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What's wrong with you?

First you disappear completely,

and then you turn up with this shit.

Where were you the last four weeks?

Well, boy?

What's your name?

The bodies in the club,

did you kill those girls?

Jasper. Jasper Hoff.

Jasper? - The place is jumping,

and the bodies are swinging with it,

and they just keep on dancing. - A metaphor, of course.

Sometimes you must take time for these things.

I just wanted to scare them so they'd wake up, Pop.

Incomprehensible things are happening and the music is playing to it all.

And you?

Oh, I...

I have a boring name. - Don't you want to know where the bodies came from?

First of all, you need a safe hiding place.

Somewhere we can talk about it all in peace.

Just tell me where your hide-out is,

and I'll see to it that everything is clean.

Clean?

Clean.

Call me Pop.

It sounds funny at least.

We'll manage.

I'm here for you, you know that.

Tomorrow at 2 pm.

Be on time.

Have you played this before?

I like this game.

And do you know why?

No matter how hard you hit the ball,

you can't lose it.

There.

That one.

Let him go!

Yeah, yeah, it hurts.

Just kill me.

Why don't you just kill me? You're experts at that.

We're very glad we've found you again. We'll clear away your mess,

and then you're welcome to ask us again.

Where is your workroom?

Come on, let's go!

You smashed my knee, you bastards.

Yeah, it hurts...

Here.

Here.

This one?

Yes, that door there.

Do you have a band-aid?

Stop!

Hey, we're back!

Dude!

We are back in business!

You're pumping a lot of money into the club.

Why?

The truth is, I have a club

because I've never had one before.

That piece was still missing, huh?

That just makes me tired.

And you?

Why are you sitting here with me?

No idea. - No idea? - No idea, yeah.

Oh yeah!

Oh yeah, that's good.

We need to clarify something.

What?

What the hell? - Nani, this is my question to you...

What do we observe in our society

to an ever greater degree? - Dunno. All kinds of shit.

What is this? - It concerns the basis, the foundation.

I'll... - It's okay. We'll all be much happier in a moment,

because we'll understand something,

because that's a great feeling.

Okay.

Out you go then.

Go on.

So... - So...

What exactly was your question?

What is your exact job title?

You're the bar manager in this club. Do you know who I am?

Yeah, sure.

And what's wrong here?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You don't know?

No, I...

I just wanted a bit of fun, I thought it was okay.

Does that answer my question?

I haven't a clue what you're on about.

I'll tell you what's wrong. Order. The order based on agreements.

And the first agreement is we stick to agreements.

Out there ecstasy,

chaos, loss of all self-control. Here structure,

reason...

Control!

Nani, I think Philipp means that

there's office stuff everywhere and outsiders shouldn't come in.

Do you get that?

Er, Nani...

Beat?

We had the little shit, but... - You lost the little shit.

Just like you lost part of the last shipment.

And a few of the men.

Do you have any idea

what kind of business operation this is?

All the organization it takes for us to get your lousy van to the yard?

For you to do your lousy little bit?

Seemingly not. You're too dumb.

I'll find that nutcase. - I hope you do.

With all my heart.

Hello, doctor. - Hello.

Where has everyone gone? - Don't know.

Looks like an emergency call-out.

Can I have one?

Sure.

Here. - Thanks.

Thank you.

What's your name anyway?

Why?

No reason.

Artem. - Artem?

You work with disposal now?

Yes, but I'm back on security again tomorrow. That's the best job here.

But that stays between us.

Sure.

I didn't say a word. - I didn't hear a thing.

You have to tell yourself it's a job like any other.

We can do a good job, or a bad job.

But we do a good job.

It is hard sometimes.

I tell myself...

they're not human beings.

Believe me, that helps.

Do you know why all the people in there take drugs?

If they led their lives with clear heads

they'd have to come to terms with their death as well.

And you don't need drugs, because you're not scared of death?

Or...

because you're more scared of something else.

It's very interesting with you.

Come and have lunch in my office at 2 pm.

Who was that girl just now?

Want to know who she is? What she said to me?

Good, otherwise I'd have to ask you why you want to know.

That Jasper Hoff, has he been found?

I passed the info on to the local police.

Okay, I'll ask them.

No, leave it.

I'd be glad to do that. - Okay.

You promised Beat some information about his birth family.

Yeah, so?

Do you have anything?

Did I say that I did?

So, you have something? - So far he's been very cooperative.

That was your deal.

Beat must deliver.

That's the deal, too. - If he thinks we don't keep our word,

he won't either.

We'll withhold that treat for now.

That's all.

You need to keep your distance.

A personal relationship... That's when it gets dangerous.

LIVING IN THE SPIRIT OF ALBERT SCHWEITZER

Good morning. - Good.

Now we're all here, we can go over the orders for the next few days.

It like to raise another matter first.

Please, I had a really rough night. - It concerns hygiene.

The disinfectant you give us is no good.

It's lipid-replenishing.

So the plastic sheets don't stick around the incision.

Oh, God... - We need liquid povidone-iodine.

We also need hair clippers.

Removing hair with a razor causes skin lesions,

where pathogenic germs can build up.

Get off your high horse! This isn't a goddamn university hospital.

No one gets out of here alive.

If complications arise due to lack of hygiene,

it'll be on your head.

And you've had enough complications lately.

Or am I mistaken?

I've made you a list.

Fine. Kidney, male.

Ten years of age, O positive. I can confirm that.

Right? Do we have that in stock?

Yes. Sure.

Liver, female, 54 years of age.

AB positive. - Yes.

About the young Syrian... - The kidney?

Yes. I have a problematic finding.

The boy may have a heart defect. - As long as his kidney's fine...

We also need his heart. There's a suitable recipient for that as well.

I need to take the boy to a specialist.

Then please bring this finding

to me in my office. - As a layman you'd...

Now!

I have a colleague.

In Berlin.

A cardiologist. I mean...

a heart specialist.

I know things about the man that would ruin him.

He'll keep his mouth shut.

And... Please sit.

How do you envisage this exactly?

We go to Berlin,

wait outside his practice till the last patients have left,

then we do the examination.

Good plan.

You thought about it for a long time, right?

What do you want the ECG for? You can't even read it.

I can't. But he can.

Here...

and there.

These ST elevations indicate significant oxygen deficiency in the tissue.

The patient's life expectancy would be short

if this were an adult's readings.

But since it's a child's ECG, the situation is even more critical.

Hi there.

I'm here to see Philipp Vossberg.

And you are?

Mr. Vossberg, there's someone called Beat waiting for you in the lounge.

Don't worry about it,

I let everyone wait.

Then I enjoy seeing people's anger dissolve into unconditional submission

as I walk up to them. Sorry, just being honest.

I'm honest, too. My submission isn't unconditional. You pay for lunch.

Wait a moment, it won't take long.

Vietnamese will be fine for us today.

There's no way around it. You have to enter into relationships.

You can't do it on your own.

Being connected...

Yeah, it's like...

an eternal yearning.

And, of course, a danger. It can always backfire.

Disappointments, pain.

Separations.

And still we keep on trying.

There, welcome. - I'll have the 36.

Let's see. - The 27 for him. You must try it.

The 27 for him,

and we'll have still water. - Of course.

And you?

What? - Well...

Disappointment... pain,

separation? - I always found a reason to celebrate.

Is that so?

Here you are...

Of course, it all starts with your parents.

They're the first ones who are meant to love you,

and never leave you,

and show you how it all works.

Unconditional love.

Well...

That's where the first mistake lies.

Because your parents' love is not unconditional.

You are shaped,

driven, changed.

Your parents only see themselves, and celebrate their...

limited existence, and only use you.

And if they can't manage to do it,

well, who else is going to love you?

And so you lose any belief that other people...

could feel anything for you.

And gradually you grasp that, for you, there is only loneliness.

But loneliness will never leave you.

I was six,

when my parents disappeared without a trace.

They just left. I never saw them again.

Then I went to a children's home. Foster parents.

Home.

Adoptive parents, home, street...

But,

in spite of all that, I feel loved.

By Paul?

For example? Yes, I think that's...

interesting.

I don't have that.

In my position, it's just ass-kissers.

Your loyal girlfriend...

Girlfriend! Well...

She's always around you, isn't she?

You know what? Maybe...

you're right.

Maybe she loves me.

Maybe she'd do anything for me.

Like Paul would for you.

Or you for Paul.

Maybe.

I guess you can be a real tough guy, too.

Huh? And have had run-ins with the cops?

You live alone? - I have a roommate. I...

I always have people around me.

What is this?

A job interview, or...

Could you take on more work?

It could be that I call you sometime.

But what question...

would you ask me then? Huh?

What's in it for me? Why should I be the one to do that?

I'd only ask one question.

Would you do the same for me?

Don't go thinking he's a nice guy. He's not a nice guy.

How would you know what I think?

Did he say anything specific?

What do you want to hear?

He said a lot of things. A lot of bullshit.

I'm on it.

So, how's it looking?

Did your boss find out anything about my parents?

Not yet.

You're keeping something from me.

Are they dead?

Any idea how important this is to me?

I think so.

Yeah?

What?

You are one sick asshole.

Jasper Hoff...

What did he want? - To introduce someone.

Where? Did he say where? - Torstrasse, number 67.

Okay.

I can only help you, if you're honest.

I've done everything for you.

You got involved in this.

What have you found out? - I joined the hooligans and helped you.

For sure. You did that.

And the stupid Salafists.

Have you gathered information on Philipp Vossberg

that could be relevant to us?

Yeah.

But I'm not giving it to you.

You have someone else for that now.

For that, you now have Beat.

You know how to do these things.

Gain someone's trust,

be a good Pop.

All these years, Pop.

What are you up to?

The guy's a psycho, I'm telling you.

We'll be fine. - There!

Run!

Do you know him?

Yeah.

And he knows me.

Come on, let's go.

Shit!

Beat! You okay? - Did you get him?

Where are the cops? - We'll get them now.

Go alone.

What?

Beat!

Give me a phone. In case the car breaks down on the way.

The tank is full.

Someone's going with you.

What for? I don't need a chaperone.

Now we know your name at last.

Younis, Artem, Uwe.

Hey, that's a nice song.

Where are you from, Artem? - A little seaside town, Ksamil.

Where's that?

Albania. - Ah! Sounds great.

What's this?

Listen, Artem. We're not going back.

The boy mustn't die.

Look, I have money with me.

And I can get more. - Please drive on! - You can go back to Albania a rich man.

I won't tell anyone.

To your village. - I don't want to go back. Please.

Why not? - It's a shithole. Please drive on.

Then go somewhere else, goddam it! - Get back on the road, man!

No.

Don't you get it? We can't go anywhere once we've done that.

I want...

to get that boy out of there.

We belong to the farm.

They will find us and they'll waste us. - The boy is not going to die.

Do you understand?

Drive back.

No! - Go back right now!

Uwe.

Okay. - Come here!

Go! Wait, wait, wait.

Nice.

Yup! - Nice, huh? - It's okay.

Yes. Does it have to be now?

My God. I've been waiting for this information all day.

Fuck. I can't write anything down right now.

Come on, let me take over.

Philipp?

I'll do it. - Yes, I'm listening.

Mike, echo, hotel,

uniform, 76, 74

76.

Zero. Thanks. Yes.

Yeah, yeah. Ciao.

I sent it to you. - Thanks.

That idiot could have done it.

Right, could you delete that please?

Hi. - Done.

We have some business to discuss, but very briefly...

You were interested in her.

That's my partner from the club. - Hello. - Paul, Janine.

And that's Beat.

He was asking about you. Seems he's interested!

Well?

Yeah. You have beautiful hair.

This is Lina, my half-sister.

The last guy who complimented her she shot in the knee.

We need to talk, I'll be right back. - Okay.

He's loaded.

We can't stay that long. Jonathan's getting tired. - Okay.

Johnny, you coming? Pancakes? Sweet or savory?

Johnny! Come on.

No, no, no. That's exactly where I have a different opinion.

They were your calls. Your decisions.

And this is the shit that happens as a result.

I...

I'll straighten it all out again.

Yeah. Of course.

Yeah?

Well?

Don't you want any? - Yes!

Without sauce? - No.

Thanks.

He wanted us to escape.

I told him we didn't stand a chance out there.

This hellhole is our home. And you guys are my family.

Sorry.

Shame.

I'm finished for today. - Okay.

I'll just check the police reports. - See you tomorrow. - Good night.

God damn it!

Maybe you need something else?

No, I need this.

Beat?

I'm here if you need me.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Evening. - Good evening.

I can't right now.

Hi.

Jane Bond?

Who let you in?

Did you get my message?

With Vossberg's code numbers? - Yes, thanks.

I have one for you, too.

Hello. - Hello.

I... I lost my parents when I was six.

Or they lost me, I don't know.

So?

And now a friend has told me that a woman might be living here

who is the mother of my father.

My grandma. - I don't have any grandchildren.

Do you have any children? A son perhaps.

Not even that.

How long have you lived here? - For almost 40 years. And...

I don't know what to make of your story, but...

I think you have to look for your family somewhere else.

Okay. Sorry.

No problem. Good luck.