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ARE YOU SURE, YOU'LL SHOW UP?

OF COURSE, WHY NOT?

WELL, I HOPE IT'S NOT A JOKE :/

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT?

I NEVER MET ANYONE WITH THE SAME 'CONDITION'...

I'LL BE THERE :)

HOW DO I RECOGNIZE YOU?

I WEAR A BROWN LEATHER JACKET ;)

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

Here's your iced coffee.

Thanks.

It's not mine.

Sure it is.

It says Tommy.

Do you want it to say "Moony15"?

You're not a callboy.

Oh no, that's okay. All good.

I am not into older guys.

Well, who says I'm into you?

Sorry.

It's okay.

Do you prefer to leave?

Sorry. - No problem at all.

Really.

Didn't you want to leave?

No idea.

Don't be so obvious.

Huh?

You can take a look but not...

so much like a stalker.

I didn't look. - It was a joke, alright?

A joke.

How sure are you anyway?

I mean, you're 15, right?

Have you had a girlfriend or boyfriend?

Yes, both.

But it wasn't that good?

Well, it was, but...

It wasn't the same?

Ah shit.

Maybe I should go somewhere, too. - What do you mean?

To one of these counselling centers...

fill in a questionnaire.

What?

Listen.

It starts just with a questionnaire,

but then you're called in for a consultation.

Do you know where they have consultations?

At the psychiatrist or before an appendectomy,

before they cut you open to dig around your insides.

Hey, you don't need that.

Believe me.

What am I supposed to do if I get a boner?

My dick doesn't take commands.

That's easy, just search for genital herpes, anal fistula.

And then? - Then your boner is gone for good.

I might watch a Holocaust documentary. - Woah.

Yeah, what?

ANAL FISTULA

Bro, look at this move.

From above...

Are you going to Maja's on Saturday?

I'm not invited.

For real?

Your ex must hate you. - Yep. He ain't the only one.

Fuck, man.

I'm sorry.

Are you going?

If Jenny is there, hell yeah.

We'll do spelling again at five.

Alright, Rambo? - Okay.

Come on, play for real. You're killing yourself all the time.

Leave me be. - I want to fight you, fucking emo.

Hey.

What do you want?

Are you playing without a power split?

Yes. We're playing without you, for sure.

Playing without a power split sucks.

Go away, I can't see.

Go play with your Barbie. Or your Legos.

I have to take a shit. Do you want to play single player mode?

Nah, I'm good.

Dude, Thai curry of death.

Have fun. - Thanks, bro.

Can we play for one round?

I think Sebbo is coming right back.

You've got a death wish?

Not bad.

Wow, what a combo.

Another round?

Huh...

Got your ass kicked?

No way.

But he ain't half bad. - Hand it over.

No, I want to play another round. - Hand it over now.

Hey, you hear me?

Hand it over now!

No. - What did I told you?

You told me shit.

I told you not to take my stuff. - Come on.

You always have to go overboard. Always.

What a brat, ey?

Come on, let's play with power split.

Yeah, sure.

Prevention program for young people, hello.

Hello?

Hey. - Hey.

Take your time. Just take a deep breath.

But can I ask you something?

Since we are a program for young people, I need to know how old you are.

I'm 15. - Great.

Do you want to tell me why you are calling?

You're not recording this, are you?

No, no. Anonymity is very important to us.

Everything you tell me is confidential.

So, I wanted to talk about something.

Uhm... and this problem...

has existed for a long time now.

I understand.

You're definitely brave for calling. Most people don't make it that far.

If you find it difficult to talk,

I can offer you a conversation with one of our therapists.

A therapist? - That's right.

We offer so-called explorative appointments.

It's like a kind of question-and-answer session.

The main thing is to listen to what's bothering you.

And then we can think together about how we can help you.

But that is entirely up to you and if you...

So, yes.

My sister mostly hangs out at her boyfriend's.

Okay. What does your mother do?

Good question.

She's looking for a job.

Well, I'm looking for her.

You? - Yes.

Sounds a little like reversed roles?

Yes, no idea.

I have a question, too.

Sure.

Why did you want to meet me again?

I figured you didn't have anyone else to talk to. Right?

Just to talk?

Just to talk.

Okay, listen, I'll be straight with you.

I have enough others I can call if that's what I'm after.

Is that one of them?

Well no.

That's my son.

You're married? - Yes.

For my son's sake, basically.

Wow. I didn't expect you to have kids.

Why?

Sorry.

Tell me more about the boy. - Which boy?

The one you are in love with.

I'm not in love.

But not here, don't you think?

He's really cute.

I can understand you well.

Yes, but it's totally stupid.

I mean, he's in second grade. Fucking second grade.

In elementary school!

He's probably learning how to multiply or to write subordinate clauses.

I don't think that's stupid. I really don't.

Can I ask you something? - Of course.

If it's okay. - Absolutely. Ask.

I watch some stuff sometimes.

No child pornography though.

At least nothing too heavy.

I just don't know if I'm crossing a line.

You'd have to give me an example.

A picture? - Yes.

Sure? - Come on.

Like that, for example.

That's easy.

Child pornography.

Look.

Child pornography.

Holiday picture.

Child pornography...

and holiday picture.

That doesn't make any sense.

You're right, it doesn't.

Mom?

Mom?

Yes?

How was it?

How was what? - The interview.

Yes?

But you were there, right?

Oh Mom. - I don't even speak English.

How do you know if you weren't there?

Mom? Mom! Of course you do.

What's this?

Maybe another time.

Yes, thank you.

Yes, I like working with people.

I can't do this.

Mom, you're overqualified for this job.

I know you mean well.

That's just perfect.

It looks really cool.

Now I have to get you something really good for your 16th.

Nah, it's fine. - Can you print guns as well?

Theoretically, yes. - Crazy.

Yes, but I mostly print stuff I use at home.

Give it to me.

How long did you work on that?

It was okay. I had to redo the nose. It was a bit ugly.

And the mouth and ears.

Basically everything.

Funny bro, real funny.

Did you show Gabo our electric chair? - No.

Do you want to see it?

We cleaned out grandpa Jörn's last week. Do you want to see?

Okay. Yes.

Do you really have one? - Nah, it's an old dentist chair.

A lot of people have died on this chair.

Really? - Yes.

So...

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like.

Nothing crazy, just normal stuff.

Like going to the cinema,

eating out...

fooling around a little.

Sounds nice.

But only in my mind.

I would never do this in real life.

I would never do anything bad.

He doesn't deserve that.

Going to the movies, hanging out, that doesn't sound bad.

Sounds like friendship.

That would be nice. - Then do it.

Can I pay this time?

Yes, this time you pay.

David Luchner?

Yes or just Dave.

Alright?

I'm Gabo, by the way.

Are you ready? - Of course.

Traffic light.

One nil for Gabo!

No idea what it's going to be like in a few years,

but I can't imagine it being over.

Having feelings for him.

Like in five years, when he's older.

But I am scared it might be that way.

That my feelings might go away.

If that makes sense?

It's your first time being in love, isn't it?

I don't know.

I never had this.

Never... like this.

Don't let anyone take that away from you. Ever.

You won't get it back so easily.

Do you have a crush on me?

I think you are incredibly cute...

clever, audacious.

Yes, I like you.

That's your shtick, isn't it?

First lure me into the dark woods, then shower me with compliments.

You wanted to go somewhere where we could talk in private, right?

I'm just kidding.

What are you doing?

Do you want me to take it away?

How would you like if I blew you?

No kissing. Promise.

I mean...

You already have your hand down my pants anyway.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom! - What?

What's up?

Did something happen? - You stopped breathing.

What? Are you nuts?

You weren't breathing anymore.

You'll drive me to my grave.

DID YOU DREAM ABOUT HIM AGAIN THAT NIGHT?

YES.

THAT'S NICE.

Hey. - Hi.

Did your boyfriend kick you out? - Haha. At least I have one.

Come on Gabo.

Did you hear us yesterday? - Your shouting and yelling?

Yes, could you hear that?

Yes, you could.

And you didn't want to take a look to... well, see what's happening?

What happened? - Mom stops breathing in her sleep.

I know. - You knew that?

It's called sleep apnea.

But it can lead to depression or strokes, high blood pressure.

I think mom has bigger problems.

And if she has a stroke? - What?

Never mind.

I didn't want to get on your nerves.

Gabo. - "Gabo..."

What a piece of shit.

Fucking piece of shit!

SAM MAKOWSKI STARTED FOLLOWING YOU.

Shall we meet up for some gaming later? - Definitely.

At yours? - Sure.

Sam, do you want to try?

What is it? - Wasabi.

What's that?

Sebbo sent me a video. Of Sam.

So?

You like the taste?

Cute.

What's wrong?

Oh my god. Spicy or what?

What's that?

Na, rather not.

Never done it?

My ex always wanted to.

But I didn't feel ready.

You're never fully ready.

You don't need to be scared. Really.

It only hurts a little, in the beginning, but then...

Believe me...

it's the best feeling in the world.

No. - Come on.

Do you want to be stuck in foreplay forever?

That's like driving down the highway at 20 mph

or being a soldier without ever going to war.

So?

Okay.

Do you want to try holding it?

No.

But shooting your unborn babies in my mouth, that's fine?

Never mind.

Like this? - Okay...

You're good at that.

Come on, lay down.

I don't know.

It's alright. This is completely normal afterwards.

Thursday at Henry's?

8 p.m.? - Yes.

I'll text you.

Sam, do you want to try?

What is it?

Wasabi. Very tasty. Come on.

So?

You like the taste?

What's wrong? Spicy or what?

Do you want something to drink?

What?

No, I'm waiting for someone.

Take your time.

HEY, I'M HERE. WHERE ARE YOU?

You have reached Bluebelt Lights, connection from David Luchner.

I can't answer the phone right now but you can leave a message after the beep.

Hey, it's me, Gabo.

I hope you're not mad I'm calling you.

But I haven't heard from you in a week.

And I'd like to talk.

Just talk.

Unless you are with one of the others.

Uhm...

But don't ghost me.

That's just not fair.

Again, the uniqueness stems from a comparison with contemporaries.

He doesn't paint any depth.

This is all black. It's only foreground.

That holds true for all his works.

Also in this one...

There are no elements referring to a location.

Gay.

Shut up.

So, what's this down here?

Look at the toes. What do you see?

They are very dirty. - Correct.

Such a realistic detail, these dirty nails.

Well done.

I sometimes just can't stand these retards in our class.

And their homophobic bullshit.

It wasn't that bad.

No, you have to stand up for yourself. - It's all good.

By the way...

I have a job for you. - A job?

Yep. Well, my mom wants to give grandpa Jörn two 3D figurines.

One of me, one of Sam.

Okay? - Dude.

If you are smart about it, you can get 100 bucks from my mom.

Alright? - Ok.

Where have you been? I tried calling you. Is your phone dead?

What's wrong? - That's what I wanna know. Come.

Yes. - There are people here.

Are you Gabriel Hanke?

Yes, I go by Gabo.

I'm Elisabeth Juhasz.

Hello. - Hi.

This is my colleague Sven Heister.

We are both criminal detectives.

May I call you Gabo?

Yes.

You are a student at Rosa Luxemburg High. 10th grade?

Ja. - Did he do something wrong?

No, don't worry.

We need his help with a case.

Do you think you could help us?

Yes?

Go on over there. Don't be rude. - Yes.

Have you seen this person before?

No, I don't think so.

Are you sure?

Yes. - Who is this?

This is David Luchner.

He's suspected of sexual abuse of a 14-year-old.

His parents are pressing charges.

We think there might be more victims.

Other young people with whom he may have met.

What does my son have to do with this?

We analyzed the suspect's cell phone data...

and established whom he was in contact with recently.

So you know this man?

Can I see the picture again?

Of course.

Thank you.

Yes. I did meet him.

About an internship.

An internship for school?

Yes, for next term.

Why didn't you tell me about it?

You didn't tell your mother?

Yes, it didn't work out anyway.

Alright.

Good.

I would be grateful if you could come to the police station...

at the end of the week...

to record your statement.

That would be very helpful.

Of course.

YOU WANT TO DELETE THE CONTACT TO "DAVID LUCHNER" AND ALL THE MESSAGES?

DELETE

Wait till grandpa Jörn sees this.

He'll be thrilled.

Chill out. - No, he will be pleased as hell.

I'll get Sam.

Sam!

Sam!

Don't be a princess.

What's going on? - He's mad because I hid his cap.

Hey, Gabo came over just to do this with us.

You're rude, don't you think?

Hey Gabo. - Hey.

Oh, something stinks.

I have to throw up.

Oh, it's you.

Shall we start? - Okay.

Stand here.

Now do this.

Take a deep breath.

Look to the left.

Perfect.

Now stand still.

Oh, shit!

Sebbo, could you come, please?

Can you manage without me? - Shit.

Of course.

Sebbo! - Yes.

Stand still. Don't move.

Wait. I have an idea.

Where was it?

Look to the left again.

Where was it?

Thanks, boss.

Perfect.

This way, please.

To your left, please.

Okay, Gabo.

Tell me again why you didn't accept the internship after all.

I wanted to do something in product development,

learn how to make prototypes.

3D modelling and...

And that wasn't possible at Bluebelt?

No.

Is this man in custody now?

The judge refused, unfortunately.

The charges are pressed by the boy's parents.

The 14-year-old himself is refusing to testify so far.

Mrs Hanke, we usually

question young witnesses in part on their own.

It won't take long. 10, maybe 15 minutes.

You want me to leave?

I'll bring you back in right away. - But I have the right to stay?

That's correct, yes.

Good.

Good.

Gabo...

Did you at any point have the impression that Mr Luchner wanted more from you?

No. I wouldn't know.

Did he ever make sexual advances?

Did he mention seeing other boys?

Do you know anything about that?

As I said, I don't know him that well.

So no?

No.

Alright, Gabo...

I'll be honest with you.

I don't think there was an interview.

What makes you think that?

I'm sorry if this is unpleasant for you.

You have reached Bluebelt Lights, connection from David Luchner.

I can't answer the phone right now but you can leave a message after the beep.

Hey, it's me, Gabo.

I hope you're not mad I'm calling you.

But I haven't heard from you in a week.

And I'd like to talk.

Just talk.

Unless you are with one of the others.

Uhm...

But don't ghost me.

That's just not fair.

Gabo, it's very important that you tell me the truth.

Don't I have some right to remain silent?

I mean, I don't have to answer if I don't want to.

Only if your answer incriminates you.

That's not the case, is it?

No.

I don't know the others.

I don't know what they look like.

Are you sure? - Yes.

Mom, wait.

Nothing happened, okay? - This man knows which buttons to push.

With a 15-year-old boy. - Mom, please calm down.

Do you think any mother wants that to happen to her son?

I don't know about other sons but nothing happened to me. Okay?

Alright. Then we'll go to Tessa's sister now.

What? No. - She treats young people in her practice.

But I said no.

You have to talk to someone.

If it's not me... - Mom!

If you want to help me, then just listen.

Alright.

I'll shut up and listen. What do you want to tell me?

Well, nothing then?

Gabo?

Gabo?

Mom says you talked on the phone as well?

Why are you asking if you already know?

Come on, can't we talk normally?

"Normal mode" activated.

I know you don't want to talk to mom about it.

I can understand that but obviously something happened

that you are not talking about.

I don't want you to get hurt, Bobo.

Bobo? You serious?

What?

Did you notice I'm not twelve anymore?

Dude. I'm just as worried as mom is.

Mom? - Yes, mom.

Do you know how many times she called me last week?

Just block her. - You don't just block people.

That's part of not being twelve anymore. - What?

Who is there when she's unwell? When she cannot cope?

That's right, me. And now you want to play big sister?

Because I am your big sister!

Anything else?

SEXUAL ABUSE

Does this boy look familiar?

No.

Maybe seen him in a picture.

No.

Do you know the name Frederic Lencer?

Or Freddy?

Freddy Lencer? - No.

Okay. - Why, who is that?

That's the boy whose parents pressed charges.

So, we found some more pictures in Mr Luchner's cloud.

Mainly family pictures, but...

also pictures of other teenagers and children.

We don't know where he got them, but...

I thought you might be able to help by telling me if you recognize someone.

Alright?

Good.

So.

No.

Okay.

No.

Okay.

No.

No?

Okay.

Can I see it again?

Yes.

But that's...

Isn't that Sebbo's brother?

Really? - Yes.

Yes, that's true. - Yes.

You know the boy? - Yes.

But he is only eight.

Can you give me a name?

Uhm, what's his name? - Sam.

Sam Makowski. - Sam Makowski?

God, how awful.

Gabo!

Hold up.

I'm leaving. - What about political science?

Can you tell Mrs Meinhardt I'm away? - Everything okay?

Not at all. - What's up?

Okay.

It's because of my brother.

A woman detective came by yesterday. - What?

Some guy had a picture of Sam on his computer.

He's a pedophile. - Fuck!

Indeed.

But is Sam okay? - Yes, I don't know.

I think so.

I'll tell you everything tomorrow. - Sure.

I have to go.

Mom. Can you answer the door?

Good morning, Gabo.

Hey.

Morning? - Morning.

Morning.

We have to take your cell phone to the police station.

I'm sorry but we have to assume that we will find chats or contacts

relevant to the investigation of Mr Luchner.

Is it because of Sam?

I have a court order here.

Do you have it on you?

No but I can go get it. - I'm coming with you.

Hey.

What's up?

What is going on with your phone? - Got to repair it.

Okay.

Hey, let's go to Holzi.

We have class. - Bro.

Come on. - What's up?

Come on. - What's up?

Why didn't you tell me you know the guy? - I don't know him.

You do know him. I know you do.

I don't know him.

I met him maybe twice for an internship. - Your mom says differently.

What? My mom? - She called yesterday.

Do you know what kind of bullshit my mom spills sometimes?

She believes climate change isn't real. - What are you talking about?

I mean she's... - But you know the guy?

I don't know. Yes.

Did he come on to you too? - What?

No!

I met him twice, it's not a big deal.

Not a big deal?

The guy is using pictures of my little brother to jerk off.

What's that got to do with me? - I don't know either!

Come on man but...

is Sam okay?

No idea. I think so.

He thinks the guy scammed him somehow.

Fuck.

Hey, let's skip school today.

Get some distraction.

I wonder how he found Sam.

The guy fucking lives in a different city.

I don't know.

How does he know Sam?

No idea, he might have found the pics on Insta.

Insta?

Well, he asked me for my Insta.

I gave it to him and maybe he looked up who I follow.

No, can't be.

I checked Sam's Insta. He didn't post the picture.

Okay.

I mean...

Did you maybe send him any pictures by accident?

What do you want?

I told you everything I know. What else can I do?

I don't know if you are telling me everything.

You haven't told me that you know this bastard!

Although you... - Ask Sam where he got...

Hey!

Leave Sam out of this.

I have no idea what went down between you and him. But leave Sam out of it!

Are you retarded?

Are you on your period?

Son of a bitch.

You paranoid...

Fuck!

Mom?

Mom!

Yes? - Do you enjoy this?

What do you mean? - Are you having a blast ruining my life?

I am going to crash if you keep screaming like that.

Yes, do that! Nobody is going to be at your fucking funeral.

You piece of shit!

Listen Gabo. If you want to talk to me, contact my lawyer Häußler-Roth. Okay?

What happened? - I'm sorry to drag you into this.

But I really can't talk to you here.

Did something happen with the other boy? - No, nothing. Nothing special.

Gabo, what do you think happened?

They confiscated my cell phone.

I didn't tell them anything.

Me neither.

Listen, if they don't get anywhere with the other boy, they'll come after you.

They'll continue until they know every little detail about me.

And about you as well. Do you understand?

I'm sorry, my boy.

NO RESULTS

SEND NEW MESSAGE TO: FREDDY-G

Freddy?

Yes? - I am Gabo.

Which school do you go to?

Max Beckmann.

Max Beckmann? Isn't that the rich folks' school?

Yes, my parents wanted me to go there.

How are they coping?

They're totally freaking out.

Yours too? - Yes, have been for weeks.

It's really tough.

I think they'd like to put me in a psychiatric ward.

Because of the whole Dave thing.

How do you know his name? Dave's, I mean.

He told me the first time.

The first time?

Yes. When we met for the first time.

So...

Did you two...

No.

You?

No way.

Well... A couple of times he...

You know.

Me too.

How do they have sex?

I mean the ducks.

They definitely have pretty disgusting dicks.

Like small screws.

A little like Dave. - Yes.

That thing looked really weird.

Did you also...

Shit.

Yes, it wasn't that bad.

It tastes a bit funky but...

Really? Dude, that's pretty heavy.

He asked me too but...

No. - Well...

If he does me, I kinda have to...

Did you tell them?

Whom? The cops?

I'm not stupid, man.

Did you?

Yes, everything.

What do you mean everything?

Everything that we did together.

Wow.

It felt really good.

Talking about it.

Letting it all out.

And then they stopped asking.

And your parents? - Mrs Juhasz is sworn to confidentiality.

She can't tell them anything.

That woman, man, what a hag.

Like from a TV crime show.

But like I said...

it felt really good.

I promise.

Hey.

I left you an ice cream sandwich in the freezer if you like.

Ok, cool.

It's a pity we didn't see each other this weekend, isn't it?

Yes, maybe next one.

For sure.

Did you get your phone back?

No. - That's so messed up.

These fucking cops.

I'm getting it back next monday.

I am just so tired of all this.

I want nothing to do with all this shit anymore.

With this guy?

All of it.

Dude! Ugh!

What? - You are disgusting.

What am I supposed to do? - So disgusting.

So what?

Something else happened, right?

What I told you.

There's more. - It all wasn't that bad.

You're almost crying, man.

I'm just so stressed out.

With school and stuff.

I'm going to sleep.

Good night.

SAM MAKOWSKI, MISSED CALL

EVERYTHING OKAY?

HOW ARE YOU?

HAVE YOU FINISHED MY FIGURE YET?

NEW MESSAGE TO FREDDY-G

DID YOU TALK TO THE POLICE HAG?

It feels totally unreal.

But he didn't go to our school, right? - No, he goes to Max Beckmann High.

Went to Max Beckmann. - Did he die?

His mother found him in his room,

foam at his mouth, he had stopped breathing.

Really? - He isn't dead.

He is at the hospital.

He took a whole pack of pills.

But by accident?

Yeah sure, by accident.

Crazy.

Leni said they had to take out his whole stomach.

Like surgically remove it? - How do you know he's still alive?

I don't actually know...

WE ARE THINKING OF YOU!

WHY THE HELL?

A GUARDIAN ANGEL FOR YOU!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

AT THE FAIR? IN 2 HOURS?

Gabo, man.

Nobody knows you're here, right?

No. - Sure?

Yes.

Did you hear? About the boy?

My lawyer called me this morning.

Do you think he wanted to kill himself? - With everything he swallowed?

Yes.

But why? Why did he do that?

Fuck.

Honestly? I'm not surprised.

The police called the boy in six times.

You don't know Freddy but it was probably...

just way too much for him.

And you don't know his parents.

At least they dropped the charges this morning. They finally got it.

What did you actually do with each other?

Go for a swim, eat out.

Sometimes more.

So blowjobs?

Yes.

That's my specialty, isn't it?

Did he also...

No, he didn't want to.

No?

No. Why are you asking?

I don't know. - What?

What don't you know?

Never mind.

You know... I think Freddy was also fighting depression.

What? - I'll show you.

Here.

I thought they took your phone?

Yes, they took one phone.

I always told him to open up to a teacher or look for a therapist.

We had already met a couple of times when he texted me this:

"I don't want a therapist, Dave, I rather want...

somebody like you."

I never thought he'd do something like that.

How are you feeling with all that?

Not that good?

Listen, this will probably take a few months.

Then we'll meet up and you tell me everything that happened.

My lawyer tells me they will drop the investigation.

But it will take two or three more months.

If I am not too old for you then.

Not bad.

Shall I drop you off somewhere?

Nah... I'm good.

Okay. See you then.

Gabo?

Yes?

Gabo, you have a visitor.

Yes.

Hey Gabo.

Hey.

Come on in.

What are you doing here? - Oh my god.

Does Sebbo know you are here? - He is a dickhead.

So nobody knows you are here? - No.

It turned out great.

Hey Sam, this is bad. Okay? Let's go.

Wait. I'll just take a picture.

Sam. What's wrong with you? This is bad.

Come on. Let's go.

What's going on here?

Hey Sebbo. - Do you have dementia or something?

What did I tell you? - You gonna beat me up?

Did he do something? - What?

Did you do anything? Nude pictures or something?

Are you stupid? Is it my fault that he follows me around?

What?

He's getting on my nerves. Not the other way around.

But it's no surprise if you treat him like shit.

Fuck off.

Can't you talk, you idiot?

Are you crying now? Huh?

Huh?

You have no idea about the shit that happened to me.

Unfortunately, you cannot make a statement anonymously.

At least not if you want to report someone for a crime.

You have to give the accused the opportunity to defend himself.

Do you understand, Gabo? - Yes.

But as I said, the case is closed.

My hands are tied in this regard.

If you have anything else, you need to talk to the prosecutor.

Without further evidence, the case will be closed for good.

Mr Hanke?

I'm Mr Jaeger.

Do you want to come with me?

Do you need another break?

No, it's alright.

I'll sum it up again.

You met Mr Luchner in June this year for the first time. Right?

After your first sexual encounter, you continued to see each other?

Yes.

But you said, you never really liked it.

Yes.

I don't know.

Was there any specific reason that you kept on meeting Mr Luchner?

He was just nice.

Until the mentioned abuse finally occurred in the hotel?

Yes.

Do you recall your answer when he suggested to go further?

No, I don't remember.

Did you consent?

Or did you refuse?

I don't know.

At first I said no.

Then he pressured me.

I should think about him as well.

About his needs.

What did you reply?

Nothing, kind of.

I mean, I didn't reply.

Then he just went for it.

Now we've gathered a very precise, strong witness statement, Mr Hanke.

That's very good.

Okay.

Is there any record of this evening?

A conversation? A chat about that evening?

No. - Some diary entry?

What does that mean? - Well...

The next step is to certify credibility and question the accused.

But we shouldn't expect too much.

It is still a case with only one witness.

If there is anything else which could help us, then...

Is there anything?

Well, there is another phone.

Of Dave's. - What would we find on there?

Plenty.

All those chats. - Chats with the other teenagers?

Chats with you?

Why isn't he getting out?

Can you text him? - Just...

Just text: "I'm here now." That's enough.

Okay?

I'M HERE NOW.

Yes, perfect.

Okay. Don't answer yet.

Sven? - Ersoy and Schwarze, come in.

We establish contact. - You can't do anything wrong, alright?

Just keep him on the phone until the officers arrive.

What if he hangs up? - As I said:

Unlocking the phone will be close to impossible.

It will all be over in a minute.

Hey! Hey Dave!

Yeah, hey.

Where are you?

I am at the restaurant. - Alright, but which one?

On Wendelsweg, at Mecces.

We wanted to meet at the Greek place. What's wrong?

Shit.

Are you stoned or something? - No, I'm not.

Okay, but who goes where?

How... - Police! Watch out! Get down!

They shall get the phone!

Do you got the phone?

Is it unlocked? - Yes it is unlocked.

Well done.

I mean he just scribbled on a note pad the whole time, very bored.

I don't think it'll work out.

It will, mom. This time you'll get the job for sure.

What kind of position is it, actually?

Come on Emi, that's too loud. - Sorry.

Human Resources. - I'm 100 % sure, Mom.

But that sounds great. - We will see.

What? - Oh, come on.

Okay, again, come on. You are so disgusting.

Hello, this is Elisabeth Juhasz. I would like to speak with Gabo.

Can he call me back?

Hello?

What?

What does that mean? Criminally relevant? I don't understand.

Gabo, come here.

Yes, half past three?

Yes, we can make that.

Yes, he's here. Yes.

It's the police.

Hello?

Gabo, hi. I need you to come to the police station...

with your mother today, please.

Okay.

We found your chats with Mr Luchner on his phone.

The chats concerning Sam Makowski as well.

You know what I'm talking about, don't you?

Yes.

You are not being accused

but we need to evaluate if a crime has been or is being committed.

Do you understand?

Okay. - Good.

Mom. Mom, you don't need to come along.

I'm not letting you go to the police alone.

I wrote some bullshit, okay?

The other boys write shit that's way worse.

Ask Sebbo! - You're making a complete fool of me.

You don't even know what's in those chats! - So please tell me!

Gabo, tell me!

What is there?

You know what? I'll let Mrs Juhasz tell me.

I won't protect you if they press charges against you.

Mom, I can drive, too. - What the fuck are you talking about?

Get in now! - Let it go, please come now.

Now get in that fucking car!

What is wrong with you? You stupid, stupid child!

Mom! Are you completely nuts?

Get in the car. - Yes. I'll do that.

Everything okay?

Everything okay?

Mom? Hey.

Mom! Mom!

Wow! Really! Wow!

Okay. Forget about it.

Gabo, forget it.

Hey. Don't cry. It's alright.

It's not your fault. Okay?

I am a pedo...

What? - I am a pedophile.

What?

It's too much, Emi.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't take it anymore.

Come on.

What are you thinking?

This is...

This is heavy.

And about me?

What are you thinking about me?

That...

That...

you will always be my brother.

Okay?

No doubt about it.

You are Bobo. - Yes.

Right?

I love you.

Okay? I still love you.

Come here.

It's alright. It's alright.

It's alright. Yeah, I know.

Gabo?

Shall we?

Did you speak with Sam's parents as well?

I wanted to talk to you first.

As long as there is no actual suspicion, we don't start an investigation.

We don't question all the others involved until then.

Okay.

Good.

The chat history from you...

I mean...

in the period from...

July to October indicates...

that you had a lot of contact with Sam.

Right?

In these chats there are also

very explicit descriptions of sexual actions with the boy.

What? I haven't done anything.

Gabo.

You are not being accused.

Not yet.

Otherwise, the prosecution would already be involved.

What did I write? - The exact wording?

Yes.

Good.

Well, on August 15th Captn,

Mr Luchner, writes:

"Tell me."

Reply Moony15:

"Can't even remember what happened..."

And then a monkey holding his eyes shut.

"I was gaming with Sebbo.

But then Sam came along.

Just can't stop thinking about how we touched.

His leg on my leg. It all felt so warm, somehow.

I don't know if it's wrong, us being so close.

But it's just the best feeling."

Now three purple hearts.

Do you want to see?

Prefer to read it yourself? - No.

Okay.

September 5th.

Mr Luchner writes: "What are you thinking of?"

Moony15:

"Of how we lay together on his bed.

I stroke his chest, he gets goosebumps.

I take his nipple in my mouth and bite. But really softly.

My other hand between his legs.

Until he's hard."

And then:

"I want to see him come for the first time in his life.

See it shooting out.

Be the first to swallow his cum."

Now some splashes of water.

I just wrote something.

Some random shit that boys write.

But nothing happened, Mrs Juhasz.

The two were wrestling and...

Sam somehow bumped against my hip.

That's all.

Did anything else happen afterwards? - No.

That was all? - Yes, of course.

Did you ever make any advances? Sent pictures.

Pictures? - Nude pictures, for example?

No.

Gabo. Gabo.

It's really important that you tell me the truth.

We will investigate if there is any doubt.

Mrs Juhasz, I haven't done anything.

Really.

They are just fantasies.

But everyone has some fantasies.

It doesn't mean I would do anything.

What can I do to prove it?

The only thing I can do...

is to do nothing.

That's all I can do.

Do nothing.

Mom?

Hello?

Hello. - Yes.

Can you say something?

What am I supposed to say?

Can you look at me, please?

Mom.

What?

What is it?

Do you hate me?

What kind of question is this?

Do you think this would be so hard on me if I hated you?

So? What did Sam say?

Well, that he doesn't know if he posted it on Insta or not.

He uploads all kinds of shit. This boy has no style.

That was quite a shitty move.

Yeah, I may have overreacted a little. - A little bit?

Bro, this situation was creepy. This guy...

You and Sam hanging out. - I'm just the better brother.

I'm really sorry about the whole shit show.

It's okay.

Yeah...

Let's...

you know, talk more.

This is your day pass.

Thank you.

Come here, please.

Name, address and signature. - Spread your arms.

First, the judge will instruct you about your obligations and rights.

Then ask for some personal details.

Name, age, which school you are visiting.

Then of course, about the matter itself.

The accused will sit with his back towards you during your statement.

Except if you want to see him?

No, it's fine.

Any other questions?

Thanks.

You can take a seat. They'll call your name.

Perfect. Thanks.

It's gonna be alright.