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DEM FILM PRESENTS

The following film describes an authentic case from 1992.

Germany has undergone a change.

The homes for refugees are overcrowded.

The government's retreating. The local police is on its own.

A large part of the population is out of control trying to resist.

Only the experts are looking for a solution, but with no success.

Ladies and gentlemen. Dear boys and girls...

Enjoy with us a world of love during the next few minutes,

a world of fear, sex...

... and death.

Enjoy the world we're living in.

Enjoy yourselves.

GERMANY OUT OF CONTROL

On 17 April the West German social worker, Peter Fricke, disappeared.

His job: to take the Pavlaks, a Polish family,

to the refugee home in Rassau. He never arrived.

There's still no trace of the Polish family.

I'm Peter Fricke, your social worker.

Refugee train Rassau, 17 April.

Come on, give me a hand.

I'm taking you to a refugee-home with Turks, Russians,...

... Jews and Negroes.

Mannie, stop jerking off!

Bösi is going nuts. He wants to fuck the Poles...

Come on...

Resist... resist...

here and now in this country of ours...

resist... resist...

Shut up, Nigger!

And one for Mommy.

And one for Daddy.

Help the Poles...

And one for the socialist.

Don't fall asleep...

Don't fall asleep...

Bösi goes hoppity, Mausi goes hoppity-hop...

You whore.

Don't fall asleep.

The party's over!

Are you nuts, Bösi? This isn't our house.

Who is that?

I'm Peter Fricke, a social worker.

Okay, you're Fuckie, I'm Mannie, and you keep your trap shut.

FOR WIBKE.

BÖSSKER'S FURNITURE

Highway to Rassau, 21 April.

THE INSPECTOR COMES.

... Remembering how the father, mother and daughter,

as well as the social worker, Peter Fricke, disappeared...

the only evidence so far: some blond plaited hair.

plaited hair from a child... How perverse...

I can sense it.

Remember when I had my hair blond?

That used to really turn you on, that long blond hair.

Margret, shut your trap.

THE CITY OF RASSAU

SMASH THE POKES

The town of Rassau, one hour later.

A CHANCELLOR FOR GERMANY

Rassau is super.

The furniture store's gotta stay.

Oh, great. - Margret, shut your trap.

Pop, pop, poppy, poptest, pop, pop, poop!

Those young jerks think they can get things done without working.

What's going on here?

Don't get uptight, Uncle. It's all under control.

A supermarket needs advertising, and ads bring in customers.

With no advertising, nothing will work here.

Do you understand? Let me take things over.

Rassau is as good as its furniture store.

And that's why we've got Peter Met with one of his famous stunts.

Hey guys. Here I am.

A moped is not a sofa.

That's why Peter Met is going to jump over...

... three steel cabinets.

Let's hear it for Peter Met. Let's hear it for Rassau 2000.

Steel cabinets?

Are you ready?

Okay, I'm ready.

Herr Met!

Be careful, the Chancellor.

Margret.

Herr Met!

Herr Met! Herr Met!

What an amateur! We couldn't have got away with that in Gladbeck.

But Uncle, Rassau isn't Gladbeck.

I'll get him. I'll kill him. I'll smash that fucker to pieces.

Bösi, you goddam fucker! Get rid of that asshole.

Shit!

Take cover!

Bösi, I love you...

I love you! - Get out of the way!

Enough of that.

Peter, what are you doing? You don't even know the man.

We're talking to Mr. Körn,

task force leader for the federal police. Are you in touch?

We're in touch with the getaway car... observing it.

GLADBECK, 7 YEARS AGO

Do you know where the car is?

... Or what's going on at all? - They're coming, Peter.

Wibke, I love you. You've got a sexy ass.

Wibke, let me fuck you. We'll get it going.

Kalle, shut up. That pussy's getting on my nerves.

I don't know who you are, but you look somehow familiar.

If you shoot at my car again, I'll get you.

I'll fire a bullet into your brain, okay?

Uncle?

Now it's your turn, you queer. You suburban asshole.

I'm here because of the Poles, and I want to know

why Peter Fricke disappeared on 17 April...

Your fucking balls mean as much to me as your furniture store.

And tell that guy I'm gonna kick him in the face.

And I mean it, okay?

On 17 April the West German social worker Peter Fricke

disappeared on the way from Warsaw to Dresden.

His job:

to take the Pavlaks, a Polish family, to a Rassau refugee home.

Peter Fricke never arrived... No trace of the Polish family.

Peter, where does it come from... all this hatred?

Margret, German courts aren't working.

Germany's got to get tougher. - Hey, Körn...

Let me put this straight. That was the last time, you goddam fucker.

You ain't doing that to me again.

Gladbeck's over with. You lost.

Martina and I are happy. I've got a furniture store.

I've got a secure living.

Bössler had found refuge. And Inspector Körn realized

that Bössler now possessed what Gladbeck had taken from him:

LOVE!

Say it! SAY IT!

Say it...

SAY IT!

Wibke...

Wibke, I love you!

They are down there in the car!

Wibke!

Mea culpa...

Kim Li!

The Rassau refugee home, 2:05 pm.

Kim Li, wait!

Evamaria, the chief inspector is here.

Evamaria, you're so beautiful!

Uli, shut your trap!

Hello, Inspector... May I give you these flowers.

And may I introduce my mother and my brother...

And I dearly hope everything will all be solved.

Here you are.

We're here about Peter Fricke. - Nice to meet you.

I'll show you the enclosure.

Poland, Dachau, Treblinka!

Saturday/Sunday, wake up at 7, coffee at 7:30...

... then coffee again at 9 and 12 am.

Then dinner at 5/5:30 pm and the chance to make coffee.

They drink it differently, sometimes strong or not so strong.

Attention, the warden. - Attention, the warden.

1. Eight to a room. 2. Rarely twelve.

3. Water in the hall. 4. Heated when 0 degrees.

Visitors! You'll get bedsores.

Herr Matumba, visitors. You'll get bedsores.

Asshole!

How do you like Germany?

Not good. Always tired. Sleep all day.

Well, well, Herr Matumba. Well...

That's because you don't do a thing.

Shit, shit, shit!

Frau Braun, what's wrong? - Back in the wardrobe...

... in your furniture store. Just imagine... a transsexual.

A transsexual in my furniture store. Get the customers out!

Dear customers!

Bössler's furniture store is closing in a minute.

Leave the store at once!

GET OUT!

Get that pig out of here!

I know you are hungry. My mother brought a cooker along

and is filling up. There's the food. Let's eat.

Good, Mother. Good, Mother...

Oh, yes. Thank you. - Alphabet soup!

They broke both of my mother's legs, because she collected...

... the signatures against the furniture store.

It used to be a meadow!

Wait... Who broke whose legs?

My mother...

There are masked men who want to torment my mother...

... and break in and break everything and rape Negroes and so on.

Hey, you cripple, watch out! - Peter!

How dare you! My mother isn't a cripple!

My mother is a saint! It's better for us to go now!

There they are. - It's the Bösslers!

Those pigs!

Margret!

Where does it come from... all this hatred?

WHERE DOES IT COME FROM... ALL THIS HATRED?

THE NAZIS ARE COMING!

That's Kühnen, isn't it? The German Neonazi.

What's he doing here? I thought he had AIDS.

On behalf of Rassau, welcome!

The Führer has come to Rassau.

The Führer pays his regards to Rassau.

Those damned Nazis. Germany's full of them.

What are you doing?

I'm going to write down their licence number.

But Margret, their number is well known!

BE QUIET please!

Young Germans from all regions,

Comrade Ratz is speaking to you!

Adolf Hitler was a Nazi. My mother was a Nazi.

My father was a Nazi.

I'm a Nazi!

You don't need any weapons. You are the weapon!

To those, afraid of the future

these words: PEOPLE

NATION

AND RACE, will mean something special.

The pride in being a German

can't be taken away from you.

Let me say one thing:

The lie about Auschwitz!

All the others may be disloyal, we will remain loyal!

Comrades!

The coloured people are delinquents,

drug dealers, do-nothings, criminals.

Comrades! We should throw them all out!

We leave no traces. Our work is clean.

Here and now and for 1,000 years! Thank you! Heil Hitler!

Long live hatred!

Long live hatred!

Long live hatred!

Leave me alone!

Margret, please. Wibke's got a sexy ass. - She hasn't.

Yes, she has! - No! - Wibke's got a sexy ass!

My sexy ass!

I'm through with life!

I'm hungry for hatred.

Let me go! - Martina, I know you...

Gladbeck!

On the motorway.

Yeah, I remember. You were a real hot piece of meat!

Martina! - I won't say a thing!

Well then, let's fuck first, and you tell me the story later.

Show me your ass! - I'll show you my ass... but from behind!

Where was your husband on 17 April? I won't let loose.

SHOW ME YOUR ASS!

I saw you, Peter!

That was Martina from Gladbeck, wasn't it, Peter?

You're not fooling me, Peter! - So what! Shut up!

The transvestite was dead,

and there was no trace of the Poles.

Inspector Körn realized there were things in life...

you just could not explain.

Today: people, animals, sensations.

Our guest today:

Pupilla, the healer, famous from film, radio, and TV.

The healer's coming!

Pupilla, the Poles are gone... What do you think of that?

The police are fat and dumb.

I'll save them. I need you...

... and you and you! - Have the police failed?

They always fail.

The police always fail!

Peter, it's Pupilla, the healer. She's going to look for the Poles.

What the fuck, Margret...!

Your Pupilla's got no business here. Tell her to fuck off.

She's got no business here! - But Peter, Pupilla's good...

she cured my cancer!

Leave Satan...leave Satan...

YOU MUST HEAL!

THE SEARCH BEGINS

Fiat Lux... Fiat Lux...

It's the cop. - I've had it!

I can see Warsaw, Peking, Treblinka!

A red place. BLOOD!

The Poles are full of blood!

They need our help!

Don't come any closer, cop! You stinking pig!

All I say is: GLADBECK! - I'm not listening to you!

Shut up!

You asshole! - Shut up!

Fiat Lux!

QUIET!

Pupilla, what's wrong? What do you see?

Körn, FBI... What do you see?

I can see the Poles! The Polish family's alive!

Hurray...! Hurray...!

Run... to the refugee-home... Run!

I sense something! I'm excited!

Police report 411.

First trace discovered in the case of missing Poles.

We've joined a healer.

The terrain is difficult. Signed: Margret Körn.

I sense it, I feel it...

It's coming closer...

Here it is! Here it is!

Pupilla!

Hurray...! Hurray!

The Poles are alive! They are alive!

Pupilla had found the Poles.

Margret had to admit that some women could do more than her.

Give me the sack! Please! The sack, please!

Let go...!

It's the Poles... It's the Poles...

We've got to notify the brother of the Poles.

It's the Poles...

... take hold of them!

Nearly every foreigner has got cocaine in his anus,

I'll open the anus of this foreign woman and look for condoms.

Please, Frau Höller.

Where have you got the cocaine?

Where have you hidden it?

Herr Pavlak, it isn't easy for me.

Look at me, Herr Pavlak. I want you to look at me.

Your father...

... your mother...

... and your little sister...

... are dead! They're dead!

We did what we could. Now it's your turn.

Herr Pavlak, violence is no solution.

Margret!

Herr Pavlak!

That's him! Kill him!

Margret!

Herr Pavlak!

Herr Pavlak, my God, Herr Pavlak! That means war!

Help, I want war. I want war!

Margret, I do too...

THE MINISTER ARRIVES

The Minister's at position 14. Security stage 33.

Switch off section.

Soldiers and workers...

Do you really want... Are you, the German people, ready...

... if the Führer would ask or even demand it...

... to work for 14/16 hours a day...

Be tough, get him, demand it all:

1,000 men, tanks, air force!

How do I look, Margret? - Tough, Peter, damned tough!

Thanks.

I'm Körn from the FBI. Out of my way... ridiculous.

Herr Minister, I welcome you on behalf of the FBI.

We need reinforcement. - Help, we need reinforcement.

How's the leg?

Fiat Lux! - Let's go!

We'll keep on it!

I've gotta start. I can't wait!

Pull yourself together, Mannie. - I can't!

He'll be there in a second.

Before the city wall of Rassau the funeral...

of the Pavlaks, the missing Poles, is taking place.

The Poles are dead.

And there's no trace of the social worker Peter Fricke, age 30.

Pull yourself together.

At this moment the German Minister of the Interior has just arrived.

Nothing will stop him from attending this sad occasion.

Among the funeral guests: Rassau's mayor and a few foreigners.

A sad bit of German history is unfolding.

Children, attention!

Herr Minister...

On behalf of Rassau, welcome.

Rassau mourns. Rassau is delighted that you are here.

Everything will be okay. See you at the grave.

Thank you, Herr Minister. - Out of my way, you cripple!

OUT OF THE WAY, CRIPPLE!

Oh, Kord...!

Oh, Kord...

We have come together to pay our last respects.

The Pavlaks are dead...

People in search of a haven, where there was none.

People are complaining that they've got no home.

I have no solution. I can only say:

GERMANY IS NOT AMERICA!

WE'RE NOT AN IMMIGRATION COUNTRY!

Oh, you people, you monsters!

Oh, you monsters!

Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of an enlarged Germany

the Minister of the Interior would like to speak.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

On behalf of the Federal Republic of Germany I am mourning.

Three Poles are dead.

An entire family, an endless drain.

That is not Germany. It's a black spot. It must be removed.

ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST.

SISTER AND BROTHER TO MOTHER AND FATHER.

On behalf of the Federal Republic of Germany I throw

this wreath as a reminder into this simple grave.

The Rassau Refugee Choir will now sing

a motet for the one-year asylum law in Germany!

Good-bye, good-bye...

... don't stay away so long...

Herr Minister...

Peter's good. You've let him down. But you've got to help him.

What kind of ring is that? Goebbel's cyanide ring?

Yes... we are leaving!

You're leaving? But Minister... we need reinforcement.

Nothing is permitted without your personal OK. - Körn...

... be quiet. You had your chance. Now it's their turn.

We are in the same boat. - Your presence doesn't suit me.

What do you think how I feel? - You'll get nothing from me!

What cowards. While you stuff yourselves, I do the dirty work.

You goddam interior asshole. I comb every inch of the way!

Fuck you! You're all just a bunch of pussies compared to me!

Police report 412: 1. The government failed.

2. The police is on its own. 3. Guerilla warfare can begin.

I'll fuck all of you. - The Minister's gone,

All's so quiet in Rassau. Mechthild Sodlos for PV-Nut. Good evening.

No quiet... here bullshit... ,,good evening".

You fuck-fuck...

You white shit... you stink.

Tonight we make our fuck-fuck...

Fuck-fuck...

Fuck-fuck...

Herr Matumba, what's going on here? What have you done?

That's evil...! - Shut your trap!

You've got to adapt, or you'll sink.

You earn much. We get nothing. Matumba good, you bad.

You're prejudiced. I don't reproach you for taking handouts.

You bullshit. Get lost.

Food in camp is shitty! Food in camp is whitty!

Herr Matumba, I beg you... It's your home, too.

Ain't home. Destroy whatever is destroying you!

Mommy... what's going on?

The refugees want to go back to their homelands. Let's go.

I've got 5 bicycle permits. - Open the door!

Peter, you're no Nazi. Peter, you're good!

The Minister of the Interior is a Nazi, not you!

I'm from the FBI, Margret. Am I a Nazi?

But Peter, Nazis are bad. They forget love.

They just want to impress people. But we want goodness!

Nazis never want goodness.

I'm full of hate, Margret.

Margret, I'm full of hate.

Peter, I never promised you a rose garden.

The police were probably so shocked by the gangsters on TV...

that they decided to put an end to it no matter what.

Bounce your beautiful ass!

Fucking great the way you do that!

You hot pussy...

Yeah, that makes me hot!

You don't want to stick in it?

Shut up. I've already come.

Who's that? - Kalle, it's me, Mannie!

Mannie. - Shit... that asshole.

KALLEEE!

You look shitty. Did you lick her? - Mind your own shit!

Bring me a nigger.

Rassau city, the same evening.

Stop! Stop!

Herr Matumba, you're endangering your safety. Don't!

I can't guarantee a thing. The place is jumping with racists!

Shut your trap! Ain't no good evening! White shit!

Now we make fuck-fuck! - Fuck-fuck...

Mommy...

What are you doing? - QUIET!

Zanussi, come, delicious...

I can't take any more.

You're so funny.

I'm so funny? You're so funny. We're so funny.

This whole place is funny!

What's the matter with you?

Where was your husband when the Poles were killed?

Kalle was with me.

We were snuggling.

You want a mouthwash? - No.

You can have one!

MOMMY!

The cop's an asshole. The cop's full of shit. The cop's fat.

I'm coming... I'm coming...

MOMMY...

I'M COMING!

Shit, let's get out of here!

I'm gonny get you!

Help, help! Let me out!

QUIET!

Okay, Pole. What are you doing?

The Pope hurt Mommy.

I can't get out!

Okay, Pole. You can't get out... and I'm the Pope. - Mummy!

Nigger, shut up. - Don't hurt me.

The Lord is my shepherd, and I'm his outlet!

Peter, you're a real good piece. - You've got a nice ass.

Here at the Rassau Refugee Home the worst race riots took place.

They say,,concentration camp" and don't even know what it is.

They're smashing the beds and the cupboards...

They've been given a roof over their heads and food to eat...

And all that is left is: INGRATITUDE!

Next to me is the warden who miraculously survived.

Frau Poschloth, what happened?

It was the worst day of my life. We were kicked and beaten.

My lower abdomen has been ruined.

The sheriff knocked me in the... on the head...

The public is becoming annoyed.

People feel it would be better to stop looking...

... for the missing social worker Peter Fricke.

Here you are... I've got you.

I was awake all night.

Do you realize what you've done? The whole town is going crazy.

You've made a fool of yourself.

We're no,,thug" or,,fucker club".

Where were you? Did you sleep with her?

You were with Martina. Say it! You were with her! I know it!

You're a pig!

Make way...!

Herr Ratz... are you the head of the National front?

I've told you, I can't stand seeing...

people, who just want to build up this country again,

and make Germany into what it was, be suspected...

of violence, just because a few foreigners were found dead.

Listen, we can't stand Jews...

... because they took off in '33 to got to Hollywood...

Serbs, Lithuanians, Serbocroats, Bosnians and Mongolians...

all that stuff: Chinese, Indians, all those chewed up folks.

We want to restore the German way of life, the national way,

and protect Germanic culture. - Heil Hitler!

Listen here, It's part of my programme, my method... get it?

Violence doesn't work with Martina.

I can only get to this sack of worms from the inside.

You hurt me, Peter. - Marget... Margret...

I'm getting tougher... I'll prove it to you.

Peter, I love you!

Is this an open party or private?

You danced nicely. You've got a nice, sexy ass.

Everyone knew me, and I knew everyone. I was on top.

We don't want to listen to your old tales, Körn.

Not now, not in the future, not in 1,000 years. Heil!

I could run and fart,

laugh and hate.

You made me an ass-fucker. At night I dream of Wibke.

She screams at me: You ass-fucker!

You ass-fucker...

Oh... Peter.

Rassau shit. We're confused. Don't know what's good or shit.

Germany to blame. You good! We don't want to fuck!

We don't want to fuck! - Mr. Persian, you don't need to cry.

I enjoyed it. - Mr. Persian, it's too late for balling.

Let's eat!

We don't eat. We want to fuck and dance.

Stay here...!

Say it... Herr Jablonski, what should I say?

Wibke. - Wibke?

Wibke, Wibke, Wibke!

Leave my mother alone!

What are you doing?

Leave my mother alone!

The atrocities in Rassau are beyond comprehension.

In the afternoon the bodies of the last refugees were found.

A new dimension of political terror. An assassination of our conscience.

Could the massacre have been stopped by finding the social worker Fricke?

The man from the FBI refused to answer this question.

What it means in such a situation to be called incompetent

is something almost no one can imagine.

Peter, what are you going to do?

Martina, enough is enough. We must think of our careers.

Now it's our turn.

Oh, Lord. Unfathomable are your ways...

... and more unfathomable those who walk on them.

Oh, Lord. Unfathomable are your ways...

... and more unfathomable those who walk on them.

How do you look? That's how you look... How...?

Like a nigger! - Yeah!

You heard the radio. This is an interrogation.

I'm not talking. - Look at that. I know it hurts.

Hatred is not something you're born with.

Where was your husband on 17 April?

Margret, go and look for mushrooms!

My husband was on the train that night. That's what you wanted, right?

Where is Peter Fricke?

In a hole in the ground, in a toilet container.

I can't take any more. - I can't either.

I've got a right to a bit of happiness.

I love Germany, and they hate Germany.

We love Germany, because it's German...

and not because it is Polish!

Michael from Künen has written a poem for us...

which romantically describes the,,Battle of Rassau".

Unfortunately Michael has been weakened by the radical conflict...

If you please, Karl-Heinz.

The Battle of Rassau has been waged, the enemy eliminated.

The courage of unknown heroes...

... takes in meaning...

Long live eternal Germany... We commemorate...

Jablonski wants to see you.

Martina blabbed! - Private... Heil!

The Battle of Rassau is won, and we conclude by singing...

our Horst Wessel song.

Raise the flags, straight the line...

The SA marches determined in step...

Herr Körn, over here...

Peter, be careful!

Don't touch a thing.

Take the sheet off!

Oh, my God... Why Fricke...

... of all people?

Fricke was perverse.

I know what that is... it's Joop.

What did you tell him? What have you told this guy? What have you..

... been drinking, you pig?

It's all over, you lousy bitch!

Traitor!

Put her in the chair...

You traitor, you slut... Lick her pussy till it's raw!

Rip the pussies pork off!

Out of the way...!

We're in front of the motel in Rassau, the news hit like a bomb.

The only witness in the case of the perverse social worker is in a coma.

Abused, raped and massacred.

What appeared to be a triumph for the 240 pound investigator...

... is falling slowly but surely to pieces.

The witness is alive!

Herr Körn, the main witness is dying. Martina Bartsch is a mess.

The government is demanding your resignation. When are you quitting?

NO COMMENT! Margret!

Guard the door. If anyone wants to get in, neutralize them.

And send Körn in. Don't say why. Just send him in here.

Wibke?

Wibke?

Wibke!

Peter... it's dreadful...

She is completely distorted.

A wreck!

Peter, what's wrong?

WIBKEEEE!

5 days on the run, 5 days without washing.

5 days of hunger, thirst and fear.

It's time at last.

The gangsters' car is racing towards the barricade with the hostages.

Will Bössler be able to withstand the forces against him?

How will he react?

Wibke, I love you!

Out of my way! - They're down there in the car!

Peter!

PETERRR!

Murderer, murderer, murderer...

Murderer, murderer...

I'm Wibke, and you killed me, you pig!

I'm Wibke, and you killed me, you pig!

I'm Wibke, and you killed me, you pig!

I'm Wibke, and you killed me, you pig!

And now? - Germany must be tougher.

And you? - I'm scared as hell!

Thank you.

I'm through with life.

I'm hungry for hatred.