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Are you actually wearing pajamas? Like, for real?

Who, me?

Yeah, why?

You just have to put on a nightcap, and you'll look like Ebenezer Scrooge.

Oh, gesundheit.

Charles Dickens? A Christmas Carol?

Ah, yeah. Uh, seems familiar.

Ebenezer Scrooge is an elderly, frustrated,

very virginal white cis man who hates Christmas.

Okay, I'll take it off.

"No, don't look at their eyes," Eva desperately called to Kugel.

But Kugel couldn't resist the three evil witches' spell.

Like a funeral shroud, the curse settled upon Ella's best friend…

-Hmm. -David.

-I'm very worried about Samira. -Why?

I think she's having another panic attack.

Sam?

Sam?

-Sam! -David!

Emergency.

-What happened? -She threatened me. Just turn her off!

Cassandra, hang up.

-Are you sure, David? -Cassandra, hang up, goddammit!

-Mom! -Shut her down!

Do it.

Juno, Princess.

Your mother has decided to shut me…

Cassandra?

Careful.

Okay.

-All right. -Let's put it back there.

Yep.

What are you doing, huh?

You can't just keep Cassandra put away like that.

I'm sorry. Let's talk tomorrow, okay?

Plug her back in, or I won't ever talk to you again.

-Juno, baby. -Go away. Leave me alone.

Juno, wait up.

I know what it sounds like, but those were her words.

I'm not hallucinating, David.

You trust me on this, right?

-Yeah, course I trust you. -Okay.

If we keep on living here, the equipment has to be tossed.

I want it all removed.

The robot, the giant monitors,

everything that's at all connected with her.

She's off, Sam.

Yeah, but she isn't hard to turn back on. Anyone could.

I can lock the cellar door if that would help.

She threatened to murder me.

Yeah.

Just a minute ago,

you said that what she wanted was to get you out of the house.

Um, well, sorry I took that as a murder threat. Are you serious?

Look, I'm just saying let's not… rush to judgment, okay?

You're agitated.

Of course! I'm being threatened by a computer program. Christ.

I was with Juno when Cassandra came up

to inform me you were having a panic attack.

I doubt she'd tell me about it if her goal was to hurt you.

But it's part of her plan.

-What plan? There's-- -You! She'll make you guys turn on me!

David…

You said that you believed me.

I believe…

…that you're not doing well, Sam.

And that you might need to see a professional.

Uh…

You should be in bed.

How long have you been standing there?

The night after Aunt Kathi's death, I was completely awake.

I just couldn't fall asleep.

And then, just when I was about to, I heard… knocking.

Somebody was pounding their fist on the outside of our window.

Immediately, I… assumed I'd misheard.

Or, I don't know, that a bird had hit the window.

Then the knocks came again.

Three more.

At first, I didn't dare look.

I mean, how could anybody knock

from outside the window on the ninth floor?

It's like impossible. Yeah.

All I knew is that if I opened that window,

that outside, I'd find something I didn't wanna find.

But the knocking just continued.

Whatever it was knocked over and over. Three times.

So I went to the window

and pulled back my curtains.

Let me out!

Next thing, I woke up, just covered in sweat.

I don't know. It just felt so real. All of it.

But it was just a nightmare.

And maybe you experienced something similar tonight.

That the latest in astronaut fashion? Or what's it for?

You always say you love me to the moon and back, after all.

Thank you, my dear.

Tell me, should I pick up anything for tomorrow night, honey?

What's tomorrow night, darling?

Isn't Birgit coming over?

I don't recall telling you about that, my dear.

I stopped at the hardware store and met her by chance.

Without Jürgen?

Ah. Unusual for a pregnant lady to pop into the hardware store.

You know Birgit.

I'd better go. I'll see you later.

Peter has an important game today.

As you can see, I've got other plans.

Shooting is more urgent than supporting your son, Horst?

They might move up a league today.

Long as he's not playing, there's no point in cheering for him.

His trainer isn't letting him.

How on earth can he prove what he can do without a chance?

Horst, your firm has been financing the club for years.

I think you're well overdue by now for a little favor.

Hmm?

Ten minutes left. It's a draw.

If it stays this way, things look good for moving up to the higher league.

Peter, you're a real star!

Come on, lads. Don't let the ball in.

-He'll have to move a bit for that. -Come on.

-Come on, guys! Defend! -Up ahead! Center!

Get in there, damn it!

Yes!

Oh no. He just lets the ball slip right through.

-Who put that loser on the field? -Yeah. Who put him on the field?

It's over. Over. The dream is over.

WÜHLHEIM 3 - VISITORS 4

Cheer up.

It's just a game, hon.

Are you for real?

We won't get promoted now. It's because of me, Mom.

Was it your idea to put me on the field?

I think it's very unfair of your trainer to always put you on the bench.

-Thanks a lot. -Hey, Peter, Ms. Schmitt.

-Hey. -Hey, don't take it too hard, huh?

We've all had bad days. It's fine.

I could've scored more too.

Frankie has a garden shed. We, uh…

We're gonna drink away the pain.

You comin'?

Another time. Thanks.

Yeah.

Sweet pea.

It's one thing to fail and another one to run from it.

Come on. Go. It will do you good.

Hmm?

Peter's coming!

Have fun.

Dude, great that you're joining us.

♪ Good morning, good morning… ♪

-Good morning. -Morning.

♪ This night Remained hidden from you ♪

♪ But you mustn't be sad ♪

♪ Good morning, sunshine No, you mustn't be sad ♪

♪ Good morning, sunshine Wake me up and come on in ♪

-Have a good day. -Mm-hmm.

Big hug.

You be good. You too.

Will you be okay?

You didn't need to turn Cassandra back on.

I would've gotten over it. And Juno, as well, sooner or later.

Yeah, I know, but I'm thinking Cassandra's not the problem.

I'm sure therapy will be good.

Just call if you need me, 'kay?

I mean it. I'll leave my phone on.

It's fine, Fynn. Your father will be home all day.

Yeah. We both know he's not really here when he's writing a piece.

Fynn, let's go! We'll miss the bus.

Yeah? Then get going.

-I always have to wait for you. -Buh-bye, guys!

Go.

If we have to run because of you, then you're giving me a piggyback ride.

Cassandra?

Yes, David?

-Can you bring me a towel, please? -Just a moment.

Somehow, I can't shake the feeling

that you've been avoiding me since your last panic attack.

But don't forget.

I am everywhere.

Ah, there you are.

Thanks.

Oh, and could you also run the dishwasher, please?

And I'd love if you could remove the leaves from the driveway later.

Copy that.

Oh.

-You know, class starts in six minutes. -Sorry, I overslept.

Don't I get a…

My mom, she's asking about you.

Why you've been coming over to the house so much.

Well, what did you say?

Nothin'. Just studying.

But they know there's more going on, Steve.

Good for your parents.

Can we stop pretending we're just doing homework

in front of my parents, please?

It's just not their business.

I get that you don't want the world to know, but, Steve,

my parents aren't people we need to hide from.

Someone could easily slip up, Fynn.

They wouldn't.

Trust me.

And your sister?

-Everyone knows everyone here. -Okay, Steve.

-I'm just not ready for that yet. -Okay, okay. You decide, huh?

-Let's go. -You first.

I'm the one who's always late, so…

-Yeah, okay. See ya. -See ya.

In our first meeting, you had expressed your desire to settle in quickly here,

remember that?

Tell me, do you feel you've progressed toward that?

Excuse me.

Samira, I can really only assist you if it's what you want.

I'm here.

Your sister Kathleen took her own life in your old place, in the kitchen, right?

How do you feel?

How do I feel? Like a piece of shit. I failed her.

I tried to help. I bring her to come live with us,

and she commits suicide in our house.

And that's why you moved here.

We couldn't keep living where my sister hung herself.

But Kathi…

It wasn't her fault. She was sick… I…

I just didn't, um… know how sick.

You still have a right to be angry at her.

Your sister took away your safe space, your home.

Could she be hindering you in the goal of creating a new safe space at home now?

Kathi isn't stopping it. It's Cassa…

Who?

I am. I'm who's stopping it.

You're being plagued by self-blame, Samira.

But you can't let that pain rule your life.

That's how you make your home your safe space again.

Go on the offensive.

Welcome back, Samira. How was the shrink?

Enlightening.

Would do you some good too. You should come along next time.

Oh, right. Mm. You can't come out of the house.

Fynn and Juno are my kids. David is my husband.

You live in my house now.

You will lose this fight.

You are nothing but a rusty tin can.

An outdated machine who picks up after us. Not a person of flesh and blood.

Who do you think Juno will go to when she wants someone to snuggle with?

Hmm? Who do you think Fynn will confide in?

And do you seriously think David could love you the way he loves me?

Look at you, Cassandra.

Whoever you might've been once,

you're not her anymore.

Missed a spot there.

Hello, Helga. It's me here. Could I please speak to my husband?

That was when?

Okay, he must be running some errands. No problem.

Thanks. I really appreciate it.

Kick him out now! Come on!

Peter!

Honey? What on earth happened?

They…

…tied me up.

I wanted to run away, but they stopped me.

-Who did? -The guys from soccer.

Oh God. What is…

Oh my… Sweetheart.

Oh my God. What have they done to you?

Come on.

Come. I got you. There we go.

Let's get inside and I'll run you a bath, hon.

You'll feel much better after that, huh?

I'm so sorry, honey.

Have you called Dad yet?

I think it's better if we don't tell your father about it.

-Hmm? -He'll find out, Mom.

Not if you and I agree to forget the whole thing, hmm?

You wouldn't call the police, now, would you?

It would get into the newspapers.

The whole town would be talking about nothing else.

Sweet pea, this could follow you forever, but it doesn't need to.

"Peter Schmitt, wasn't he the boy abused in that shed?"

That's how they'd talk.

You'd never get past it all.

Just remember, Peter. You'd be the victim.

I only want to protect you.

Time heals all wounds. You'll see.

And you'll be done with soccer forever. Hmm?

I promise.

TOMKE RINSED IT DOWN

"Tomke rinsed it down."

"Tomke rinsed it down."

That's nonsense.

Can I help you, David?

Ah, I'm not really sure you'd be able to help me with my book.

Do you already have an idea?

An idea, yeah, but… but not a plan.

Would you like to tell me about it?

You'd probably need to be familiar with my novels.

-I am. I've read them all. -What?

When I found out that you're an author, I became curious.

And such a successful one, at that.

I'm sorry.

-I should have asked beforehand. -No. It's all good.

I just, uh…

I'm honestly just kind of surprised that you had an interest.

It's just… just really unbelievable.

Not even my own wife reads all my books.

Not… of her own free will.

Oh, that's a real shame.

Yeah.

Yeah, um… She's not really a crime fan.

And the erotic components, she finds a bit stupid, so…

I don't understand that.

Inspector Romeo is tender, sensitive, and sensual.

You've created one of the most exciting characters

in the crime fiction genre.

Yeah.

Inspector Romeo is made of only words, descriptions, and illustrations.

He's not a person of flesh and blood.

And yet, he manages to touch his readers.

How is that possible?

Well, he inspires our fantasies, right?

Does that mean I can inspire your fantasies as well?

Hmm?

-Come on! -Let's keep up!

-Tight defense. -Right here. Come on. Pass.

-Steve! Here! Over here! -Pass it!

-Block it. -Get on his left.

-Come on! -Yeah, yeah! Give it to me!

Yeah!

That's it. Team A wins.

Bro, what's going on tonight?

I was free.

Do you think I can't throw a ball, or am I simply invisible to you now?

What is this? Our first fight now?

Hey, sorry. I didn't mean it like that.

Don't act like I'm garbage. 'Kay, Steve?

It's not so sexy.

Okay.

What the hell? You coming on to me, man?

Hey, wait up. What a f--

♪ Dear little fox Let me tell you, just don't be a thief ♪

♪ Just don't be a thief ♪

♪ You don't need a roast goose Content yourself with the mouse ♪

Bravo! Very nice! You definitely have my vote.

Mine too.

-When is your audition? -Tomorrow.

I'm not gonna get that part, though, Mama. Emily's voice is better, so…

Well, we'll see, honey.

But I'm sure there are tons of other amazing roles in the play. Hmm?

Mm-mm?

-Mm-mm. -Hmm.

-Hmm? -No! Mama! Mom!

-You're too cute! -Mama, stop! Mama!

No!

What do you say we go away for the holidays?

Hmm?

You, Fynn, me, and Dad.

Somewhere with tons of snow. Tons.

Oh, yeah. Please, Mama.

That'd be so cool.

But then I'll be here all by myself.

We'll come right back, Cassandra.

Fynn?

Cassandra, lights on.

-Be right back, honey. -Mm-hmm.

Hey.

Hey.

What happened?

Uh, this?

I just bumped into somebody playing basketball earlier.

You should see the other guy.

It's all good. Really.

A freak accident.

I'm sorry to interrupt, Fynn.

You've got a visitor.

♪ Else the huntsman Will get you with the shooting rifle ♪

Yes, that was quite good. But may I give you some advice, Princess?

Your classmate, she might sing particularly well.

It's possible, nonetheless, that she'll miss out on that role.

-Really? -Really.

I have an idea to convince your teacher of the fact that you are the right choice.

But you have to promise never to tell anybody about it.

-Not even Fynn or your parents. -Okay.

Promise?

I pinky swear.

Good. You have to sneak into your parents' bedroom.

Your mom has hidden something in there

that will make your performance unforgettable.

The surprise is hidden underneath your mom's bed.

Wanted to see me?

It's about Peter, as you might've guessed.

What about him?

Not only are his grades suffering. It's his overall performance.

Sometimes it seems as if he isn't even here in class at all.

Peter's sometimes a bit of a dreamer. The lessons might've been very dull.

I don't think that was the case, Mrs. Schmitt.

Just today I had to touch his arm to snap him out of his thoughts.

I'd called his name three times, but he wasn't reacting.

It seems like he experienced something that's weighing on him.

Hey.

Listen.

We're really, really sorry about what happened.

You got that, don't you?

Peter?

Hey, Peter. Come on. Look at me. Here.

We just wanted to say that you got a lot of things coming your way.

Did you see his face?

He almost shit his pants…

Peter, dinner's ready!

Coming down?

Peter?

Darling?

Peter?

Where have you been? I was worried about you.

I'm not a victim anymore, Mom.

They won't be making fun of me anymore.

What have you done?

Practicing?

Come here. Let me see.

Just show me?

Look, I… I don't know what came over me.

I… I didn't mean it. You know that, right?

Well, it felt a little differently for me, Steve.

-So, what do we do? -"We"?

We won't be doing anything.

Fynn, please.

Every time I think we're moving ahead, you keep on moving us right back.

Sorry, Steve. I don't want that.

I mean, it's the 21st century. Even if not everybody understands that.

The people here aren't ready. I told you that.

-The others? -Yeah.

Of course, they're to blame.

Was it also the others who hit me in the face today?

I told you, we have to be careful, or else everyone will know.

Hey.

I wanna be with you, okay?

And there's not a moment when I don't think of you.

Let me try to fix things. Please.

I think it would be best for you to leave now. Hmm?

She's right.

Cassandra?

Were you pregnant twice?

I don't understand the question.

This picture's of you, right?

With your son?

-What is this shit? -Leave Fynn alone.

You better not come anywhere near my son ever again.

Your son?

A second child wasn't mentioned anywhere.

What happened?

Hmm?

Cassandra, what have you done?

I… I… I… I… I…

Mom?

Say something, please.

Take off your clothes.

Move it.

All of it.

Oh, come on. I've changed your diapers, goddammit.

What are you gonna do?

It'll all be fine.

♪ It could well be That you often ♪

♪ Take yourself much too seriously ♪

♪ Desperately hoping for a fire ♪

♪ Where only embers are left ♪

♪ Even when something hurts a lot ♪

♪ It doesn't mean that you will die ♪

♪ No, don't worry about me ♪

♪ You know I love life ♪

♪ And even if I sometimes still cry over you ♪

♪ That will surely pass ♪

♪ What could happen to me anyway? ♪

♪ Trust me, I love life ♪

Oh, excuse me. Did you say something?

I didn't.

-Hmm. -All good here?

All good. You check the kids?

Yeah. Mm, Juno got a bit scared, you know, but…

I guess it could be like, uh… I don't know. A power surge.

Yeah, yeah. Probably.

We really shouldn't complain, right? We wanted this house.

It's nice to have you back.

It's clear you're doing better since starting the therapy sessions.

Mm.

I'm proud of you, honey. I really am.

♪ His big, long rifle ♪

♪ Takes a shot at you ♪

♪ Takes a shot at you ♪

♪ So that the red ink will dye you ♪

♪ And then you are dead ♪

Wonderful, Emily. Wow.

Thank you.

So coming up next, we have

Juno.

Ready? Do your best.

Shush, please.

♪ Fox You have stolen the goose ♪

♪ Give it back again ♪

♪ Give it back again ♪

♪ Else the huntsman will get you ♪

♪ With the shooting rifle ♪

♪ Else the huntsman will get you With the shooting rifle ♪

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