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NSU - German History X The perpetrators

This is a work of fiction, not a documentary.

The actual historical events have not yet been fully established.

This film does not claim to display all events authentically...

but, instead, contains fictional elements.

The defendants of the Munich Higher Regional Court case

deny most of the prosecution�s accusations as portrayed in the film,

e.g. those concerning the planning and preparation

of the NSU bomb attacks.

Witnesses close to the defendants have given differing opinions on the events.

December 1989

Nadine: C, Mike: D, but just barely...

Well, and there are two F's. Beate and Sandra.

I'd reconsider allowing Beate to cheat. Could have been a B.

Do you learn that at the "firm", Mr Ebert?

Just give it back already.

Keep it up and that's the last I'll teach you!

Soon you won't be teaching anyone, anything, anymore!

Come on, let's go.

Where's your beating birch?

Two coffees.

We got Coke now, too. The real stuff.

Really?

How expensive?

1 to 3 exchange rate: 4,50.

Then I'll try in German.

What's he doing with your hand?

Was an act of Satan.

They told me that too, already.

I see.

Well,

what now?

Yes. Okay. We'll do. We?

You can also call me with any other problems.

Heard of it? Stasi?

What's he doing now?

For me?

May I keep it?

Mine?

Does it say anything perverse?

Nothing for you.

Everybody. Hello!

Are you the new math teacher?

No, we're doing German...

until we have a substitute for math. - Ebert's not coming back?

Not likely. No.

You'll have noticed some changes. - So he was Stasi?

Mr. Ebert had a heart attack.

Maybe you just have questions today.

I, for my part... - How are you?

...appreciate how the restrictions on travel have been lifted.

Holy shit.

What's this about? Where were you? - Needed a haircut.

Can I touch?

Sure.

Awesome.

January 1990

Today is Beate's birthday, hey...Let us all rejoice... Let us all rejoice.

Happy Birthday, Beate.

Can't you ever be happy?

What about?

Beate, no school today? - Mike. You're an idiot...

Want some ice cream?

Five.

One.

Close it.

What's up?

Go fuck yourself.

How'd I do that, do you think? Hello?

Whatcha got?

"Action" and ciggies... - Cool-o.

Action attack!

Come here! Have some nice western beer.

One at a time...

There's enough for everyone...

I'm applying for tech school.

What about you?

I'll get a beer. It's free.

Stefan!

What are you doing here?

Aren't you at the correctional?

Dismissed myself.

That's Sandra. That's my cousin.

Will you give me a beer?

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Can you open it? - Sure!

What kind of dishwater is this?

Yeah, you can't be serious! - Tastes like piss!

Stefan? Hello?

Where's Stefan?

All the way down and hang a right.

What?

Hang a right at the end!

Hang a right? - Right.

Thanks.

Hi, I'm Anne. - Sandra.

So, you're looking for Stefan?

He's over there.

Welcome.

That's Snot. And that's Midge.

And you? Forgot your name. - Fritzi.

Stefan... one more thing. About the loo.

So you can't flush. But there's a water bucket.

So you can?

And toilet paper's over there.

So you have to take it along.

Where? In the corner? - Yes.

Chance!

Renovate all buildings. Man, I've had it with this.

But why? You have Park Lane!

Yeah, but no money left.

Go anyway, come on. - Here. You can have mine.

Thanks so much...

What's the big idea, bringing in a fucking capitalist game?

We're just doing basic research.

Ingo! - Knowledge is power.

Yeah, power to the know-nothings!

That's an issue for the assembly.

Stop laughing. Just wait for the assembly. - Get lost.

July 1990

Look at all this. They have everything!

You can smell it through the box.

Careful, Beate. They've got guards now.

They never caught me. Open it.

Fine. Let's go.

Free yoghurt from the Lotti company!

That's not what I meant...!

My dear ladies...!

Stasi? Or heart attack, Mr. Ebert?

That's so cool!

Sign here. - Sure.

They trying to poison us?

Expiration date was three weeks ago.

Oh no!

The Lotti company's gift to us for reunification.

Welcome to capitalism!

...only the monetary, economic and social union offers the chance, even warranty...

that everyday living conditions can change quickly and drastically.

If we all join in, our new states Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Sachsen-Anhalt...

Brandenburg, Sachsen and Th�ringen will turn into blossoming landscapes...

worth living and working in.

When's Stefan coming?

What's up?

Like I know.

He's been talking some weird stuff recently.

Your application for Jena Polytech? - Yep. You open it!

No way.

There's no risk in it for you! - What happens if you're accepted?

C'mon, I haven't even checked yet.

So?

What does it say?

I knew it.

How about some cocoa?

We're not babies anymore.

Did you hear?

"Foreigner-free" is the 'bad word' of the year.

Good. - What's good about that?

C'mon, Beate.

Why don't you send in an application?

They'd never take me.

Sure they would. I'd help you. - How, without cheating?

We could study together. - Hey, you garden gnomes!

Hi, Granny.

Looks like a garden gnome himself.

So, who's losing?

Stefan, look at you.

Are you a Nazi now?

Since when does a cool jacket make you a Nazi?

And the summer bristle's pretty cool, too, right?

Isn't it grand in the garden ghetto?

What is it?

Never mind.

Suit yourself. I'll go check on Granny then.

It sucks they give you a hard time just for being from Winzerla.

Winzerla's Fascio-Zone, that's all.

Is it my fault I live there?

That's what I said too.

Why don't you just come along on one of our Fasho-raids?

Look at you!

What's the matter?

Don't you like it?

Look at this crap...

I'm taking this shit off.

C'mon let's go inside.

Can't we stay here a bit? I'm kinda scared.

There's not that many of them. - How would you know from here?

Don't get too close!

We've found something nice for you.

Let me write down the address.

Go see them. I've told them about you.

Happy?

Jeez! The "Wine Maker's Club"?

Now don't disappoint me.

Guys, this is Beate.

She's helping us renovate.

You can show her how to help.

You mean do YOUR job, Brehme? - Yeah, and do it right.

Andy, come with me.

You do the loos, then! - Yeah, sure!

I'm Uwe.

Welcome.

Is that supposed to be a map of Germany?

Yep, 1937.

Speaking of which... can you paint?

Sure can.

But I'm even better at Foosball.

Well, work comes first.

This part is too large, though.

That's not the way I see it.

Nice and easy. Don't dare mess up my beloved Germany.

Jena, Jena, we are here...

Jena, Jena, believe in us...

Jena - victory is near!

Day X is here and so are we...

Can't you feel its chilly breeze...

When we roam Jena, without, within...

And burn them Niggas by the skin!

Jena, Jena, what you are for us...

Jena, Jena, we are here...

Jena, Jena, believe in us...

Jena, victory is near!

Sieg. Heil! Sieg. Heil! Sieg. Heil!

Who started with "Sieg Heil"?

No idea. Maybe the Munich guys.

The Munich guys? - Or the Berliners.

You can't do this. It sucks.

All that I'd do, and so much moooore...

As King of Germany, to settle the score!

No, I totally don't get it.

If I were you I'd so let that job go!

I mean, we can do anything, go anywhere. Au pair in Paris!

Yeah, sure. Au pair.

Fuck! Nazis! Come. Run, run! - Take it easy, it's Uwe.

Where were you today?

No time.

It's Foosball day tomorrow.

And after that? Waxing foreigners?

Nope. Birthday party. You're invited.

Whose birthday is it?

Rudolf Hess'.

Congrats. He never introduced himself.

It's never too late.

Fine.

So. Excuse me, careful...

So, who was that retard?

Don't tell me that was Uwe?

If he finds out you're half-Romanian...

Shut up. That's no one's business.

What now?

What?!

OK, not a word from me.

You coming, or what? - Nope.

What the...?

So do you want to be friends with me or with that guy?

Okay, I get it.

Sandra! - Nope.

Here, we march, the German youth!

Here, we march, the German youth!

Here we march, the German youth!

Germans, defend yourselves! Out with phony refugees!

Enough political asylum scams.

Hi. Want to join in? Come on!

"Show courage against violence from the right. Stand tall!"

This is what we've got for you: Hate! Hate! Hate!

There are sales representatives. They sell you vacuum cleaners...

or they sell you cars.

And then there's the representatives in Bonn...

They sell off the German people!

This has got to stop!

Are you cold?

Want my jacket?

Hi, dad.

Hey. Robbie, what up? - Fine.

Alright then... Can you do it? Let's see...

Mom been cooking good again? - A bit.

So you had a second helping?

Arms out to the side.

Don't let them get in the wheel. - Fits like a glove.

See you.

Step on the gas!

That, I know how to do!

Give me your hand.

Had a good day, did you? - Yep.

What is it?

Nothing.

My brother.

My brother.

Wanna join us? - 'course she does.

Shut up.

I'm Beate.

I know. He won't stop blabbering about you. - Shut up, Mr. Mundlos or...

Or you walk!

Off we go.

He so has the hots for you.

What?!

What did you say?

Nothing.

When are you introducing me to Rudolf Hess?

Come in.

Should I take my shoes off? - Na.

My old lady.

People are getting it.

Slowly, they're getting it.

What?

So is this becoming a habit? - What?

Your boyfriend. Has he, like, moved in?

Any objections? - You're 17.

So?

You can't waste an entire year. Get an education, Beate.

To earn money one day. - Like you did, right?

Sure. I went to university, I...

What did it get you? Last I saw you weren't making any money.

That's different!

Either way, he can't move in.

Says who? The woman who can't kick the booze?

Besides, he steals.

What?! - There's always money missing from my purse.

Are you saying we're thieves?

I'm sorry. - What do you mean "sorry"? Hands off!

What?

What is it? Can't you just talk to me?!

You make me sick.

Meanwhile, protesters have invaded the house and set apartments on fire...

Thumbs up for you.

Firemen are nowhere to be seen, neither are the police...

There are occasional shouts of "Germany to the Germans" and "Foreigners out".

Fall 1992

Sieg Heil, you motherfuckers!

This is B�hni, a buddy of mine.

Heil Hitler.

Breakfast?

She's my cousin.

Haven't seen you here before.

Open your eyes then.

Cute bitch. - Careful now.

Who's he?

Buddy of mine. Study group.

He's been to jail.

Beer anyone?

Apel, you loser, booze before noon again?!

Bullshit. No booze. J�germeister, you Jew!

B�hnhardt, right?

Anything troubling you?

Here, on our square.

Are you some kind of Leftie?

Watch this...

Ho! Stasi, Stasi, fuck off! It's our land you're on!

Shalom-Dee-dum.

What's this about?

It's a test. With questions.

For example, 'Do you sometimes say things you feel sorry about later?'

Shut the fuck up.

That's how it's done, B�hni.

Tidying up a bit, restoring some order.

Shalom-Dee-dum.

Is that a real gun?

Holy shit.

Makes a lot of noise. Shame it's just a bobby gun, though.

Beate...

Let's go.

The Nazis are here, get going!

Leave me alone!

Are you nuts?! - I know her!

I don't give a shit! - Fuck off!

C'mon, harder!

Fuck you, Beate!

Run.... Run!

Did you know the white race'll die out in about 50 years...

because of racial blending? - No.

No?

The pure-bred Arian faces extinction.

Jeez...!

We must take action against the abuse of sanctuary.

Did you hear that?

which has lead to an uncontained influx... - Incredible. One-for-one same words!

...of people seeking a better life... - Exactly what the F�hrer of Berlin....

...told the douchebags from the press! I was there!

Wolf, switch on the TV. Channel one.

Seiters, Secretary of the Interior. Listen. This could be us. One-for-one our words.

Just listen!

We're talking 6 million sanctuary free-riders. 6 million, think about it.

Call themselves immigrants, acting as if they owned us.

I got no problem with a few of them - if they behave.

You know, blond hair, parted clean.

What else is a government there for if not to tell them "You no German be"?

Those asylum scroungers get it shoved up their asses, and we don't even get a job.

Let's do something about it. - Exactly.

In cases like these, violence is justified.

Letting fists speak. But clean, you know.

I mean, we have to be invisible.

Form small groups.

But keep quiet about it.

Be free. Be together.

Comrades. A free brotherhood.

Like Worch said, just us.

Our actions are visible but not us.

Then, we need to put our fists in their faces.

Political ideas. Through music, for instance.

The lyrics. Our slackin', lazy-bum brothers aren't into reading.

Beate-poo...

When I'm at the army, keep an eye on them.

They can't be boozing all the time.

When are they calling you in?

3 months.

Hey, you filthy pigs, beat it!

Better a filthy pig than a church mouse!

It's Beate's birthday-day so let us all rejoice...

Let us all rejoice. We'll shoot an Ali down for you...

And that'll make some noi-hoi-hoise.

We'll shoot an Ali down for you, and that'll make some noise!

Our shotgun's long and fine and loaded, full of lead...

Loaded, full of lead...

The ink'll flow out from the Ali, meaning he'll be dea-hea-ead...

The ink'll flow out from the Ali, meaning he'll be dead!

Take it from me, dear Ali, don't go beg or steal...

Don't go beg or steal...

Back off from that chicken roast for only your death will hea-ea-eal...

Back off from that chicken roast for only your death will heal!

Sieg-Heil!

To Beate-poo!

To Beate!

Thilo, you nigger. Next ones are on you! - Calm down, will ya?

What are you drinking, honey pot?

Up yours, Uber-Hunter-Meister... - Jeez, Apel...

Got a minute?

Move over.

The Berlin Gauleiter is really proud of us here in Thuringia.

These...

are our instructions.

These are instructions to build a training network.

We've got to get started on it.

Exactly what we need.

Winzerla is liberated, we own it.

Thilo. The eight oaths.

But I've seen Jews still flinching in the old town.

Not for long. - Any plans?

Long term, we clean Thuringia up. - We call it "Clean Jena".

Stubs, cans, Turks, Lefties, Annies, Jews.

Jena is a dump.

They flinch, they get a good beating. - We'll look after those asylum moochers.

And AIDS takes care of the fagots. - Brothers, Day X is near.

And to you, Beate.

That one's quite nice.

For me? - Nope.

Beate-poo, stealing sucks.

Capitalism sucks.

It's so...un-German of you.

Excuse me?

Could I have the ring back, please? - What is it, Ali?

My name's not Ali.

Is that garlic perfume on you?

Awesome. Now get back to your kebab skewer.

Why? - Coz your mom's stopped turning.

Can I just have the ring back? - What do you want?!

Guys, we gotta go, train's leaving.

I'll take it.

Here, one for the road!

Get going, guys.

Beate-poo...can we go finally?

Did you hear? They want to throw Mundi out of the army.

Why?

Had Hitler's picture in his passport.

It's really Charlie Chaplin.

"You made 500 DM from stock sales." Hand it over!

What are "stock sales" anyway?

The profit from selling stored goods.

Like carpets.

Carpets? Like I'm a grease-ball?!

Carpet storage...

In high concentration!

Concentration camp storage sales!

Soap! Fresh soap! - Dental gold, anyone?

Where's Mundi anyways?

With the guys.

Katja, give me Horst-Wessel-Stra�e.

Or: "You hid a Jew. Go back to Hitler Lane!"

Do not pass 'go'! - Do not collect 1000 Reichsmarks!

Railroad station! - Auschwitz-Birkenau. Final destination.

Bought! Fresh lamp shades!

This is an answering machine...

Speak if you have something to say.

Beate-poo, I'm staying at the barracks with the guys this weekend.

Just remember: Day X.

If you could make a wish, what would it be?

A wish?

There's moments when I need an hour of anarchy.

I'd take an MG and blow away them Activist Annies, the wogs. That'd be awesome.

What about you?

What's the matter?

Nothing. Why?

Can I tell you a joke?

What is a mother doing in Winzerla popping by her son's room?

She's checking if he's all-"right".

So you think that's funny?

Do you hear me laughing?

Now THAT was funny.

Come on, sit the fuck down.

Cheers. - Thanks for the invite.

And you, keep brushing those teeth.

Nobody's following us.

Should we check if he's all-right?

Recruit Mundlos reporting.

You are reprimanded for calling in late for duty.

At ease.

Take a seat.

Mr. Mundlos, Maier, my name. I have a few questions.

First of all, how would you describe your political views?

Left, right, liberal? - Right.

What does that mean for you?

That I give myself to my country and that I obey national laws.

What does National Socialism mean to you?

Well, for example...

I can't accept that the simple German soldier who fought for his country...

still has to make amends for it.

A soldier receives orders. A citizen follows his conscience.

Germany must dare be German again, rise to new glory.

Uwe, as a law-abiding citizen, could you imagine passing on...

information to us on, say, actions to be taken against refugee homes?

We call that treason.

Uwe, if you ever find yourself coming up short at the end of the month...

Have another cookie!

Restrain your tone.

No.

Fine.

Just think about it.

Dismissed.

Oops. I wasn't aware...

Would you like to join us for breakfast? - Nah.

Fine.

Did you know Ribby had a girlfriend?

Nope. - It's Beate.

IN MEMORY OF THE VICTIMS OF FASCISM

Yummy, yummy. One for mommy, one for daddy.

What's this?

'What do you want, Grampa?

Bulls-eye!

Go home. Buchenwald, the oven's calling.

The cops. Outta here!

Rudolf Hess!

Germany, awaken!

The sun...it's so nice out today.

What's she doing?

Such a beautiful sunshine today.

You don't even notice, do you?

This is a German lawn.

People groom it. And you just stomp all over it.

Stay put. - Sorry.

Stop moving! - Won't happen again.

What? - However, this warrants punishment.

You will repeat "I will never again traipse on the lawn" five times. Say it!

I will never again traipse on the lawn. - Again, I can't hear you!

I will never again traipse on the lawn. - Again, I can't hear you!

Please! - Keep going!

Stop crying. - What? I still can't hear you!

I'll never again traipse on the lawn. - See, you can do it...

Quit whining, finally. Let's go.

What are you doing here? - On the job training.

Didn't you want to go to England?

Yes. Well no, job comes first.

Management assistant in office communication.

Well, secretary, basically.

And school?

What about you?

Souvenir.

I'm so happy it's over.

All that left-right-kiddie stuff.

The scar will stay, but it reminds me: It's over.

Looking for job or apprenticeship?

Whatever you got, Sandra. Really.

Well. Kindergarten: no chance.

How about tree nursery? - Done.

Really?

So, I'll block it right away. Just came in.

Apprenticeship in horticulture. Wow.

Uschi, it's Sandra.

Could you block 308 for me, please?

Fine. The yellow one. Got it. Thanks.

Are you engaged? - Yes.

He's Irish. Clive.

Studies music. So sweet.

Well, I had to get to England somehow.

And then: marry and have children.

You too? - Yes. I'm with Uwe.

Right. You're still together?

I just thought... - No, he's doing military service.

So I figured a job would be nice before getting married.

Here. Sign where I checked it.

Thanks.

Well, I still have to make a phone call.

Sure.

See you then. - Bye.

Check this out, Snotty.

Uwe, what are you doing here? Are you on home-leave?

Shut the fuck up.

Dirty laundry? - No, I'll take it, I'm moving back in.

Come on in!

Hi Uwe. Come in.

Uwy is back.

Some water, Uwe?

Thanks.

A cookie?

Where is he? - In his room.

Comrade Bootlace! - Oh, dad, hi.

Is it carnival?

Dad, you have to accept it.

Accept what?

That we're a large movement and that we're taking this country back.

Haven't we been there before?

Oh please, not again.

I know what you are about to say, collective guilt and so forth.

Look around. Where's all the freedom? Blossoming landscapes?

Mother does 10 hour shifts for next to nothing.

And you toe the line afraid of being fired, too.

And you are about to change all that.

In National Socialism, Whites don't wait in line behind Alis looking for an apartment.

A German mother doesn't get down on her knees for alimony.

And a professor? - No finger pointing.

And a professor's salary like yours isn't dictated by the Jews in Bonn.

And B�hni's Secretary of the Interior? - Good idea.

It may take some work but I'm more the foreign policy type anyway.

Put that finger down. - And I'd turn up the gas taps...

for the Jews myself! - There aren't any Jews left.

Oh, yeah? Take a look outside. We're leaving.

Bye. - Bye.

I'd prefer you giving me a good bashing.

B�hni, you really piss me off with your bashings.

Can you think of anything else? You're such a douche-bag!

No, really. I'm disgusted.

I can't ask you to change.

But I demand that I can rely on you when Day X has come.

That's when to be prepared to sacrifice your life.

Do you get that? - Yep, sure.

I made contacts in the army. There's more armed comrades than you can imagine.

That needs to be protected and not obstructed by your kids' games.

Where are we headed? Thilo said straight ahead.

There's this secret diary. Tells you how to stay invisible.

For when Day X comes.

Whose is it? - Turner's his name.

Password? - Aviator of Peace

I can't believe it. - Mundi. Finally.

Where is it?

100 yards up. When you see a light on your left walk towards it.

See you later. - See you.

Turner is a true patriot of the white race. Basically, we just follow his lead.

By the way, I've applied for Secondary School in Ilmenau.

Hi Raik. - Hi.

I want to study. Business and Politics. And we have to learn English.

The movement is bigger than Jena.

Thilo, man. Can I have a word with you later?

Hey, they're taking pictures. Andreas! - No pictures, dimwits!

Hey, what's the problem?

Everyone calm down now. Where are you from?

From Dortmund. - B�hni...!

Just got in by train. - OK, in with you!

Everybody get inside!

Hello everyone! - Christian!

Beate. Uwe.

I just wanted to... - It's fine. It's OK. Really.

You really going for the diploma? - Sure.

We gotta get more active. Look around...

All the booze, fucking around, yelling, slacking... It's crap.

And you? What about the gardening job?

They went out of business.

Same story everywhere. It totally sucks.

Can I rely on you?

100 percent.

That's all that counts. You being there.

Let's go.

So it's the Holocaust you denied,

the fault is yours...

I'm all fed up with them lyin' press whores...

Our fathers got rid of them Jews...

like lambs, I'm proud of it and I sure give a damn...

Tell the truth!

Actions, not words, I've had it, Goddamn!

Me too!

Everyone's worth more, I'm doing what I can..

Hold out! Step up! Parliaments razed in explosions!

Hold out! Step up! Just wait til we go through those motions!

Instead of blossoming landscapes just smoke and ashes...

But that Jew in Bonn, just watch the cash he stashes.

Exactly!

My dear mother, she don't understand it no more...

Gypsy getting fat while she's poorer than poor!

Actions, not words, I've had it, Goddamn!

Everyone's worth more, I'm doing what I can..

Hold out! Step up! Parliaments razed in explosions!

Hold out! Step up! Just wait til we go through those motions!

I'm a rightie, maybe, but not a radical...

Thinking German isn't wrong, it's actually magical.

It is here that I was born, and it's here that I will die...

And a German nation shall behold my German children's eyes!

Actions, not words, I've had it, Goddamn!

Everyone's worth more, I'm doing what I can..

Hold out! Step up! Parliaments razed in explosions!

Hold out! Step up! Just wait til we go through those motions!

Thanks for coming.

Brothers!

We want to introduce to you a role model.

Private First Class Mundlos excels through his motivation and readiness for action.

Our comrade Uwe showed a national spirit and has been promoted. To Private Uwe!

Comrades...

I want to tell you a secret.

I dream of Day X.

It's the day WE decide where the roads built with our money lead.

The day when Germany will be free. The day when we will strike back.

It is in this sense that I say: Germany, awaken!

Germany, awaken!

All I have is one uniform, my WHITE SKIN...

And whoever tries to skin me thin, will take my pride with him...

But I dare you come and try that, friend, it's something I'd like to see...

You Nigga, Faggot, Turkish ass, we'll kick you til we're free!

Our rulers we hate, our land we love...

The cops! The cops are coming!

Who of you is in charge?

Bugs Bunny.

Stay put.

Sit down!

I want to know his name, not how he looks.

You shit on a Jew's grave. Too bad that got you an infection.

Doctor's bill: 1000 Reichsmark.

You have to mass produce this.

We'll beat Jewish finance with its own weapons.

Visit the F�hrer...

A comrade reaching this field must call out loud and clear "Heil Hitler".

...and may collect the pot money in the middle.

I think I'll pay my F�hrer a visit, too.

So, the middle of the board, right? - Yeah, and here's the field.

If and when a comrade forgets the solemn salute...

he, instead of collecting, will be fined 1000 Reichsmarks...

and must skip one round at the Jew's. - The yellow field.

That he may realize the difference between master and subhuman.

When'd you come up with all this?

Just like that. I've got time. - Is that so?

The game is really smart, Beate.

Because it teaches through the subconscious.

The average German doesn't shape...

his historical or political views before age 14.

Therefore, this game, played at an age when searching for guidance...

is better than explosives.

I thought fun and games was more attractive, too.

Can I buy it off you, Beate?

It's a present from Beate. A gherkin, please.

Why you? - Think about it.

Oh, because you're the distinguished Mr. Isaac Mundlos?

'Mundlos'. Sounds kind of Jewish. Go into the gas. Don't cross Go.

Shut the fuck up, B�hni.

C'mon, leave it up. Hold it up!

Jeez, Apel, you douche-bag, can you pull up your pants, at least?

Can we get our act together?

I thought we wanted to play? - Exactly.

Fine. Then...

I am hungry, I am cold. Take me on back to Bu-Chen-wold...

Apel, tuck your shirt in. - It's just a shirt.

Apel! Our grandpas worked their asses off here.

I refuse to show up like a horde of drunks.

Guys, my Grampa died here, too. - What?

Fell off the watchtower, wasted.

Beate-poo, take a picture, will you? Let's go, Beate's taking a picture.

Closer. Ready?

Ready, B�hni?

This is where you stand.

Bam.

Next!

That's it for you.

Next!

Come here, Apel.

"I didn't do anything!"

Two shots, go.

He's not worth a second bullet. Fuckin' Jew.

I can't die, I'm immortal.

Anke, clean up.

The Fuckin' Jew...

Uwe. - Hi.

Don't you have to study? - I do, every day.

Heating's broken at the dorm.

And you?

Community service, three days. Crying shame...

The kaffers crap all over Jena, and I clean it.

'Clean Jena' - a good thing.

Howdy. - Howdy.

What?

Awesome. - The Turner Diaries.

I've read it already. Even better than I thought.

It's all in there!

The first 10 pages. Translated by me.

Study carefully.

Got to go to Wolf. Wants to read something, too.

Join me tomorrow for a run?

We gotta get back in shape. Ever since I left the army...

If we go running every day... - Uwe, we're in.

Gotcha!

Very funny!

Today we have finally begun. After years of talk, our first campaign...

We are at war with the system. And it is no longer just a war of words.

That's a quote from Turner's diaries. - Tina Turner?

Shut the fuck up!

Brothers...!

For years, the situation of our national forces has deteriorated.

This must change.

And it will change, because we will change it.

That's how it is.

Who is going to protect our country, if not us?

But how? How are we going to protect it if we're always drunk?

Gr�nau! The image of the national forces has been skewed by leftist propaganda.

We will and we must attack. On many levels.

That's the Apel boy. - With his dog.

Get up.

Wake up.

Good morning. - You crazy or something?

Good evening, ladies.

Go and get a haircut, cunt. That way you'll get a job, too.

I didn't do anything. - You didn't do anything?

I didn't do anything. I went patrolling. - Cut the crap!

Shut up! - They're going nuts!

According to witness Stefan Apel? - I only confirmed what they knew already.

You betrayed me. That's what you did.

He's always drunk. Uwe!

Uwe, that's too much!

Thilo, or else nothing will ever change.

No! -Treason demands death...

by order of the F�hrer.

As far as I'm concerned, you're dead, Apel.

C'mon, get lost.

Hey! They were here once before.

Show yourself!

I got it, I got it. J - KG - 78. Weren't any lefties either.

No, they were Secret Service.

In Oklahoma City, USA, an office building was destroyed in a bombing.

Many children are among the 160 dead and 400 injured...

Awesome. They guy's a genius. - A kindergarten was in the building.

And it was one man alone.

Just like Turner.

2 days later, right wing extremist Timothy McVeigh is arrested.

Requires explosives, though. - Yeah, we'd need that.

Seriously, a bombing, that would be a statement.

Would be awesome.

I can ask Tom.

Said he knows someone who knows someone.

Can I come, too?

No way. You keep a low profile.

Fuck you.

Uwe is right. You've been in their focus. - So? Is that my fault?

Course not. But if we get caught with the stuff?

We need a place where they can't find it.

What a cunt...

Fuck off, you Annies!

Need a ride?

Planning to infiltrate the Annies? Fuck off!

That your mother?

You got it coming to you now. - Come on then.

Shit, the cops.

That's my grandma's garden neighbor. - A cop?

One of the good ones.

Sorry, I'm late, Beate. I don't have much time. Here's the key.

Thanks.

Hello. - Hi.

Your boyfriend?

Just a buddy.

Here. For 3 months.

So, do you have a phone in your car? - Sure.

Wanna try?

Gotta hold it on both sides.

Uwe, you won't believe it. I'm calling from a police car... Sure!

G�nther's...Just to let you know: I've got what we need.

I'll see Granny tonight.... Bye.

Cool! My words. What do you need the garage for?

Got my driver's license.

Give me a call if you need anything.

And always mind the traffic rules. - Sure, right before left.

Is it dry enough? For gun powder for instance.

What makes you think that?

Rumors.

Why the hurry? - We're a bit alarmed.

Why? - We have reason to believe explosives...

are in demand in the scene. - I'd know about that.

Here, my last penalty orders.

How much is that?

Dunno, two, three grand.

We'll take care of it.

So, who might want explosives?

What about my car? - It's been ordered.

Explosives are a serious matter. - My words.

So. Who? - No idea, I'd have to check it out.

I might know someone.

Who, Thilo? - The Lefties from the 'Young Citizens'.

How's that?

Heard it through the grapevine. 'The danger is from the left.'

Names. Spit 'em out.

You wanted to bring me something else...

Grannie!

Hi, Beate.

Is there something to celebrate? - My first cellphone. It sends messages.

I prefer face to face. - Right you are. So?

Your mom's coming back tomorrow. - Where was she?

In Riesa. For treatment.

Oh dear. - Mizzi. She died.

Shame.

Grannie...

Hold on.

How'd it happen?

She was kind of old.

That's how it goes.

But you won't die on me that soon.

I don't intend to.

You always have to look ahead.

Eat something.

Open it up. Steady, like a package from the West.

Shit.

T-N-T, dynamite...

That's awesome.

TNT.

So.

How's he taking the separation?

Like a man.

Is there someone else?

What's so funny? If it's someone we don't know?

I'd tell you.

Tom?

Nope.

Any idea where to lay the bomb?

Plenty of possibilities.

Town hall.

Or the Buchenwald ovens. That would be a statement.

Guards everywhere.

Foreign workers' housing in Erfurt?

Seems better.

Although.

Buchenwald would be special.

My words exactly.

I'll check it out.

Look, a bunny. How sweet!

Concentration Camp Buchenwald, 1945.

Where are you going? Come back.

Hey, Snow-white, bitch. Let your hair come down.

We'll climb on you.

I want to pull it. You can pull something on me, too.

It's my cousin.

You shitting me? What's going on here?

Headquarters...requesting reinforcements. - How ya doin'?

These are my buddies. Guys, this is my cousin Beate.

Wanted to do some commemorating. Sammy's never touched an oven.

About time! Wanna come? Bring some change to our penis party.

Speaking of which, we're going to the Penis Monument.

So, you doing good? How's granny?

Green smurfs, watch it.

Good day, we're conducting an ID check...

Stand in groups, please, you three stay here and you come with us.

Can I please see your ID?

What was Apel doing there? - No idea.

Did you inform Apel and you all went? - Of course not!

So what did they want? - What do I know? Commemorate!

Why don't we just put an add in the paper? So, what next?

We walked around a bit, then, no idea why...

the two cop cars turned up.

Are they looking for you? - No!

Did you speak to them?

Good afternoon, Ms. Zsch�pe.

Schr�der, I work for the government.

Ah, Romania. Nice place, liked it.

The land route isn't an option what with the war and all.

One could fly to Temeswar. Not cheap though.

You're looking for work. Right? I'd have some for you.

What kind? - Good, and well paid.

Does the name Thilo Brenner ring a bell?

Are you joking?

Would you say his affiliation is more on the right side?

Dunno. Don't like the guy. - Why's that?

If you ever want to have a chat about your...

mother or your cousin Stefan, just give me a call.

What do we do if they find us out?

Then we go deep.

Fine.

Have you heard? Bubis is coming to Weimar. - Sure we heard. He's picking his oven.

We could give him a warm welcome. - No way. We keep a low profile.

Got me, Mr. B�hnhardt? - Best we roll a red carpet for the Jew.

Cut the crap.

Disgusting. We let the Jew breathe Thuringian air unpunished.

No, not "unpunished". We're just doing it right: Oklahoma!

I can't believe it! This is so great.

This is Ben.

Are we in a bad mood?

I meant to call you, but you know what it's like.

Once you're in town, they all want to see you. How are you?

They were asking me about you. - Who "they"? - Immigration.

Why? What did they want?

No idea. I live in Dublin now.

Wait.

Here. Take it. As a gift. Whenever I see it, it reminds me of you.

You like it? - Yep.

That's nice.

Say hello. This is Judy.

Doesn't want to. Kids, so sweet.

I have to go.

Do you?

Bye.

Ignatz, you little Jewish pig. Kind regards to the Jewish Central Council.

With kind regards to Ignatz.

How do you know it was B�hni?

Thilo just said so. - What a douche bag.

It's awesome. - No, it's not.

Wolf, it's crap, Goddammit.

Hello? He did it yesterday and today every comrade knows about it.

What's so awesome about that?

Let them pass.

Greetings.

Government lackeys, taking pictures.

Let's give 'em a big smile, then. Or are you scared?

They're here because of the doll. "But since 5.45 we're firing back."

Now the Jews are hanging mascots from the bridges.

Very funny.

And therefore we have but one aim: Absolute power on Day X.

This power exclusively serves to establish a strong and free Germany.

We must seek public office...

Take it easy. You think I'm worthless but...

Are you crazy?

The garage is full of the stuff and now...

everyone in the hall knows!

'Action, not words'. Your words! As long as we don't have any bomb ready...

Shut the fuck up!

Uwe, I know about it. But you can trust me 100%.

You know what I don't get, B�hni? How you're dying to go back to jail.

Knowing what you went through, there.

If they find anything they can link to you, you're finished.

Do you see that? Weapons. And this is a head.

And there's something inside the head. Both weapons and head are at risk now...

because of your fucked-up, stupid doll-shit.

Pull yourself together. Or you're out.

It wasn't me.

Do you have anything to say about this?

Police! Open up!

Wet your pants, did you?

Listen, I wanted to ask you something.

Oh, you're not on you own, I see. - Nope. My buddies: Uwe, times two.

G�nther, times one.

I've just been to your granny's. So I thought I drop by and ask you.

Shouldn't we get her a new cat for her 70th birthday?

It's not expensive and it'd make her happy.

Good idea. Let's do it.

Great.

So, I'll head back to the city. - Can you give me a ride?

Sure. Anyone else? - Yes, me.

Open up! -Okay...

Two years for nothing.

For nothing! Fucking Jews! No probation. But I'm not going.

Hold on, wait a sec. - Wait? What's there to wait?

I'm not going back in the shithole! I'm German, and I'm scum to them.

Calm down. - How? This Fuckin' Jewified state puts its best people behind bars.

You have no idea what it's like in there! - You can appeal.

Shut the fuck up! You're talking the same shit as Mundlos, that sissy.

Instead of just taking them out! - That's bullshit!

So you know what a fist feels like.

He's a psycho. He totally went mental on me.

Dammit. But, see, he's scared shitless to go back to jail.

He's a freak.

I know, but with what happened to him. - What? What happened?

You don't want to know what they did to him.

May I introduce: Rudolf Hess.

And who drew it?

Uwe.

There he is.

We've got room for one more.

B�hni.

I promise on my life that I'll do all I can to keep you out of jail.

But you have to stop putting your personal stuff ahead of the movement.

I know... - Let me finish.

Without a plan there is no Day X.

And unless we're cautious, you're in jail tomorrow and fucked the day after.

We'll be prepared. But to reach our goals you have to...

start getting your act together. - OK.

Are you happy? - No.

I want an apology.

Sorry. - What?

You know how I am. I didn't mean it.

Let's take an oath.

No matter what happens, nothing can come between us.

Actions, not words.

I am hungry, I am cold Take me back to Buchenwald.

Little Sarah, such good luck, She came back to Ravensbr�ck.

Stones to carry, bodies to drag, Just to fill her empty bag.

I am hungry, I am cold. Take me back to Buchenwald.

See the ovens, hot and hotter Soon will make her feel much better.

I am hungry, I am cold. Take me back to Buchenwald.

No way. - Are you kidding?

You filthy scumbags!

Fuck. I'll kill you all.

I'll kill you!

All our stuff.

Police, open the door!

Not so loud...

Good morning, Mrs. Mundlos. We have a search warrant for your son's garage.

Is he there? Is he at home? Yes, just a moment.

Uwe, they want to see the garage...

Go along, or else they'll plant something on us again.

Beate! So you're back together? - C'mon, out!

Come on please!

I'll just show 'em my father's.

Hurry up, please. You won't be needing a jacket.

See you in a bit.

Breakfast?

It's that way.

Yes?

I see.

We got you now. Wrong garage. It's in the next row.

The guy's been jerking us around.

Hi there.

What's with B�hni? - Arrested. Go.

He's here! - They didn't get you?

Uwe is waiting at the school building.

Wolf, you take the cellphones. We swap cars.

If anyone asks, it's what we do every now and then.

Tom cleared a place for us other side of town with a comrade from another group...

B�hni, did you call your mom? I want to go see mine, at the mall.

Wolf.

Thanks.

Come here, B�hni.

Bea.

Take care.

You too.

Jeez, Ribby...

What've you gotten yourselves into again? - Mr. B�hnert.

Did you bring the stuff? - Of course.

Here, these are for you.

Laptop for Uwe. With regards from Juliane.

And these are the recipes you asked for, Beate.

But how are you going to cope? What's going to become of you?

Is this going to go on forever? - It's OK, Mrs. B�hnert. Thanks.

Don't you want to think about it? - Mom, they'll shoot if they find us.

Lawyer. - Right. We talked to a lawyer.

He seemed really tough. And he spoke to the Intelligence Service people...

They said if you turn yourselves in... - No way.

Wait a sec, they said they'd drop the jail sentence...

since you haven't done anything yet. - Mom, I'd rather shoot myself.

My God, don't say that!

Beate...

The battle's only just begun, Brigitte.

Nothing changes in this country without resistance.

We're doing the right thing and we're doing it now.

The Nuremberg florist Enver Simsek was allegedly...

the first victim of the "National Socialist Underground".

His killers fired a total of nine shots from two pistols, five of them...

to the head of the 38-year-old, and then took pictures of the victim.

Enver Simsek dies from his injuries two days later.

Nine more killings will follow.

This film is based on a script which entails fictional elements...

and judges the historical events independently.

It does not claim to be authentic.

Beate Zsch�pe is charged in connection with the bombings conducted by the NSU...

but claims she didn't know explosives were stored inside the garage she rented out.

Since her involvement in the bombings has not yet been proven...

all scenes that show her planning said attacks are mere fiction.

According to the prosecution, Ralf Wohlleben knew about the manufacturing...

of pipe bombs in the garage but claims nobody ever...

said anything about explosives in his presence.

The scene showing Tino Brandt in front of the

garage with Beate Zsch�pe is also fictitious.