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In August 1992, anti-immigrant riots are
taking place in the East-German city of Rostock.

Target of the attacks is the Central
Reception Center for Asylum Seekers (ZAST).

The ZAST has been overcrowded
for several month now.

The asylum seekers
are setting up camps in the neighborhood.

Frustration towards the refugees
has grown and finally ignited.

A large number of police
and hundreds of mostly young rioters

have been battling on the streets until
the early morning for two nights in a row.

Rostock,
24th August 1992

Never defend yourself against a dog
head on, or it'll get you.

You've got to kick it in the ribs.
- Remember it yelping?

Fleabag.
- Too bad for the dog.

One of the pigs came up to me,
a huge guy, wearing a helmet and screaming.

I was like,
"Right, let's see how good your helmet is."

Sandro whacked his vizor.

It cracked and the guy collapsed.
I was like, "What the hell?"

Unbelievable.
- Then three more came,

waving their clubs, so we went for it!

Are you OK, Philip?

Yeah.

We shouldn't even be here.

Two years ago, I'd be going to work.

5 A.M. every morning.

Fuck off!

You psycho.
- Eat him up.

On nice days,
we walked all the way to the shipyard.

My dad, my brother and I.
We'd watch the ships pull in.

That was nice.

But now I'm here. Not bad either.

But what'll I do tomorrow?

And I'm thinking,
"All that to protect a few gypsies?"

They should give me free rein

rather than get a bloody nose.
Let me clear out the vermin.

You don't belong here.
- What? You going?

I'm tired.

Philip and his moaning:
"The past, the past..."

Fuck the past!

What's up, Philip, are you flaking out?

I promise you:
This time tomorrow,

Rostock will be foreigner-free.

Pigs.

Robbie, man.

Come back, man.

Let's just destroy everything.
- Robbie, stop it.

WE ARE YOUNG. WE ARE STRONG.

More than 100 asylum seekers arrive daily
at the state's Central Refugee Shelter.

Authorities in Rostock
have been warning... for weeks...

That's mine. You're not taking it anywhere.

It's just stuff.

Just buy it again.
- It's my stuff. Put it back in the closet.

Why are you being so difficult?

Motherfuckers!

What's wrong?

Tung and his family just moved out
because it's "too dangerous".

How can we defend ourselves
if everyone leaves?

They didn't attack us.
They attacked the gypsies.

They sit around in front of the house,
they're unbearable.

I can see why they're hated.
- Then why throw stones at our house?

They mixed up the houses.

8:30 A.M.

Auntie, do you have rubber gloves?
- No. Åsk Linh.

The police used water guns and tear gas.
600 policemen fought the attackers...

Any rubber gloves here, Linh?

...and protected
the 200 Poles and Romanians who live there.

Here.

Hundreds of youths
throwing stones and firebombs.

Their hatred of foreigners has a new focus.

RIOT...
YOUTHS WANT ASYLUM SEEKERS...

Security forces were criticized
after riots this weekend.

The politicians in charge didn't react.

News leaked as early as last Wednesday

that the asylum seeker residence
in Rostock-Lichtenhagen would be attacked.

Stefan?

Remember me?

Miriam. Wildangel Secondary School.

We were in the same grade.
- Oh, right.

Did you change schools?

What are you doing here?

Waiting for a friend.

And you?
- Me, too.

Shut your mouth, you fascist pig.

Everybody calm down!

Are you left or right-wing?

Why do you ask?
- You should know.

Left or right-wing?

I don't get why everyone cares.

I'm normal.
- What do you mean, "normal"?

So you're a Nazi.
- What's your problem?

Can't I just be normal?

Are you going to college?

Me, too.

Hey, Bolle!

OK, officer,
you can let me go now. My lawyer is here.

Stasi out!

Stasi out!

What's wrong? Are you all deaf?

Sieg Heil!

Bunch of idiots.

Social Democratic leader Björn Engholm
was shocked and called on party members

to ensure some kind of
'hot Asylum Autumn' doesn't develop

from these terrible events.
With hate, anger and violence...

Fucking backbenchers.

Martin,
our party can't dodge this any longer.

We have to take a stance.

A decisive one.
None of that hypocritical shit.

We have to condemn what happened
and make it clear that it's a crime.

And call on the police
to take drastic measures.

Back me up here, Martin.
- Everyone's pressuring me, Peter.

Jürgen's pressuring you.
And I know you want my job.

But this is bigger than politics.
So this is my suggestion:

We make a statement
at Sunflower House,

speak with the residents
and meet the asylum seekers.

You think that's smart?

Smart?
Nothing's been smart here for a long time.

Let's wait and see what Jürgen says.

The weekend is over. After they evacuate,
everyone will forget all this fuss.

Just how naïve are you?

Are you sure?

Just do it.

Minh will shave your head
when he sees this.

Let him try.

He can't stop me.

It burns.

It's supposed to.

Why do you always defy your big brother?

He's just worried about you.

Why don't you come back with us?

What's there for me?

You really think we can do business there?
Open a motorbike workshop in Vietnam?

It can't be worse than here.

They won't be evacuated.

The chief of police said his boys
won't be motivated guarding an empty house.

The Interior Secretary said
we can't back down from violence,

or we'll lose credibility.
- There's none left to lose...

What's that mean for us?
- Huh? - What's that mean for us?

It's obvious. We sit back and watch
as the right-wingers hunt people down.

It means we won't do anything for now.

Why bust our asses
while those responsible just hide?

Because it's our goddamn duty!
- Wait.

May I make a suggestion?
- Yes.

I reread the jurisdictions.

The Procedure Act says
responsibility for the residence is shared.

So in exceptional situations,
we can evacuate the building ourselves.

Great!

The Interior Secretary will be pissed,
but we can say we're caring for our citizens.

Let's do it!
- No, gentlemen.

The Christian Democrats are waiting
for us to act as an admission of guilt.

Can't you see that?

They want this escalation.

It's been brewing for months.
They want to pressure our party.

And they've laid the trap in Rostock.
It's tactics.

Stick your neck out and you're done.

And the Vietnamese?
- There's been no trouble so far.

They live next door.
Think the mob sees the difference?

It's not about Sinti, Romani or Vietnamese,
it's about Germans' frustrations.

We'll do nothing!

Do what you like.

I won't be silenced.

I'm going to Sunflower House
to do my job. And Martin,

I think you should, too.

Helga and I are having a barbecue tonight.
Just close friends.

We'd love for you to come.

Important people from the local party
want to meet you.

Jürgen, if Peter's right,
we can't keep avoiding this...

Listen. Forget Peter.

After the party meeting in two months,
he won't be party whip anymore.

You will be.

He's your friend, OK.

But you have to decide
whether to go down with him or not.

What are you doing out here?

Got a cigarette?

Sure you're old enough?

You really don't know, do you?

Where were you last night?
You weren't here.

At a friend's.

What friend?

Cool lighter.

What friend?

You don't know him. Can I keep it?
- No, give it back.

What friend?

11 A.M.

Did you sleep well?

New hair style?

Yes.

It suits you.
- Thanks, brother.

What's it for?

Camouflage?

Think they won't recognize you now?

You're funny.

You're tearing our family apart.

How?

With my hair?

Because you won't come back to Vietnam.

I have to go to work.

Our block isn't hostile toward foreigners.
Rather, our protest is directed solely at...

Morning.
- Morning.

...these alleged Romanian asylum seekers.
We on the block have one word for them:

"Filthy pigs." They're shitting and pissing
all over our block. Sleeping on every corner.

Boss?

I need a job verification.
- You can't open the window...

Job verification?
- It stinks...

I need it for my residence permit.

You can't go to work
without tripping over Romanians...

If it'll help you.

We're afraid of being attacked,
and that's not right.

This situation has to change.
- Such a disgrace.

Hear, hear!
- Don't you live there?

No.

I live in the Vietnamese residence.

Oh.

It's divided into nationalities?

The asylum seekers
are in the asylum seeker residence.

Romanians and gypsies. I live next door.

I like Asians. Good work ethic.

Mom, hurry up, we're late.

Mom!
- Yes, I'm coming.

Stay right here, Inka.

Sorry.

Did the boss say anything?

It was Sandro's turn...
- No, Inka!

Don't touch that! It's dangerous.
I told you that already.

Always late.
- It's not my fault the kindergarten's shut.

Stand here.

Hello.

Hi there.

Robbie.

More coffee?

Sure thing.

Did you go to school together?
- No, youth club.

But the club was shut down.
We're doing our own thing now.

What's your opinion of
the crap in Lichtenhagen? As a politician?

It's such a disgrace!
Can't you just get rid of the vermin?

It's not that easy. The asylum seekers
don't want to be there either.

The shelter is overcrowded.
- No, I mean the rioters.

Why not make it easy?
Round them up and lock them up.

My old man always says they have
too much time. If they can riot all night,

they're too lazy to work.
Know the saying, "Work makes you free"?

My old man always says that.

Work frees you
from thinking about messing around all day.

Isn't that right, Bolle?

I wouldn't use those words.

Know who's worse than these anarchists?
- Who? - The onlookers.

They watch, clap and cheer.

Then you see them the next day
in the street, tram or bakery,

and they act like you're embarrassing them.
- The phone... - Wait.

Robbie, I see it differently.

The people of Rostock aren't xenophobic.

A few people are unhappy.
I'd feel the same if I lived there.

Then why not act?

You can't lump them all together,

even if there are a few bad ones
who chant and throw stones - Dad!

What's your formula?

Excuse me?

How often do you have to say the weather
is nice before the sun shines out your ass?

Aren't you going to answer?

Hello, Boll speaking.
- Are you nuts?

What? Your dad's funny.
- What are you doing here?

Oh, I nearly forgot.

We're not responsible...

Philip is dead.

He jumped out his window.

The asylum seeker shelter
is a state institution.

The Ministry of the Interior
is responsible.

Stefan?

No, not you.

My son.

Listen, you can ask questions
at the press conference at 1 P.M.

Goodbye.

Crap, crap...

Crap, crap, crap...

Cool.

"Dear Dad,

If you're reading this,
then you weren't able to stop me.

Please don't blame yourself.

No one hurt me and no one can save me.

Anger has filled the void.

Every day, I lose a day, a week, a month...
My memories are dissolving.

Faces and stories start to blur.
I don't remember anymore today

what I ate...

what I ate yesterday...

where I was,

and who I spoke to.

At first, I felt sorrow

that neither I nor my friends have jobs,

and that the world is now spinning
the other way around.

But my sorrow turned to anger,
because I can barely remember

how it was ever any different.

How can you keep on going
if you no longer have a past?

I look around and I can tell
that many of us feel the same.

Sorrow fades,

but anger stays.

It silently spun out of control,

and now its roar is all that can be heard.

I don't want to feel this anger.

I love you so much,

your Philip.

Bolle.

Here.

What should I do with it?
- Put it on.

Looks cool. Like Rocky.

It's a memento, it's OK.

Throw it away if you don't want it.

Chink!

You can't say that, Inka.

It's OK. You don't mean it like that, do you?
- Nope.

I can't keep doing your work alone.

Sorry.

We're all exhausted.

I can't open the window at night
with all the tear gas and the noise.

But who am I telling.
- And your boyfriend's involved.

Why are you with Sandro anyway?

He's a good guy. He's good to Inka.
- And he's a Nazi.

You don't even know him.

Someone has to clean up the pigsty
in front of our building, don't they?

At least
the guys are doing something, Lien.

Where are you sleeping tonight?

At home. Why?
- At Sunflower House?

That's not a good idea. At least not today.

Can't you go anywhere else?

I like it there.

It'll be peaceful again
when the gypsies are gone.

Chink!
- Come here.

Chink!
- Where are you?

Come here.

Nearly got you. Come on. Where are you?

Nearly have you. Come here.

Careful, Inka!
- Chink! - Lien.

Chink!
- Inka, Lien, stop it!

Who are you calling chink...

Shit.

Not only do you bring her to work,
you play with her too.

Despite knowing
there are chemicals everywhere.

This place is no kindergarten.
- It was an accident.

And who'll reimburse me?

Fine.

Pack your things. You're both fired.
- You can't do that.

But the kid kept calling her "Chink".
- Excuse me?

She said "Chink".
- It was just a game.

They were having fun.

Tell me, is that true?

Lien?

Did the kid say "Chink"?

Yes or no?
- Yes.

What the hell, Lien. You played along.

It was just a game, people. Just a game.

The game stops here.

You, pack your things. And you, Ms. Lien...

clean this mess up.

Unbelievable.
- Excuse me?

Nothing.
- Show's over, back to work!

Hi.
- Hi.

How's it going?

How it's going?

Shitty.

There's a civil war in Lichtenhagen.

All hell's broken loose
and no one knows anything.

What game are you guys playing up there?

You know,

sometimes you have to defend decisions
you wouldn't normally make.

Martin, my people are exhausted.
Wives are calling up and shouting at me.

What should I tell them?

The situation is new to me too.
Give me some time.

I didn't sleep last night either.

Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?

You are sending my people into the fire naked.

Ready?

Yes.

And before you hear it from someone else:

The police chief told me
your boy was at the station this morning.

Stefan. Why?

Why do you think?

Good day, ladies and gentlemen.

Rostock is not hostile to foreigners.

We, the city, in coordination
with the Ministry of the Interior

have overruled the early evacuation

of the Central Refugee Shelter (ZAST)
in Lichtenhagen in Rostock.

Politics can not and will not
back down to violence.

That said, we'd like to express our
deep concern about recent events.

The anger felt by many citizens
is completely understandable

in light of the unacceptable circumstances.

However, the riots against the asylum seekers
lack any legal,

or moral foundation,

and will not be tolerated

any longer.

Hello, Mrs. Goldhahn.
- Hi.

Hi, Mrs. Goldhahn.
- Hi, boys.

This place is empty.
- You're telling me.

No one has money.
My customers are all old ladies.

Things used to be better.
- My ass they were.

All that glittered wasn't gold.

I always say:

"Don't let your good mood be spoiled."

Too right, Mrs. Goldhahn.

Is Lars here?
- In the back.

My son's friends. They always hang out.

You want to get by, don't you?

Go on through.

Boys.

You're really good boys.

I have to give you a hug.

Caught you!

Heil Hitler, guys.

Heil yourself, jerkoff.

His whole face was totally squashed, man.

His whole fucking skull
was all over the street.

You could see
the mathematics in his brain, dude.

Fuck, man. It was like a big soup.

Brains and blood. All over the street.

Fuck, I'm telling you. His guts everywhere.

It sucks I wasn't there.

I wish I'd been there.
I've never seen anyone croak.

You still might.

For years, there has been conflict
between the Israelis and Arabs.

It centers around two problems:

On the one hand, the territories
occupied by Israel, and on the other...

Don't you have any porn?

Robbie?
- Goldhahn?

No smoking, please.

Please...

Put it out.

Won't little Goldhahn smoke?
- No.

Take a drag. Come on.

Come here.
- Quit it, man.

Don't you like it?
- Quit it, Robbie.

We're just playing.
Shall we play another game?

How about "kiddie fucking"?

Goldhahn?
- You're hurting me.

What kind of name is Goldhahn, anyway?

Sounds Jewish.

"I'm fucking a Jew!"
- Quit it, Robbie.

Look, guys. Look.

Shitty TV. You can't see a thing.

Is that Tabor?

Yeah, that's him.

But where are we?

There's Philip. Down there.

That's him.

His last appearance, man.

Cool.

Did he really jump from the ninth floor?

Eighth floor.

What are you staring at?

Fuck off.

The police have just announced
that the ZAST

will indeed be evacuated, despite
the city's earlier decision to the contrary.

A police spokesperson announced
that the home would be evacuated

and the asylum seekers
transferred to safe accommodation.

A press embargo has been imposed
on the locations. - Fuck.

Sleep well, little trumpeter

We were all so very close to you

Sleep well, you little trumpeter

You cheerful Red Guardsman's kin.

You cheerful Red Guardsman's kin.

Cool.

Know what I think?

It wasn't suicide at all.
- Shut up, Goldhahn.

I'm not shitting you.
He fell from the twelfth story...

The jacket suits you.

...onto that motorbike. It was a mess.

I think you look like...
- Like Rocky, I know.

There was nothing left of him.

No, I wanted to say you look like Philip.
- There was blood everywhere...

Have you ever seen someone croak?
Dude, it was so cool. You can't imagine.

All the...

Hey.
- Bolle.

Remember looking
into the physics of his brain?

It was so gross.
They didn't even find his teeth.

Don't you want to score with Ramona,
Goldhahn? - What?

Do it. She likes you. Right, Stefan?

Buzz off.

Beat it!

Everything OK?

Dunno.

You two were close, right?

Don't you like me much?

Why?
- I don't know. You don't talk to me.

You need to ask permission first?

Not at all.

The others are into me.

Are you crazy? Get your hands off me!

What?
- You're so fucked up.

Let's go, Tabor.

Not you.

Did you just decide that?

I don't hang out with virgins.

Bitch.

Man!

Goldhahn is a little freak.

Goldhahn is a little freak.
- But you told me to do it.

Goldhahn is a little freak.

3:45 P.M.

Once the Romani are gone,
they'll go after the Vietnamese.

It must be obvious to you
that they are in danger.

Got to go, got to leave this town,
leave this town...

What do we do now that they're leaving?

Look.

There are still some left.

As the Social Democratic faction in Rostock,

we support the evacuation
of the residence here in Lichtenhagen.

These riots blatantly highlight
the government's failure.

We don't want to play politics
at the cost of the people.

Foreigners should never
be afraid in Germany again.

We have decency. We have laws.

Think, people. Think!

Shame on you!

They're people!

Here.

Your job verification.

Thanks.

Boss, I...

Yes?

Do you want to say something?

Then have a nice day.

Some Interior Ministry head of department
probably thought, "Oh, the poor people".

His superiors were on vacation,
so he authorized the evacuation.

It's not our problem anymore.

What am I supposed to tell the press?
They'll laugh at me.

Don't say anything.

What about the Vietnamese?
- What about them?

Peter's right, they're in danger.

Peter's in danger of himself.

It has nothing to do with us.

The police are taking care of it.

But we're responsible for the Vietnamese.

Do what you think is right.

Evacuate the Vietnamese
like that head of department.

But he may be unemployed tomorrow.

Where are you going?

Home.

I'm on vacation, in case you forgot.
You should go home and rest too.

I'll see you later at the barbecue, OK?

Breathe in and out.

You know you shouldn't smoke.

Feeling better?

Yeah.
- Lean your head back. Get some air.

Deep breaths, come on.

Just calm down.

Sit here for a while, OK?
- Hey, brother.

Aren't you glad to see me?
- Super glad.

Lean your head back.

Better?
- What a sorry bunch.

That's a comrade's jacket.

A patriot.

A martyr.

He's no martyr. It was suicide.
- It wasn't suicide.

If this nation looked after its compatriots,

instead of those filthy foreigners,

Philip would still be alive.

The racial revolution begins today.

The death of our comrade was a sign.

Understand?

Sure.

Right, enough sniveling.

Get in.

4:45 P.M.

We're still human beings.
Hans is a very good friend to us Vietnamese.

But he's German.
- It's been three days now.

Don't tell me the police can't help us.
- They don't care.

They'd be happy if the Nazis killed us.

Why kill us?
We're people, just like they are.

What are you doing?
- For God's sake.

Why are you sitting alone in the dark?

A politician was here before.

He told us to cover the windows
so they think no one's here.

Great idea!

Just turn on the TV
if you want to know what's going on.

I'm scared.

I don't know what to do
to protect you and Thao and our unborn child.

I'm totally exhausted.

Brother.

What's that you have?

My permanent residency.

Congratulations.

Are you German now?

Have you even looked out the window?

Right of residence,

job verification, residence permit...

You think they care?

All they're saying is:
"Get out of here, Chink."

This here

is my rental contract,

my job verification
and my right to residency.

Three things you don't have.

I don't care about them.

I'm staying here!

The problem is that your reunited Germany

doesn't have any natural defenses
against this riffraff.

Was Stefan here today or not?
- It would've never happened in the past.

We would've rounded up and locked up
these plebs before they even had the idea

to pick up a single stone.
- There never used to be Nazis here either.

But these gypsies are just as bad.

Mom, it's Sinti and Romani.

Which means you'll hide away and ride it out.

The dumbest thing you could do now
is to go out there.

Show your head,

and they'll cut it off.

Believe me, in three weeks
everyone will forget what happened here.

It'll be about
schools, streets and Stasi again.

Can you answer my question already?

If you want my opinion,

the boy needs a mother.

It can't be hard to find a wife
in your position.

That's not the point.

Stefan hasn't been here for months.

Another building will burn
next year at the latest.

Leipzig, Munich, Bonn...
It'll be their problem.

You're leaving?

I feel sick.
- Back to your question.

I've thought about your son
a lot over the past few days.

Why?

You know,

my father

fought against the democrats
because he was a fascist.

And I fought against my father,

because I'm a communist.

Then you fought against me,

because you wanted to be a democrat.

And now I wonder what Stefan's doing.

It used to be so wonderful

The Führer used to be here

It used to be the German Reich

We all used to be equal

Germany, a nation is dying out

Germany, a nation is dying out

Take up your weapons

Put the traitors against the wall

Free our father...

Germany, a nation is dying out

Put the music back on.
- I can't hear you.

Are you deaf or what?
- I can't hear you.

Are you crazy, man?

Here we go.

Sandro, stop it! Please!
- Let him manage that.

Germany, a nation is dying out

Move.

Goddammit.

Do you know who did this?

Wait a minute.

This is Martin and Stefan Boll.
Leave a message.

Stefan, pick up if you're home.

I want to talk to you.

I want you to stay home tonight.
Do you understand?

Right now I'm...

I'll be home soon, OK?

Wait for me.

Shit.

Sleep, little child, sleep

Your mother is an ass

Your father whores around.

Gets fucked in his dumb asshole

Sleep, little child, sleep

Do you know him?

Who?
- The one with the hat.

Artist.

Come closer.

Or are you scared?

Have you been with many guys?

How many is "many"?

I don't know. Five?

Were you ever with Philip?

Are you going to kiss me now or what?

Martin, it's Peter.

I'm in Lichtenhagen.
They're evacuating after all. Did you hear?

I'm standing outside the shelter.
- Stefan?

OK?

See you soon.
- Stefan?

Martin, it's Peter. Are you there?

I'm really pissed off you left me here alone.
Really pissed.

Martin?

You won't believe what happened
when the asylum seekers came out.

We really are odd creatures.

If things go well,
they're the "merry gypsies".

If things go badly,
they're suddenly the "filthy foreigners".

Food always comes first...

Stefan, pick up if you're home.

I want to talk to you.

I want you to stay home tonight.

Do you understand?

Right now I'm...

I'll be home soon, OK?

Wait for me.

Shit.

Did you want to swim to West Germany
or something?

Something wrong?

She kills me.

I could imagine everything with her:
marriage, kids, the whole lot.

But the cunt is fucked up in her head.

I don't know what her problem is,
but she has no feelings.

I can break a guy's nose.

But she breaks everything.

On the inside.

6 P.M.

Hey, Chink.

Ching, chang, chong.

Come on, man.

Sorry.

Katrin?

Hello, Inka.
- Chink!

Is your mom home?

Katrin?

Who is it, Inka?

What are you doing here?

This is for you. Can we talk?

Thanks, but not now.

I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me.
- I'm not, but my boyfriend's coming.

I'll talk to boss tomorrow. I promise.
- Yes.

Another time, OK? I have to...

Man, go now. Please go!

First you steal her job
and then come to watch?

Sandro, stop it.

Mommy!

Katrin, I'm sorry.

What's going on? Should I call the police?

No, don't call the police. Everything's fine.

Go inside!
- I'll get you. I'll tear you apart.

See what you've done?

Why'd you do this? It won't go away.

And it's the wrong way around.

Which of you idiots was it?

The Führer, you dork.

Hey.

Germany, a nation is dying out

Bolle, that's your cue.

Germany, a nation is dying out

Take up your weapons

Put the traitors against the wall

We'll defend our fatherland

It used to be so wonderful

The Führer used to be here

Onward, brothers and sisters,

And the last fight let us face

The Internationale

Unites the human race

Onward, brothers and sisters,

And the last fight let us face

The Internationale

Unites the human race

Were you with your new friends?

What are you doing?

They'll attack again tonight.
- Do you want to protect us with that knife?

I won't let them lynch us.

Do you think I just want to sit here?

We should pack everything. Just in case...

In case of what?

In case of what!?

In case we have to flee.

Flee?

I thought you liked it here.

Thao's right. We should pack.

I'm not going anywhere.
All our things are here.

We're flying back in two weeks.
I'm not going to leave it all here. No way!

I'm going to pack.

Martin, are you there?

Pick up if you are.

I just saw Peter on TV.

I hope you weren't stupid enough
to go to Sunflower House too.

Martin?
- Yes, sorry. I fell asleep.

I was so exhausted.
I'll wait for my son and then we'll come over.

OK? See you soon. See you.

This is Martin and Stefan Boll.
Leave a message.

Sit down. Sit.

This is a really bad idea.

Goldhahn, relax.

It'll look awesome.

The girls will love it.
- Why don't you do it then?

Because I already have a girlfriend.

I'm going to start. Really slowly.

Just say when and I'll stop.

7:30 P.M.

Guys, not so many, please.
If my mommy sees...

"My mommy..." Fuck it.
She can't drink them all.

She sells them to the Sunflower House rioters.

Your old lady's smart.

Stop. That's enough.

One more.

Hey, guys!

What the fuck?

What's going on here?
- Hi.

Lars?

Where's your lovely hair?

Come here, turn around.

No, Mom.
- What's that? What's that?

I can't believe it. It can't be true.
- Stop it.

Mom, man.

Fuck off!

You just hit her in the face.

Right in the mug.

Bam! Right in her mug.
Did you see her face? Your mother, man!

Leave me alone. I didn't do anything.
- Leave him alone.

Fucking pigs.

No violence! No violence!

FOREIGNERS ARE
THE SCAPEGOATS OF THE EAST

NO VIOLENCE

Raise your hand.

Hey, Sandro.

What's up, boss?

What do you say?
- Hello. - Good.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm here in Rostock-Lichtenhagen.

Behind me is Sunflower House...

Watch out.

Don't be a pussy.

TV.
- Awesome.

Lichtenhagen, what's up?
Who's here? Everyone's here!

Rostock-Lichtenhagen will burn tonight.

How do you not get angry at these people?

Do we have a picture, Yoshi?

Which channel?
- Porno TV?

Let's start...

Should I do a Hitler salute? It'll cost you.
- I can tell a joke.

A blonde says to the doctor,
"Doc, I swallowed a penis."

He says, "Impossible."
She says, "I really did. Look."

OK, very funny.

Why are you here?

Why do you think?
For the action. So those cunts leave.

I understand.

What's it like living here?
- Awesome. Can't you tell?

Do you have a dream?

Come on, dude.
- I have a dream.

But it's too weird. I won't say.

I don't need a dream.

I want an apartment, a girl, a job...

That's what we all want.

Don't you have a dream?

I have a dream.

Here we go.
- That things will change.

That we'll make progress.

I mean, what are we doing here?
This can't be our goal in life.

We're really not bad people.
We're not criminals.

We're patriots.

This wouldn't have happened
under the Führer, right, Goldhahn?

And you?

I want security, not a dream.

What do you mean?

In the past, we didn't have much,
but at least we were safe.

We got used to waiting an hour
for strawberries.

If they ran out, it didn't matter.

Now we all have strawberries
and we're totally free,

but totally free means totally alone.

Right?

And you?

I don't have a dream.

Really?
- I know what his dream is.

To fuck Jenny.
- Fuck yourself.

I know what your dream is.

Your dream is porn.
That's why you're talking to us.

You fondle your nipple, asking questions
while we do the Hitler salute.

And talk about our shitty lives.
You love it, don't you?

You go home with your tissue...

"That's hot, that's hot. I talked to Nazis.
Hot!

Yeah, say it again." Fuck you.

Yeah, man. Goldhahn!
- My name's actually Lars.

Hey, camera off, asshole!

Take Thao to the neighbors upstairs. Go!

Are you OK? Can you breathe?

You two need to leave. Go!

And what about you?

I'm staying here.
- Are you crazy?

It's just stuff.

You and Thao go.

8:30 P.M.

Is this for real?

Of course.

Check it out.

Check it out, man.
- Get off.

Get off me.

The situation is haunting.

We've repeatedly had to stop filming
to avoid stones and incendiary devices.

And now the wild hunt is back on
at the burning asylum-seeker residence.

Most of the asylum seekers have been removed.
There are barely any left now.

But the hate is boiling over. There are
fewer onlookers than in the past few days,

but the violence here

is inexplicable and explosive.

There are so many policemen here tonight.
It won't take much longer. It's nearly over.

We still don't know
how many are left in the building.

Is little Robbie lovesick?

I can see a tear. I'm so sorry.
It hurts. It hurts so goddamn bad.

Fill, fill, fill.

Stop shaking.

Get rid of the cigarette.

Give me that.

Robert!

Come on, Bolle.

Let's finish them off.

Pour it in.

Pour it!

What's up? Come on, Bolle.

Everything OK?

9:25 P.M.

Get lost, get lost...

What are they doing?
They're deserting us.

Mr. Panhans,
is there anyone left in the house?

What's happening, Lien?
- What's the situation?

We don't know how many are left either.

It's nothing, don't worry.
- That's the current situation.

The people on the street

are standing around and waiting.

The night and these violent events
are definitely not over yet.

And?

Are you in love now?

What's going on? Where are the police?

No idea.

I think we've won.

Want a beer?

It's free today. Enjoy.
- Step back. Take a step back.

Piss off!

Yeah, man.

Fucking cool.

Fuck the past, Bolle.

Let's just destroy everything.

Encore! Encore...!

The situation here is ghostly.
The police retreated about half an hour ago.

What's up, Goldhahn?
- I...

I'll wait here.

You wanted to see someone croak.
This is your chance.

Come on!

Chinks, we'll find you.

What about Minh?

Germany!

Goldhahn!

Kill the Chinks!

Bolle!

Where are you?

Where are the police?

They just left.

Kill them.

Fucking foreigners!

19 Mecklenburger Avenue.

I called the police half an hour ago.

Nothing's happening.
We need immediate...

Come on, we'll go up to the roof.

My family's downstairs.
- I'm sorry. But you have to come.

I screamed like a girl, right?

Robbie!

Hey, Robbie. This one's open.

Guys?

Wait up, please.

No one's here.

There must be some Chinks left.

They're coming.

Attention, please make room
for the fire trucks to get through.

It's sickening.

This isn't a protest anymore.

This is terror!

No violence.

We are the people.

No violence.

We are the people. No violence...

Guys, let's go.

That's enough.

Catch.

Robbie?

No violence, we are the people.

No violence, we are the people.
- Germany for the Germans.

No violence, we are the people.
- Germany for the Germans.

Germany for the Germans.
Foreigners, get out.

Germany for the Germans.
Foreigners, get out.

Germany for the Germans.
Foreigners, get out.

Come on, sister.

Yes?
- We've fled from the Nazis.

Can we please come in?
- I know.

Just until the police arrive...
- Sorry, I'd like to,

but I have two kids.

I can't.
- But the police will be here soon.

Do you know what that means for me?
- The kids are scared.

Please.
- I'm scared, too. I can't, I'm sorry.

I can't.
- Please.

There are kids and pregnant women.
- No, I can't. - I beg you!

The riots at the asylum-seeker residence
in Rostock escalated further tonight.

Several people were injured
in the clash between rioters and the police.

There are apparently
no asylum seekers left in the building.

Come in.

We're going live to our correspondent,
Lutz Panhans, for an update.

The conflict continues here,
and it's unlikely to ease up for some hours.

The police have returned
and are showing their presence.

They're forcing the young rioters
into the side streets.

The fire in the residence
has now been put out.

In the end, there were still
150 asylum seekers in the building.

There were no reports
they have been in the house.

Rostock,
25th August 1992