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ENTRANCE ONLY FOR STAFF!

CAN IT GET ANY WORSE?

PLACENTA DISFUNCTION...

Damn it!

Did Freja say which hotel is next?

It's not far.

Looks okay.

Where are the others?

What are you doing?

Get up, pack your stuff, hop to it! We've gotta go, we're moving!

Again?

If you ever came to our meetings...

Supplies here are running out, the kitchen's empty. We've gotta go.

- The others are outside. - So what.

It's not like anyone's waiting for us.

We're waiting! You think that's cool?

So there still are some.

This is the first in weeks.

Freja, Solveig is still upstairs,

but she's the last and all the other rooms are empty.

All neat and tidy?

Sure

I checked.

Excellent.

PLEASE INVOICE:

NEW CHANCE SLOBORN E.V.

What the hell?

It was only a matter of time.

Hello?! Cora, Freja, can you hear me?

CHANGES

There's a power cut.

Just now?

Yes, in the whole hotel.

I don't think so.

What do you mean?

He's saying there's no electricity on the whole island.

What?

Are you sure? Really?

Yup, probably.

We were lucky it took so long.

But that means the mainland must have given up on us!

- They don't know that anyone's here. - That's a good thing.

The hotels.... the walk-in fridges.

The supermarkets, too....

Things are going to spoil now.

Guys, phones off! All of them.

Who knows when we can recharge them.

They're just overpriced gameboys now, anyway.

The power is out!

No shit.

Okay, that makes no difference for now.

We carry on as before.

Where are Ella and the guys?

We thought they were upstairs?

They're not.

Let's get closer.

Yo dude, are you sure that's Magnus' brother?

No, everyone here lives in an old pharmacy.

Devid described the house just like this.

And the island is empty. Who else'll still be here?

Damn...

Guys, there's a plane!

Will you look at that!

- That stuff is just lying around! - Candy from a baby.

Let's nick one of those, too! Oh please, mommy?

Sure, why not... So, how do we distract him?

This is king-level living!

Quick, come on, quick!

Shit.

What are you doing, bro? Come on, now!

Lobo, move it!

Just look at that!

Let's go.

Come on, come on, go go go! Get a move on!

Get going!

Step on it!

Fuck!

Yeehaa!

Have you got everything?

- Morning, guys! - Good morning, Mr. Wagner. Coffee?

Yes!

...still Mr. Wagner, eh?

Evelin insists.

Well then...

I guess I'll have to chat with your sister.

Perhaps I can convince her to let you call me Nikolai. Or uncle Niki...

Where is she anyway?

She was up and out early.

Fair enough, no hurry...

And that you can live here. Evelin should allow that, too.

Come and sit down...

You get scared all alone in this house, right?

At night, yes... In the dark.

Hmm.

Your sister, she knows exactly what she's doing and I know she is pleased

that there's an adult near you.

So, why aren't you allowed into our house?

- Lukas, that's enough. - No, that's fine, I understand.

Well...

Your sister is now responsible for you,

for as long as your parents aren't here.

And perhaps she's not happy to have a stranger come into your home.

But you're not a stranger.

I am a stranger until she decides otherwise.

Hey, she's the boss!

Can't you ever just zip it?

What? That wasn't so bad...

You can take this later. It's dinner.

- Do it yourself. - I'm carrying the apple juice.

Whispers

Hey you fartfaces, open the door!

Hey Lukas, Peter, open the door!

We're not leaving him in there for long, right?

Are you nuts? Of course not!

He'd suffocate!

You bloody arseholes, open the damn door!

Oh dear. What if Alex gets really mad?

There will be payback, sure. We'll live with it.

What's up?

I think there's a power cut.

Hello?!

What the hell?

That was bound to happen.

Shit! Lukas, Peter, open this door!

ULTRASOUND DIAGNOSTICS IN PRENATAL DEVELOPMENT

Without power, this place will be even worse.

No DVD nights, no music, no phones.

That means no photos or videos.

There's more to it than that!

Electricity runs the water pumps,

heating systems, water sprinklers.

There's no telling what's going to stop working now

this'll turn into the third world.

Mikko! Lobo!

About time our Dane came up with a plan on how to carry on here.

After all, she's still our guardian, right?

Leave it, Freja knows what she's doing.

We're doing great, aren't we?

- I'd rather be back in jail! - I wonder who's still alive in there.

Lobo!

Get lost.

Get lost!

I never thought the apocalypse would be so idyllic.

This isn't the apocalypse,

it's just a breather.

The world needed one.

For sure!

Shall I tell you something?

I'm having the time of my life!

This is so dope!

I kinda wanna know what's up with my folks.

- My parents, my brothers and sisters. - Bro, the ones who put you in a home?

Well, I did fuck up a lot.

- Mucked things up. - We all have, so what?

It's no reason. They took the easy way out.

And now we're here and they're over there. Let them suffer a little bit.

- Wanna drag? - No dude, dope and coke don't mix!

They do for me. Make me another line?

- Go, go, go. - Fuck!

Hey! What are you doing?!

Stop it.

Stop it! We're not burglars or thieves.

Don't you get it?

This is all spoiling in here! Finished.

Time to rescue what we can...

Nobody's coming for us.

Get it? Nobody's coming!

You don't know that.

And if they come,

they won't find any Barbarians here.

Stop it!

Stop pretending that this will all be over.

As though it's just a little hiccough

and in the end everything will be back to normal...

This is no longer your Program.

The Program is fucked.

You're right.

It's true,

this is no longer the programme.

And you are free to go.

But believe me when I say: If you stay you are part of the group.

And as part of the group you play by my rules

and do as I say.

And I say: This is not us!

Not anymore.

I don't know what's going to happen to your verdicts when this is all over

and I can't say that everything will ever be the way it was.

So now you are here by your own free will.

What about Mikko, Solveig and Hatice?

They're still underage.

Right.

So, apart from Mikko, Solveig and Hatice...

does anyone want to set out on their own?

You're the boss, Freja.

Okay.

PARDON! WE WILL COMPENSATE EVERYTHING. CONTACT: PROJECT NEW CHANCE SLOBORN

Ella, Lobo!

Ever considered that those three just don't want to be found?

Yup, they hear us and are laughing their asses off.

Doesn't matter, we have to keep trying.

You said it yourselves, Mikko is a minor.

Eh, Cora said that.

So?

I am only saying...

It's that psycho again.

Hey, we're just looking for someone.

We mean no harm.

That's...

- That's a soldier. - Can he report us?

No. He's a deserter.

Don't shoot!

They're just kids.

We'll be on our way.

Come on kids, slowly, slowly.

Careful now, we're off!

Yippee!

This is the life, right?

Want one? Go on, come one, take it!

And?

Can you see him?

Give me the box!

Shouldn't we be getting back to the others?

Think you're missing out?

They're moving today. We might not find them again.

Mate, this is an island. You can find anyone!

Unfortunately...

UNDER MEDICAL SUPERVISION

Fuck!

Hey, hey! Help me!

Come quick!

Here, hey!

There!

What if that's our guys?

What was that?

Could be a thunderstorm?

What if Alex really suffocates?

Then we've killed him!

Come on, help me.

That's what Magnus died for?

For you?

So that you fuck up like this?

- Jan, that's not-- (Danish) -Shut it Freja!

(Danish) You have lost control over them.

You wanna be gangstas? You're tough, right?

Go fuck yourselves.

Hey you are all so big and dangerous, let me tell you...

The next time any one of you decides to fuck with my stuff

I'll take them out!

Perhaps then you'll understand that everything is different now.

All of it! No probation, mistakes will be punished without mercy.

And idiots...

Die.

A doctor might have helped him.

Jan is right.

Everything is different.

No more fooling around.

This could go on for a long time!

A very long time.

Mikko is dead guys!

Yes.

We'll bury him.

Hey!

Where've you been all day?

Evening, all.

What happened?

The power outage caused the guys a few problems,

but not to worry, I bandaged and disinfected.

And Peter's arm is sprained, I think. But other than that, all in order.

And? Did you thank Mr. Wagner?

Yes!

Thanks a lot!

Pleasure.

Right, gentlemen.

I'd better get going, art is a strict mistress.

- What? - I've got to work.

Erm, everything okay?

Alright, have a good one.

Thanks.

A notion of infinite emptiness...

...an unprecedented feeling.

We don't know if we're alone!

My whole life long,

I was connected to the rest of the world.

A constant flux of news, rumours, opinions, information.

If on the other side of the world a professor of literature

made a sexist remark,

we talked about it at cocktail parties in Berlin.

If a cyclist on the tour de France died,

if a Hollywood star outed themselves as gay,

or a best-selling novelist as homophobic, we knew about it.

The president released his immature brain farts on twitter at 3 am?

We knew about it.

Now I don't even know who is president!

Now, there is...

nothing.

And this nothing is huge, and heavy, and terrifying

It is as though someone had pruned part of my mind.

We had a new sensory organ and it has been amputated.

My link to world-consciousness,

my information highway ceased to exist four months ago

and my understanding of the world resembles that of Stone Age man,

whose knowledge of this planet amounted

only to what he saw with his own eyes.

And maybe these new times resemble the stone age

more than we care to admit.

Who can say how many of the 8 billion people are still alive?

In my ignorance I am tempted to google it.

And then I remember: Oh well...

Hey.

It all worked out okay!

When are mum and dad coming back?

I don't know, but

I do know that they love us a great deal

and that nothing on earth can stop them.

What if they fall ill and die?

That won't happen.

And do you know why?

Because dad is working really hard in his lab in Berlin,

trying to find a cure.

And once he has found it, he'll give it to mum first,

and then to everyone else,

and everything will be as it was before.

Hey!

We haven't written our letter to them this week. Shall we do that now? Yes?

"Dear mum and dad,

we've been alone for quite some time now, and..."

We miss you!

"We all miss you".

And then?

There's no more power.

But we do have power. From Nicolai.

We can write that, too.

"Today, there was an island-wide power outage, but Mr. Wagner

connected our house to an emergency generator."

He brought lots of petrol.

Yes.

"He brought us a good supply of petrol"

- Evelin? - Yes?

What about the water?

If there's no power, then the waterworks will stop, too?

Yes, could be.

Nope, we talked about this at school once.

Sløborn has a water tower that is always at least half full.

For just us that will last forever.

Great Alex.

Good to know.

You see?

We'll make it!

"The four of us are sticking together

and are optimistic.

Our house is in good shape,

and when you come back, you'll be proud of us.

Mr. Wagner--

Uncle Niki.

Fair enough, Uncle Niki.

"Uncle Niki is a great neighbour and a real help.

But we could still use a mum and dad here!

Although we are well, we really hope you come home as soon as possible.

Take care out there! We love you! Your kids.

Evelin, what do you do with all these letters?

Do you put them in the bin?

It's fine for the little ones, but you can't fool me.

Alex, I swear.

I am not trying to fool anyone.

It's quite likely that mum is well, and as for dad, I am certain.

So why doesn't he come and get us?

He will. Truly.

You can't know that.

True, but...

I believe it.

And anything else is not helpful.

- Good night. - Good night.

BLOOD LOSS

RISK TO THE LIFE OF THE MOTHER