult phase.

- Who isn't in this country? - Hey, listen.

- Just what are you doing in Shanghai? - It's complicated.

Three big financial service providers want to create a holding.

If the deal goes through I'll move to Shanghai next year.

- As a senior partner. - Senior partner, that sounds...

Sounds like major dough. Wow! That's the meaning of life.

Right, Dad? Earn loads of money.

- Better than going to college parties at 32. - 31.

If you go there, where will Basti stay? With Katja?

No way. He'll go too. There's a great international school there.

Super And have you asked him if he wants that?

- Sophie, why are you so uptight? - I'm uptight?

You need a new boyfriend, another psychiatric case maybe.

Please! We don't want to argue, okay?

We're together, we're healthy. We should be grateful for that.

- Yes. - We want to look to the future.

I'd like to tell you something that has to do with our future.

I have decided that we are going to take in a refugee.

- What? - A refugee.

I heard what you said. Mom, that...

You can't be serious, right? This is a joke.

Why should it be a joke?

- Do you think their lives are a joke? - Please!

We have no clue who they are.

Some aren't even registered.

They tell one story on arrival then change it.

- We've totally lost control of the situation. - They're here now.

- That's reality, like it or not. - Here's reality.

In reality, not all refugees are the angels

you dreamt of when you welcomed them at the station.

- It wasn't wrong to go to the station. - You didn't go.

You partied and slept through it.

- I meant to! - You meant to.

Where were you, at an anti-immigration rally?

- Listen here... - Please!

Philip, you may be right about some things. Maybe we were naive, fine.

But we all have to do our part for integration to succeed.

- If these people stay, then... - Stop!

Are you totally off your rocker?

What do you have in mind? Where will this refugee live?

- In the shed? - Of course not, we have...

Sorry, but I'm not seriously discussing that.

No refugees in this house. Philip is absolutely right.

It's enough that Mrs. Merkel invited the entire third world here.

Now then, Geli, that's it. End of discussion.

Would you look at him. The great dictator.

The mega-mufti. How charming. This is my house, too, Mr. Hartmann.

How dare you talk to me that way? "End of discussion!"

I want to help these people and you...

Richard, what has become of you?

Pay big bucks for wrinkle filling injections, yet...

Enough. Enough, Angelika!

I think what Mom said is right.

Because you both suffer from helper syndrome.

That's better than asshole syndrome!

Go on, get a vodka.

Looks good.

I'D RATHER NOT.

Good morning.

Angelika, I'm sorry I was so...

Of course we can talk everything over.

You know, you are sometimes very emotional when making decisions.

I heard you're taking in a refugee. Savage, dude.

Good morning, Basti.

Will you have a contest? "Germany's Refugee Idol" or something?

Nothing's been decided, we...

We have an appointment at the refugee home at 2:00 p.m.

- Hey! Stop down there! - Leave me!

- Enough! Hey! - African bastard!

Rayhan!

Cool it, man! Always the same deal with you. Now stop!

Madness!

- Sorry. - Does that sort of thing happen often?

It's no walk in the park here, Mr. Hartmann.

- That's why we need people like you. - We just wanted to inquire for now.

So how does this all work?

Theoretically.

I mean, can we just go and pick one out or...

This isn't an animal shelter, Mr. Hartmann.

They'll introduce themselves to you.

Absolutely normal, they introduce themselves. Like in an interview.

- Very nice sofa. - Good sofa.

- Good. - That's nice.

We together.

- I have five children. - Oh!

I work in home kitchen. I heard room free here.

But just for refugees.

Just for refugees? Not Italians?

Not refugee, Italian, you get nothing!

I always get nothing, eh?

- It says here that you're 15 years old. - That's right.

Yes, I'm a sassy teen.

Diallo. That's a lovely name.

Thanks for tea.

The tea.

Why did you come to Germany of all places?

I love Manuel Neuer.

- You came to Germany because of Manuel Neuer? - Just joke.

Not just Manuel Neuer. I love whole country.

Good people.

I thankful. Want to live here. I hope.

I just sometimes a bit confused.

That's the point. We want to help people.

To help them be less confused, to feel at home and to get integrated...

Yes, I have a few more questions.

Of course, we have to cover our backs.

There are always some sheep among the blacks. I mean blacks among the sheep.

I mean, black sheep among the...

Criminals.

Sex offenders, burglars.

I say they should be put in airplane,

flown over desert and chucked out.

Interesting idea.

But how do you feel about the issue of Islamism?

I mean, what were your exact experiences in Nigeria?

I not talk about that, Mr. Hartmann.

Please.

We don't have to talk about that.

Oh. Not at all?

My family...

I have no more. Me, I all alone.

Well, you made a good choice.

Diallo is a good guy. A craftsman from a village near the border to Cameroon.

He didn't have it so easy here.

There are some racists among our refugees too.

- But he will be granted asylum, right? - That isn't all too sure nowadays.

His asylum proceedings will be decided in four weeks.

It'd be darn important for him to live in peace and quiet till then.

We should do a proper background check on Diallo.

Would you please drop your paranoia for five minutes?

Better paranoid than dead.

I'm wondering how we'll break it to those we're not taking.

- I could do that. - Hi! Hey there!

Open up!

Richard, Geli!

What is it I heard?

I'm so proud of you.

- That you're taking in refugees! - Not plural, one.

That's only the beginning.

What do you think of me organizing a welcome party?

How would that be? And now off you go in your hero mobile!

- Zoom off! - Go!

Off you go in your blazing rocket! Burn rubber! Yes!

Good Lord, how tragic. She was on shrooms or ecstasy.

- I thought she'd kicked her drug issues. - Heike is Heike.

At least she's in it heart and soul. She's so involved with the refugees.

Poor things.

Samir, you need my kettle?

Thank you, very nice. Thanks.

Is it truth? You going to live under same roof with those infidels?

- We all live under their roof. - That's right!

We live in their country.

That not mean we have to be like them! You, you, you!

You not know who you are. You're going to hell.

There he is.

Welcome to the Hartmanns!

Will they bring the rest of your stuff by?

This all of my stuff.

My husband Richard, he has so much stuff.

- If you need anything... - Sorry.

Now I'll really turn it off.

Thank you for everything.

I very happy-

Beautiful house.

And thanks for cake.

The cake. My pleasure.

Hey, Diallo, do you want to make a hip-hop video?

- Basti, not now. - Why not?

I think it's good if Basti helps with his integration.

Maybe the two of you could go rollerblading on the weekend?

- Rollerblading is so gay, Grandma. - We don't speak like that in this house.

- No, no. - Very true. We don't tolerate discrimination.

Not of blacks, I mean...

Not of colored people... dark skinned people, and not of gays.

What "gay"?

Gay?

It's very simple. Gay is...

- Yes? - When two men love each other.

- Physically, sexually. - Yes, sexually.

Yes.

- I not gay. - No, no one was saying you were.

All we mean is that in Germany it is okay to be gay.

- Definitely. - It's no problem here.

Okay. But I not gay.

- Everyone can do as they please. - That's fine, too!

- We simply didn't agree on this. - He chose the basement.

Richard, you can share a bathroom with him.

It is a very intimate matter.

Now stop with your homophobia. You're worse than the Taliban.

What are you up to?

Nothing, I'm caressing your hand.

Well who do we have here?

How good that you have a cat.

He's jealous. Oh come here!

- And the break-ins in Pfarrkirchen? - Albanian gangs, we think.

- The refugee homes in Pullach, Vaterstetten? - Calm.

We should discuss Fürstenried.

We registered visits to Islamic websites from an IP address in the Internet room.

And I don't mean kids' stuff. Encrypted ISIS forums.

- Building cluster bombs. - What does intelligence say?

Very little. We've identified the individuals who were in the room at that time.

How many more?

The information is pretty confusing.

Hard to say if they really pose threats.

But...

- Good morning. I hope I didn't wake you. - Morning.

If you want to use this too, no problemo.

Diallo! Great that you made it too. Good morning.

Okay, guys, let's go!

Good morning, Diallo.

- Good morning. - Breakfast is ready.

Morning.

- Want some juice? - Yes, please.

Do you go jogging every day?

No, just once a week. With group.

- May I ask you a question, Sophie? - Sure.

Where are your children?

Um, my... My children? I don't have any.

Why not? You very... old.

Well, here in Germany women don't have to have children right away.

Here a woman can study first.

- She can train for a career. - Or for several.

Here everyone can find themselves first. Find out what they really want to do.

- And you still confused? - Well, I... Yeah...

Everyone is pretty much confused nowadays.

And what about you? Do you have kids?

No, not me.

I too poor for women in my village.

One woman I like very much.

But she marry another man.

Now I here. New life, new work. I hope.

If I can help you fill out forms or...

He doesn't need a babysitter and you have to study.

Dad, could you exit your time machine?

I'm not 15 anymore!

Sophie, not yell at father.

A bit of respect. ls old man.

Now, then, what diagnosis do you arrive at after looking at this X-ray?

Dr. Berger perhaps?

I see acute arthritis in the knee joint

and bone contact in the lateral joint line.

A typical progression among patients over 65.

I see. And what surgical procedure do you then propose?

Total knee arthroplasty.

The patient can live an active lifestyle for his age.

But I wouldn't recommend breakdancing.

If I understand you correctly you are presuming

to know what this man would like to do with his knee?

Did you talk to him?

Maybe he wants to live a bit more, climb mountains, jump around.

- You asked for my professional opinion... - Just give him a wheelchair!

Tell him he can sit around cozily all day and wait for death!

Or prescribe him an overdose of sleeping pills!

That'd be a great solution!

Is everything okay, doctor?

Dr. Hartmann?

- Want this? - Thanks, I'm fine. No worries.

- By the way, we've already met, doctor. - Oh really?

About 20 years ago. I was invited to your daughter Sophie's birthday.

It was a little disco dance party.

- Really? - Yes. We went to the same school.

To be honest, I had a pretty bad crush on your daughter back then.

Can it be that you had a red T-shirt on

and played soccer in our living room?

That vase was Venetian porcelain, inherited from my mother.

I'm sorry, doctor.

- I'm sure it'll never happen again. - Damn right.

I'm pretty sure you'll never see my living room again.

"And the squirrel carried the nuts

back to his nest.

- The little woodpecker came along..." - Too hard. I no understand.

Diallo. You can do it!

Language is the key to integration.

What is "squirrel"?

Squirrel.

Boxwood.

Lawnmower.

Bluebell.

A-plus!

- Piano. - Piano.

- Leather jacket. - Leather jacket.

Picture frame.

Family.

Nice family.

These are lovely memories.

That's Philip.

And that's Sophie on her first day of school.

Ah, she was so excited.

Yes, and this is us. This was when we got married.

We were so happy then.

That's my mother.

This is my mother.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Um, sorry.

Listen, don't plan on me for dinner.

I'm going out to...

to play tennis.

Yes.

But, Richard...?

- And do your dad know you play this stuff? - My dad doesn't give a crap what I do.

Unless it has to do with school.

Ah, fuck!

Dead. Want to give it a shot?

Another game.

This is fun. Really cool.

Yeah, way cool.

Goal!

Hey, party people, check us out

Fly little dogs, we make the bitches shout

- And you did that? - Yes. My buddies and I.

So, do you want to join us next week for our music video?

- It'd be totally cool. - Yeah, okay.

- And please bring your ID. - Why?

Just because.

- Good feeling to work. - You have no idea how happy you're making me.

There's a lot to be done in the house

that you can help me with.

If you want.

Okay-

At least the young man is hard at work.

The only question is what sort.

Ammonium nitrate. Same stuff the Sauerland terror cell built bombs with.

That bit of fertilizer...

"Bakery."

- Hello! - May I introduce you?

- This is Diallo, our refugee. - How sweet.

Would you like a doughnut, Mr. Diallo?

As a little welcome. Tastes nice. Mm!

Really. Very good. Wow!

She's been out and about with him for nearly three days straight.

Showing him the whole city.

I'm telling you, women of that age totally space out.

They lose their balance and try to compensate with projects.

That's just how it started with Inge and me.

In the last two weeks you've lost a load of hair.

They may just have to work all night. How much do you think I sleep?

A few more weeks and we'll be done. See you there.

Basti?

Basti! Headphones off when I talk to you.

- You're never talking to me. - Driver's here.

Be right there. And coffee!

- Yep. - You have to listen to our new tune.

It's really...

- What is that? - It's weed.

- I know what it is. - Then why ask?

Your teacher found that in your pad, in your hip-hop room.

Chillaxitate your face, Dad.

I'm not about to "chillaxitate my face" one bit, Basti.

- We just wanted to see how a tea tastes. - Your grades are abominable, Snoop Dog.

Now you want to start smoking weed? You're 12!

At your age, I played with Lego and hung out in tree houses.

- How embarrassing, Dad. - I'll tell you what...

- Sorry, Philip. The plane won't wait. - Yes! I'm coming.

Here, take a taxi home. Call me when you get there. Bye.

Mr. Burghart, I didn't sign anything.

And those demands are utopian.

And tell my wife our son will soon be a heroin addict who turns tricks.

If that interests her at all in her damn wellness getaway.

Ah, Ms. Sobrowitsch! Hello.

I wanted to...

May I introduce you to someone?

This is Diallo. He's from Nigeria.

- He lives with us now. - Really, Mrs. Hartmann!

You can do what you want at your place.

Grill mutton, play drums, marry off children, etc.

Just see to it that that Mussulman never steps foot on this property.

Or I'll call the police.

Their kind

act the victims in order to come here.

Then they multiply like flies to exterminate us.

That's enough! Shut your trap, Ms. Sobrowitsch.

God bless you, Mrs. Hartmann.

Don't take it wrong.

Most Christians in our country are very, very nice people.

Ms. Sobrowitsch is in a little sect.

And she's an asshole.

There are assholes in every religion.

You know that best of all. But here, in Germany...

religion is like an opinion, you can have one or not.

And you can never tell someone what they should believe.

That'd be fascism, and we've had enough of that.

And what is your religion?

Listen to that power, that beauty.

If there is a god, then he speaks to us this way, through music.

Through poetry.

"Over all hills Peace comes anew,

The woodland stills all through

The birds make no sound on the bough.

Wait a while, Soon now Peace comes to you."

That is Wanderer's Nightsong, by Goethe.

Geli!

Party!

Just let Angelika do her refugee thing.

But then you do your thing.

Your project.

What is my project, Sascha?

You! You yourself.

By the way, Clarissa has a real thing for you.

- Clarissa? - Back there, the blonde.

The one with the...

The one who just... From accounting. She asked about you twice.

You're just her type.

- Really? - Yeah.

So you're head physician at Harlaching Hospital?

- I think that's really interesting. - What?

I said that's really interesting.

- What? I can't understand a word. - That you're head physician.

Head physician!

Head physician. I am, yes.

- Yes, that's really interesting. - Oh yes.

You do know we could've taken a whole Sex and the City fan club to my place?

I've just spent three hours not understanding what anyone said.

Who gives a shit, Richie.

We finally had some fun again, right? That's all right.

You guys are careful, right?

Is Geli home alone with your refugee?

- Don't let him get too close to your daughter. - What's that supposed to mean?

Richard, I'm a doctor. I worked in South Africa for ten years.

The Africans have a totally different sex drive than we do.

They want to fuck and party all day.

That's baloney, Sascha! Those clichés are so dumb.

It's a simple fact.

You can let me out up ahead.

- I need some fresh air. - All right.

Did you have fun? Hey? Huh?

Come here, Richard!

Diallo, are you crazy? You can't just throw a party here!

- With all due respect, we have rules here! - I not know people. Friends of Heike.

From Africa Club. And from yoga, Zumba, salsa.

Circus.

- I repeat, Mr. Hartmann, I need your details. - How many times. This isn't my party!

- Your house, your party. - Who called you anyway?

We got a disturbing the peace complaint.

And we found drugs. Marijuana, ecstasy, cocaine, shrooms, opium.

And you need a permit for the zebra.

Who else lives in your house? You, your wife. Who else?

No one.

- And Mr. Diallo? - He has nothing to do with it.

WELCOME, DIALLO!

PEOPLE YOU MAY KNOW

Sophie? I know you're at home studying diligently.

But, hey, you have to take a break. I got ice cream.

- Ice cream! - Kurt, it is two in the morning!

Exactly!

Sophie!

- Hello, Diallo. - Sophie!

Looks like there was a crazy party here. Why wasn't I invited?

- You live here again now? - No.

Just temporarily. I'm stressed, with my exam and...

this guy and...

Sophie, you need have children.

Marry. Or you unhappy.

Diallo, it's not that easy here.

We aren't just married off to some man. We find the right one ourselves.

Well, and somehow my talent is always to find the wrong man.

And if I do meet a really good man,

sane, successful, then it's not so easy with me.

- Why not? - They see a little, helpless life student.

And then they have a plan for me.

And then I'm their project.

I understand.

I project, too.

- There's a zebra. - Yes.

- Is it your zebra? - No.

It's from friends of Heike.

Looking good, guys»

All out now! Saïd, you can do it!

Everyone as best they can. But it's a great day to let off steam.

Okay-

Break and rotate. Don't forget to drink, it's warm.

Tarek.

- Can I ask you something? - Sure, Diallo.

So are you actually... married?

No, I'm single right now. Why?

But you old.

- Very old. - Oh, come on now.

I'm not that old.

You need wife. Why not have wife?

Well, Diallo, it's not so easy to find the right woman here.

It takes luck and good timing.

I'm still searching, so to speak.

I maybe...

have woman for you, very nice woman.

Oh really?

Okay-

- That's nice of you. - Sure.

Okay, Diallo, let's get back to working out.

- Where is Sophie? - In her room studying, I believe.

Is she living here again? Then we can get rid of the place in the city.

Richard.

- Did you know the Koran really says that? - What?

"And kill the infidels wherever you find them."

- Of course, it says way more than that. - The Bible says terrible things, too.

Yes, but how many suicide bombers blow themselves up and yell "Jesus is great!"?

We had an Enlightenment. Islam is 600 years behind.

I never said that Islam doesn't need to take a critical look at itself.

Sure it does! I'm anti-burka too.

Fine, then go ahead and tell me just how Islam enriches us?

People. People can be enriching.

But not everyone who wants to come here. Some are dangerous.

I'm not discussing that with you again.

Yesterday there were more arrests

as suspected Islamic terrorists were seized in a refugee home...

Hello, Mrs. Stu...

Salaam alaikum, Mrs. Hartmann.

Mrs. Hartmann, please wear your burka or your niqab in our shop.

Show some respect.

Woman! Where is your burka?!

Where is your headscarf? Where is your damn headscarf?!

Richard?

Monsieur.

- Good morning, Diallo. - Good morning.

I repair this...

Vegetable planter.

Vegetable planter, right?

I had a nightmare last night, Diallo.

It's a bit awkward for me.

I dreamt that Germany was occupied by the Islamic State.

Do you understand?

I mean, I don't know why I dreamt that.

It seems that I, too, subconsciously...

somewhere inside me, am a little scared.

I had that nightmare too, Angelika.

It was my life. That's why I here now.

Of course.

Yo, Dee!

Here! Down here.

Nice you came, Dee.

My pals, Sammy...

- What up? - And Olaf.

Diallo is from Africa.

Hey, we're all from Africa.

Nice of school to give you room.

Hey, dude! They even have a Muslim prayer room now.

A Jesus room, a room with Buddhas, an eco-room.

So they can have a damn hip-hop room.

We told the teacher we felt discriminated against.

- It's "discriminated." - That's what I said.

And you want to shoot a music video?

That's right, Dee. And we need your help.

We saved and saved and hired some homegirls.

But they'll only come if a legal guardian is around, like you, Dee.

What kind of homegirls?

Hey, party people, check us out

Fly little dogs, we make the bitches shout

Three dudes, so fresh and cool

Balls in our jocks, packing pieces in school

Chillaxitate your face, chill, my friend

This weekend the world won't end

Buy some cotton candy, bare it all

We're going to kick it here with you all

All you sweet things, the MILFs and honeys,

You sugar girls, chicas and bunnies

We're chillin', we're lady killin'

Like wild gorillas, we ain't illin'

Chillaxitate your face, dog, chill, my friend

This weekend the world won't end

Chillaxitate your face, bare it all

Chillaxitate your face, dog, chill, my friend

This weekend the world won't end

Chillaxitate your face, bare it all...

What is this?!

Who's in charge here?

Thilo, listen, you go on ahead. I have a little private matter...

Yes, check in. I'll hurry, okay?

No idea, jump in front of the plane, chat up the chick at the gate.

Pardon me, Dr. Becker. Things are a bit crazy.

I of course understand that...

- That you have concerns. - Your son brought five prostitutes here.

Strippers. There is a difference there.

And he has over ten absences in the last eight weeks.

And who is the African who was with them?

A pimp?

What African...? Oh! No, no, no.

He's no pi... He's our refugee.

We're very active in the refugee cause.

My son is going through a difficult time.

My wife and I are divorcing and he's to go to Asia with me.

I have a spot at a splendid school, but him passing this class would help.

What if he does a great presentation?

Huh? Then he'll manage it all right, eh?

Oh! Is this about donations for the new gym?

May I take this?

Account number's inside? Good. Thanks, Dr. Becker, Ms. Scherer.

- Schäfer. - Schäfer, right.

Good, thank you for your time.

I'm asking you to act like a grown-up boy. Is that too much?

- Did you watch the video? I sent it to you. - Bastian, you still don't get it.

- The video nearly got you booted from school! - So have you watched it or not?

No, I have other things to do now!

Basti?

Mr. Dietrich, I'm already eight minutes late. Can you drive a bit faster?

I'm not risking my driver's license for you, Mr. Hartmann.

Fine. Please pull over to the right.

Hi, your boarding pass, please.

- You won't make it anyway. - If you hurry up, I will.

Come on!

Please come with me for a two-minute swab test for explosives.

- I don't have two minutes. - You were randomly selected.

Then randomly let me pass, because I have no time.

Come for the test now!

You just scanned this! What can explode?

- You can't refuse the test. - Stop spreading terror!

- Let go of the suitcase! - It's not a goddamn bomb!

Petra, call the Federal Police.

Backup! I need backup!

Let me go! I'll make you pay!

Let me down!

Let me down, I'm a lawyer!

Not exactly keeping a low profile.

Even the foreigners' registration office has called.

What's the deal with all those drugs? Diallo has only been with you two weeks!

It's all my fault.

I never should have let Heike throw that welcome party.

What about the strippers? The school called the police, too.

That was my grandson, Basti. They wanted to shoot a music video.

Something with gangsta rap and hip-... hop.

Mrs. Hartmann, make sure Diallo has no more run-ins with the police.

That'd be very bad for his chances of asylum.

We need to give Diallo absolute peace.

Of course.

Here we go again! I can't believe this.

At it again down there? You again, Rayhan!

Leave the others in peace. Did you hear me?

Leave them in peace!

For crying out loud!

I've had to deal with hundreds of people, but never one like that.

He doesn't want women to go to language class or people to listen to music.

I have no idea why he's even in Europe? He hates everything about us.

I don't know why we let him into our country. People are afraid of that jerk.

He's wearing my husband's leather jacket.

Geli! I'm so sorry the party got out of hand

and that Richard and you... Did you have a fight?

Oh crap! I'm so sorry.

I called the circus, they'll get the zebra next week.

I won't abandon you. I'll help you.

- Come to my dance therapy. - Forget it, Heike.

That won't help us one bit.

Geli, it will help. Geli!

Drink, Diallo!

Drink lots, children.

There's salad in the fridge.

- I'll make apple pie tomorrow. - Thanks! Where's Dad?

I don't know.

You have test soon? Which one?

Psychology. Sometimes I think it's nonsense.

I have good news for you, Sophie.

- Very good news. - Oh, really?

I may have man for you.

Diallo, I know you mean to be constructive, but it doesn't work that way here.

He is very nice man! Great man!

Strong guy-

I've met loads of "strong guys."

Three weeks later they turn out to be the phoniest, most manipulative assholes.

Hello, Hartmann residence.

Yes, I'm his sister.

Admitted?

To be clear, I know my rights.

- You can't keep me more than 24 hours. - You slept longer than that.

Oh, God! I need my cell.

- I need my cell! - Mr. Hartmann, you have acute burnout.

- Bull! - And possibly a psychotic disorder.

For the next 48 hours your cellphone is taboo.

For two days! I should've been in Shanghai days ago!

You don't know the new anti-terror law.

You'll stay here so I can complete a psychiatric report.

If my report isn't good, you'll never fly again.

You'll be put on the no-fly list.

- Diallo, what's wrong? - I have bad news, Tarek.

- What? - The woman that I told you about.

The woman for you. There is problem.

- Not too nice after all? - Yes, very nice.

But I think she also very difficult. Complicated.

A little crazy.

Welcome to Germany, Diallo.

- Do you have a girlfriend, Diallo? - No, I no luck with women.

I disagree.

The girl in the green shirt, I think she likes you.

Don't turn around. Look ahead.

- She was watching you for a long time. - I think to know her.

- Works in bakery. Very nice. - There you are.

What I do now?

- With who I speak? - With her.

You don't have to go to her father, Diallo.

I write her message on Facebook?

Facebook, what nonsense! Just go and say "hi."

Or "howdy."

- Yes, howdy. - Howdy!

- Cut them up tiny, then I can eat them. - Pardon me.

Could I use your cellphone? It's urgent.

Of course.

I'll call you back later.

Thanks. Thanks.

Not for too long, okay?

Mr. Hartmann.

You have a visitor.

Okay, Sophie, call the firm. Talk to Schmitt, not Reinhardt.

Say we have a family issue and ask her to book me a flight.

- Wednesday from Frankfurt or... - Philip, you really are nuts.

- You'll forget half of it. Write it down. - Think I'm here to be your secretary?

- No! Stop thinking about your damn job! - Sh! Not so loud.

Your doctor said you have a neurological disorder.

You are ill, Philip!

- Who do you have to prove something to? - Sophie, don't play the great psychologist!

Oh God! And please don't tell Mom about it, or Dad.

And not Basti. All right? I'm in Shanghai and everything's grand.

- Did you know Dad has a Facebook account? - Huh?

Yeah, a real chick-magnet profile. It's so embarrassing.

I'm really worried about those two.

Sophie, you know them. They've always managed to pull it together.

Sophie, give me your cell. Real quick.

Please, Sophie. Please!

- Kramer. - Thilo!

Thank God I reached you. You have to save my ass.

- I'm stuck here. I'll try... - Take your time.

- What? - The talks are going as planned.

Nothing's going as planned. Wait, wait, wait... Who's heading the talks?

Thilo?

Thilo, it's my deal!

It's my... God damn it!

Mr. Hartmann, calm down. Mr. Hartmann!

Come now.

Thilo!

Let me go, I'm a lawyer!

My cellphone...

No, I don't want to talk about that party.

Okay, I'll call back. And, Heike...!

Come get that stupid zebra!

Dr. Hartmann, about Mr. Eckstein's shoulder.

In my opinion the diagnosis...

Dr. Hartmann!

- Your behavior towards me is very rude. - Pardon me? What do you want from me?

No! What do you want from me? I've about had it!

We work together. I'm a doctor.

Don't forget you're still in residency, Mr. Berger.

What's this really about?

I mean, what have I ever done to you besides break that damn vase?

- No need to yell. - There's something you don't like about me.

What could that be? Am I too dark for you?

Are you afraid I'll eat your kids or come in with a bomb belt?

Hold on now! Are you calling me a racist?

That's an outrage! You don't know me at all.

And apart from that, just to make things clear,

I have a refugee at home.

- You have a what? - A refugee. That's right.

We even shower together.

- Pardon me? - Not at the same time!

He uses the same shower as me. In the basement.

Wow! He gets to live in the basement.

How charitable. Can he drink the same water as you too?

I've had about enough, you insolent jerk!

I'm not a racist, you ass!

"Getting yourself" a refugee

doesn't mean you can treat the rest of the world like crap, Dr. Hartmann!

Hey, honey, where's the zebra?

They picked it up today. I miss it already.

Diallo, what are you making?

- A birdhouse. - It's really nice.

Yes.

Like little mosque. A mini-mosque.

For Muslim birds.

Just joke, Mr. Hartmann.

- This is real roof. - Lesson time, Diallo!

Break's over.

Hey, Dee, sorry about the video. About you getting told off.

It's okay.

Video's cool.

It's sick. I don't get why some sites don't get blocked.

It's totally crazy. Look here.

- Why you look at that? - For my presentation.

It's about Islamist and refugees and stuff.

Would you come in and talk about yourself a bit?

- I don't know. - Hey, Dee, I'll fail otherwise.

That. Your mom?

- Yeah. - Your mom, where is she now?

Mallorca. She went on a wellness vacation there.

Now she's with some Spanish hotel owner jerk.

She wanted me to live with her in Mallorca, but I want to stay with my dad.

- You do lots with your dad. - Yeah.

I used to.

I'm prescribing Insidon.

Take three of these a day starting now.

- Then... - Dr. Schmerbeck, can we talk man-to-man?

2,000 euros if you let me fly today.

- You've got nerve. - 3,000.

I have five children.

5,000 euros.

What you doing?

Getting my old dolls together.

I want to get rid of them. They'll just rot otherwise.

I very sad for you, Sophie.

I had man for you. Very good man, strong guy.

Diallo, I'm too romantic for that.

Romantic?

I was always a little princess.

Always brushing my dolls' hair and playing wedding.

I'm a total nightmare for Gender Studies.

And I always watched stupid romantic films with my grandma.

Rosamunde Pilcher and stuff.

Rosamunde Pilcher?

I love you, Lisa.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Will you marry me?

You see?

And here comes the Rosamunde Pilcher moment.

Yes!

Funny.

Yes, I know.

Oh, shit! Just keep quiet.

Hey, Sophie!

You all right? May I come in?

Kurt, what are you doing here? Are you nuts?

- God! What's going on? - Don't move or I'll call the police.

- Who is he? - Kurt, leave Sophie alone!

Stay back! Stop, black person!

No fear. Did he harm you? Are there more hostages?

- Kurt shut your mouth, you nut, and scram! - I won't leave you with this Islamist!

- You have to get out of here. - No! Help!

Stop! I said...

Ow! You asshole!

What do you want? What do you want?!

What do you want?!

Is this the police? There's a murder going on here.

Listen, that terrorist attacked me. I'm pressing charges. I'll get you!

- Sophie, I won't leave you with that negro. - He is crazy.

He's been stalking me for weeks and just threw oranges at me!

Let us take down details.

Mr. Makabouri, your papers please.

What's going on here?

This can't be. What the hell happened here?

The most important thing is that Diallo had absolutely...

Sophie, this is about you, not Diallo.

You should be studying 24/7.

But you let man troubles distract you again.

Will this never stop? Do you want to bomb this exam too?

Do you want to waste your potential forever?

I don't think that's...

I don't think that's okay, Dad.

- I don't think that's okay at all! - Sophie!

I just don't want to see you unemployed and alone,

living with 40 cats like Brigitte Bardot, for God's sake!

I hate you! You're so mean!

- What's going on? Everything okay? - No, nothings okay.

Where were you, if I may ask?

- At a talk with Bernd and some teachers... - Oh, how nice.

A little date with Bernd? How charming.

And you got smashed again. Maybe dropped some LSD with Heike?

Oh, you sad old man.

- Pardon me? - Nothing will change that.

Getting a Facebook page and filler injections to smooth out your wrinkles...

you'll still be an old man.

Yes, you're old, Richard.

And I am old too.

That's why you hate the whole world.

Right, that's enough, Angelika!

Enough of your insults. I've had it up to here!

- I'm moving out. Tomorrow morning I'm gone. - Yes, fine by me. Go on, move out.

You can open a home for refugees or keep a travelling circus!

You can get smashed all day long!

Angelika, your husband moved out.

- Because of me! - Oh no, Diallo.

It only has to do with us.

I think I'll re-landscape the garden.

I from small village in Nigeria.

My father work at construction site.

Mother stay home with children.

Boko Haram often came to village to get us children.

To make us fight for them.

We hide, but they take my two brothers.

Both dead.

Boko Haram is the terrorist group in Nigeria.

They are trying to establish an Islamist state.

Islamist terrorism is spreading all over Africa.

Two years ago they come again.

I working in another village.

They drag people out of houses.

My father,

mother,

family...

They kill all of them.

This was Diallo's village before.

This is afterwards.

They go to school and lock all children inside.

And they...

They set school on fire. They shoot at children.

Because children learn.

Boko Haram can be translated as "books are bad" or "education is bad."

Many children dead.

My little sister.

Lisha.

They set children on fire, in name of Allah.

Why?

That not Allah.

Not Allah.

Then Diallo fled with other people.

Human traffickers led him through the Sahara. Some died of thirst.

But Diallo made it, to Misrata, in Libya.

From there he went to Italy on a boat.

And then he came here.

Yes, thank you very much, Basti.

Thank you, Diallo.

Thank you for coming to visit with us.

Thank you.

Thank you, Thilo. Thank you, thank you.

Colleagues do this in Germany.

Beat it!

Not you!

Oh man, Philip! Call me back, please! Dad has moved out in case you didn't know.

Things aren't cool here. Call me!

Sophie?

Tarek?

You... What are you doing here?

- I live here. - Oh, really?

No! I volunteer here twice a week.

- I'm a doctor. - Oh!

- And you? - I'm not.

Thanks.

Thank you. I wanted to donate my old stuff.

Did your father tell you I said hi?

- That you said hi? - Uh-huh.

No.

Last year there was a school reunion. I thought I might see you.

No way, people just talk about work and show photos of their kids.

You studied German lit, right?

I switched and started studying Egyptology due to some guy.

Idiotic! Then I did fashion design. Dumb idea, I can't even draw.

Then I spent a year in Spain, learned Spanish and had my heart broken twice.

Then I studied Pharmacy for my dad. Failed three times, family disgrace.

Now I'm studying Psychology and am wondering if it's right for me.

That suits you.

You used to be like the school's advice columnist.

Plus, I think our country could use a few good psychologists now.

Now that...

is quite a lot of fertilizer.

- Your father really hates me. - He hates everything right now.

He's going through a crisis. A bit like this whole country.

And, to be honest, I don't know where this is all headed either.

I used to have clear ideas about what's right and what's wrong. Now I don't.

I think this whole crisis, the debates,

might help us better understand who we are, as a nation.

Or at least who we want to be.

I mean, we Germans are still so uptight about our own identity.

But this is a free, open-minded, cool country.

We have to defend those values against those who don't accept them,

whether they're Germans or foreigners,

right-wingers or left-wingers, Nazis or Islamist.

By the way, I thought you were pretty cool. When I was nine.

Back then I thought you were... pretty nice too.

Where's my Lugana?

This can't be. I had two bottles left.

I take alcohol away.

Take away?

- Where to? - Hide the alcohol.

Angelika, you drink too much.

- Bad for woman. - Listen here, Diallo.

I am a Western woman and I make my own decisions.

All right? Where's my wine?

I hid. And it stays hid.

You not nice to your husband when you drink.

Why too much drink? No honor.

Honor? Don't come at me with "honor."

All that matters to you is if a woman brings honor to her husband.

I couldn't care less about your honor. Where's my wine?

Your husband loves you, Angelika.

He need you. He very lonely.

He very lonely?

I very lonely.

Angelika!

Grandma, I don't want to disturb you,

but there are four total idiots outside, holding torches.

What is this? I'll call the police if you don't go away.

We're going to keep our vigil here until that Islamist is arrested.

We want security!

Security! Security! Security!

Ms. Sobrowitsch!

I heard you moved out.

- What? - Moved out!

- You. - Yes, that's right. I'm living with Sascha.

- I hope you have your own room. - What?

- Your daughter is here. - What?!

Daughter!

Sophie, what are you doing here?

- Dad! - What's going on here?

- You're coming home right now. - Doctor...

I'm not talking to you!

Let me go, Dad! You must be nuts!

- Ow! That really hurts! - God damn it, your exam is in two weeks!

And you're out partying. Where is your mind?

- My mind? - Yes.

Where's your mind? What are you doing here?

And what's with the weird getup? And those shoes?!

Since when...

- Who are you here with? Who? - Sascha.

With some airheaded bimbos he operated on that you two want to bang?

- Where is your mind?! - Sophie, please.

You two discuss this tomorrow. I'll take Sophie...

You're not taking anyone anywhere. You, you... We'll talk soon enough!

- We're going home. - Richard, what is all this?

I'm waiting in there and you just take off.

I see. I'm too old for you.

Listen, bitch! This here is my stud. Got it?

Go find your own daddy!

That is my daddy, you birdbrain!

Sophie!

Have a nice evening, Dr. Hartmann.

- Hey, why all the screaming? - Leave me alone!

- What... - Just leave me alone! All of you!

Sophie!

Sophie, just hold on a second.

Hello, Diallo. Well, how are you?

Well, then...

Unfortunately I don't have good news for you. I'm really sorry about this.

But they denied your asylum application.

Maybe the ministry didn't believe your story.

Maybe it was because of the police run-ins. I don't know.

And now I go back Nigeria?

No, the good news is I've appealed on your behalf.

There'll be a summary hearing in two days, so we have another chance.

But it is the last chance.

You have a good lawyer, right?

- Diallo! Hello. - Hello.

Do you like to walk here too? It's nice here, isn't it?

Go on, sit down.

Life is strange, Diallo.

- Everything. - Yeah.

Very strange, Germany.

I no understand.

You, very strange too.

- To me. - Me?

Why you not at home?

You must go home. To your Angelika.

Is your wife, Richard.

Belongs to you. Don't leave alone.

No, no, no.

She doesn't belong to me. She's not my property.

- It's different here. - Yes!

Your wife belongs to you, Richard. Is your wife.

- You love your wife. - Yeah, sure, but...

She doesn't belong to me, you understand?

You can own shoes or a car,

but not a person.

That's how it is here, in Germany.

If anything my wife belongs with me.

- Your wife belongs with you? - Yes, that's what we'd say.

She belongs with me. We belong to one another.

Or we are together.

Why you not go to your house then?

- I can't help now. I'll call the firm... - That won't do, Dad. You have to come now!

You have to be here.

At the hearing. You have to help him!

- I can't. I'm about to close the deal. - You are such an asshole, Dad!

- What? - You heard me.

If you don't help Diallo, you're an asshole.

Without Diallo I wouldn't have passed. You saw the video, right?

- Of my report. I sent it to you. - I... Urn...

- Not yet, I... - You don't watch a thing I send you!

You don't give a crap what I do!

Listen, Basti, I'm busting my ass so we can move to Shanghai.

I don't give a shit about Shanghai! Come or you're an asshole for eternity.

No say asshole to your dad.

CHECK THIS OUT, DAD

Philip?

Everything okay? Philip, they're waiting.

Have fun.

- Have fun, Thilo. - Philip'?

How long have those people been standing out front?

Three days.

I brought you flowers.

- Nice. - I've been thinking.

- And I want to tell you something. - Richard.

Diallo didn't get asylum.

What?

Apparently the statements he made were very contradictory.

He doesn't like telling his story, and his German wasn't very good then either.

And now the business with the police.

- We still have the hearing. - Did you call Philip?

- He's in Shanghai. - Then we'll help. I'll help him.

- You don't have any time! - Yes, I do too have time.

That's what I wanted...

- I'm retiring. - Yeah right, you...

Honestly, Geli. I am.

I'm sorry about the things that I...

- I said some very unkind things to you. - I did too.

- Mom? - Yes...

Dad! Um... Are you living here again?

I wanted to introduce you to someone, but I'm not sure it's a good time.

Yes, it is a very good time.

- Please, come right on in. Welcome. - Hello, Mrs. Hartmann.

This is Tarek. This is my mom.

- Nice to meet you. - Likewise. For you.

Lovely flowers. Thank you. Oh!

Yes, and you know each other already.

Hello, doctor.

By the way, there are some odd dudes outside.

There are odd dudes here in the living room if you ask me.

There's a Nazi rally out front, Grandma...

Tarek! Sophie!

Why? You two?

Diallo?

Do you know each other?

Security! Security!

You right-wing rats! You nasty scum!

The anti-fascists will be here in 30 minutes.

Richard, I'll see to this. I won't abandon you.

I want to talk to Sophie.

I want to see that she's okay.

Oh shit! This is war, people!

- Let's fight! - I'm calling the cops.

No police! We have to fight, yeah!

The Hartmann residence in a quiet neighborhood in south Munich...

The press, Nazis, left-wingers.

The anti-fascists!

If a bomb goes off in that house there'll be war in Germany tomorrow.

Security! Security!

What do you mean you were here already?

It's not a little vigil anymore! There are 100 people out there.

We need police, damn it!

Here!

- Yeah, you loser! - Heike!

- Bastards! Here, come on! - Those are organic eggs.

Stop! Go home!

The police are coming!

- Shut it! - Heike, have you gone crazy?!

Damn it!

We're calling the second time. We need police, it's escalating!

- I'm going out. - What? No! We're staying here, together.

Oh God!

Into the house. Quick!

Oh God! Dad! Dad!

- Tarek! - What happened?

What's wrong? To the couch.

There are injured people in there. Get your men in position.

We can't run the risk anymore.

What's going on, Tarek?

Call an ambulance, it's a heart attack. Basti, get a glass of water now!

- Is there Aspisol in the house? - No.

- Richard! - Diallo, come here!

- Talk to him. Make sure he stays conscious. - Mr. Hartmann, don't die!

Hey, you, Islamist! I mean you!

I saw you with Sophie. I have a bone to pick with you!

Leave Sophie be! She needs security.

Hey. you freak!

A shot, then you'll feel better.

The pain's nearly over.

- Everything will be fine. - Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Commence operation.

Stay nice and calm.

Diallo, very good idea.

What is he doing there?

He's helping.

We have the wrong guy.

Abort operation. All units, freeze!

- Freeze, damn it! - Abort!

Sorry. You called the police?

Yes.

But that was a while ago.

What's going on here?

I brought you something else.

No way!

- How did you get it back? - Heike took it off him.

The defendant is strongly suspected

of belonging to an Islamic terror network in Germany

accused of conspiring to commit a serious criminal act against the state.

The Federal Police admitted to an error in the Makabouri case.

Whether the Nigerian refugee will be deported

will be decided at a summary hearing today...

You should be at the hearing.

I'm here now.

With you.

We hereby announce our ruling in the asylum case of Mr...

Stop! Wait! I'm here.

Please excuse me, Your Honor.

- I'm Philip Hartmann, Mr. Makabari's lawyer. - Makabouri.

- Hello. I assume you're from Pro-Asylum? - No, certainly not.

I'm the opposite. I'm a corporate lawyer. At least I was until yesterday.

If I'm allowed one personal remark.

I wasn't a guy who shouted welcome.

And I was and still am very skeptical about that being the right signal.

- You know what I'm not skeptical about? - Do tell.

About this man here,

about Diallo Makabouri.

I am not a bit skeptical about him. And do you know why?

Because he is a true friend to my family, and to my son.

Right.

Then we'll start with the charges

for disturbing the peace and drug possession.

- Heike Broscher takes all responsibility... - Mr. Hartmann.

- This is not about that. - No?

This is solely about whether Mr. Makabouri gets asylum.

- Oh. - At his first hearing several months ago

Mr. Makabouri's statements were very contradictory.

I have a video from my son's class at school.

He sent it to me. You can watch Mr. Makabouri tell his story.

I request this video be allowed as evidence. What?

- Mr. Hartmann. - Yes?

- We already saw the video. - What?

About two hours ago. Your son had the same idea.

If you'll allow me, I would like to announce my ruling.

Thanks.

We hereby announce our ruling in...

Diallo! Come here, my boy.

Come here.

Welcome to the Hartmanns!

- Super party, Richard! - Hey, Diallo!

- That's not alcohol-free beer you have. - No, Tarek. Today it's good German beer.

Cheers.

He's already drunk.

I only have a small pad, but I could take in refugees too.

There are two brothers in my class, Amir and Hasan.

One of them is a really burly guy, but he moves really nicely.

And the other one,

he's really quiet and sensitive and all.

That could work, don't you think?

Yes, of course. Why not?

I have lots of time this summer.

I thought maybe we should go on a bike tour, or go camping.

- Camping is totally gay, Dad. - Chillaxitate your face, Basti.

What?

You are

way too cool for your age!

Come here, honey. I'm so proud of you!

You're still my little pussycat.

My little pussycat.

- I could cuddle you all today! - Dad, it's embarrassing.

Don't be so uptight.

Family! Family!

And now!

- No, don't always explain it all to me. - Press here.

- Howdy. - Howdy.

- Richard, now I have asylum. - Yes.

I call home.

I tell all of my uncles, aunts, nephews and cousins.

All want to come here now.

They all live here, like big family.

Just joking, Richard. Just joking.