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Luzie, could you come to the front?

Can we have some quiet, please?

First of all: Welcome Mia.

It's really nice to have you with us.

I'm Mr. Bl�mel. I'll be in charge of the project week.

Would you tell us a little bit about yourself maybe?

Yes, please get up.

Well, ... I'm Mia.

Great.

The project week is supposed to bring you closer together, so that you...

Are we supposed to touch each other or what?

T*, come on now.

Nobody wants to touch you anyway, so shut the fuck up!

Mia?

Mia?

Do you think you're ready to make your decision today?

Yes.

Alright! So who wants to join the music project?

That's quite a lot.

That guy's a pedophile.

Okay. And who wants to join the garden project?

T*.

His name is Jan.

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Hey Jan! Bon appetit!

So what's wrong with you?

No, wait, wait! Don't tell me.

I want to find out by myself.

Lucky you're on the garden team.

Mr. Maurer from the music group is a pedo, too.

And I guess they don't have enough staff to supervise us all the time anyway.

I'm gonna build a big ass pond!

How can you fuck up fucking mashed potatoes like that?

Luzie.

Take a deep breath. - Leave me alone!

Just breath into your stomach!

Stop it!

I can see you're very upset...

That's normal.

It's just Luzie. She's a real psycho.

Look at my hands. We're here for you, okay?

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Don't you want to try something else for a change?

Why? It's supposed to be the Church.

An ashtray.

Luzie?

For my stepfather. - A present?

No, so he doesn't have to use me for that.

It's tiny.

At least it's a garden.

So what are your ideas? - I want a pond.

That's rather ambitious, isn't it?

But maybe you can get the second nozzle going again.

What do you think?

How about an apple tree?

That's a very nice idea.

It's actually the perfect time to plant apple trees.

Well, look at that! You've got a real expert here.

Maybe you'd like to take the lead of your little group?

Yes? Good.

That's good, Jan. Right?

Maybe we'll start with the...

It's okay.

Then I'll start breaking ground!

How come you know so much about apple trees?

I've done some reading on it.

In the big book of apple trees, or what?

No, I read it on the Internet.

Are you waiting for Mia?

Okay. See you next week?

See you then - See you.

No, she's actually pretty good.

Much better than Dr. Braun, the pedo.

But her method is a bit strange.

She just won't stop talking until you give up and start confiding in her.

I actually only know it the other way around.

But, I mean, if it works...

It works.

Yeah, I'm on the verge of doing everything she wants.

Mia?

Hey! How are you?

We... We really miss you at school.

So... Are you...?

Umm, the thing is, well...

She's got a serious stomach bug at the moment.

She spent the whole day on the toilet.

She's very dehydrated. We're on our way to the doctor.

Oh. Wow, okay.

I'm sorry...

Get well soon?

Thank you. - Thanks.

And... Get in touch, if you, well...

Bye.

Are you ok?

It's fine.

I have to go this way.

I have to go this way.

I'm... I'm actually headed back that way.

Where's the stuff for the pond?

Mrs. Sievers said it's not in the budget.

And neither is the apple tree?

Yes, I have to pick it up at the front.

Do you want to dig a hole for the apple tree while I get it?

Then I'll go get it now.

How big is an apple tree?

Well.

Fuck it!

This will be our pond!

I need a break.

What is it with you and the apple tree?

I don't know...

We used to have one in our garden.

I keep thinking about it lately.

Those are some good memories.

Maybe even the best.

I'm not even sure I have good memories at all.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Well...

My happiest memory is when my father died.

Oh Mia!

I was just about to come and see you.

It's supposed to be a surprise.

Can the three of you come by my office later?

I'd like to ask you something. - Okay.

This isn't very climate conscious, is it?

Fuck it. It's fun. Isn't it?

Luzie and I...

We feel it would be best for Luzie to change groups.

Do you guys mind if she joins your project tomorrow?

Yeah, sure.

You are so stupid!

You're so fucking stupid!

Look at yourselves!

You're doing free gardening for that stupid shithouse over there.

A fucking tinfoil pond! How can you be so fucking stupid?

Hey.

This should be a grave.

A whole cemetery full of all our fucking hopes.

What's your problem?

Luzie, stop it!

What?

Tell me! What is your problem?

Tell me what your fucking problem is!

What is it? What?

I just thought... A "cemetery full of hopes"?

Greetings, Shakespeare!

Mia?

First the incident in the music group and now this.

We do not tolerate violence against others in this clinic.

There's nothing I can do this time, Luzie.

I'm really sorry.

I'm fine!

Nothing's broken or anything.

Maybe she doesn't have to go to her stepfather after all...

Maybe she can go straight to the closed ward.

Or she's out of luck.

Can I come in for a minute?

Is everything all right with you, Mia?

What's going to happen to Luzie?

You can't throw out Luzie, Mrs. Sievers.

My stepfather has a pond.

That bastard!

The pond or your father?

Did you just make a fucking joke?

Fathers are his thing.

The best moment of his life was when his father died.

Shit.

That's sick!

It's not a pond.

I find it quite presentable.

It's kind of a pond.

This is not a pond.

Hey!

A pond is not a pond without fish in it.

Why are they moving like that?

Are these saltwater or freshwater fish?

See? It's gonna be a cemetery after all.

There might be more to bury than fish. - Another Shakespeare?

You also want to bury dreams and hopes?

How about our fears?

Come on!

I hereby bury this fish and my fear of....

Well...

When I was a kid...

...horrible videos were taken of me.

I hereby bury my fear that anyone is watching them right now.

I couldn't do it any longer...

I just couldn't go there anymore.

I know it doesn't make any sense, but....

In my head I kept repeating the same sentence...

I can't go to school if I'm in a wheelchair.

I can't go to school if I'm in a wheelchair.

I hereby bury my fear of ever hurting myself like that again.

What are you guys still doing here?

Trying something else for a change.

Tell me, Grandma.

What's a polar bear?

The climate can not save itself. Hey!

Wake up, wake up and listen to us kids!

Be bold! Be smart!

The climate can not save itself. Hey!

Wake up, wake up and listen to us kids.

Thanks to the music group and to Mr. Maurer!

Welcome.

Actually, we wanted to build a pond.

According to Luzie, a pond is not a pond without fish in it.

If this definition is correct, we had a pond for a couple of minutes.

And I think we can be pretty damn proud of that.

Amazing!

Really great!

The fish have unfortunately died.

So we decided to build them a cemetery.

A Fish Cemetery.

The first of its kind.

At least I think so.

But for us it is much more than just a cemetery for the fish.

To put it in Shakespearean terms...

Fuck it! "Long live the Fish Cemetery!"