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Friday

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

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

- No one gives a fuck now!

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

That's not how it works. Alex!

Alex, please!

Good morning. I was...

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

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

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

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

Everyone in my class gets to eat candy!

I'm paying for it myself, man!

Don't you want to get changed?

Have you had breakfast?

Why does Dad have to move away?

Accomplices

What's wrong with you?

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

What are you looking at with your weepy face?

You think I wanted this shit? Let the boy hear us.

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

I just had blood in my eye.

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

- Mom, I swear there was blood.

Fine. I'll report you sick.

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

games, okay?

I wasn't planning on it.

There you are. Good morning.

I brought you some tea. It

will detox your body, and the soup will strengthen you

for the big night tonight.

Listen...Listen.

I have to apologize. I think I adopted

the wrong tone yesterday.

"Stupid cunt"

Not very eloquent. - Not my finest moment.

And you wanted to steal from me.

Apology accepted.

I understand, the drugs.

Please drink.

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

That's absolutely out of question.

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

The Pavilion, look.

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

Im-possible.

You have to trust me.

I'll have you fixed by tonight.

Drink your tea.

If you want me fit,

I need something other than your tea.

No, Mr. Wagner.

No.

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

We won't do that.

Rest.

Leave the door open, please.

I have to go to the toilet.

Oh god.

Oh god.

I wonder what the people on that yacht died of.

Maybe this pigeon flu? "Dovebug".

Bullshit.

Are you looking for the cause of death?

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

So you can gossip about it in school?

I just thought, this virus...

There. Bangkok in panic.

You do think you'll get every disease

that's in the papers.

The wife had a heart attack and the husband killed himself.

Over and done.

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

- They stole five thousand dollars.

Phones and other valuables.

Do you know anything about it?

No, I...

No idea.

And what about the red wine stains on my shirt?

- Dad, I...

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

Stop! When will you learn?

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

That's how it's done.

Come on, come on.

Earth to Peter!

Earth to Peter!

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

Bye, kiddo.

Bye Mom! - Bye Daddy.

Have fun!

Evelin? - Yes.

Stay here for a moment.

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

I can drive you there, okay?

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

I always wanted to go back into research.

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

The project manager is an old college friend of mine.

Otherwise he wouldn't have asked me.

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

the last 12 year.

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

I might hate the reason for it one day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not that simple.

So you're gonna jeopardize your marriage

just because you can't leave this shitty island?

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

And I always thought you really loved each other.

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

dreams. About goals.

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

What do you want from me, huh?

You want me to applaud?

You are the eldest and can handle the truth.

- Well, thanks very much!

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

minutes. - Of course.

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

Yes, sure. Why?

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

Morning.

What do you want now?

So what? - It's obvious, right?

We have to turn this in to the authorities.

Anonymously, of course.

Forget it. They'll know it's

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

Hey! Are you insane?

Dude, I can't believe it.

Didn't you hear what the guy said?

Your mother is toxic.

Sorry...

Sorry, I forgot your mother died.

What if it's the pigeon flu?

The bleeding and all that shit.

That's how the Dovebug is described online.

You just read too much.

What if we got infected too? - Bullshit.

What?

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

And? - We can still report this without

you losing the money.

We have a deal, right?

You don't want to be called Miscarriage anymore?

Then shut the fuck up, okay?

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

they'll figure it out for themselves.

Okay?

Oh and one more thing.

Keep your distance to me from now on, okay?

Would be suspicious if we were seen together, right?

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

Before you disappear tomorrow?

I'm going to Berlin to look at apartments.

That's only possible on the weekend.

Are you coming to the funfair?

Dad...

I...

I am...

...sad, I know.

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

Take some of the responsibility off of your mother.

Sorry, Dad. That would be your job.

In both Asia and South America, infections and deaths caused

by the new Pigeon Influenza are rising ever more rapidly.

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

has issued a travel advisory for Asia and South America.

On to sports...

What do you think? Is that Haram?

Why would I know? I'm agnostic.

That means you're a lesbian, huh?

It's not that bad here.

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

uncomfortable then.

By then we'll have blown this place up.

What? You weren't planning

on spending the winter in this dump,

were you? - True.

Those two cocky shit-for-brains are gonna get a lesson to

remember. - Deffo.

Oh. Give it a chance, yo.

You know what, sweetie. I'll

give you this but crosswise. - Go fuck yourself.

Cora's right.

We should give it a chance.

If it's shit, we can still blow it up.

Look at that.

It can talk.

What do you think?

Tough crowd.

It'll be alright.

Scared?

Of the kids?

No. But I'm careful.

Good. - You?

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

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

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

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

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

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

What are you, a jailbird now, too?

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

You're such a pain in the ass! - You shut the fuck up.

This farm is our assignment.

We will rebuild this jewel.

Renovate, clean it up, make it livable.

For you and for all those who come after you.

And who want to take their NEW CHANCE.

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

Then earn it.

You're worth more?

Do you believe that? Do you all believe that?

Then earn it!

And how long is that gonna take, yo?

Until it's ready.

Freja is organizing work groups now.

There are room chores,

and clearing out,

kitchen, planting the vegetable patch.

And the renovation crew... all of you.

Not me!

Excuse me?

I know our rights.

You can keep us here, okay. And the

self-sufficiency thing, that's fine too.

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

That's forced labor.

Joint project work is an elementary part

of the NEW CHANCE project.

And you wrote the application yourself.

It's okay, Freja. If the gentleman

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

house chores. Anyone else?

Yes! I'm not building a fucking house.

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

You rebels are gonna plant the vegetable patch.

- The others come with me.

Quiet!

Oh boy! You whore!

Retard!

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

Sperm-alert, dude.

What do you want? What are you looking at?

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

- Dude, are you retarded?

None of your fucking business. - Come on, just fuck off.

Is he just skipping classes or is he really sick?

- No on cares!

Yes! I do. And you know exactly why!

Dude, I think Sperm's gone crazy.

Just piss off!

Freak.

Hello? - Yes?

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

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

Is he sick or something?

Yeah, a little, but nothing bad.

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

...yes.

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

Blood in the eye?

Yes.

Yes, that's really weird.

Bye. - Yes.

Unknown

Hello?

Hello!

Who's there?

The bodies on the sailboat are infected

with the deadly dovebug virus.

Who is this?

Hello? Hello...

He saw the cold turkey.

He saw the old cover.

Nikolai Wagner reads from his new novel

No...No!

Okay.

Hey, piss off!

What?

Any more questions?

Magnus is coming.

Well? Chilling?

Hey, the patch is coming along nicely.

Come with me.

What if I don't?

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

And?

Notice anything?

Nope.

Devid, please leave us alone.

Now what?

You want a blowjob or what?

Dude, forget it.

Now we stay here until you notice something.

Indeed.

Same cell mutation.

I found these in both bodies.

I listed the cause of death as heart attack.

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

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

I assumed a germ infection.

They may have eaten some spoiled food.

Happens pretty easily in those countries.

Have the samples been sent to Health Services yet?

No, not yet.

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

Then no one will see them until Monday.

Get the samples ready. I'll drive

to the mainland myself. - Now?

Wolfgang van Sieven of Doctors without Borders explains

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

in one of its most aggressive forms, which kills

9 out of 10 infected. There

is no medication for it.

Hey, we can't push it like this.

It's getting too dangerous.

What's going on?

I'm pregnant.

I don't know how it could happen.

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

it was a one-night stand on vacation.

I just wanted you to know.

I'm sorry.

You stay here!

Erik.

You haven't changed at all.

Good to see you, man.

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

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

from old grannies?

No.

They're good kids.

Yeah, sure.

Kids! Come here! Help unload.

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

old Østergaard here.

Just as Helena decided to become a realty tycoon.

I haven't seen Helena since way back then.

Well, having fun?

She wants to continue building the fort.

- That old ruin?

You know her.

She's persistent.

Always two, two.

What's up with you?

You've always been a dick but also a pal.

What's wrong?

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

which one of them was the kid who killed the family?

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

Certain people are uncomfortable with the thought that

killers and felons live here between us.

No fences.

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

You've had your share yourself.

We did some shit.

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

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

Best keep to yourselves.

Don't go into town.

We're done here.

If I see one of these scums with my Romy,

there'll be trouble. Understand?

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

The apocalypse ain't got shit on this!

Mrs. Ponz!

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

READS FROM HIS NEW NOVEL? ARE YOU INSANE?

Well, as agreed.

You stupid village idiot!

Nothing was agreed!

Is it a problem?

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

There's not even fucking half of it!

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

I don't read fucking parts, because they are shitty!

Do you hear me? SHITTY!

LET ME OUT!

I'll sue you, you provincial cunt!

That's enough!

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

Do I go to hell?

Let me tell you something.

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

the guest room of your totally insane psycho bitch!

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

Maybe a little cheering up will help.

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

Guess who.

Anyone but my ex-wife.

Albrecht Elsaesser.

Your writing idol.

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

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

I'll kill you.

YOU ARE A DEMON FROM THE SEVENTH CIRCLE OF HELL!

Hey, Yvi. What are you doing here?

Waiting for you?

And you?

What did you do at Gruber's?

What do you think? I talked to him about

the mess at home.

Is that easier with him than with me?

No, but...

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

So?

Where did you really sleep?

Now, come on. Who is it?

What do you mean?

You're kidding, right?

Just admit it. You have a boyfriend.

For a while, right?

You've been acting weird for a long time.

Yvi, I don't have a boyfriend.

Yeah sure. And where were you yesterday afternoon?

Not sick in bed, anyway.

Romy and I saw you on the ferry.

Fuck, Yvi. I'm sorry.

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

- You know what?

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

Shit, Yvi, please. I...

I get it.

Music.

Facing the Music.

It's always symbolic.

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

Because you like me.

Have you really read all my texts?

My term papers?

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

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

My first book was just a lucky strike,

I never stole that well.

Okay, there were also some great aphorisms of mine.

The main character wasn't bad either.

And then of course... Berlin.

Strikingly depicted.

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

Not myself while writing.

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

A charlatan maybe.

I'm sure of it.

You know what I mean?

In six weeks I have to turn in my finished book

and I am so busted.

In six weeks, it'll all be over.

Or maybe, with your help, already tonight.

Sold out.

Albrecht Elsaesser.

Welcome to my execution.

It'll be a public beheading.

Do you have a last wish?

Get me some cocaine, please.

Just a little...

and I'll perform in your pavilion.

I will even read the shit I am about to create.

Please.

Okay, I'll get you something.

Luis?

Yes? - Hey.

I came to see Luis.

And I... I was just leaving.

Luis?

Luis?

Luis!

Luis?

Herm, dude?

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to bring the homework over.

Homework?

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

I thought you were dead...

ill.

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

But I feel better already.

Really? - Yes.

Really.

And now do me a favor, okay?

Piss off.

Here you go. They're all I found.

Thank you.

None of them.

But that doesn't mean anything.

He probably hid them or stashed them away somewhere.

You can save yourself a lot of trouble

by telling me the truth.

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

No.

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

- No, I wasn't on any boat.

Birdbrain! - It wasn't me!

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

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

Is it about whether Fiete was on the sailboat?

- I told you, it's official business.

So get out of here.

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

Because when

Ole and Luis were on the boat,

Fiete beat me up in the dunes.

That's why I'm here. I

wanted to tell Fiete that I won't put up

with that anymore.

Numbskull!

Apologize immediately!

Sorry.

Maybe the perpetrator had sent the photo

to throw you off the track.

Yes, possible. Oh, uhm.

Well done there, boy.

That you had the balls to give Fiete a talking-to.

That's how it's done.

You're not a miscarriage after all.

Come on.

Now let's get wasted.

We should barbecue.

Good idea.

Devid, Anton. We're going to town.

To get some barbecue.

Have fun.

Come.

Not so bad, is it?

That's the good thing about having seen a lot of shit.

Sharpens the eye for beauty. - Whatever.

The world's already fucked anyway. It's getting more fucked every day.

Thanks to you adults. Icecaps are melting,

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

a fucking sunset?

What are you smiling at?

Well, because you remind me of someone.

Yeah, right: Of yourself when you were young.

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

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

Wrong.

That wasn't the reason.

Here.

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

Here, please.

Come on take it.

And now: Stab me.

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

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

Are you afraid? Do you know what you are?

A little cowardly faggot.

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

Come on! Stab me, man!

That's what I thought.

You can be reasonable.

Now that's sorted.

Yes?

Nikolai Wagner,

the author.

Well-known author. He's my guest.

I've met that scumbag already. And?

He needs coke.

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

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

Luis? Can you do me a favor?

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

I'll cancel the reading.

Will you tell him? Thanks.

Mr. Wagner?

Mr. Wagner, did you hear me?

Mr. Wagner!

Merit!

Mr. Elsaesser.

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

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

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

What's the matter?

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

On his last night?

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

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

Hey, idiots. Take that shit back.

Magnus?

How are you?

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

that's just silly.

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

- I'm sorry.

But I promised myself this.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm sorry to disappoint you today.

Excuse me. - Hey, spazz!

Ouch! - What kind of retarded jerk are you?

Don't step on my Jordans, you wimp!

Hey, are you okay, honey? Come on.

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

You shouldn't have done that.

Your own fault, asshole! - What?

Hey, hey! What are you doing!

As I just learned...

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

No. It's about your son,

Luis.

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

Calm down! Get your shit together! - Evelin!

You go now. - Come on.

Quiet now!