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Emil And The Detectives

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Ok, I'm coming, Papa.

Papa?

Papa, where are you? Papa!

Crap! This isn't funny, Papa! This is a stupid game!

Congratulations on your birthday!

It's good to be 12, Emil.

Oh man, it's great! Thanks, Papa! You're the best kite maker

- in the whole world! - Pull, pull, pull! Come on!

Here they are: The famous Emil Tischbein special birthday burger!

With bacon, onions, eggs, sweet-and-sour sauce and peanut butter fries.

Taste it.

You promised to take me to the cinema today.

- We have a home cinema. It's almost as good! - Hardly.

Listen, Emil. We just don't have the money.

The cinema costs 26 Marks each. And I have to pay the rent tomorrow

and the telephone. But next week I get the unemployment benefit again.

- And we'll go to the cinema then, ok? - Captain Spider's word of honour?

Captain Spider's word of honour. Honour to whom honour is due.

Loyalty among friends. Fight the snake, the enemy.

You've got a letter. From your mother.

Go on, open it!

Dear Emil! Have a great birthday!

I hope everything is going well and you are working hard at school.

I am now living near Montreal. A large city in Canada.

I have enclosed a photo of the house where I'm living. The man

in the photo is Pete. Perhaps we will marry. We also have a dog.

He is called Tipsy. You would like Tipsy.

Buy yourself something nice and don't forget me. Your loving mother.

Everything alright?

- What did she write? - Nothing. She sent some money.

- 500 Marks, like every year. - Be grateful for it.

That will make 1500 Marks in your future fund, right?

- So, come and finish dinner, ok? - 1500 Marks?

We could go mad with that. Go to the cinema every day. Travel.

Get a new television, a soda machine for you. And for me some cool

- Nike trainers. Oh please, Papa! - It's out of the question, Emil.

Your future fund isn't to be touched. It's for later. It's for college.

That's not right, Hassouna. Try again.

Thank you, Emil Tischbein. But you weren't meant to help him.

Some of you probably don't know that I have eyes in the back of my head.

Homework: Chapters 8 and 9, for tomorrow! Emil,

stay behind please.

I'm sorry, Mr Hummel.

I read the essay you wrote about your father.

A beautiful essay. Why do you think he is secretly sad?

Oh, he can't find work, although he's always searching.

Since my mother left, everything's gone wrong.

A friend told me that a large carpet company in the west

is looking for workers. Near Unnaberg. It's not far from here.

They're looking for vacuum cleaner salesmen. I believe that's the sort of work he does.

Oh man, that would be great! Thanks for the tip, Mr Hummel!

- Shit! - Yes!

I hardly touched it. - Success! Vacuum cleaner salesman!

I've finally got a job again! Thank you!

Hey, out of my way, you lame duck!

I'm in a hurry! School finishes in 10 minutes!

Ah...

Ah...

Crap!

- Good morning! - Hi, Oskar!

Oh. Hi, Emil!

- For your father. How is he? - Broken arm and shoulder.

- He's in the hospital. The car's smashed. - He always has bad luck.

Bad luck! My father finally has a job! He's a vacuum cleaner salesman!

He's getting a company car, which we can go to the coast in!

- Give him my congratulations. - I will.

It's from the police. What do they want?

Oh man, you'd better open it.

- And? - They say,

that he was driving too fast. More than 50 km/h.

And that he will lose his driving licence for 3 months.

- Only 3 months? He's lucky. - Lucky? Are you crazy?

He's finally got a job. And vacuum cleaner salesmen has to drive.

If he doesn't have a licence, he can't take the job!

Man, oh man! That's really bad.

You'd better be careful when you tell him this.

Come in!

- Hello, Papa, I have something to tell you. - Hello, Emil!

- And check mate. - No...

In 5 games. Against your old teacher, what do you say to that, Emil?

- Great! I have something to tell you, Papa. - I know, Emil, it's just for a while

that you'll be alone at home. Between the 2 of us

we've had an idea, Hummel and I. Fire away, Hummel!

You're going on a trip, Emil! This morning. To Berlin!

My sister lives there. She's a pastor. And she has a son,

Gustav, who's the same age as you. You can stay there for 2 weeks,

- until your father is discharged. - Wow, it's a fantastic house!

- 10 minutes drive to the lake. - Berlin is a huge city.

- You've always wanted to go there. - I'm not going. I can't go.

- I can't leave you all alone. - Now listen to me, Emil Tischbein.

We're starting on a new life. It always begins with a journey.

I'll be really happy if you do this, and I want you to be happy too, hm?

- Ok, I am happy, Papa! - Captain Spider word of honour?

- I couldn't tell him the truth. - Cheer up, man!

There's always a way out You should be happy about Berlin.

You can buy anything in Berlin. You can buy a Mercedes for 500 Mark.

Russian atom bombs and a woman for your father. Two tickets please!

- A woman for my father? Are you crazy? - Pah, and that's nothing at all

Black market conflict diamonds as big as eggs. Everything stolen.

- Forged passports on every corner - Forged passports?

- Can you get driving licences? - Pff! Get thrown back at you afterwards

- They would cost a lot of money - How much?

How should I know? 1000 Marks maybe. Hey!

But you can't go to Berlin looking like that.

- And why not? - You can't wear this! For Berlin you need

- cool clothes, Man! - You always have to spoil things don't you

Where am I going to get them?

- That's theft! - No its not. We'll put back

the things you’re wearing. Now it's a fair exchange.

It's okay. And yours are newer. You just keep a look out.

Go and stand at the corner and whistle if someone comes.

- Hassouna! Hassouna, leave the shoes - Stop, stop!

Run! Quickly! Go on, you idiot! Run!

Hey! Stop!

Only for use in emergencies. Captain Spider word of honour, Papa!

Give these flowers to my sister. Get off the train at the Zoo Station.

Wait there for my sister and Gustav to pick you up

Don't move from there until they get there.

And don't talk to any strangers! Keep your things safe!

Ok, I will, Mr Hummel. I understand And thank you.

I'm sorry, are these seats free?

Hehehe! Hahaha!

Problem with the cops? Drugs in the suitcase?

Weapons? Or stolen money?

No! Of course not!

Max Grundeis. And what's your name?

- Emil Tischbein. - Hello, Emil. And how old are you? 17?

- 12. - 12. Oh, I'm sorry.

You look much older. You smoke?

No way!

- Where are you going? - To Berlin!

- To Berlin? All on your own? - Yeah.

Then be careful, Emil Tischbein! Berlin is dangerous!

In Berlin, children are kidnapped and used to rob houses,

businesses, and rob banks. They steal cars, hijack aircraft.

They are victims of man, and all men want is: Money!

Nonsense!

You don't believe me? You'll see.

In Berlin, money gets you anything. Everything you have dreamt of.

Stolen Mercedes. The most beautiful women in the world. And diamonds

- as big as pigeons eggs! And.... - Russian Atom bombs?

- Yes that's right! How do you know that? - A friend of mine told me.

You must be right then. Do you know where to buy driving licences?

Of course! If you know the right people.

But what do you need such papers for? - Not for me.

My father. He has finally got a job and for it he needs to drive.

You want to help him? Coincidentally I know two such people

in Berlin who sell driving licences. Only it will cost me.

Really?

Oh yes. Does your father have money?

- No. - Oh, that's a shame

Without money you can't get anything at all in Berlin

- How much does a driving licence cost? - How much have you got?

- 500. - Not enough

1000.

- 1500. I don't have any more. - That sounds much better.

Yes, it's me. I have a customer for you. He needs a driving licence for

his father. And he has the money.

Tomorrow? Like always.

I'll write the address on here and the time.

You will meet two men. Bring the money and a photo of your father.

Put the card and the money safely away.

- Thank you! - It's my pleasure.

And for a new friendship, we must have a drink.

What is it? Schnapps? I can't.

I made a new friend, you must drink. You're thirsty? So drink!

Uarr! It's really bitter! Aren't you having some?

Hello!

Haha! Emil! Hahaha!

Haha! Emil! Hahaha!

Emil, hahaha!

My money!

It's gone?

The bastard!

Welcome to Berlin Station, Zoological Garden!

Next left.

Use the indicators before you change lanes! This thing, left of the steering wheel, Mummy.

Caution, oncoming traffic has right of way!

Man oh man, look at the time Light-years too late.

The funeral went on for a long time, Gustav.

I can't make the bereaved shorten proceedings for the burial.

- Have you corrected my article? - I've not had time.

Had to do the shopping, do the washing-up and tidy my room.

And all this because of Emil!

Can't you watch where you're going? Lady, where did you learn to drive...?

And again, at death's door. Must you always race around?

And in this habit? It always frightens normal people...

This is a robe, not a habit! I would have changed before,

but we would have been even later! Tell me, why are you always complaining?

We're always having visitors. It was the Chernobyl children,

then the Bosnian family, then last week the homeless person. And each time

I have to shop and cook, give up my room. I've had enough!

You have to share, Gustav. That is what love is about.

I've done this primarily for you. I bet you'll have fun.

- It's strange you don't have friends. - I'm the man of the house.

- Like a father. - There is only room for your father

Mummy, he's been dead for ten years. You should move on!

End of the discussion, Gustav Hummel! You will be nice to Emil!

Good day. Tickets please! Thanks... Thanks...

Thank you.

Tickets please...

We are exactly 21 minutes and 43 second late. Yearly record, Mummy

Congratulations!

- What do we do now? - Get a burger. I'm hungry.

That's not funny! There is no sign of him and Berlin

is a big city. Perhaps he got off at the wrong station.

Or he has got lost.

- Or he's been taken. - You mean kidnapped or something?

With blackmail and anonymous letters and so on? Wow, exciting!

I shall have to call Emil's father!

- Or better still the police - Typical! Always panicking!

Emil's father is in the hospital. This will give him a heart attack!

And you'll have to fill out loads of forms at the Police station.

- You are probably right - Of course. Emil found no one

waiting. But he has our address. He's not so dumb that he won't

know what to do. At times like this, he can't be a country boy from Streiglitz.

Ok. We'll drive home and wait for him there.

The bastard!

- Where are the Schnitzels? - Coming!

Hey you rat! That's my dad's food from the kitchen!

Forget it. You've no chance.

- You're a girl? - Well, so? Never seen one before?

Stop, stop, stop! Get up slowly and no funny business.

Tell me who you are.

- Emil Tischbein from Streiglitz, Baltic Sea - Baltic, hm?

- Do they all wear such stupid clothes? - I should hit you for saying that.

- But I don't hit girls -You'd not have a chance with me.

I'm Pony Hutchen! Now tell me: What are you doing here?

Come with me.

- See that guy there? - The one with the cowboy

boots and the vampire teeth? Eating the meat balls?

- He bought those with my money - With your money? How come?

I was on the train to Berlin. With 1500 Mark in my pocket.

- And this guy stole it from me. - 1500 Mark? So much dough?

- You're not lying? - Captain Spider word of honour.

This is better than a crime movie!

Quickly we'll tell my father. He'll call the Police and get him!

No, I'd rather not. I should only have taken enough to eat.

- They're probably looking for me. - I understand.

- So what do you want to do then? - No idea! I'm always behind!

It looks like you need some help. So I'll help you.

I am a super detective and I tell you: This is very difficult

but we'll get this guy. But we need reinforcements.

- Hm. And how can we do that? - Well you'll see:

This is Kebab. A Turkish breakdance master. Super-cool type.

And this is Krummbiegel. Only reads comics and speaks in comic book language.

Other than that he's ok.

Fairy, Elf: Make the best Graffiti in the city. They have no one at home

We are their family.

Wing is our sports cannon. He can never go fast enough.

And small Tuesday with his dog Lotte. His parents are always at work,

and never at home, so no stupid questions.

And that is Gypsy. Impudent like Oskar and the best story teller

in the world.

And I'm Pony, I hope that's clear! If I whistle, click my fingers

they're all there. There are no problems when I take command.

So that's it, all of us. We'll chase that guy in the restaurant.

Across the whole city and the roads everywhere.

We are a cool gang, the youngest detectives in the city. We never give up.

We're always strong, we're never frightened!

- So what do you think? - Fantastic! Really brilliant!

- Everyone, this is Emil from Streiglitz - Hi, Emil.

- And the bastard is in there. - Come on, in here.

- There, with the vampire teeth? - Tremble! Wow! Choke!

We must fight to get Emil's money back, understand? We'll show him.

Emil, rely on us. We'll go to our secret hide out

and make a plan. So he doesn't get away, we'll keep watch.

- Good idea! - Two guard the Tavern.

Two to the underground and two to the bus stop.

- You go get reinforcements. - On our way.

We meet in quarter of an hour in the catacomb.

- Emil, can you skateboard? - Of course!

Really, you can?

Hey, I am Emil, I have a plan, I have a target,

I shan't be caught, I shan't be left behind, I will not rest,

I'll nab the chicken, oh yeah!

Across the whole city, and the roads everywhere, we are the cool gang

the youngest detectives in the city, we never give up, we're on the case,

we never get tired!

We never get tired!

He who does wrong will get wronged back. We are with you

now you're not on your own, he who hurts you, hurts us all!

The bastard, we'll get that guy in the restaurant.

Across the whole city, and the roads everywhere, we are the cool gang

the youngest detectives in the city, we never give up, we're on the case,

we never get tired!

We'll chase this thief all over the city, and when we

are finished, he'll be the hunted!

- Wow! This is it! - Absolutely adult-free zone.

They kept liquor here in the middle ages and buried dead popes.

We hold meetings here if any of the gang has a problem.

Or if we have secret mission to set up. Like with you now.

- We're ready. It's all yours - Ok.

It's clear we must help Emil!

- Yeah! - We have some problems to solve. 1:

We have to get the money back from the vampire-teeth guy who stole from Emil.

- Yes!. - 2.

We have to get a driver's licence for Emil's father so he can take his job!

- Yes! - Sure!

When is the meeting with the driver's licence dealer?

Tomorrow morning, at Alexanderplatz station. At 10 o'clock, at the safe-deposit boxes.

- We have till then to get the money back. - Everyone, can we do this?

- Yes! - Okey-dokey.

But we need some money. For travel and supplies.

Everyone give what he has.

- What's that? - My parent's credit card.

Cool! Thanks. That will really help. And now we distribute the tasks.

Emil, me, Wing, Kebab, Krummbiegel, Fairy and Elf and Tuesday

are the detectives. We'll follow the guy whenever he goes.

- Bill! - Coming up.

Everyone except the detectives, stay here and wait for instructions.

- Ohhh! - Quiet! Quiet!

You will have a job later! Who has a phone?

Me! Me! I have a mobile! 0172/455455.

0172/455455. Everyone note the number!

When you need to know how we're doing, call little Tuesday

- or for information, 11880. - I'd like to but I can't

- hang around the phone all day. - Yes, Tuesday is right.

- It's a very important job! Can we get going? - Yes, we're all ready.

No!

- Ahht! Groan! Nerve! What is it now? - We still have another problem.

Pastor Hummel is waiting for me. She will be worried that I've not arrived.

She won't know why and is bound to phone my father.

- Then all our plans are ruined! - Ah, you chicken! You go then

if you aren't up to it. Yes!

I am up to it! I want to get my money back!

Of course, I understand. But what about Pastor Hummel?

She's never met Emil! We'll just send another

- person to pretend to be Emil. - A fake Emil!

- That's fine by me. But who? - Well, it's obvious: me!

Ha ha ha...

You? You idiot. You don't look anything like me.

- That won't matter to Hummel! - She won't know the difference.

- That's settled. And he has 12 siblings. - Arg, 13!

Even better! His parents will overlook that he's late!

- Since no-one will know if he's missing. - Alright, if he must. Behave yourself.

Say as little as possible! And don't empty the fridge!

- Exactly! - Yeah! I've have a great time!

- Hey, I need a code word! - Hey, I know: Operation Emil!

Operation Emil!

My name is Emil Fischbein, no, Tischbein. I am 11 years old.

I come from Ostsee. In Schmierwitz or Schreinix

or Schleindich or something. My father is unemployed.

Well, at least that is not a lie.

I'm pretty good at school. My favourite subject is English:

Hauf tu jau tu, mei tarlink?

This must be it. I'm going to need some luck!

These flowers are ruined. I've have to use some of these.

- Emil? Where have you been? - Hauf tu jau tu, mei tarlick?

Are you the maid? Can you get my case?

I'm really hungry.

Cool house.

Thank you, Emil. The Dahlias are beautiful.

- These are my favourite flowers! - Sure. Can you pass the potatoes?

- Of course! - But sure. You don't have to.

- But don't give him any of my things! - Have you any ketchup or mayo?

In the fridge. Gustav, will you get some? - Gladly,

I always wanted to be a slave.

Does that taste nice, Emil.

- Man, that's chocolate sauce! - Chocolate-schnitzel, my favourite.

- Does you father cook for you like this? - My father?

He's never cooked in his life. My mother is the best cook.

Your mother? I thought she no longer lived with you.

Yeah, I mean, she used to cook before she died.

- Died? She didn't run off? - Gustav!

- Please... - No, Gustav is right.

- But I don't like to talk about it. - And so you say she is dead?

Sometimes it hurts a lot.

It must have hurt very much, Emil.

And then with your father's accident. You are sent to live with strangers.

You must feel very alone at the moment.

Gustav and I, we would like you to feel at home here.

- And hope to make you a little happier. - Oh, no!

Gustav, you don't mind if Emil stays for 2 weeks

- in your room? - Have I got a choice?

Thank you Mrs Hummel. I know I'll be very happy here.

Hello? What, the target is moving?

The guy is buying something in a clothes shop? Rosenthaler Str. 13.

Understood. We're coming! Operation: Emil! The pursuit begins.

Detectives: Let's go! Yes!

- There he is! - Did he see you?

- No! Of course not. - Come, we've got to go home,

- or our mother will flip out. - It's been fun though. Bye.

- Bye! - Great suit, no? Ha ha ha!

Back!

- What's he doing? - No idea.

Damn, he's taking a taxi!

Mamma mia, what a lot of children!

- Dite mi soldi? Have you any money? - Of course, go like the wind! Fast!

Follow that taxi! But make sure he doesn't see us!

- Step on it! Carragio! - By your command, Signorina.

- May I? - No thanks, I'll carry it!

- Quick, hurry up! - Hey, Superman, broken your piggy bank?

Ciao, bambini!

- And now? What do we do now? - We'll wait here, until he comes out.

- And how long will that be? - Maybe the whole night.

- Or even longer. - Or even longer? For God's sake

I hope Gypsy doesn't mess up with the Pastor.

E daj nasvalii, so kerava;

O jilo man pal late dukhal...

E daj mange mulia;

O jilo man pal late dukhal...

I have to go to the Third World group. I'm already late.

Exactly 12 minutes and 43 seconds.

- Oh no, do you know where... - The car keys are in your pocket,

your glasses are on your head.

What would I do without you.

Gustav. Thanks for everything. I love you so much.

- I love you too, Mummy. My pleasure. - And be nice to Emil, yes?

- Take a clean towel to him. - ...korkori, achiliom me

mire dadoreha! E daj mange mulia;

Achilom korkori, achiliom...

And show him your chemistry set and your computer games.

Give him your favourite clothes, lend him your bicycle, be nice to him.

And don't forget to correct my Sunday sermon, sweetie.

Of course, Mummy, go. I'll do it, even if it takes all night.

As usual, no sleep.

No way I'm cleaning this mess up!

Lalalalaa, lalalalaa...

E daj mange mulia; achilom korkoro...

Oh man, this Emil only has really crap clothes! Hm.

E daj mange mulia; achilom memire dato...

- Hey, what are you doing? - I'm just looking at your clothes.

- I think your things are really cool! - Really?

- Yeah, better than my stuff anyway. - Why are your clothes

- much too big? - My father always buys

- them 5 years too big. We're saving. - Is this your father and you?

Your father looks very nice. But somehow you look very different.

- Yeah, that photo is very old. - No, your skin. It is really

- much darker than here. - Man, it's summer! When everyone

- goes brown. We were in Schreinix... - Do you mean Streiglitz?

It's like a desert in Streiglitz. A long way from the sea.

It's beastly hot. The sun is so hot that you're really glad

- to find the shade of a palm tree. - Rubbish! There aren't any palms

- around the Baltic Sea! - That was a joke, man!

Are you ever, Gustav, not serious?

Yes, my IQ is 145. So I want to know, what was that funny

- language you were singing? - You mean: E daj mange mulia?

It's a Romanian folk song, genius. From my friend Gypsy.

- Wow! Your own phone? Can I? - Sure, help yourself.

My phone, my pocket money, my clothes, my Mummy.

- Who are you calling? - Who do you think? Hello, Dad.

- I've arrived safely. It's great here. - I'm pleased, my son. And:

- Operation Emil. Gypsy's fine! - Just as I said

it would be. We couldn't have found a better fake Emil.

Still, one of us has to go to the hotel! I'd better go now.

What are you going to do? You can't just walk in and say:

Hey, is it alright if I wander around and look at the guests.

Man, Emil. You're just a kid and this is the Adlon.

They'll check, see you're a country boy from the east. And send you home!

With you they won't know whether you're a boy or a girl or what.

- They'll know you're not for real. - Oh yes? We'll see about that.

Tuesday, I need your sunglasses, stylish jacket, your credit card,

your mobile and your dog.

Good day, Madam.

Good day, my name is Grundeis Junior. My father arrived last night.

Could I have the second key for the room...

Grundeis, Grundeis...

- We don't have a guest by that name. - Of course, I know why.

My father never gives his real name. The troublesome press,

autograph hunters. They know that. The big stars remain incognito.

- Your father is a star? - You don't know my father?

The famous actor Max Grundeis? Where have you been?

On the moon?

Unfortunately, I thought I had an autographed card for you.

Credit cards mean nothing here. Er, waiter?

My dog is thirsty. Could you bring him a dish of champagne.

My father gave him to me for my birthday. A Jack Daniels Cocker.

A very rare breed. Cost 5,000 Mark.

Unfortunately my father has spoilt him rotten. He only dranks champers.

- So, what about the room key? - Hm, and you don't really know

- what name he's staying under? - Someone at this provincial hotel

must have recognised my father.

He's filming a movie for Hollywood. He's playing a vampire.

He is pale and has funny teeth. He always wear red boots...

- A blond man with a red case? - Yes, my good man. That's him.

Kurzhals, yes, Kurzhals. He's booked in under that name.

- Here you are. - Merci, Monsieur.

- I'll see if your father is in... - No, don't! He's learning his lines.

It will only annoy him. Just give me the key.

Room 551, 5th floor. Straight through, on the right.

- Don't forget my autograph? - No problem, my good man. Many thanks!

Hotel Adlon, Schneider speaking. How may I help you?

- The hotel restaurant. - In the basement.

- What do you think? - Doggone!

No problem. The vampire face is in the hotel restaurant stuffing himself.

He's eating again? Barf, choke, gasp!

This is serious, guys. I have to go and check out Grundeis' room.

- Perhaps the money is there. - I'll come with you.

- You can't come. It's too dangerous. - Look. I've got the key.

You need a look out. What if Grundeis catches you?

- What's wrong with Lotte? - She's drunk on champagne.

Champagne? What?

- What would you like Sir? - I'm not hungry. Can you charge

- the wine to my room? 551. - Yes Sir.

Oh please excuse me. I am really sorry!

Of course, we'll pay the cleaning costs.

551.

What're you looking at?

551. This is his room.

Hide somewhere in the corridor. Any problem, whistle twice!

Wait!

Room service. Your dinner.

Ok!

Ok, it's all clear. Operation: Emil!

What's he doing now? That's not his room.

Fear, tremble, sweat. I hope nothing's gone wrong.

I tell you, those Americans are so loud and brash!

They always wear such silly clothes! With all those pearls

so ostentatious!

- Which room do we clean next? - We'll do the Arabs. The oil Sheikh

with the two wives, they always use so many hand towels.

Room service.

May we clean and make the beds, Mr. Abdullah?

Hey look, up on the balcony!

My God, what is he doing?

- What are you doing here? - I have the wrong room.

- I'm sorry! - Go away!

- Damn it, what's he doing? - Oh God, Emil is still in there

with the vampire-face. The mobile. I'll call the police.

But then Emil will be arrested too. Because of the problem in Streiglitz!

- Exactly. - Cry! Cough! Choke!

Give him a bit more time, please!

Ok. I'll count to 100. If he's still not here, we call them.

1... 2... 3...

97... 98... 99...

Wait! He's coming!

- He has the case. - We're saved! Let's get out of here.

Quickly, let's see if you've got your money back!

Ah, you shit! It's not here!

Damn it! Where's the money?

Those are real jewels. Diamonds and the like. And traveller's cheques.

And that there is a genuine Rolex. My father has one.

- This is a fortune. - Greed. Thirst. Slober.

- Where does his sort get all this? - He was in the wrong room!

Grundeis is a hotel thief! He got the jewels from Adlon guests!

- What're we waiting for? Call the police. - We can only do that when Emil

- has the driving licence for his father! - The meeting is in the morning!

Where did I put the letter?

I must have lost it when we were skateboarding. But I remember the address:

Tomorrow, Alexanderplatz station, 10 o'clock, by the safety deposit boxes.

- But what do I do about the money? - No worries! We'll get the licence

- and the money. And I know how. - And what about the case?

I'll look after it. It's our security. But now we had better eat.

My tummy is rumbling so much that I can't think straight.

- That's right. Me too! - Fairy and Elf get night watch.

We'll get some provisions. And the others come with me and we'll eat.

And I already know where. Operation: Emil!

- Operation Emil! - To my father, who's paying.

Yeah! Cheers! Cheers! To Tuesday! And his father!

But be well behaved here. This is my father's favourite restaurant.

Ah, what's this in here?

That's an oyster. It's a delicacy! My father always eats these here.

- How can you fill up on this? - Like this?

Here you can eat with your hands? And slurp? This is neat!

Uahh!

- This is... - Unbelievable, in such a restaurant!

- What's the matter? They're fresh! - Horrible! Disgust, choke, retch!

- Be quiet. Everyone is looking! - This is not a feeding trough?

- But. Duck shit, slimy-snails. - Ah!

Mmh... tasty!

Your behaviour, it must be better! This is not a playground,

- this is a restaurant. - Of course. But if we had

proper food. No slime, no mucous, no crap.

Something filling. Schnitzel, Currywurst and potatoes or something.

Which we don't serve here. You'd better leave now. Who's paying?

My Dad. But he will not be happy when he hears that

we had to leave. He is a restaurant critic.

If he writes that children can't eat here, then ojojoi!

Yes, that would be very bad. My old man writes

reports on child-hostile restaurants and

- he sent us here to test the food. - Which we haven't tasted yet.

- Exactly! - No. Spit! Choke! Retch!

Yes, I am so sorry. What would you like to eat?

Schnitzel, currywurst and potatoes. But you don't serve that here.

Wait. It's not a problem. It's on its way. Hm...

Pony, you're amazing. Really clever.

- Hey, Freddy, are you staying in? - No, I'm out of here.

- It's nice here. - Spare me the lies.

Good evening, Mrs Hütchen. I'm Emil Tischbein.

- Can I help you? - Don't bother, Emil!

Pony? Pony, you have to be strong now,

he's going to leave again.

Here, take this to wear. I think, you'd better go now.

- But aren't I going to sleep here! - I said, get out of here.

You can sleep in the cavern. I'm sorry.

Hallo, Station 7? I'm Emil Tischbein. I'd like to speak to my father.

He's in room 28.

Oh, I see, he's asleep. No, no, there's no need to wake him.

Just tell him that his son called.

That I'm really happy and I'm staying with a lovely family

in a nice area, and I have a room all to myself.

And that I miss him.

Good night.

It's you!

Man, you frightened me!

Your brother's clothes are really cool!

But... why aren't you at home?

I couldn't stand it any more.

They want to get a divorce.

I'd guessed that.

How? With all the shouting and arguing?

No, not really.

My parents fought quietly.

But very badly.

What's it like when you no longer have two parents?

You get used to it.

I do miss my mum sometimes.

- Are you crying? - No, of course not.

It's the candle smoke.

Let's get some fresh air. I can't sleep.

It's beautiful here. But Streiglitz is more beautiful.

- It's near the sea. - Is your dad very strict with you?

My Dad? Not at all. I'd do anything for my father

and if you think that's stupid, I'll kick your butt!

- It's difficult to explain. - I understand. You love him totally!

And that's why you're trying to get him the driving licence.

Exactly!

I really want to help you, Emil, because I'd do the same for my parents.

And I have something to tell you. I don't think at all

that you're a stupid country boy from the east.

- I think you're brave. Really! - No, I'm not.

All this is because of you. You are courageous, Pony! I mean it.

And it's really not true that you're not a real girl.

You're the best girl that I've ever met.

What are you doing? That's my mother's computer!

I couldn't sleep. I wanted to play a few computer games.

- But your computer doesn't work. - It works, if you know the password.

- Hey, what are you doing? - I'm looking for Fawket Racing Game.

That's not a game. That's my mother's sermon, idiot!

- And now you've deleted everything! - Get out of the way. We've got to

- correct the sermon. - And how will you do that?

She's been writing it for days. When she finds out, she'll flip.

She doesn't have to know. We'll write it again.

- It's for Sunday, for the pulpit... - Then we'll make it really inspiring

because when she reads it out, it will be really good. What's her favourite topic?

- Justice is her favourite topic. - Justice. That's good.

- For children! - For children? Huh?

Children are always treated in an unfair way. If we could work it out

- then it will so so much better! - It'd better. Or you shouldn't be here.

- Nonsense. Write this. Dear people... - It's called: Dear congregation!

Whatever. Dear congregation, today I want to talk about justice.

For children. Because this world doesn't have a heart for children.

- Good grief. You sound like my mother. - But, it's good, you genius.

This isn't as stupid as you think.

Think about it: parents hit their children,

but children can never hit their parents. That is unfair.

Unfairness is being kept in after school. But teachers must never

be kept in, no matter how stupid they are.

Unfairness is always having to clean your room. Not like adults

who watch TV until 10 at night. Sweets are banned, but

- they have sugar in their coffee. - You have to be quiet when an adult

talks, even if it's rubbish, but they can always disturb you

- when you're playing with your friends. - They can separate

but they don't ask whether you want to get divorced as well.

This is better than the Bible. This sermon will make your mother famous!

They'll make her head bishop! Quickly, we'd better go on...

Yes?

Good morning! 9:45! You wanted to be woken.

I took the liberty of personally bringing you breakfast.

Perhaps may I ask you on this occassion for an autograph?

An autograph? From me? Why?

You're really good, man! But you can tell me.

I know exactly who you are.

- You're the famous film star, hm? - A film star? Me?

- Who says that? - Your daughter told me,

when she asked for the second key. A very pretty girl. Where is she?

What do you mean daughter? There's nobody here. Get lost!

- If there is anything you need... - Get out!

- Don't forget my auto... - Out!

Daughter?

Second key?

My case!

My case, damn it, where is my case?

10 o'clock, Alexanderplatz station, by the safety deposit boxes.

He was here? He was really here!

Well, well, Emil Tischbein,

you little rat! If I catch you, then you'll really regret it!

- There he is! - Wait, wait wait! That taxi is mine!

Go now, quickly!

Stop! Stop! Stop! It's not yours, you two!

- These people were first. - Damn! Shit!

- This must be it. - It's really nice here.

- You're on time? - Of course, always. You are too.

You're very smart, no? Is there anyone else with you?

That's good. Who wants the driving licence for their father?

- That's me. - Abracadabra.

All I need is the photo and the personal details. The driving licence

- will be yours in half an hour. - That's great.

- May I have a look? - Not so fast, young man!

First comes the money. 1,500 Mark. Right now.

Of course, I have the money. But not here.

- Perhaps in half an hour. - Huh? What's this?

I want to buy the driving licence.

But I still need some time. The money, it is,

- with someone else. - Can't you go any faster, man?

I'm driving fast enough already! We'll be there is a few minutes!

Now listen here, young man. We came here specially.

No money, no licence. This isn't a game...

- We're not messing around. - Let him go!

Here, take this.

- What's this, an earring? - As security. Tomorrow we'll bring

- the money and you'll return it. - Paschke, this is genuine!

Tell me, have you got any more of these things?

- No, why? - Well then, show Uncle Boban

what you have in the case! Open the case

- or I will have to hurt your friend! - Quickly, open it!

Ha! Paschke, it's Christmas, get the stuff.

Emil!

Ah!

Quickly, Boban!

What now?

Quick, this way!

Down here! Quickly!

Run, run, come!

Quick, to the car!

- Catch them, damn it! - We've lost them.

- We'll get out at the next station - Ok.

Come on, step on it!

- Pony! There they are! - You get in, take the case!

Give!

- Tired? Stay here, man! - We'll meet at the cavern.

3 more stations, then... Ah! Help!

- Genius, you're doing very well. - I've got a good teacher! Where did you learn?

You'll get it. I don't do walking.

Alright.

Hello? Pastor Hummel's phone.

Operation: Emil! What?

Grundeis has kidnapped Pony Hütchen? Emergency plan, code red!

- Yes, I'm on my way! - Who is it? And what emergency plan?

Yes, Dad, it's great here! Gustav is a lot of fun.

Sure, I'll write. Bye then! I have to go now.

Ha? Right now? Where do you have to go? And what was that emergency

you were talking about?

- Hummel... - Yes, I'm Tischbein. Emil's father.

Is that Gustav? Yes, can I speak to Emil, to see how he's doing.

- Of course. Right away. Your father. - My father?

- Oh, I can't. I'm not here. - Er? Why not?

- You just spoke with him. - Gustav! If you're my friend,

- do it! Please! - Lying is a sin. Mother says so.

And so I want to hear you talk to your father now.

Hello, Mr Tischbein. I'm a friend of Emil's.

Emil can't come to the phone right now. He's tired from swimming

and is asleep. I'll tell him to phone you later.

- Goodbye! - No! Come here!

You're not Emil Tischbein! I want to know what's going on.

Otherwise we're no longer friends and I shall have to call my mother!

- Yes... - Oh, man! I'm busted.

- Not necessarily. Use your brain! - You have to come alone.

- Who's this? - Gustav Hummel. My new friend.

- And he's really clever. - You're Gustav? Oh God,

- now everything's out of the bag! - It's alright, Emil. Only I know.

And I can be as silent at the grave. You're running around like

- headless chickens! - Are you're a clever shit?

Don't be stupid! Gustav has an IQ of 145!

And I know how to find Pony,

how to find Emil's 1,500 Mark and how to find Grundeis.

And how will you do all that?

Grundeis has hidden himself and Pony somewhere where no-one

can find him. Probably on the outskirts of town, in a secret place.

Any chance of finding him is zero. But he will contact us.

You know, what do you have to say? Hm?

What is the numnber? The number!

0172/455455.

This is it!

Emil, you're on!

- Emil Tischbein here... - Emil, it's Pony.

- I'm so sorry... - Shut up! Say what I told you!

He wants the jewelry case. The deliver is tomorrow morning,

exactly 10 o'clock at the zoo by the giraffe house.

But you must come alone, understand? No police!

- Do you understand? No police! - Yes, I understand.

- Do what he says! Otherwise he will...! - Enough!

Pony? Pony!

- That crafty bastard! - Yes, is he a bastard.

But he is not crafty enough! Ok! Everyone, you heard what he said:

No police. We will do exactly as he said. But we will add to it.

To work, detectives! Let's get going! Yeh!

Operation Emil!

- What's that? - Operation Emil!

Yes! Operation Emil! The password's Operation Emil.

Wake up, boys.

I'm in a hurry. I'm already late. The service starts in about

half an hour. Oh, I'm sorry! You'll follow by bike, yes?

- Gustav, is the sermon corrected? - On your desk. It's perfect.

- You don't need to read it. - Thanks.

Did you come alone? No police?

Good. Open the case!

You thought you were a smart kid, eh, Emil?

But nobody cheats me. Especially not a child!

Quickly! Stand over there and count to 100 and don't move! Is that clear?

By the way, badly done. But he who laughs last, laughs best,

Emil Tischbein! Farewell! Hehehe! Haha!

Are you ok, Pony? Are you hurt?

- So so. - Hahahaha.

You're going to let him get away? What did I suffer all that for?

Stop shouting, and calm down. It's a miracle that you're free!

- Look out! He's coming! Operation Emil! - Ok, understood. Operation Emil!

Come on, quickly!

Dear congregation! In the gospel according to Mark, chapter 10 verse 25

Jesus speaks to his disciples: But I say to you,

it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle

than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

Following Jesus' words, I would like to speak today about a topic

which is close to my heart. Today I speak

- of justice. - Oh, not justice again!

- Quickly, come on! - Here he is.

Yes, I speak today about justice.

For children.

Yes, for children. Because this world is unfair to children!

Because the world is made for adults. This is not my sermon.

We're ready! Operation Emil!

The stupid rules that adults make for children are unfair.

"No Entry" signs everywhere, and that playing is bad.

Um, clothes, that look silly,

- but that you mustn't get dirty. - Exactly like that, more!

Back!

- And? What do you think? - Fantastic! Simply ingenious!

Injustice is having to go to bed too early on Saturday

but you must not wake your parents too early on Sunday morning.

Brothers and sisters must never argue, but parents argue

at night sometimes, so loud that nobody can sleep.

It's unfair to have to eat spinach for lunch

and after a divorce, you can only see your father every 2nd weekend.

We demand: Justice for children!

We demand that you listen more often to children!

- Hold him! He's a criminal! - Gustav!

- What's this? - A thief! Blackmailer! And kidnapper!

- These kids are chasing me! - Yes, because you have my money!

Quiet! What's going on here?

Pastor, we're telling the truth! This bastard, er, sorry,

- this man kidnapped me! - Rubbish. Ridiculous. A lie!

These are not children! There are little monsters!

My son is not a monster! And I cannot believe that

he lies so badly. So,

I want to know what happened. In order.

The case, that he has. It is full of stolen jewels. And the money,

which he stole from me, is in his shirt pocket! 1,500 Mark,

- with my father's money clip! - You'd better stay here.

Open the case. And empty your jacket. To prove your innocence.

Yes, that is no problem...

Hey, what's this?

Call the police!

And ring the bells!

- Halt! Come here! - Be quiet!

Release the child. Now!

A hotel thief and conman. Has as many passports as names.

- He's wanted in 10 cities! - In 10 cities?

- The children caught him on their own? - What you have done here,

was a very dangerous game.

But it could easily have gone terribly wrong!

But, boys and girls, I must add, you did wonderfully!

Very good detectives!

That particularly applies to you, Emil! We can learn a lot from you!

- Why did you not call us earlier? - You see, Superintendent,

Emil has a problem with the police in Streiglitz. There he took

some shoes from the clothes bank. And he thought he would get arrested.

I hardly think that the police in Streiglitz are some of the best

detectives Germany has to offer. I'll have a talk with my colleagues.

But only on one condition: That you buy your clothes in future.

Listen, I have to tell you. The rich Americans that Grundeis stole the

diamond jewelry from have offered a reward of 5,000 Mark.

What? 5,000 Mark?

The main story of the day! Emil Tischbein, a courageous 12 year old boy

managed incredibly! To look for and catch with the help of his friends

a dangerous criminal.

And this is Emil Tischbein, the hero! Emil, tell us about what happened:

- How did it all begin? - I wanted to help my father.

Knut Tischbein from Streiglitz. Because I love him.

And because he's out of work.

Papa, it's you?

Ladies and gentlemen of the press, would you be so kind...

Hello, Papa! What are you doing here in Berlin?

- I thought you were in hospital? - I had the feeling, that you shouldn't

be on your own for 2 days. Pastor Hummel called me, so I came here immediately.

Then you know all about it?

I didn't mean for you to worry. I'm sorry, Papa.

It's my fault that you were worried. Because of my

- driving licence. - You're not angry with me?

Haven't had time to be. After Pastor Hummel, the journalists called.

In Streiglitz, you're a hero. Even the Mayor sends his

congratulations. Also the carpet factory. They want the father of the hero.

- But you haven't got a driving licence. - Don't need one. I'm a sales executive

with my own office and a very good salary.

- Oh man! We'll be rich! - We're already rich!

If one has a son like you. Give me five!

And everything worked out alright. Dad has worked for 2 months

at the carpet factory at Unnaberg. On 20 September he got his

driving licence back again. We bought a new car.

On instalments. For trips and so...

Actually I should be totally happy. And I am.

Really! The only thing is,

I miss my friends. The members of the Berlin gang.

No, the famous detectives.

But mostly Pony Hütchen. It seems lonely without them.

Why now, when the autumn holidays has just started.

95... 96... 97...

98... 99... 100!

Ok, I'm ready, Papa!

Papa?

Oh, no! Not again, not this silly old game!

- Hey, Emil! - Emil!

Your father invited us all! With the 5,000 Mark reward!

- For the whole autumn holidays! - I don't believe it!

- This is only a dream! - Come down, quickly!