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NETFLIX PRESENTS

Aren't you beautiful?

I haven't seen you around here in a while.

Go and give your grandfather your condolences.

Why me?

4 MONTHS LATER

How much longer will this go on?

Between you and your father.

One of you will have to be the bigger man.

For Jonas's sake too.

What's he doing?

Is he crazy?

Go ahead.

We tricked the old folks.

It's all bubbly with a little OJ to hide it.

No one will know.

He's moving to Bavaria.

It'll be okay.

There's no sin in the mountains.

So?

Here.

Your cousin's very special recipe.

You're moving to Bavaria?

Yeah.

I can live with my aunt.

What is this mess?

Leave it.

Shit.

Shit.

What does he want?

I'm Friedrich Hansen, Jonas's grandfather.

Nina Cohrs.

It's a pleasure.

Jonas…

I know we've had

very little contact with each other.

I'd have given so much to talk to your father again, but…

Now may be the time

to remember that we're a family after all.

If you want to stay on the island,

I'll take care of you.

You're welcome to stay with me until you're 18.

Think about it.

1 YEAR LATER

So, how was it?

No more vacations with my mother and sister.

Why is that?

What do two adults do with an eight-year-old?

They have to adapt to her intellectual level.

For three weeks.

But your photos on Insta looked fun.

Who'd admit to having a boring vacation?

Let's sit over there.

Flo just doesn't get it.

Hey.

What are you doing in here?

Come with me.

As you surely know,

Mr. Meineke had an accident on vacation in Majorca.

I'm Helena Jung, and I'll be taking over his German class

until he gets back, at least.

As chance would have it, I'll be seeing you through your last year.

But the word "chance" actually has another meaning.

This job just fell into my lap.

Maybe that's precisely the meaning of life,

accepting what falls into your lap.

Go on. Go for a walk.

Celebrate life.

That's exactly how I'd like us to spend our first class together.

Maybe send some thoughts to Mr. Meineke

for a full and speed recovery.

All right, go on.

She's already annoying me.

-What happened to Mr. Meineke? -Something in Majorca.

Of course, but what?

Rockfall. He was hiking by the cliff at the sea.

Hopefully, he'll be back soon.

Hey, I wanted to ask if two or three of you had time this afternoon.

I'm moving in and need help setting up my wardrobe.

I can't do it by myself.

-In your bedroom? -Yes.

That's where wardrobes normally are.

Well, I'm in. And Jonas too.

Yeah.

I can help too.

Oh God.

Anyone else want some of my breakfast?

At least it's not smelly cheese.

How about 3:00 p.m.? Great.

I live at the end of Seestraße. There's just one house.

There will be beer.

You've never had a beer or what?

Haven't you been home?

No, I didn't make it.

Were you stalking me on Insta?

I follow you. So what?

But you didn't like anything.

-That's too much to ask. -Asshole.

Out of the way, you slowpokes!

Well, great.

-Hello, Nina. Nice to see you here too. -Hello.

The guys are upstairs in the bedroom. They could use some help.

It doesn't look like they will manage.

Yeah, two left hands.

Can you cut flooring?

I don't know.

-We'll see how it turns out later. -Great. That's what I wanted to hear.

Now this has to go on the top part.

Well,

at least I think so.

If I knew what I was looking at.

-Why's it always sliding out? -You have to hold it tight, Ms. Jung.

You have to hold tight.

No, you have to hold tight!

No…

-One. One, two… -Two.

-Ready? -Yeah.

-One, two, three… -Two, three…

It won't work.

Can I help you?

I was looking for a piece of wood to cut the edges straight.

Let me take a look.

-This one, maybe. -Great.

There you are, Ms. Jung.

You can call me Helena as long as we're not at school.

-Helena-- -Don't!

Oh, man.

Is this right?

I don't know.

If you try to stabilize the bottom. Let's try again, okay?

-You think so? -But do it right this time.

There, done. Thank you very much, gentlemen.

I couldn't have done it without you. At least it wouldn't have taken so long.

We forgot the rear panel.

-So we have to take it all apart again? -Yes.

Oh God! Nina, what happened?

I think I cut myself.

Come here. Take a seat.

I'll take your shoe off.

It hurts.

That's my fault. I'm so sorry.

If it's bleeding like this, we should go the hospital.

Just to be safe.

Do you have a car?

Unfortunately, no. I'll call an ambulance.

My moped will get us there quicker.

Please, no ambulance.

Okay.

Too dumb to cut carpets.

You can cross that job off your list.

Now you need your diploma more than ever.

Let me know when you're home. I'll swing by with your bike.

-Ready? -Yeah.

See you tomorrow.

See you.

Okay…

-Can you manage? -Yeah.

Thanks.

-Good luck. -Bye.

That sucks.

I put your bike in the garage.

Thank you.

Get better soon.

-Good morning. -Morning.

It's so beautiful here.

Now I remember why I left dirty Berlin.

Is Nina better?

Yeah, she's fine. I think the shock was the worst part.

Thank God. I felt so guilty.

Are you two a couple?

-No. -Are you sure?

No idea. We'll see.

The sun is a lonesome fighter.

What do you mean?

Every night is like the very last night.

But you can't keep the sun down.

That's beautiful.

Very poetic.

I think so, at least.

Rilke.

Rainer Maria,

the short form of his name which most people know him as.

Except for all of you, of course. Let's keep it short.

I recommend you use the Internet. Look him up.

You'll find three of his most beautiful poems on this page.

Hand these out. In my opinion, at least.

I've just outed my taste in poems.

I'd like you all to write a poem for tomorrow.

And I want it to sound like Rilke.

Difficult task, I know. But it will help you grow.

I need professional help. This poem is killing me.

Wait, I'm on my way.

Let me grab that for you.

Okay. Hold on tight. Is this okay?

I feel like an old granny.

Then let's take a seat, granny.

And I'll get you a drink, okay?

Nice and slow.

Strength lies in peace.

Not so fast.

Time for a turn now.

Now your bag, ma'am.

Take a seat, please.

Water or juice?

How about a beer?

A beer. Sure, no problem.

It turned out so beautiful.

Read the end again, please.

"Listen quietly

Listen silently"

A lady visitor!

That's a real surprise.

We could all go eat.

Do you want to?

Why not?

You have to write like Rilke?

I was so happy I was almost sick, but Jonas saved me.

Really?

He can write?

Runs in the family.

Jonas told me his father wanted to be an author.

I think he told Mom when I was still small.

Is it true?

It's possible he said it once.

He probably saw me at my desk when he was a child.

Could you pass the butter?

Do you write too?

No.

I didn't want to live on the street at 20.

That's why I preferred correcting essays.

Can I read it?

The poem.

Definitely.

Only if you don't grade it.

No fear, darling. A retired teacher…

doesn't give out grades.

And?

What'd you think?

There's only one Rilke.

No offense, my boy.

You can't help it if your teacher is putting silly ideas in your head.

Could you pass the sausage?

Thank you.

"Listen quietly, listen silently

Armed for every adversity

Look to the sky, full of hope

The star takes its course

For the sun is a fighter

Though it falls, it rises once more"

Jonas?

Do you have a moment?

You wrote a very beautiful poem.

Thank you.

Mainly the one Nina read.

You liked that one better?

Well, a little.

Sorry, Ms. Jung.

Helena.

But we're at school.

But no one's here.

I'm serious.

That was a beautiful poem. You are extremely talented.

Have you been writing for long?

I've always written.

Can I read any of it?

Have you shown it to anyone?

If you have anything to show, and you feel comfortable,

you'll always get my honest opinion.

Got it.

Jonas!

I'm here.

-You really know how to scare someone. -Hi.

Is this for me?

I'm afraid so.

Want to come in?

Make yourself at home. I'm going to take a shower.

The living room is there.

Okay.

Two minutes.

And?

I'm sorry.

No. Excuse me.

Sorry.

Everything okay?

You're my teacher.

We're both adults.

You're not accountable to anyone.

No need to say anything.

But I thought last night was nice.

Oh man, Nina. You're so dumb.

I can't believe Jonas and Jung have a thing.

Or am I going crazy?

No.

I'm not crazy.

And I thought he was into you.

What I've read so far has been good. You're all becoming little Rilkes.

Some even better.

Please continue at home.

I'll be right out.

-Tell Jonas I'll be out shortly. -Okay.

Ms. Jung.

Can I speak to you?

Yes, of course.

I have such a guilty conscience

because of the grade you gave me for my Rilke poem.

-I've never had a perfect score in German. -But you earned it.

Unfortunately, no.

Jonas earned it.

What do you mean?

I couldn't handle the assignment.

I have the writing talent of a squashed apricot.

Interesting image. You really don't lack talent.

Very funny.

In any case, Jonas helped me.

A little labor of love.

We turn a blind eye to issues of love.

How long have you been together? I wasn't aware.

I've known him for ages.

If you promise me you'll at least try to write,

I'll leave your grade as it is.

As a reward for action yet to be completed.

I'm keeping an eye on you.

I'll call you later.

Bye.

What were you two talking about?

I had a guilty conscience.

I told her I didn't write the poem myself.

She talked to me about that too.

Why did she do that?

Because she's pretty smart.

Are you sure you want to sell the house?

I don't know.

But I mean,

it's all just collecting dust.

You can at least take a little more time.

-What does your grandpa have to say? -Oh, him…

-It was rude of him the other day. -You could say that.

I'm slowly realizing why my father stopped talking to him.

He gives you the impression that you're not good enough.

If I didn't eat my vegetables,

Mom used to put me on here.

She would take turns feeding me and the horse.

Half of it ended up on the ground.

She'd scold the horse for not eating it all.

But at least she got a few vitamins in me.

I know you're scared.

Because you lost her.

You won't lose me.

Dear parents, dear student body, dear staff…

50 YEARS KLAUS MANN SCHOOL

…it's such an honor to welcome my predecessor to our small stage.

Our keynote speaker and longtime principal

of the Klaus Mann School, Dr. Friedrich Hansen.

Dear Mr. Hansen, it's not an exaggeration to say

that there'd be no anniversary to celebrate without you.

Shit, I thought it'd be over.

That's greatly exaggerated.

In the Ministry of Education in Kiel, they still know your name.

Is that so?

Oh yeah.

When the governance of Kiel wanted to close our school in the '80s

because they…

Look.

…our beautiful, little island had reached its all-time population low,

and the government changed.

This is our chance.

Because the new education minister was an old college buddy of mine.

And college buddies know one or two secrets

that aren't meant for the public.

Mrs. Lindemann,

I admit that sometimes you have to adapt the means to the circumstances.

For the greater good.

Grandpa? Hey.

I'm okay now.

Grab me a chair.

No reason to worry.

And?

Now he wants red wine.

Is there anything I can do?

No, it's okay.

He's lying in bed and says the wine will help him sleep.

Sure you want to take the whole bottle?

Does he know Jung?

Your grandpa. Does he know her?

Why should he?

Because they looked at each other so strangely.

Don't look at me like I'm insane. That's how it was.

Okay.

I'll be back. I'll bring him his alcohol.

-Everyone's gone mad. -I heard that.

It's not as bad as it seems.

Do you really think wine is what you need now?

I don't think it. I know it. There's a subtle difference.

Is Nina here too?

This is unpleasant for me.

Just tell her I didn't have enough water today.

Don't worry.

Okay, maybe you think I'm crazy, but I saw it with my own eyes.

-What did you see? -How Jung was at school.

Your grandfather stared at her like a ghost, then he fainted.

Okay, you're crazy.

That's not everything. She looked at him the same way.

Almost as if she wanted to provoke him.

And her hair was cut short.

-You didn't see her at all, right? -No.

Do you believe me?

Forget it. Good night.

Nina.

Nina, wait. Explain it to me again, okay?

Watch out.

I don't want to fight with you.

Jonas?

Jonas!

Shit.

Step it up a notch!

-Why don't you go run? -What's wrong?

You've been like this all morning.

I saw the bitch leaving his house this morning.

Jung?

-Are you kidding me? -No, she left his house.

What a dumb asshole.

He kisses me then fucks this dumb bitch. I don't get it.

-Maybe she was there with his grandpa. -Yeah.

He looked at her so funny.

You saw it too? Then I didn't imagine it.

The craziest part is my father saw Jung too.

This morning at breakfast, he said.

A teacher that looked exactly like her.

Short or long hair?

Like she looked yesterday. Probably short hair.

Nina! Jule! What are you doing?

-Keep running, not talking. -Leave me alone.

Mrs. Klausen, have a heart, please.

Feeling better?

Yes, I feel better.

But I'd rather you didn't go to school today.

Should we call a doctor instead?

It's all right.

But then I could go to school.

Is it because of my teacher?

Nina saw how you stared at her.

Then you fainted.

Nina sees ghosts.

Do you know Ms. Jung?

"Ms. Jung"? Is that her name?

This was at the door this morning, but I didn't see Nina.

So you don't know Ms. Jung?

No, where would I know her from?

I have to go to school. Call if there's an issue.

The old yearbooks aren't online,

but you can borrow them in the library.

Otherwise, you'd have to go to the city archive.

Thank you.

What did she want? Maybe I can help.

She's looking for old yearbooks for a project on our school's history.

Never mind. Not my department.

WELCOME - STAFF 1986

If you're looking for Nina, she's in the library.

-Why should I be looking for her? -You tell me.

Sometimes I get the feeling you're crazy.

Have a nice day.

KLAUS MANN SCHOOL YEARBOOK 1985

So dumb. I would have stayed home.

A and T and G and C.

STAFF 1985

MARIA ROTH GERMAN

You and Mr. Meineke were in Majorca at the same time.

What do you want with Jonas?

Why did you come to our island?

Do you understand it now?

Do you want an honest answer?

I'll explain it again.

So, adenine and thymine go together.

Jonas!

Hello.

Wait a second.

I'm actually heading to the library.

You have to promise me. If your grandfather needs anything,

please let me know.

Will do. Thanks.

-What are you up to now? -Not biology.

-We'll do it tomorrow. -Yippee.

Nina?

Nina?

Jonas?

Where were you today?

My grandpa wasn't doing so well.

I heard that. What actually happened?

Do you know if Nina's here?

No, I think she already left.

I was just in the library. No one's there.

Jonas.

Last night was a beautiful dream.

Yes? But where did the checkout card go?

Then you better get here fast.

-Hello, Ms. Jung. -Hello.

-Hello. -Hello.

Hello.

Ms. Jung.

-How can I help you? -Don't mind me.

I'm in a predicament. Could you help me out with some tape?

For my moving boxes.

-Are you already moving out? -No, still moving in. Awful.

How do you like our little island?

I don't ever want to leave.

If you want, I can show you our bar scene.

Well, with our one and only bar.

Tell me, do you also have some string?

Already looking good, right?

Yeah, over there.

We'll do it over there too.

The things you find. What does that say about you?

Could you bring me that damn bag?

These shitty tourists, can't they fuck somewhere else?

Do you know where Nina is?

Didn't you already ask that today?

-Maybe. Where is she? -Maybe she's avoiding you.

-Wasn't she in the library? -No, just Ms. Jung.

What is it?

Nothing.

-Then why the look? -Yeah, why?

Shut up.

Was her bike still there?

-When you left. -I have no idea.

Shit, I didn't think about it.

Hey, guys. It's Nina. You called outside my business hours.

I NEED TO SEE YOU. IT'S URGENT. JONAS.

WHERE?

Nina is gone.

Can I come in?

Yeah, of course.

What do you mean "gone"?

Her phone's off. No one knows where she is.

I saw her in the library this afternoon.

Did she say anything to you?

Nina is jealous.

Unfortunately, she saw me leaving your house today.

Shit.

She's probably riding her bike around the area.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to get you into a weird situation.

-But you did. -I just wanted you.

So you sneak into other people's homes at night?

-Who does that? -Wait.

It didn't seem to bother you.

Do you have wine glasses?

Over the sink, on the left.

Is this your parents' house?

Yeah, they lived here.

-Well, up until a year ago. -Until the accident.

Terrible. I heard about it.

Maybe we should end this.

I don't know what's wrong and what's right anymore.

I know what's right.

You have to write.

Tell that to my grandpa.

He convinced my father that writers end up on the street.

If I'm no Schiller, Goethe, or fucking Kafka,

then I shouldn't even bother.

You won't end up on the street.

You don't have to answer to anyone about what you do with your life.

I'm walking out the door now.

We'll just remain friends.

Nina will be reassured.

You'll have three kids.

You'll write your novels.

You'll fulfill your dream.

Wait…

Short hair looks good on you.

Where were you?

I met with someone.

Nina?

Or the teacher?

At least she believes in my writing and doesn't think it's worthless.

You may have succeeded with Dad, but you won't stop me.

Jonas!

Get up!

They found Nina's body on the beach.

Nina!

Oh God! No!

Nina!

Has you grandfather had seizures before?

Or is there a history of epilepsy in your family?

When you're done, get 50 milligrams of sedatin.

-Yes. -Thanks.

Any known cases in your family?

I don't know.

We'll give you a sedative to take home.

Please.

You should go home and lie down for a bit.

Your grandfather is stable. That's a good sign.

-Can you escort your friend home? -Of course.

Don't worry. We'll let you know when your grandfather is awake.

I promise.

The doctor said to take it.

I don't want to drug myself.

Where's Jule?

With Nina's mother.

I don't understand.

Nina would never have let the tide take her by surprise.

Can you narrow down the timeline?

What you told Nina about your father who had this teacher.

When was that?

It had to be sometime…

between 1984 and 1988.

A page is missing.

-Hello. -Hello.

Helena Jung. I want to see my father, Friedrich Hansen.

Here.

CLASS OF 1985 OF THE KLAUS MANN SCHOOL

PRINCIPAL FRIEDRICH HANSEN AND GERMAN TEACHER MARIA ROTH

Type her name in.

SEARCH TERM - MARIA ROTH - SEARCH

WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN TIDELANDS

That was four years later.

"The former German teacher at the Klaus Mann School, Maria Roth,

was found dead at the main beach yesterday morning."

"She had drowned according to rescue teams."

"Further details and if there was third-party involvement

are not yet known."

Stay calm.

The doctor said you can't talk yet

because you bit down too hard on your tongue.

Your motor functions have also been reduced from the spasm.

But it'll all come back.

The most important thing is that you see me and hear me.

Do you remember her when you see me?

Mom loved you so much.

When she was pregnant with me, she really thought you'd choose us.

But you abandoned her.

I remember it like it was today, when we got off the ferry.

How I stood before you.

You just turned us away.

Mom was with me on the beach.

She tried to hide her tears from me.

I saw the look on her face.

Full of despair.

So empty.

She set me down in the sand and told me to wait.

She wanted to talk to you,

but she never came back.

I sat there for hours…

the whole night until the break of dawn.

A four-year-old girl.

Then the fishermen came,

then the police.

The blue lights and sirens everywhere.

They found her body in the surf.

You killed her.

Don't worry.

I won't take your life.

But I'll take your loved ones.

Just like you did to me.

The only one left is Jonas.

Helena!

Will you open the door?

Good morning.

I talked to the doctor,

and he agreed your grandfather should receive care at home.

The Red Cross will send caregivers every day.

Why did the doctor talk to you?

-Do you need help? -No, I'm good.

I'm so sorry about what happened to Nina.

Where should we put him?

Maybe just here in the living room.

How dare you?

All of this!

When I heard what happened, I looked for you.

I went to the hospital, and the doctor talked to me.

Did your mother teach here at our school?

Is her name Maria Roth?

Yes.

What did my grandfather have to do with her?

Take your call.

I'll get some coffee, and we'll discuss it all.

She wants to tell me everything.

I'll call you right after, okay?

She's coming. Talk to you later.

I fully understand why my mother wanted to be on this island.

Why did you tear out that page from the yearbook?

Because it had my mother in it.

She was desperately in love with your grandfather.

The love of her life.

Did they have a child?

That would make me your aunt.

Your grandfather is a murderer.

He killed my mother.

Because she wanted him to be there for his daughter.

I'm sorry about Nina.

But she'd have talked to you.

You would've figured it out yourself.

It would've been too early.

Come here.

It's all good. I just numbed you a bit.

You're okay.

Okay.

You're okay.

Believe me.

Everything's okay.

It's all good.

It's all okay.

It's all okay.

If you're reading this, I'm no longer alive.

I tried everything. I gave you your freedom.

I showed you how much I love you

with every fiber of my body and every part of my soul.

Now I have to realize that it was all pointless.

I have to realize that you only care about one thing,

your reputation.

An illegitimate child born of a secret affair

doesn't fit into the picture.

I had at least hoped

the sight of your daughter would touch your heart.

I will never leave this island.

Maybe a part of me will be left in our daughter

that you'll be able to love.

Your Maria.

Are you okay?

Excuse me.

Are you from the island?

I don't quite get it. This is your island.

Why is it the only one in black?

NORTH FRISIAN ISLANDS