All language subtitles for No Dogs Allowed (EN)

* monotonous sounds *

* Mouse click, breathe *

* Keyboard clatter *

* The monotonous sounds continue. *

* Quiet music is playing. *

* Clatter of dishes, babble of voices *

And once the iced coffee.

Thank you.

That's not mine.

Yes, of course.

It says "Tommy" on it.

Should I have "Moony15"
on it, or what?

I mean,
you're not a call boy.

Oh, no.
Leave it, it's all good.

I don't like older people.

Yeah, who says
that I fancy you?

Sorry.

All good.

Would you
perhaps leave again?

Sorry.
No problem at all.

Really?

* He sighs. *

Weren't you just about to leave?

No plan.

* The man sighs. *

(Let it go.

This is mine. Let go.

* The boys continue to argue. *

Not so conspicuous.

Huh?
Well, you can
look, but not like this...

Not like a stalker.

I didn't look.
It's just a joke, okay?

Fun.

* He sighs. *

How sure are you actually?

I mean, you're 15, right?

Have you ever had a girlfriend
or a boyfriend?

Yes, both.

But not so good?
* He sighs. *

Yes, it is.

But...

Not the same?

* He sighs. *

Shit.

Maybe I should go
go somewhere.
What do you mean?

Yes, to one of those counseling centers.

Fill out these questionnaires.

What?

Watch out: In the beginning
it's just a questionnaire, right?

But at some point they will invite you
for an initial interview.

Do you know
where to conduct initial interviews?

With a psychiatrist
or during an appendectomy,

before they cut you open,
to rummage around inside you.

Hey, you don't need that.

Believe me.

* The man sighs. *

* He sighs. *

* spherical sounds *

* Printer humming *

* dreamy music *

* The dreamy music
continues more dynamically. *

Digga, what am I supposed to do
if I get a board like this?

My cock
does not listen to orders.

It's very simple,
you enter on Google:

Genital herpes, anal fistula.

And then?
Then you
no more erections.

Or even
a Holocaust documentary.
Woah.

Yes, what?

* The dreamy music
continues. *

* Snoring *

* The dreamy music
becomes melancholic. *

* He sighs. *

* He sighs heavily. *

Oh.

* He laughs in disgust. *

* He sighs and grumbles. *

* Video game music, fighting sounds *
(Look at him now.

Up here, zack.
There, batz, butz, bitz, bam.

Are you
to Maja's on Saturday?

Digga, I'm not invited.

Really?

Your ex must really
hate you, right?
Yep, not just him.

Fuck, dude.

Sorry, man.

Are you going?
When Jenny is there.

(laughing) Dude, yeah.

* The door is opened. *

At 5 p.m. we do
spelling again.

Okay, Rambo?
- Okay.

Hey, play it right, dude.
You're always killing yourself.

Just leave me alone.
I want to
fight with you. Fucking emo, yo.

(Hey.

(What do you want?

Huh? Are you playing without a power split?

(Yes.
We mainly play without you.

Without a power split, it sucks.

(Friend) Go away, I can't see anything.

* The friend sighs. *

Go and play
Play Barbie or Lego, will you?

I have to take a dump.
Do you want to play single player?

Nah, it's fine.

Boah, dude, Thai curry of death.

* The friend laughs. *
Have fun.

Thank you, brother.

* Clattering dishes *

* He sighs. *
* A door opens. *

Can we play a round?

I think,
Sebbo will be right back.

* Video game music *
* The brother laughs. *

* Fighting sounds *

Oh, you want to die?

Oho, not bad.

Haha.
Wow, what a combo.

Now. Batz.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Another round?

(Sebbo) Well, did you
have you let yourself be beaten up?

Nah, man, no way.

But it's really not bad.
Come on, give it to me.

No, I want to
play another round. - Hey.

Give now.

Hey, dude.
- Ah, man.

(Give me that now.
- No.

(Sebbo) What did I say, huh?
- The fuck you did. Ow!

That you shouldn't
steal my stuff. - Oh, boy. Ah.

(Brother) Always
you have to exaggerate like that. Always.

* Video game music *
Really cheeky, the little one, huh?

Come on, let's
make a power splitter.

Yes, yes, safe. Safe.

* Controller rattling *

* He sniffs. *

* Cell phone rings *
* He clears his throat. *

(man) "Prevention project
for young people, hello."

"Hello?"
Hey.

"Hey."
* Gabo laughs. *

"Take your time,
take a deep breath first.

But may I ask
ask something in advance?

And we are
a project for young people.

That's why I need to know
how old you are."

Uh, well, I'm 15.

"Great. Could you explain to me briefly
why you're calling us?"

So... That's not going to be
not recorded now, is it?

"No, no.
Anonymity is very important here.

We're not giving anything away here."

Uh...

So, the thing is... I wanted to
talk about something like this, stop.

"Mhm."

And that is now
kind of...
"Hm."

That's somehow been longer.
"Mhm."

Uh...
"I see.

It's very brave of you,
for you to call us.

Not many people manage that.

If you find it difficult,

I can offer you a consultation
with a therapist."

A therapist?
"Mhm. Yes, exactly.

We offer so-called
exploratory talks.

You can imagine this
like a question and answer session.

And that's what it's all about,
what's on your mind.

Then we can think about
how we can help you.

But that is
all voluntary, of course..."

* Tuten *

* He sighs. *

* Relaxed jazz music is playing. *

But yes, my sister is
always with her boyfriend.

Okay, and what does your mother do?

Good question.

So she's looking for a job right now.
Or rather, I'm looking for her.

You?
Yes.

Sounds
like twisted roles, right?

Yes, no idea.
* Cell phone vibration *

I also have another question.
Sure.

Why did you
with me again?

Well, you don't have anyone else
you can talk to, right?

Just to talk?

Just to talk, yes.

Okay, watch out,
I'll be completely honest.

I have enough other people I can
I can call if I need to.

Is that one of your boys?

Oh, no. That's my son.

Are you married?
Yes.

Actually
mainly because of our son.

That's amazing, I wouldn't have thought
that you had children.

Why?

Sorry.

Tell me more about the boy.
Which boy?

The one you're in love with.

Huh? I'm not in love.

* The jazz music ends. *
* Applause *

But not here now, is it?

Na.

* Key tones *

* He sighs. *

It's cute, really.
I can understand you very well.

Yes, but that's completely stupid.

He goes to second grade.
In fucking second grade.

To elementary school.

He is just learning
the multiplication tables or ...

how to write subordinate clauses.

I find that
not stupid, really.

Can I ask you something?
Sure.

So if it's okay?
Absolutely, ask.

So I sometimes look at
things like that sometimes.

So no KP now.

So at least
not such blatant things.

I don't know,
whether that's still okay.

You would have to give me
give me an example.

A picture?
Yes, of course.

* He sighs. *

Are you sure?
Come on now, come on.

Something like this, for example.

It's simple:
Child pornography.

Look.

Child pornography.

Vacation photo.

Child pornography.

And vacation photo.

That makes absolutely no sense.

Exactly.
That makes no sense at all.

* He laughs. *

Mom.

Mom?

Yes?

How was it?

What is it?
The job interview.

Yes.
But you were already there, weren't you?

Oh man, mom.
I don't speak English.

How would you know that
if you weren't there? Mom.

Mom, of course you can.

What is that?
Ms. Hanke?

Please take a seat.

Yes, maybe another time.
Please.

Thank you for coming, Ms. Hanke.
Yes, thank you.

Excuse me?

Thank you.
Okay.

So, maybe you can tell us,
why you want to work here?

Just in a few words.
* She clears her throat. *

Yes, I like working with people.
You ... what?

Oh, I can't do that.

Oh, mom, you're
overqualified for the job.

I know it's meant nicely.

(disappointed) Thank you
for your time.

* Casual rock music is playing. *

Ey, this is so perfect.
- It looks really cool.

Dude, I have to
think of something awesome.

For your 16, right?
No, it's fine.

Can you print weapons?
Whew.

Theoretically yes.
Wow.

Yes, but I print
things for home.

Hey, give me that.
How long have you been working on it?

Went. I had to redo the nose
my nose. It was ugly.

(laughing) The mouth, the ears.

So actually everything.
(Sebbo) Funny, brother, funny.

Have you shown Gabo our
our electric chair? - Nope.

Would you like to
see an electric chair?

Last week we cleaned out Grandpa Jörn's
last week. Want to see?

Okay, yes.

Do you really have one?
(Sebbo.)
This is an old dentist's chair.

A lot of people have already
people have died on it.

Yes?
Yes.

Eww.

* Brother imitates spitting. *

* soulful music *
So...

I sometimes wonder,
what that would be like.

So it's nothing too extreme.

Just normal things.

Going to the movies together.

What to eat.

Making out a little.
Sounds nice.

But only in my imagination.

So I would
never really do anything.

So I would never
do anything bad.

He didn't deserve that.

Going to the movies, spending time,
that doesn't sound so bad.

Sounds more like
more like friendship, right?

It would be nice.

Then why don't you do that?

Can I pay this time?

Yes, this time you pay.

David Luchner?

Yes, or just Dave.

Okay?

* gloomy monotonous sounds *

I am Gabo, by the way.

* oppressive music *

So, are you ready?
Sure.

Traffic light.

* Tire squeal *

* Dave cheers. *

* The oppressive music
becomes dynamic. *

* Gabo cheers. *

* Gabo cheers. *

* The dynamic music
overlays the scene. *

* He cheers. *

1:0 for Gabo!

I have no idea what it will be like
in a few years' time.

But I can't imagine
imagine that it's over,

that at some point
no longer have feelings for him,

when he is older.

But I'm afraid
that it will be like this at some point,

that it will be gone at some point.

Does that make any sense?

You're in love for the first time
really in love, aren't you?

I have no idea.

I've never had that before.

So never like this.

Don't let anyone take that feeling
from anyone, right? Ever.

You won't get that
again so quickly.

Are you actually
in love with me?

Oh well,
I think you're incredibly cute.

Intelligent, cheeky.

Yes, I like you.

That's your shtick, isn't it?

First lure me into such a dark forest
then give me compliments.

You wanted to go somewhere,
where people can talk in peace, right?

I'm just kidding.

What will that be?

Should I take them away again?

How would you like it
if I blew you?

Without any kissing. I promise.

Well...

You already have
your hand in my crotch.

* Zipper ratchets *

* A belt buckle rattles. *

* oppressive sounds *

* sparkling music *

(TV announcer) "The
84-year-old Hans from Mainz ...

* Gabo sighs. *

"... has caught the eleven years younger
Gisela, who is eleven years younger.

Here at the senior dance."

"I've looked around
looked around a bit here.

And suddenly discover
suddenly this lady..."

* Snoring *

* Snoring ends. *

* Rain pattering *

Mom?

Mom.

Mom!
What?

What... What... What's going on?

Did something happen?
You stopped breathing.

What?
do you still have them all?

You didn't breathe.

Really,
you'll drive me to my grave.

* Both gasp. *

* Message tone *

Pff.

Hey.
Well?

Did your boyfriend kick you out?
Haha.

At least I have one.
Hahaha.

Tell me, Gabo.

Did you hear that yesterday?

Your shouting?
Yes, did you hear that?

Yes, you've heard it.

Okay, but you didn't
to see if...

So what's going on?

What happened?

Mom has such shortness of breath.
I know.

You know that?
Yes, that's sleep apnea.

Yes, but it can
lead to depression,

Stroke, high blood pressure.

I think she has other problems.

And if she
has a stroke?
What if she has a stroke?

Yeah, never mind.

Yes, I didn't want to
I didn't want to get on your nerves either.

Hach, Gabo.

(snidely) Hach, Gabo.
F...

What a load of crap.

Back wheel.

* Message tone *

* Casual German rock is playing. *

* Knock Knock" by Dittmann *

Jo, shall we gamble later
still gamble?
Hm, definitely.

With you?
Of course.

* He gasps lustfully. *

(Sebbo) "Sam,
would you like a taste?"

("What's that?"

(Sebbo) "Wasabi. Super tasty."
What is it?

Sebbo has sent me
sent me a video like this. From Sam.

* Sam groans. *

(Sebbo) Uh, uh.
* Sebbo laughs. *

(Sam) "Ow, that hurts."
- (Sebbo) "So what? Does it taste good?"

* Sebbo laughs. *
Cute.

("What's going on?"

* Sebbo laughs. *

("Oh my God.
Is it spicy or what?"

What will that be?

Leave it.

Never done it before?

My ex always wanted to, but...

I was never really ready for it.

You're never really ready for it.

You don't need to be afraid,
really.

It hurts at first,
but then...

Bam. Believe me.

It is
the best feeling in the world.

Nope.
Oh, come on.

Do we want to
stay with foreplay forever?

At 20 km/h
on the highway?

Or be a soldier
and never go to war?

* He laughs sheepishly. *

So?

Okay.

Do you want to
take it in your hand?

Nope.
But squirting your unborn babies
into my mouth is okay?

* He sighs. *

Oh, that's okay.

Like this?
Oh, okay.

Is good.

* swelling drone *

Okay.

Come on, lie down.

I don't know.

* The droning stops abruptly. *

* A belt buckle rattles. *

* Fart *
Fuck. Sorry.

All good.

That is
completely normal afterwards, believe me.

* Farting *

Thursday at Henry's? 8 p.m.?

Yes, I'll write to you again.

* A door is opened. *

* Thunder *

(Sebbo) "Sam,
would you like a taste?"

("What's that?"

"Wasabi. Super tasty. Come on."

* Sam groans. *

(Sebbo) "Uh, uh."
* Sebbo laughs. *

(Sam) "Ow, that hurts."
- (Sebbo) "So what?

Do you like it?"
* Sebbo laughs. *

(Sebbo) "What's the matter?
Is it hot?"

* The video stops abruptly. *

* He sighs. *

* Relaxed jazz music is playing. *

(Do you want
a drink yet?

Hmm?

Oh, no.
I'm still waiting for someone.

(Take your time.

* Key tones *

* thoughtful music *

* Gabo sighs. *

* Key tones *

"You are connected to
Bluebelt Lights, David Luchner.

I cannot be reached,

but please feel free to leave me
a message."

* Beep *

Hey, it's me, Gabo.

I hope you're not angry
not mad that I'm calling here.

But you haven't contacted me
somehow for a week.

And... So,
I just wanted to talk again.

So just talk.

Unless you are now traveling with one
of the others.

Yes...

But don't ghoste me.

Is somehow not so correct.

(Teacher) The special thing here,

if we compare it with
with other contemporaries:

He doesn't paint in depth,
it's all black,

he only paints the foreground.

And so it runs
through all his works, yes?

Here too, yes ...

the image is not localized.

(Gay.
* Laughter *

Hey, shut the fuck up.

(So,
what is this down here?

Take a look at your toes.
What do you notice?

(pupil) They are
all dirty.

(Teacher) Yes, that's right.

That is
such a realistic detail, yes?

The dirty nails.

Well seen.

(Sebbo) What a bunch of spooks
we have in our class.

That they still
homophobic shit.

Yes, it wasn't that bad
it wasn't that bad.

No, Gabo, you have to
defend yourself.
It's okay.

Oh, by the way,
I have a job for you.

A job?
Yes, well:

My mother wants to give two 3D figures
as a present for my grandpa Jörn.

One from me, one from Sam.

Okay?
Age.

If you're clever about it,

I'll give you a hunny
from my mom, right?

Okay.

Where are you?
I tried to call you.

Is your battery dead?

What's going on?
I'd like to know too.

Yes.
There are people there.

Are you Gabriel Hanke?

Yes, or Gabo.

I am Elisabeth Juhasz.

Hello.
Hi.

This is my colleague, Sven Heister.

We are from the criminal investigation department.

May I call you by your first name?

Yes.
You go to the
Rosa Luxemburg School, 10th grade?

Yes.
Did he do anything?

No, don't worry.

It's more like we need your
need your help with a case.

Do you think you could help us?

Yes?

Go there,
That's totally rude.
Yes.

Have you seen this person
seen this person before?

Nope. So, don't think so.

Are you sure?

Yes.
Who is that?

This is David Luchner.

The parents of a 14-year-old
have filed a complaint with us.

On suspicion
of sexual abuse.

We are now assuming
that there are more victims.

So other young people,
that he might have met.

What does my son have to do with it?

We have analyzed the connection data
of the accused

and found out who he had
had been in contact with over the last few months.

Yes, so you know this man?

Um... Can I
see the picture again?

Yes, of course. Thank you.

Um... Yes, yes.

We met there.
For an internship.

For a school internship?

Yes, for the next six months
then, so to speak.

Why don't you tell me that?

You didn't
not tell your mother?

Yes, in the end
nothing came of it anyway.

Okay.

* Gabo clears his throat. *
Good.

I would be grateful to both of you
if, towards the end of the week

come to our police station
could come to us,

to make the statement
once again officially.

That would help us a lot.

(Mother) Of course.

* nervous breathing *

* monotonous sounds *

* He sighs. *

Fuck.

* He sighs. *

* Sebbo laughs. *

(Sebbo) When Grandpa Jörn sees this,
he'll freak out.

He will freak out.
Yes, chill out.

Nah, you know,
how happy he'll be?

I'll get Sam, yeah?

Sam!

Sam.

Hey, don't be such a
don't be such a sissy.

What's going on?
He's pooping around,
because I hid his cap.

Hey, Gabo came especially
to do this with us.

A bit of an ass, isn't it?

Hi, Gabo.
Hey.

Wow. Something stinks here?

Eww.

Wow. I really have to puke.

Uh.
* He sniffs. *

Oh, it's you.

* Sam chokes. *

Can we get started?
(Okay.

Take a look,
you have to stand here.

Then do it like this.

Now take a deep breath.

Look to the left.

Perfect.

And now stay that way.

* Clink *
(Oh, shit.

Sebbo, can you come here, please?
- Can you manage without me?

(Shit.
Sure.

(Sebbo.
- Yes!

Stay like that, right? Don't move.

Wait a minute, idea.

Where was it?

So, look to the left again.

Where was it?

Thanks, boss.

Perfect.

And hop.

* Dreamy music
overlays the scene. *

* Quiet music *

We have to go this way.

And now once here on the left, please.

Okay, Gabo.

Can you tell me again?

why you didn't accept the internship
did not accept the internship after all?

I wanted to do product development
do product development.
Okay.

So how do you
make prototypes,

3-D modeling and, uh...

Okay, and that was
not possible with Bluebelt?

Nope.

Is the man now in custody
or in custody?

The judge
unfortunately rejected it.

Tss.

Well, the charges were filed by
the parents of the boy.

The 14-year-old himself
refuses to testify.

So far at least.

Ms. Hanke, it's common practice here,

part of the interrogation with
with young people alone.

That won't take long,
ten, 15 minutes.

You want me to leave now?
- I'll get you right back in.

But I can also stay.

That's right, yes.

Good.

Good.

Gabo.

Did you at any time
the impression,

that Mr. Luchner
wanted more from you?

No, not that I know of.

Has he ever made you any
sexual propositions?

And that he met
with other boys,

Have you heard
notice anything?

As I said, I don't know him
not that well either.

So no?
No.

Okay, Gabo...

I'm going to be completely honest.

I don't think there was
there was an interview.

What makes you think that?

I'm sorry if this
unpleasant for you now.

"You are connected to
Bluebelt Lights, David Luchner.

I cannot be reached,

but please feel free to leave me
a message."

"Hey, it's me, Gabo.

I hope you're not angry
not mad that I'm calling here.

But you haven't contacted me
somehow for a week.

And... So,
I just wanted to talk again.

So just talk.

Unless you are now traveling with one
one of the others.

Yes...

But don't ghoste me.

It's somehow not so correct."

It's really important
that you tell me the truth.

Don't I have the
Right of refusal or something?

I don't have to say anything,
if I don't want to.

Only if you would incriminate yourself with your statement
would incriminate yourself.

And that is not
not the case here, is it?

Nope.

So I don't know the others.

I don't know now,
what they look like or anything.

Are you sure?
Yes.

Man, mom, wait a minute.

Nothing happened, okay?

The man knows exactly which buttons
he presses with 15-year-olds.

Calm down, please.

Do you think anyone
wants this for their son?

I don't know what
about anyone's son.

But nothing happened to me.

All right, then we'll just go
to this Tessa's sister.

What? No.
She has
young people in her practice too.

Huh? I said no.

You have to talk to someone, and
and if not with me...
Man, mom!

If you want to help me,
then just listen.

Okay, good.

Then I'll keep my mouth shut.
So, what are you trying to tell me?

* He snorts. *

So nothing?

* The engine is started. *

* Moving pop music is playing:
"Three Weeks" by IXIK. *

* Knock *
(Gabo?

Gabo.
* The pop music gets louder. *

White noise on the stereo

My mind in a loop
Before I know

The years will come and go

And you will feel
All kinds of things

Please tell me everything

Some rainy day
Reflections of the neon lights

Will lure you
Into streets of concrete jungles

Late at night. ♪

* The pop music ends abruptly. *

Mom said,
you were on the phone too.

Then why are you asking me?
Man,
can't we talk normally?

Normally activated.
You don't want to talk to
Mom about it, okay.

But it's obvious
that something has happened

and you don't talk about it.

I...

I don't want
that you ... get hurt, Bobo.

Bobo? Are you serious?
What am I serious about?

Emi, did you miss something?
I'm not 12 anymore.

Man, it burdens me
just as much as mom.

Mom?
Yes, mom.

Do you know
how many times she called last week?

Just block them.
You don't block people.

That's also part of it if you
don't want to be 12 anymore.
What?

Who is always there for her?
When she can't cope?

Right, me. And now you're
big sister.

Because I'm your big sister.

Anything else?

* She sighs and snorts. *

Ey.

* "Three Weeks" is playing
by IXIK. *

# I know you're feeling something

But you tell me nothing
Not yet... ♪

* He sighs. *

* The song breaks off abruptly. *

* He sighs deeply. *

* He groans. *

* The song starts again. *

♪ I understand nothing... ♪

* The song breaks off. *

* Drone *

(Does this boy
the boy look familiar?

Hm, no.

Perhaps once
seen on a photo?

Nope.
Does the name
the name Frederic Lencer ring a bell?

Or Freddy?

Freddy Lencer?

Nope.

Okay.
- Why? Who is that?

The boy whose parents
filed the complaint.

(Oh man.

We have
in the cloud of Mr. Luchner

found some other pictures.

Above all family photos, but ...

also pictures of
other young people and children.

Where the pictures come from,
we don't know, but I thought

Maybe you can tell me
if you recognize anyone there.

Okay?
- Good.

So...

Hm... Nope.

Okay.

Nope.

Okay.

Um, no.

No?

Okay.

(Mother) Can I see again?

Yes.

But that's...

Isn't that Sebbo's brother?

Really?
(Yes.

Yes, yes, that's right.
(Mother) Yes?

(Juhasz) You know the boy?
- Yes.

But he's only eight.

Can you give me a name?

(Mother) Um, what's his name?
Sam.

So Sam Makowski.
(Sam Makowski.

(God, how awful.

* Birdsong, babble of voices *

Gabo!

Wait a minute.

I've got it.

What about VoWi?
Are you telling
the Meinhardt, I'm gone?

Everything okay?
Nah, man.

What's going on?

Okay. It's because of my brother.

Yesterday one of them
from the criminal investigation department.
What?

Yes, one guy had a photo of Sam
on his PC, a pedophile.

Fuck.
Yeah, man.

But is Sam okay?
Yes. I don't know, I think so.

Hey, I'll tell you
everything tomorrow, yeah?

Yeah, sure.
I have to go.

* He snorts. *

* oppressive sounds *

* The oppressive sounds
fade away. *

* Ring *

Mom, are you leaving?

* Ring *

* He sighs. *

* Ring *

* He sighs. *

Good morning, Gabo.

Hey.

Morning.
- Morning.

(Tomorrow.

We have to take your cell phone
to the police station.

I am sorry,
but we are assuming,

that we
find chats or contacts,

relevant for the determination
are relevant.

Is that because of this Sam?

(Juhasz) I have here
a court order.

Do you have it with you right now?

No, but I'd go and get it.
I'll come with you.

Hey.

What works?

What's wrong with your cell phone?
I'm having it repaired.

Okay.

Hey, give Holzi a break.

We have lessons.
Digga, come on.

What's going on?

Come on now.
What?

* The school bell rings. *

Why didn't you say
that you knew the guy?

I don't know him.
Hey, I know you know him.

I don't know him.

I met him
for an internship.

Your mom says otherwise.
My mom?

She called us yesterday.

Hey, you know how my mom
talks really crazy shit sometimes?

That there is
climate change does not exist.

What are you talking about?
Man, I mean, she's just...

But you know the guy.

No idea, yes.

Did he want something from you too?
What?

No. I have met him
twice.

Don't make a big deal out of it.
No big deal?

He takes photos of my brother
as a wank template.

What can I do for the shitty photos?
I don't know either!

Man, but...

Is Sam okay?

I have no idea. I think I do.

He just thinks that the guy
somehow does scams like that.
Fuck.

Hey, play hooky today.

A little distraction.

I wonder,
how he came up with Sam.

The guy lives
in another fucking city.

I don't know.

How does he know Sam?

So... I have no idea.

It could just be
that he got the photos from Insta.

Insta?

Yes, so he asked me
asked me for my Insta.

I gave him this, and then

he has probably seen,
who I follow.

No, that can't be right.

I checked Sam's Insta,
he didn't post the photo.

Okay.

I mean...

Did you send him
sent him photos by mistake?

Man, what do you want?

I've told you everything, okay?
What else do you want me to do?

I don't know if you say everything.

You are not saying
that you know this freak.

Although you're quite specific...
Ask Sam where he got the pictures.

Leave Sam out of this shit, will you?

I have no idea what
between you and the guy.

But leave Sam out of it!

Did someone shit in your brain?

Are you on your period?

Son of a bitch.

Paranoid.

Fuck.

* stirring string music *

* The stirring string music
continues. *

Mom?

Mom!

* Beep, free tone *

("Yes?"
Are you enjoying this?

"What are you talking about?"
Are you trying to
destroy my fucking life?

"I'm going to have an accident,
if you shout like that."

Yes, do that! Then just
nobody comes to your funeral!

Because you're a piece of shit!

* He yells. *

* The stirring string music
fades away. *

If you want to talk to me,

get in touch
to my lawyer: Häußler-Roth.

What happened?
I'm sorry,
for dragging you into this.

But I can't talk to you.

Did something happen
with the other one?

No, nothing. Nothing special.

Gabo, what is supposed to have happened?

They confiscated my cell phone!

I didn't tell them anything.

Me neither.

If they don't get anywhere,

they will
on you.

They'll keep asking,
until they know everything about me.

And about you too, okay?
Do you understand?

* Both sigh. *

* The engine starts. *
I'm sorry, my dear.

* Depressing music
overlays the scenes. *

* The oppressive music
continues. *

* The oppressive music
fades away. *

Freddy?
Yes?

Hi, I'm Gabo.

Which school
do you actually go to?

Max-Beckmann.

Max Beckmann? Isn't that
that the bigwig school?

Yes, my parents wanted me to go,
me to go there.

How do they actually deal with it?

They're going crazy.
Yours too?

Yes, for weeks.

Really cool.

I think they would like me

put in a psychiatric ward
because of the whole Dave thing.

How do you actually know
his name? So Dave's?

He told me the first time.

The first time?

Yes, well, when we
met for the first time.

* Chattering *

So...

Did he give you...

Nope. You?

No, not at all.

So, he has often given me...

You know what I mean.

Me too.

And how do they actually have sex?
The ducks, that is.

They definitely have
pretty nasty tails.

Like such small screws.

A bit like Dave.
Yes.

Hey, he looked really funny.

Did you also give him...

Shit.

Yes, it wasn't that bad.

So, it tastes
a little funny, but...

Really? I think that's totally blatant.

He asked me too, but...

Woah, nope.

Yes, well.

If he does it with me,
I have to do it with him.

Did you tell them that?

Who now? The cops?

Tss. I'm not stupid.

You?

Yes, everything.

Like everything?

Everything we have done.

Wow.

That was really good.

Just talk about it.

Let everything out.

And after that they
stopped asking.

Yes, and your parents?
Mrs. Juhasz
has a duty of confidentiality.

She can't tell them that.
That woman, yo.

A real broom.
Like something out of a "crime scene".

But as I said...

So it was really good.

Really.

(Woman on TV) "As soon as I
have done the paperwork.

Do you have your ID with you
and the documents?

Are they in the envelope?"

(Woman 2) "Yes."
- (woman) "Can I see?"

* A door slams shut. *

(Woman 2) "I'm off then."
- "Mhm."

(Woman 2) "My wallet."

Hey.

I have a sandwich ice cream

left in the fridge,
if you like.

Okay, cool.

It's a shame that we somehow

have not seen the weekend.

Yes, maybe next time.

Full.

Have you actually
your cell phone back yet?

Nope.
That's so blatant.

Really,
they are such bullshit cops.
Tss.

I will get it
again next Monday.

I'm also
just don't feel like it anymore.

I don't want to have anything more to do
have anything more to do with it.

With this guy?

With the whole thing.

Hm.

Digga.
Hm.

Eww.
What is it?

You're disgusting.
What else am I supposed to do?

That's kind of disgusting.
So what?

* She laughs *

* She sighs. *

* The TV conversation
continues muffled. *

More happened, didn't it?

Yes, that,
what I just told you.

There was more.

That was all
not so bad.

Digga, you're almost crying.

Yes, it's just stressful at the moment.

With school and all that.

* He sniffs. *

I'm going to sleep.
Yes.

Good night.

* oppressively sparkling
piano music *

* She sighs deeply. *

Fuck.

* He groans. *

* Melancholic sounds
overlay the piano music. *

* The oppressively sparkling
piano music continues. *

* babble of voices *

(Student) That's so blatant right now.
But it's not our school, is it?

(pupil) Is one
from the Max Beckmann.

Was one of the Max Beckmanns.
- Is he dead?

His mother must have found him
foaming at the mouth.

He wasn't breathing.
- Really?

(Pupil 2) Hey, he's not
dead, is he? He's in hospital.

He took a whole pack of
of tablets.

But now by mistake?
- Yes, exactly, by mistake.

(That's great.

(Pupil 2) Leni says,
they had to take the stomach out.

(Pupil) Operated out?
- (pupil) But he's still alive?

(Student 2) I don't know.
But...

* oppressive drone *

* The drone continues. *

* excited chattering *

* Message tone *

Man, man, Gabo, yo. But nobody knows
nobody knows you're here, do they?

Nope.
Are you sure?

Yes.

Have you heard about it?
Well, about the boy.

My lawyer called this morning.

Do you think
he wanted to hurt himself?

With all that,
he has swallowed?

Yes.

But why?
So why did he do it?

Fuck.
Shall I be honest?

I'm not surprised by the whole thing.

They called the boy
to the police six times.

You don't know Freddy,
but that was,

Yes, it's all far too much for him.

Above all
you don't know his parents.

They have
withdrawn the complaint.

Now they've got it.

What did you do?

Going swimming, eating out,

sometimes more.

Blowjobs like that?

Yes.
my specialty, isn't it?

Him too?

No, he didn't want to.

No?
Nope.

Why do you ask that?

I don't know, I...
What?

What don't you know?

No matter.

You know, Freddy was struggling with
struggling with depression, I think.

What?
Let me show you something.

Here.

I thought,
they collected it.

Yes, they have
a cell phone, yes.

I told him to confide in
confide in a teacher

or
find a therapist.

He wrote me this,
We had already met.

Here:

"I don't want a therapist.

Dave, I'd rather have someone...

Someone like you."

I would never have thought
that he would do something like that.

* Dave sighs. *

How are you doing with it all?

Not so good?

Hey, watch out, this ...

will probably take
a few months, yes?

But then
you tell me everything, right?

Tell me everything,
what happened.

My lawyer says the proceedings
will certainly be dropped.

But that will now take
two or three months.

If I'm not
I'm not too old for you?

Not bad.
* Gabo laughs. *

Um... Should I drop you
drop you off somewhere, or...

Nah, it's fine.

Okay. Take care, okay?

* The engine starts. *

* Ring *

* A door is opened. *

* Knock *
(Gabo?

Yes?

* Knock *
(Gabo, you have a visitor.

(annoyed) Yes.

(Hey, Gabo.

Hey.

Come in.

What are you doing here?
Oh my God.

Does Sebbo know you're here?
He's a wanker.

So nobody knows
that you're here?
Nope.

It turned out so well.

Hey, Sam, this sucks, okay?

Come on, come on.

Wait,
I'll take a quick photo.

Man, Sam, what's going on with you?

Hey, that sucks. Come on, come on.

Come on, let's go.

* A door is opened and closed.
and closed. *

* oppressive sounds *

* dark wafting *
What's going on here?

Hey, Sebbo.
Do you have dementia or some shit?

What did I say?
Are you going to punch me in the face?

Did he do something?
What did he do?

Did you do something?
Any kinky photos?

Is that my fault now?
if he runs after me?

What are you talking about?
He's a pain in the ass!

Not the other way around.

No wonder,
as shitty as you are to him.

Fuck off.
Can't you
talk, fucking prolo?

Are you crying now? Huh? Huh?

You don't know what
the shit that happened to me.

* The dark billowing continues. *

* dissonant music *

* The dissonant music fades away. *

(Juhasz) "So actually
it is like this,

that you cannot make a statement
cannot be made anonymously.

So if you want to report someone for
a criminal offense.

You have to give the person the opportunity
to defend themselves.

Do you understand, Gabo?"
Yes.

"But as I said,
the case was closed.

In this context
unfortunately my hands are tied.

If you have something, you have to
talk to the prosecutor.

Without further evidence, the case

otherwise in the coming weeks
will be shelved in the coming weeks."

* depressing music *

* He sighs. *

* gloomy drone *

Mr. Hanke?

Hunter my name.

Would you like to come with me?

* Scribble *

Do you need another break?
* Gabo sniffs. *

Nope, all good.

So let me summarize once again:

In June of this year, you

Mr. Luchner
right?

After the first sexual contact

have you
continued to meet with him.

Yes.
But you said that
you never really liked it.

Yes.

Well, I don't know.

Was there a particular reason,

why you continued to meet Mr. Luchner
further?

He was just quite nice.

Until it finally came to the
assault in the hotel?

Yes.

Do you know what you said
when he suggested we move on?

No, I don't know anymore.

Have you
given your consent

or have you objected?

I don't know.

At first I said no.

But he put the pressure on:

He wants me to think about him too.

What he wants.

And how did you answer?

Somehow not at all.

Well, I didn't answer.

Then he just did it.

* Heartbeat *

What we have now, Mr. Hanke,

is a very accurate,
strong testimony.

Yours. That's very, very good.

Okay.

Is there any
recording of the evening?

A conversation, a chat,
in which this evening was the topic?

Nope.
A diary entry?

What... What does that mean now?
Well...

The next step
would be a credibility report

and the questioning
of the accused.

But we shouldn't set our hopes
not set our hopes too high.

It is still a
circumstantial trial with one witness.

If there is anything
that would help us, then...

Is there anything?

So there's another cell phone.

From Dave.
What would we find on it?

Quite a lot.

Mhm.

So all the chats.
Chats with the other young people?

Chats with you?

* Gabo sighs deeply. *

* oppressive sounds *

* The engine is switched off. *

(Juhasz) Why doesn't he get out?

Will you write to him again?
Just...

Just write to him:
"I'm here now", that's enough.

Okay?

Yes, perfect.

* Cell phone vibrates *
Okay, don't answer it yet.

Sven? - Ersoy (Heister)
and Schwarze, are coming.

Okay, we'll make contact.

You can
do anything wrong, okay?

Just keep him on the phone,
until the colleagues arrive.

And when he hangs up?
Then it is
cell phone unlocking is almost impossible.

It will all be over in a minute.

Hey, hey, Dave.

Yeah. Hey.

Where are you?

Um, I'm in the restaurant right now.

Yes, okay, but which one?

There on Wendelsweg. At Mecces.

I thought,
we were going to the Greek. What is it?

Shit.

(laughing) Are you stoned,
or what?

I didn't smoke pot.

Okay, but who comes to whom?
How are you now...

Police! Attention!
- Get down!

Do you have the cell phone? The cell phone?

(Do you have the cell phone? Yes?

Is it unlocked?
- Mhm.

Okay.

Well done.

Turn over.

* The oppressive sounds
fade away. *

* Birdsong *

(Mother) I mean, he was
super bored the whole time

scribbling on his pad,
that certainly didn't work.

Yes, this time you get
the job 100 percent.

What kind of job was that?

* The door slams shut. *
Oh gosh, Emi, that's too loud.

Sorry, yes.

Real.
Personnel department.

100 percent.
That's cool.

Yes, we'll see,
I think.

Emi. Emi, come.
* Phone ringing *

Like what?
- I don't feel like it.

Okay, one more, come on.

You are so disgusting.

(voicemail) "Yes,
Elisabeth Juhasz here.

I would like to speak to Gabo.
If he could call me..."

(Mother) Yes, hello?

What?

What does that mean, criminally
relevant? I don't understand.

Gabo, come here, come here.

Yes, half past three?

Yes, we can do that.

Yes, he is there. Yes.

This is the police.

Hello?
"Gabo, hey.

I would ask you,

with your mother
to the police station."

Okay.
"We found your chats on
your chats on Luchner's cell phone.

So also the chats,
that are about Sam Makowski.

You know what this is about, right?"
Yes.

"You are not being accused,
but we have to check,

whether a criminal offense has been committed
or is being committed.

Do you understand?"

Okay.
"Good."

* Key beeps *

Man, mom,
you don't have to come.

I will not let you
to the police alone.

I wrote shit there.

The other students
write much worse things.

Ask Sebbo.
You're taking the piss
from top to bottom.

You don't even know what it says.

But then tell me, please.
Gabo, why don't you tell me?

What does it say?

Hmm?

Then Mrs.
Mrs. Juhasz will tell me now.

And then I won't protect you,
when they report you.

I can drive too, mom.
Hey, show me? What are you talking about?

(Mother) Come in!
- That's no good.

Get the hell
get in this car. - Mom.

Damn, what's wrong with you?
You stupid, stupid child!

Mom, man!
Are you completely stupid?

Sit in the car.
- (Mother) Yes, I'll do that too.

All good? Hm?
* The engine starts. *

All good? I'm...
* The engine roars. *

Mom. Hey. Mom! Mom!

Wow! Really wow!

Okay. Okay, screw it.

Gabo, fuck it, okay?

Hey, don't cry. It's all good.

It's not your fault.
Okay? We...

(sobbing) I'm pa...

What?
I am a pedophile.

* Gabo sobs. *

What?

I can't take any more, Emi.

I...

I can't take any more.

I can't take any more.

Oh fuck.

I can't take any more.

Come on.

* She sighs. *

What do you think?

Uh...

This is...

That is blatant.

And about me?

What do you think about me?

The...

The...

You remain my brother.

Okay.

Okay.

So clear.

You stay Bobo.
Yes.

Yes?

I love you.

Okay? I still love you.

Come here.

All good. All good.
All good. All good. All good.

It's all good. I know, I know.

* melancholy string music *

* The melancholy string music
becomes tragic. *

* The string music becomes monotonous. *

Gabo?

Shall we then?

* frightening sounds *

Have you also
talk to Sam's parents?

I wanted to
talk to you first.

Only if there is a suspicion,

we would also
initiate investigations.

In other words: only then would we also
question all other parties involved.

Okay.

Good.

The chat histories,
that we have here,

so ...

Period July to October ...

suggest that you had quite a lot of contact
had quite a lot of contact with Sam.

Yes?

In the chats
but also very explicitly

sexual acts
with the boy.

What, I didn't do anything?

Gabo.

You are not accused of anything.

Not yet.

Otherwise the matter would have been
already been in the hands of the public prosecutor.

What did I write?

The exact wording?
(weakly) Yes.

Good.
* She clears her throat. *

So on August 15
writes Capt'n, i.e. Mr. Luchner:

"Tell me."

Then "Moony15":

"Can't
can't really remember."

Now comes a monkey like this,
who covers his eyes.

"I was still gambling with Sebbo,

But then Sam came too.

Think about it all the time,
how we touched each other.

His leg on my leg.

Everything felt
felt so warm somehow.

I don't know if it's right
that we are so close.

But it's just the best feeling."

Now there are three purple hearts.

Would you like me to present it to you?
Would you rather read it yourself?

Nope.
Okay.

"September 5th."
* She clears her throat. *

Mr. Luchner writes:
"What are you thinking about?"

"Moony15:

"As we
lie together on his bed.

I stroke his chest,
that he gets goose bumps.

Then I take his nipple
in my mouth and bite, very lightly.

Then the other hand
between his legs ...

until it's hard."

And then further:

"Want to see him come for the first time
in his life,

how it squirts out.

Wants to be the one
who swallows his first sperm."

Now comes
a few splashes of water.

I just wrote
wrote something.

Some shit.

Just what boys write.

But nothing happened,
Mrs. Juhasz.

The two of them just...

They just wrestled,
and then...

Then Sam somehow
bumped into my hip.

That was all.

Did anything else happen after you
touched each other?
No.

That was all?
Yes, of course.

Have you ever made him any
made him any offers? Sent him pictures?

Pictures?
Intimate pictures, for example?

No.
Gabo?

Gabo.

It is very important that you
tell me the truth now.

We can check this
in case of doubt.

Mrs. Juhasz,
I didn't do anything.

Really.

They are just fantasies.

But everyone has
fantasies of some kind.

That doesn't mean
that I would do anything.

I mean, what am I supposed to
do to prove it?

I can only ...

Well, do nothing.

Yes.

Everything I can do ...

is to do nothing.

* He sighs. *

* Key rattling *

* A door falls into the lock. *

Mom?

* She sighs. *

Hello.

Hello.
(sleepily) Yes.

Can you say something?

What can I say?

Can you look at me, please?

Mom.
* She moans. *

What?

What is it?

Do you hate me?

What kind of question is that?

Do you think it would take me away?
would I hate you?

* He sniffs. *

* He sniffs. *

* She sighs. *

* Quiet pop music is playing. *

So, what did Sam say?

He doesn't know whether he posted the photo
posted the photo on Insta or not.

He just uploads any garbage.
No style, that boy.

That was
quite a shitty action.

Yes, I overreacted a bit.
overreacted.
A little?

That was really creepy
with that guy,

that you're chilling with Sam like that.

I am the better brother.

* Gabo laughs. *

I'm really sorry.
All this shit.

That's okay.

Well...

Read more ...

you know, talk.

(This is your day pass.

Thank you very much.
With pleasure.

Once to me.
- Hello.

Name, address and a
signature. - Arms apart.

The judge will instruct you
about your rights and obligations

and then a few things
about yourself:

Name, age,
which school you go to,

and of course the matter itself.

The defendant
during your testimony

sit with your back to you.

Unless you want to see it.

Nope, all good.

Do you have any questions?

Thank you.

You can take a seat, you
will be called. - Great, thank you.

Phew.

That will.

* Dissonant music swells. *

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