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It has now been proven that former
FNN publishers reporter Hellstrom

misquoted his informants
and falsified information.

What made the experienced journalist
publish such an article is not known.

Hellstrom himself refuses to comment.

However, Chief Editor Joachim Paschke

will be giving a statement
tomorrow at 3 p.m.

THE HOUSE

Mr and Mrs Hellstrom,

we will reach the jetty in 65 minutes.

Local weather: cloudy,
with a 40 percent chance of rain.

Temperature: 11 degrees Celsius.

Wind speed: Three.

You have reached your destination.

Take care when disembarking.

We hope to welcome you again soon.

Goodbye, Mr and Mrs Hellstrom.

- It's been a long time.
- Ah, the fireplace is finished.

What if my publishing ban
isn't enough for them?

This is the safest place in the world.

Yes.

Open door.

You're an old-fashioned
creature of habit.

- The last one for both of us.
- Yes.

It senses a toxic fume attack.

Warm, not hot.

Warm! Warm, not hot!

Warmer. Warmer.

Warmer!

Lu?

- What are you doing?
- Reminiscing.

A regatta from the '60s.

My parents' summer parties,
in Blankenese.

Ski vacation.

Christmas at my parents' place.

My siblings and all their wild kids.

Christmas and kids.

Yeah.

I'm a good aunt.

Look, there's the house.

I think.

Just before the rebuild.

There wasn't even electricity
on the island then.

- Ah! Farhood!
- Mr Hellstrom!

I wasn't expecting you so early.

It's nice to see you again.

How are your children?

- Your wife?
- Better, thank you.

I'm glad.

Did you hear what they're saying
about me on the news?

I don't really watch the news.

Maybe better that way.

I'm not interested.

But you know that they want
to deport all refugees?

"Repatriating."

They won't send us back.

Because you're naturalized?

That party won't care about that
when they have sole power.

Who'll keep the islands supplied?

No idea. Unemployed Germans, maybe.

Nice watch!

An heirloom from my father-in-law.

It does everything but tell the time.

- As always.
- Thank you.

I have to go.
See you soon, Mr Hellstrom.

- Should I help?
- I can manage, thanks.

I'll see myself out.

The house knows me.

Unemployed Germans!

"We must inform you that you are subject

to a publishing ban,
effective immediately."

The Interior Ministry!

- Johann, my hands are tied.
- Yeah, yeah!

You only care about
protecting the company.

Save your breath, Joachim!
You can kiss my ass!

Johann, please!

September 16th, 2029.

Yesterday I was banned from
expressing myself publicly in any way.

They want to silence me.
With the elections coming up soon.

And now I'm sitting here, writing.

I don't know why...

or for whom.

My article was impeccably researched,

but I have been denied
the chance to defend myself.

Music on.

Next one.

Film... Film off.

Is everything okay with the house?

Why? Because you didn't like the photos?

I get the feeling
the house doesn't like me.

It's nothing to do with liking.

The house just knows me better.

Couldn't we call the hotline anyway?

They can't identify anything remotely.

It's a closed system.

It just has to learn who you are.

And in the end...

the two of you will be
an inseparable unit.

Like us.

That sounds a bit creepy.

Leave them closed.

ANALYSIS: LOW IRON, LOW CALCIUM

SUPPLEMENTS: 15 MG IRON, 10 MG CALCIUM

Layla here.

It's happened.

Put the news on.
We'll do everything as discussed.

Layla.

Call from Paschke.

Call from Paschke.

Call from Paschke.

What's up? What do you want?

Johann? Have you heard?

I'm out of it all, and you know why.

- I want nothing to do with it.
- There was a bomb attack.

At the opening ceremony
of the new police unit.

And?

It's bad.

Twenty-three dead,
lots of serious injuries.

Three dead kids. Families were present.

Some of the high-ranking officials

who support privatizing parts
of the force were there.

They were sitting with canapés
and drinks when... BOOM! Yeah?

Now some government representatives
are blaming it on your article.

Even the liberal press
are getting on board.

They say it was the spark

that lit the idealistic powder keg.

Then you can be glad you got rid of me.

I'm on your side.
There's just too much pressure.

- Listen to yourself, Paschke!
- Look...

Stay at the house.
A terrorism warning has been issued.

You just have to keep
your head down for a while.

Shit!

Take care of yourself.

And of Lucia.

In an initial statement, the Chancellor
expressed sympathy for the families

of the victims
of this underhanded attack.

At the same time, he blamed
the opposition and "anti-German" press

for this new dimension of violence,

which isn't only directed at the state,
but in particular at the police.

I will now speak to Interior Ministry
Secretary of State Volker Claas,

who will share the latest
developments with us.

What can you tell us
about the situation there,

and how are you dealing with it?

Officers are trying to get
the situation under control.

The injured are being
taken to hospitals.

Ten people are currently
in a critical condition.

We will find those responsible...

Off.

They'll destroy me.

You didn't tell anyone
to blow people up.

I attacked the system in my article.
They'll destroy me.

You didn't. You criticised it.

For secretly using civil militia
against our own citizens.

That's a criticism of policy,
not the police.

You have to get rid of me.

- I'm a danger to you.
- You think I'm any less at risk?

I defended Layla.

She's only an activist.

"Not in my name."

That is how I would begin the article
that I would now have to write.

But now I'm not allowed to.
It makes me want to scream.

I'm filled with pain
at the senseless loss of innocent life

and anger at criminals who believe

they are fighting for freedom
and democracy, in my name.

Armed conflict is the wrong means
against those who seek a state of war.

The first casualty of war is the truth,
which they are so afraid of.

We're trying to follow your plan.
I haven't heard from the others.

Fuck!

Respond.

I'm sorry it's so stressful.

Do you have the photos?

Take care of yourselves. And hurry up.

Send.

Lucia?

Open door.

Open door!

Close door.

What's this?

A gun.

Where did it come from?

Where did you find it?

In the study.

Not a good hiding place, I know.

Lucia!

There's a sub-machine gun
lying around down there!

Fully automatic.

With integrated night vision.
That's what Layla told me.

She asked me to hide it for her.

So you did?

Who does she want to use it on?

I don't know.

I'm a dissident, Lu!

If they find this in our house...

I believe in Layla's struggle, Johann.

Are you nuts?

Defend your darling Layla's
anarchic ideology if you want,

but you really mean this?

You think that's right? Yeah?

The attack? Killing? Dead children?

She has nothing to do with that.

How do you know?

You have some weird,
glorified view of Layla.

- As if you're her mother!
- Put the gun away!

It's cool, isn't it? It's cool!

Don't play with weapons in my house.

In "your" house!

In our house.

I should have told you. I'm sorry.

Saying "your darling" was a bit much,

but this thing has to go.

The house led me to the gun.

Doors opened and closed on their own
until I got down to the study.

They didn't do
what I said until I had the gun.

You're trying to scare me.

Does someone have access to the house?

How?

It's a closed network,
with its own server.

The communications data are separate.
And encrypted.

You'll have to check it over.

And please put the gun back, okay?

Next one.

Continue.

Continue.

Continue.

Next one.

Continue.

Call Peace of Mind.

What can I do for you, Mr Hellstrom?

Continue.

Next one.

Continue.

Next one. Off.

They'll send someone.

- They said we shouldn't worry.
- When?

The day after tomorrow.
They couldn't do it any earlier.

Stop blaming yourself.

The attack has nothing to do with you.

Sometimes...

you feel like jumping off something.

Don't say that. Not even in jest.

I'm going upstairs.

- Coming?
- Yeah.

Open list of documents viewed.

Show yesterday's playlist.

Continue.

Continue.

Off.

Morning.

Everything all right?

You even filmed it.

Here, in our home.

Maybe you were with him
just before he kicked me out.

Quick and easy, during lunch hour.

Paschke?

That's... dirty.

Lucia... That's betrayal.

Once.

- "Once!"
- We only met on one occasion.

- It didn't look that way.
- He blackmailed me.

- You did it here!
- He blackmailed me because of you.

He knew about Layla.

That she isn't so harmless.

He said that?

He knew she was part
of an armed resistance.

He even knew I'd made
false statements at the trial.

No one knew that!

Apart from you.

We had an agreement.

You don't talk about my cases
and I don't talk about your stories.

You shouldn't have told him about it.

We really wanted that story.

I tried...

to keep you out of it,
to even invent a source, but...

it wasn't possible anymore.

He wanted to publish it.

He called me.

He told me he knew.

He said he was duty-bound
to publish the story.

But that we could talk about it.

That dirty bastard.

Open door.

Open door!

- Farhood?
- Hello, Mr Hellstrom.

I didn't order this.

Your fridge did.

I don't know anything about this.

Isn't that the point of a smart fridge?

Hello, Mrs Hellstrom.

- Did you order all this?
- No.

Farhood!

We aren't expecting guests.

What are we supposed to do
with all this?

It'd take us weeks to eat it all.

- Well, you ordered it.
- I didn't order anything.

We're having problems
with our system at the moment.

Here.

Sorry, I ordered it especially to
fill the order. I can't take it back.

Or you'll have to use
the cloud like everyone else.

Come on...

It's all right.

It's not your fault.

Well, I...

I thought it might be
emergency supplies.

They're warning of storms
in the next few days.

Will you have a coffee with us?

- Thanks, but I have so little time.
- Come on.

Thank you.

What do you think, Farhood?

Purely hypothetically.

Should a man and a woman always be
completely honest with each other?

How is it with you?

Can everything be forgiven?

What are the limits in your house?

Trust.

The most important thing is trust.

That you know everything
the other person does is for the family.

In that case,
I think you can forgive everything.

At least,
I hope so from the bottom of my heart.

Well, thanks for the coffee.

I'll help you.

Thanks, I've got it.

Thank you.

Switch on jetty camera.

Off.

The technician's coming tomorrow.

Should we go for a walk?

I wanted to stay with you.

But I was so furious.

I told Joachim to come here.

That re-established
the balance between you and me.

Why did you never talk to me about it?

What should I have said?

I wanted to work it out for myself.

Otherwise I would have left you.

And that's why you filmed it?

No, I didn't know about the film.

Open up.

Open door.

Open door!

Go check the sauna exit.

Open door.

Open door!

There's no point. It's armoured glass.

When's the technician coming?

Tomorrow.

Early.

We can cope for one night. Come on.

Come on!

Maybe the house
locked us out on purpose.

Maybe it wanted to do
something nice for us.

No one's going to come, Johann. Relax.

The last time we went to the beach
you wanted to sleep indoors.

It was in the autumn, I think.

It was warmer than it is now.

We went swimming.

The water was so cold.

It was our first night here.

And you made a fire.

Your very first campfire.

With my bare hands.
I had nothing but damp wood.

And a litre of methylated spirit
from Farhood.

- Johann, I wanted...
- Do you still love me?

- Yes.
- Good.

It's time he came.

I'll make you a coffee.

Layla!

Open door!

Oh, my God!

You're all wet.

We had to swim the last bit.

Come in. You have to get in the sauna.

Everything's gone. Lost.

Layla? What's going on here?

What are they doing here?

In a minute.

Switch on sauna. Eighty degrees.

Get undressed.

Here. The photos.

That's all of them.
There aren't any more.

We couldn't communicate.

You're here and you're alive.

- Were you followed?
- No. I'm sure of it.

It's all going to plan.

Tomorrow morning the boat will
take you and the negatives to safety.

You invited them here? Here!

What if they were followed?

If they know where we are?

I wanted to tell you, Johann.

- You ordered all that food.
- No, I didn't.

Why would I do something so risky?

The house knew they were
coming because you knew.

- Did you communicate via the house?
- No, it was my plan.

- No one else knows about it.
- "No one"!

You've even booked a boat.

Farhood's boat, right?

Yes, I did.

What's your plan?

Does it involve me in any way?

What the hell's going on?

Did you know Paschke would fire me?

Is that why we're here?

"Take Johann to the island

so we have him under control
after we throw him out."

The two things are not related.

I'll be with those two.

Mr Hellstrom?

Hello.

What about... Mr Proksch?

Mr Proksch was your initial consultant?

Yes.

He has retired.

Come in.

Downstairs, downstairs.

The control room is downstairs.

Wasn't Mr Proksch younger than you?

- He took early retirement.
- Sorry?

Mr Proksch took early retirement.

And so the house opened up
again of its own accord?

Is there some trick I can use

to get inside the house?

In case it happens again, I mean.

It won't happen again.

Only a technician
authorised by you can do it,

by sending a code
from within two metres of the door.

You have to suffer for data privacy.

The house doesn't respond to us.
It does what it wants.

We thought we'd been hacked.

Don't worry. That's impossible.

Normally you're not even online.

It wouldn't be
a closed system otherwise.

And that's the core competence
of Peace of Mind.

That's what you paid for.

Aha! The system has actually
found a few little bugs.

Did you have other door problems?

Yes, indeed.

I'll install an update for you.

Then you shouldn't have
any more trouble.

You are the sole administrator
of the system.

But you do live here with your wife?

Yes.

Then we don't both have
to deal with the technology.

But your wife should participate
in the consultation, Mr Hellstrom.

Why?

Because she lives here too.

You see, the house...

it adapts to your needs.

To your data,
and to the data of your wife.

And in places where those data compete

it has to find a compromise solution.

In the current situation,
your wife is coming off second best.

For example,
with the temperature settings,

or the lighting.

The music, the films.

That can break up a marriage,
Mr Hellstrom.

Did he notice anything?

- What's wrong with the house?
- Nothing.

- A few little bugs.
- A few what?

No attack on the system.

Did you tell him it led you to the gun?

A hammer. I told him it was a hammer.

Right. And?

- It was a coincidence.
- A coincidence? Seriously?

The house has no intentions.
It responds to the data it is given.

It's a machine.

To us it looks like conscious behaviour,
but it isn't.

He said it's just a spectre.

He used the word spectre?

That doesn't
sound like complete security.

The only security problem here
is you and your guests.

You turned the house into
a hideout and weapons depot.

This isn't about you or me, Johann.

We have to act.
The elections are in four weeks.

What does "we" mean? You and me?

Or you and those kids playing war?

They're not kids.

Alex is asleep.

Let him sleep. We'll wake him later.

Don't worry. We'll be gone tomorrow.

You'll have your sacred peace again.
We'll go play somewhere else.

My sacred peace?

My sacred peace, she says!

To the man she got in this shit
with her convictions.

Then you've understood something.

Anyway, it's a great idea to hide out
with your own lawyer and a dissident.

"Dissident"!

Where do you think they'll look first?

Lucia says we're safe here.

We have no other choice.
They know we're not behind the attack.

What do you mean?

They showed their true colours.

We can't let them take away
our freedom and provoke unrest!

The attack was an excuse.

It's all fake. It's propaganda!

The 23 dead?

The children?

It's all faked?

You didn't tell him?

He'll calm down.

Let's hope so.

The recent attack

was a despicable crime.

And the perpetrators
must be brought to justice.

Unconditionally.

You coming?

They consider themselves idealists
but are cold-blooded murderers.

What do you need an automatic rifle for?

To shoot at sparrows?

- Certainly not at innocent people.
- Sorry?

It's purely for self-defence.

We'd only shoot those who deserve it.

And who decides who that is?

Those who deserve it?

Do you decide that?

Or you?

Do you think it would have been
wrong to kill Hitler?

Murder of a tyrant is a stupid,
lazy example.

After all, we still have a democracy.

You still trust in democracy
after all that you've been through?

The people voted for those people
who kicked you out.

They didn't kick me out.
It was my boss who did that.

Because he's a damn coward.

If they win a majority,
they'll destroy democracy.

If they lose, they'll take up arms.

They already have!

They can do that,
because idiots like you

decided to blow innocent people up.

I want you to understand.

The government is killing innocent
people and blaming Layla and Alex.

Nonsense. The gun stays here.

Like all the others,
we took analogue black-and-white photos.

So digital deep fakes can't be made.

OPPOSE THE LIE

Joko and Ana, in Hamburg.
Ten minutes after the attack.

Mark and Annette,
eight minutes afterwards in Munich.

Everyone in our group took
analogue photos after the attack.

In case someone accused us.

We took these photos almost
15 minutes after the attack happened.

In Frankfurt.

Clear proof that we weren't in Berlin.

OPPOSE THE LIE

Raise blinds.

- Noah and Tuana.
- Shot dead in their apartment.

For resisting arrest with armed force.

They had no weapons.

So it was them.

Yes.

A false-flag attack.

The Reichstag fire in '33.
Bologna in '80.

The attack on the Eiffel Tower
two years ago.

That led to a change of government.

And that's precisely
what we've been preparing for.

When were you going to tell me all this?

I want you to come, Johann.

- Where?
- England.

What's keeping us here?

What's keeping me here?

Our life, our house.

My profession, my language.

My country.

Come with me.

You already decided long ago.

- Johann!
- How are you?

How are things with you?

How do you think? Hell has broken loose!

I know you miss it.

And we miss having you here,
especially now.

Is everything okay with you guys?

Are there any leads
regarding who did it?

The manhunt is ongoing.

It seems they'll arrest someone
pretty soon.

You still there, Johann?

Paschke?

What if the attack isn't
what it seems to be?

What do you mean?

You'd need
incontrovertible evidence of that.

You got something?

Maybe I have.

Hey, listen! With that we can
stage your comeback, yeah?

- We...
- I know.

About you and Lucia.

You're an unprincipled asshole.

Okay, Johann. Fine. Yeah, you're right.

I'm an asshole.

And you blackmailed her!

What did she say?

You're pathetic!

It's because I'm a pathetic,
unprincipled asshole

that I'd do anything for a good story.

But Layla didn't get injured?

No. I took good care of Layla.

So, stretch your ankle slightly.

You can have this part tomorrow.

Then we'll all sleep better.

Good night then.

Come to England.

Close door.

That arrogant asshole!

Alex, he's with Lucia,
and we need Lucia.

Without her we can't do anything
with the photos.

We need Lucia.

But not Johann.

Close door.

Hey!

It's the tension.

The Chancellor spoke
of a failure of justice.

The police ask the public to be alert.

The terrorists are armed.

The police are following a clear lead
and expect to arrest someone soon...

Thanks to a surveillance camera,
the State Protection Office

was able to identify two terrorists
who are known to the police.

Shortly before the explosion they
were filmed leaving by a back door.

- One of the suspects, Layla Kolter...
- We knew it!

...was prosecuted by the previous
government but later then acquitted.

The Chancellor spoke
of a catastrophic failure of justice...

- Stop.
- Now... Now we have them.

With those negatives, we've got them.

What an insidious deepfake!

We have to wake them.

They're not there. Only their things.

The gun's gone too.

- I'll look upstairs.
- Mm.

I can't find them.

What's wrong?

- Come with me.
- Where?

Come on.

Let's go for a walk.

- Where it can't hear us.
- Who?

- The house.
- What?

Keep going. Not here.

Johann, what's wrong?

What happened? You're scaring me!

Where are Layla and Alex?

- They're dead.
- What?

It did it... In the sauna.

The house...

- It asphyxiated them. It burned them.
- Let go!

- Stay here!
- Stop!

Stay here!

They're controlling the house.

We underestimated them.

We have to leave.

Farhood!

Farhood, we have to leave the island.
Before the storm.

- Now.
- Can you sail in the dark?

We have a deal, right?

- I'll give you my watch.
- Johann...

Expensive watches
are useful in a crisis, huh?

I know something
about both those things.

My father's watch got us over here.

And now mine will get us to England.
All right.

Thank you, Farhood.

Okay, but let's be quick.

- Stay with him. I'll get the watch.
- And the negatives.

I'll come.

Stay here.

Lucia?

Luc...

Paschke, what are you doing here?
How did you get in?

The door was open.

Lucia!

What do you want?

I want to tell you that you were right.

Your informant didn't lie to you.

He was persuaded to change his mind.

They have plenty of ways to do that.

You burrowed too deep
in their rabbit warren.

What do you want?

We're still a team. Right?

We were.

They fired me too.

In my absence they searched the office
for evidence of a breach of secrecy.

They're after me too now.

You're the only one who can help me.

Help you, you asshole?

- Lucia!
- You called me.

You have something.

I know you.

The attack. The search for Layla Kolter.

Lucia's attachment to her client.
And suddenly I can't get hold of you?

What are you going to do?

I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

I'll piss on their legs
until they drown.

This time I have proof.

It'll cost them the election.

That's great, Johann! Yes!

Johann...

We'll destroy them. Yeah?

Show me what you have.
Just the two of us.

We'll go down in history.

We're back in the game. You get it?

And we'll save
our country from these psychos.

It'll be huge. It...

Hi! Lucia.

You killed them.

What?

No. I...

What? I... The house...

The house?

The house killed Layla and Alex
because the government told it to do so?

Then where are the drones,
the helicopters, the military?

They'd have gotten here long ago
if they were controlling the house!

But I don't see anybody. Except for you.

And him.

You offered him this as a story.

- No!
- I've no idea what happened here.

- But you have to show me...
- Shut your face!

Lucia...

There are no connections
to the outside world.

And if there is no connection...

then there's only the house.

The house...

is me.

The house... killed Layla and Alex

because you... wanted that?

It acts according to my thoughts.

According to my wishes, my...

fears.

It knows me better than I know myself.

We are an inseparable unit.

Stop it!

- Give me the backpack.
- Trust me!

Have you finished?

The backpack.

Give me the backpack and let me go.

No one's going anywhere!

Whatever's in there,
I'll decide what happens to it.

You don't want to publish a story.

You just want to buy your way out.

Go, Lu.

The backpack!

Don't move!

Johann!

Open door.

Open door!