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Calm down.

Monday

You were dreaming.

Shit, shit, shit.

What's wrong?

I have it
- What?

I have the damn dove bug.

No, no. No, you don't know that.

You're just pregnant.
- My eyes are red.

My eyes are red, too. We should
try sleeping some nights.

Hey, it's natural to be scared.

It's a terrible thing.

We should stay calm and wait.

You'll get your test results
today and then we'll see.

If I'm sick, I'm sure
I've infected you.

If you are sick, I want
to be sick too.

You're full of shit.
- One of my best qualities.

Shit! I have to go!

Ole's funeral...

We're going, right?

Yes, of course.

This funeral cannot take place
under any circumstances!

- What?

Let the council announce
an assembly ban.

You can order an assembly ban!

The boy was one of us.
People want to mourn.

People will soon have
much more to mourn

if you do not act immediately.

Then you can issue bans.

You have all the authority.
If it's really that dangerous,

you stand up and tell people.

Please tell me this has nothing
to do with your reelection.

Two days ago, the most important
thing for you was

that I calm people down.

I did that and now I'm supposed
to tell those same people

that they can't even go
to the cemetery anymore?

The situation has changed.
This is the real deal now.

Then where are all those
competent superiors

who should be here instead of
you if things got serious?

They're deployed in the
rest of the state!

It's not just Sloborn.

We have hotspots in
Frankfurt, Lübeck,

Paderborn, at Lake Constance.

The Chancellor has set up
a crisis management group,

the federal governmentis taking over.

From now on, all further
action will be

coordinated centrally from Berlin.

So that means you have no
authority at all now?

Not like this. I want a coffin.

Cancel the funeral.

People should stay at home
until disease control have

the situation in hand.

I'll discuss this with Mikkel.

Resistance

I... I don't have it.

They examined me, I don't have it.

Me neither.

Dad. I'm sorry...
- Silence.

Don't ever lie to me again.

Of course, I...

YOU MADE A FOOL OUT OF ME!

YOU COULD HAVE BEEN DEAD!

YOU. COULD. HAVE. INFECTED. EVERYBODY.

YOU COULD HAVE INFECTED ME!

You could have been dead.

Get ready.

Your classmate's funeral
is in two hours.

I don't want to.
- We're going.

So you'll see what that looks like.

Here on the island, after the
death of one of our students,

many parents wonder why the
schools are not yet closed.

Lucia Bachmann, from the Epidemic
Control Department,

pointed out that without
a cabinet decision,

the schools can only make
a recommendation for now.

The fear of a worldwide recession
as a result of the pigeon

flu virus

No.

No one's jumped ship yet.

But if we stay on the news,
I don't know how long

I can keep people in line.

Well, at least it's not
just us anymore.

The fort project has come
to a standstill.

The Gramberg family suddenly
hesitate about the cottage,

the pension guests are leaving,
in the middle of the season.

Do you need money?

No thanks, Dad.

Hello, honey. Yes, good girl.

Good morning, madame.
- Morning.

Is something wrong?
- Check your phone.

Mom 7 missed calls

Oh.
- You know the rule

for school nights.

I'm not supposed to go for now.
- Exactly. And stay at home.

I was only with people I would
have infected before already,

or vice versa.

Your labs came back.
- And?

They found the virus in your
blood but the count is low.

Your immune system seems
to be handling it well.

So I'm healthy'?
- Almost. Soon.

Am I contagious?
- No.

Does Dad know yet?

I haven't told him anything.

Why?

He's coming tomorrow anyway.
You can tell him everything then.

Then he doesn't even
know that I'm...

- I didn't want to upset him.

I'll go get the boys.

I didn't want to send
them to school either.

And Ole's funeral?

We shouldn't go there either.
I have a bad feeling about it.

How do you think his parents will
feel if nobody shows up?

- I'm sure they'll understand.

I'm definitely going.

You said it yourself:
I'm not contagious.

Three days of rest with your laptop
in a hotel by the sea,

only interrupted by a small reading.

Yes? - There was no reading,
the three days are now six

and what's worse, there's a deadly
virus on your island.

Baby, what are you
still doing there?

- Arthur.

My main character. I don't know.

The island, these people here.
It might be exactly

what he's missing.

Oh, God, not one of those "rural
life is real life" stories.

- No, no, no.
Not real life.

Salvation. For him.

You want to rewrite the ending now?

Not rewrite.
- How far are you really?

I have five more weeks.
- And you'd spend them in the

middle of the apocalypse?

The Apocalypse is inspiring!

Do not let the islanders
assimilate you.

- Bye.

And don't end up happy.
- Don't worry.

Come in.

Do you have everything you need?
- Absolutely.

Look, I don't want to
be a burden to you.

There are a lot of hotel
rooms available now...

Nonsense.
You stay here.

I just wanted to tell you that

we're going to a funeral now.

And there's going to be
no shared breakfast,

but you know where everything is.

Who's getting buried?

Hey Helena, finally. How are you?

Do you really care?

What do you mean? Of course.

Evelin has the virus.

What'?
- Don't worry.

The count is decreasing.

She's gonna be fine.

Why didn't you tell me? I've
been calling a lot.

What could you have done? Huh?

All the biotechs are working
on the pigeon flu.

Mefol has also been given a
government contract.

I'm on it.

Congratulations.
- There are indeed some

interesting case studies.

Maybe I can do more for Sloborn
here than at home.

So you're not coming tomorrow?
- Yes, yes.

I promised the kids.
- Always super-daddy, huh?

Weren't we going to handle
this like adults?

- Always grown up, always reasonable.

Except that the fucking world is
coming to an end over here.

I'm leaving tomorrow
right after work.

Here. Put this on.

I can go to the funeral?
- We're all going.

Hey. I got your text.
Sorry I didn't get back

to you right away.

I... honestly don't really
know what to say.

Wasn't really serious anyway.

Anyway, it's crazy about Ole.

That kind of came up too.

Will I see you at the funeral?

I'd like that.

See you soon.

I can't forbid Olaf and Ute
to bury their child.

Yeah, I understand that.
But

should we really take
the risk of the disease

spreading any further?

Why are we even arguing?
Is that an order?

No.
- Why not?

Because the federal government has
set up a crisis unit and

they are on their way here.
- She can only advise us.

We are responsible.

But as soon as they get here,
they'll mandate the exact same thing.

You've checked all suspicious cases?
- Yes, of course.

So? How many virus spreaders
have we got?

- Besides the dead guy?

One. Fiete Mansur.
But

the problem is,
the virus is still virtually

unexplored.

The first cases in South America
are only a few weeks old.

We know next to nothing
about latency, how many

strains there are, how fast
it mutates and so on.

Rolf. You decide.

People should decide for themselves
whether to go or not.

- The people are not
competent at all.

Excuse me. Everyone knows it's
serious. It's a funeral.

You were the one handing out
those face masks. - Yes?

- Are they any good?

They reduce the risk.
- Good.

People should wear them.
And we'll go talk to them.

Are we leaving?
- You stay here.

Rm going by myself.

What'? No. I'm coming.
- No debate!

Stupid wanker.

I think it's done. Won't last.
It's a load-bearing beam.

We should replace it.
What do you think?

Sure.

Let's drive to the
village after lunch

and get some extra support beams.

Yes.

What is it?

What do you mean?

What happened?
- I hit my head.

Bullshit. You got in a fight.

Look up there.
I'm ripping

out those damn beams.
I've hit my head hard.

Devid.

Here.

This project here, the "New Chance".
It's not all work and no play.

It's about not falling back
into old patterns.

It's about playing by the rules.

Solving problems without violence.

Openness and honesty.

Was that Anton and his group?
- I hit my head.

Or do you really think I'd be
the only one looking like this

if there was a fight?

Freja! Get everyone together.

You'll never make it if
you don't trust anyone.

Do you understand that?

Leave some space.

Stand back, please.

Don't stand so close together.

I killed people.

Two mates and me were fucked up.

My father was out drinking
and my mother... no idea.

We did drugs and then we went
to the highway bridge.

At first we just talked. Where
we would go and stuff.

Then things escalated.
The two of them were hanging

off of the bridge.

I wanted to one-up them.

I grabbed a rock and
dropped it on a car.

- Devid, you're a little...

For the last time, Anton.

I kind of wanted some action.
An explosion maybe, and a crash.

The stone went directly
through the windshield.

And hit a mother of two.

She was killed instantly.

The kids died in the crash.

No explosion. Nothing. Just dead.

I killed a family.

I can't make it up to them.

Not by rebuilding a fucking barn.

This is forever. It'll
stay all my life.

An old friend told me
that we are all

heirs to our former selves.

It's true.

You must accept your heritage
and make the best of it.

Give your life meaning.

And only you can do that.

Devid has taken three lives.

Perhaps it means he now has
to live his life for four.

Today on the island, a child
your age will be buried,

killed by something as pointless
as the pigeon flu.

No one knows why we, of all
people, get to live on.

But we do.

And that's precious.

If God is fair...

To the living.

Cheers.
- And the Lord a good

shepherd to man,

then he must know how
desperate we are.

How full of pain, of sorrow
and disappointment...

Pussy.

And yes, anger.

There's also anger.

You, Ute and Olaf, have
lost the most important.

Your only son.

And because we often find
it hard to believe

in a righteous God, we ask why.

But we don't just want
to see the loss.

We also want to see the gift.

The gift of a much too short,
but still eventful

and sheltered life.

That Ole was able to
live among people

who loved him on our
beautiful island.

He was

the shining star in
his parents' sky.

And when I look into your
faces today, I know

that he was a loyal friend,
an attentive classmate,

an adventurous companion or buddy.
And that is how we want

to remember Ole.

As a young person with warmth,
vitality, openness and love.

Ole Bager,

rest in peace.

You meant a lot to Ole. Thanks.

So did he.

Are you all right?

It's okay.

Keep you updated
of the instructions

we've received so far.

Now listen!

Long-distance travel will
be severely restricted.

I'm just telling you the
instructions that we've received...

visitors, tourists will
unfortunately no longer be

allowed to visit our island.

All public facilities will
be extensively disinfected.

And effective immediately,
please stick to it:

You must wear gloves and face
masks.

They are available free
of charge at the town hall

or at the crisis centre.

And please don't leave the house
unless it's absolutely necessary.

I have to go to the bathroom.

I have to go to the bathroom,
can you save me a seat?

Hi Yvonne. Here you are.
- Occupied.

What's up with her?

So... you're in love with me.

Don't worry, I won't
tease you about it.

You know...

I always had a little crush on Ole.

I can't believe that he's just
not going to be around anymore.

I never told Ole.

I guess I wasn't as brave as you.

How can you achieve anything
if you don't have courage, Herm?

Put your face mask back on.
And you shouldn't be here.

Yvonne. Come on.

Shit.

I was so scared that I'm infected.

I didn't get my own results yet
but hearing this I can relax.

If I had infected you...

It's all so surreal.

Ole, you, my parents,

Pregnant.

Dad's coming tomorrow. I'm going
to the appointment...

At least Luis is okay.

I'm happy for you.
- Thank the Lord.

I really thought "this
isn't happening".

Rolf, how bad is it really?

Apocalypse. You're an expert on that.

Old Testament.

Nobody knows it yet, but things
are getting out of hand worldwide.

And all we've got so far
is a jurisdictional tussle

and a lot of confusion.

I don't get it.
Why

can't everyone be
prudential like us Sloborners.

We have to stick together now.
You must keep your flocks

calm, and I must keep
my citizens calm.

Or else Sodom and Gomorrah
will break out here.

That is not the right comparison.

My uncle's scared.

He knows the most and he's scared.

We were still booked up
for over a month.

Our hotel can't handle guests
not being let on the island.

Can you promise us that
there will be a smooth

ferry service again as
soon as possible?

I don't have an overview
of it myself yet.

My brother's waiting for disaster
control to arrive.

Disaster control?
- Disease Control, Health

Department, whatever.

Guys, I'm on the tourism board.

And what about supplies?
Are helicopters allowed

to fly to bring food?

Helena, my shop will be empty in
two days if this keeps up.

Then there's only fish for the
guests if the fishermen catch

anything. - I don't know
any more than you do.

I´ll...

talk to the mayor and get
the politicians involved.

Great tourism commissioner.

What is this? What are
you doing here?

Looks good on you.

I was at the funeral.
- Why?

I live here. I'm a houseguest
at the Ponzes.

I've witnessed a lot of the crisis.

You're Merit's author.

I don't find the genitive
appropriate here, but yes,

I am a writer.

Then you must have forgotten this.

Oh, yes. Thanks! Already
looked for that.

You thought I was a whore?
- I have the utmost respect

for that trade.

Listen, I...
- I know.

It was just a one-time thing,
it was just sex.

It was pure desire.

A discharge. A night of passion.

And it was all good, but
now your kids are here

and your island people
and your life.

And I'm something like an
embarrassing photo on lnstagram

after a night of drinking.

Sort of.

But for that one moment...
it worked.

Yes, it did.

Mom, how long are we staying?
- Alex ate a whole lot of candy.

And you played on James' phone.
- Excuse me, I'm gonna have to...

Where is Lukas, anyway?
- Over there with Evelin.

Everybody get out.

Oh. Floater, floater!

Hello!
- Gidday.

Hey! Don't touch anything.

Whoever needs something comes to me!
- Hello, Erik.

How are you?
- Oh man, Magnus.

I see you're still impervious
to good advice.

We need 40 wooden beams 15
by 15, one beam 20 by 20.

And some strong cordless drills...

I warn you. Anyone who steals
anything here gets kicked out.

All of this set up onto
one of your trailers.

Freja.

Freja? Can I buy an axe?

Nonsense!

SQ?

Anton, you ruin everything
with your bullshit.

They have some fantastic rocks
in there, are you sure

you don't want to pick one to
kill another family with kids?

You know what I've heard?

No.

The yacht with the virus had
valuables stolen off of it.

How many thieves do you
have in your gang?

My kids didn't do this.
I think they have them all.

I was having a drink with Mikkel
on Friday night and...

the search was still on for...
a few rats like yours.

You know, at our farm, kids
learn that violence

already starts with language.

Maybe you should take
the class sometime.

Why? Because of "rats"?

You know why.

Because rats carry diseases.

2347 €.

Burns a hole in your
pocket, this project.

- It's worth it.

The state is paying for it, huh?

No, not everything.

I'm selling the house.

What does Jan say about that?

Not so fast. Hey!
- Yes, yes.

Hey, baby!
What are you

doing on this island?
- I don't talk to tourists!

We're not tourists! We're felons!

What's your name?
- Are you dangerous?

Come down and I'll show
you how dangerous I am!

- Hey!
What are you doing?

Get in.

See you, beautiful woman.

Hey, look at that woman.

Romy! Go inside!

What do you think? Movie night?

Yes. - I wanted to go
outwith Knuspa first

and then go to bed early.

Honey, are you all right?
- Yes. It's...

It's about Ole...

What do you want to watch?
- Mission Impossible! -

Avengers! - Beetlejuice!

The pigeon flu has reached Germany
and is causing alarm all

over the country.

After the first cases on the
North Sea island of Sloborn,

several patients from
other crisis regions

have now been admitted to
the disease centers.

Already identified are cases from
Frankfurt, Paderborn, the

Lake Constance region and Lübeck.

Berlin has declared a national
state of emergency.

Hey. How are you?

Hey...

I wanted to apologize to you.

I was kind of rude to you today.
- No not at all. What do you mean?

And then my stepdad.

He's not that bad.

I thought your text was really cute.

Really?
- Are you home alone?

My Dad's busy in his
office downstairs.

They're all going into panic
mode about the flu.

Aren't you afraid?
- Yes sure. But...

The end of the world can't
be as bad as my dad.

My stepfather is praying for
the end of the world.

- Really?
Crazy.

My...

My dad fucks with the Tietze.

I know.

Everyone knows.

Oh God.

Embarrassing.

Should we meet some
time and talk more?

Sure.

Today?

Sure. Sounds great.

Bus stop "Nonnensteig". Nine o'clock.

Okay.

Bye.
- Bye.

Okay, guys. Let's go.

Get up.

Come on, pack your stuff.

What is this?

We're getting out of here.

Why?
- I told you we'd blow this up.

How do you think they're gonna
react in the morning when

half their flock is lost?

I'll tell you what, that jerk
will be completely fucked.

Destruction completed.

Hey Mikko. Go and check
if the girls are ready!

You too, Keith?

"You, too, Keith." Just shut the
fuck up, Devid, all right?

Keith's got the balls.

Come on.

I don't know, Anton.

Maybe I'll stay.

Whatever. We're more than enough.

They stole Magnus's brother's boat
at the marina the other day.

Lobo hot-wired it. It's
down in the bay.

And they're going to cross
the ocean with that?

Only to the mainland.

Are you wearing my aftershave?
- No, I'm not.

I'm going out again.

You know, Hermann, I'd
like to let you go.

That Yvonne, she's quite something.
- Dad, let me go.

But you lied to me yet again.
You were at the funeral.

DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID?

YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW?

You can't do that.

What'?
- You can't hit me.

Then you're grounded! A week!

And no phone.
- Give me back my phone!

Please, please!

Give it back, you ASSHOLE, please!

You apologize to me right now!
Or I'll keep the phone for a

week!

I'm sorry...

Pardon?
- I'M SORRY!

Where are you?

Come here, Knuspa.

Come.

This way.

Knuspa, here.

How are you?

Got a headache.
- I'll make you a hot water bag.

Shit. Herm, where are you?

I changed my mind.

Hey!

What is this?

You'll fuck everything up!

That's the plan. Or do you
believe in all this shit?

That they have your best
interests at heart?

They just want to break you.
So

that we become the sort of
mainstream square shits

that our little cowardly
psychopath so loves

to shoot off the highway.

Come on.

I can't let you go.

Then stop me.

Or can you only do that with
women and small children?

Let's go.

Yeah, I know.

I understand. Yes, of course. Sure.

Yes, okay.

I'll tell him.

That was Freja. A simple fracture.

Dr. Lange set Anton's arm
straight and splinted it.

He can come back tomorrow.
At least we're not losing

a worker in him.

But unfortunately, Devid, you have
to leave. Back to prison.

Tomorrow you will be picked up.

You know, you were the one I
really had high hopes for.

Who decided that?

Well, you did.

When you broke Anton's arm.

Was it really worth it?

It's time.

We, the people must act now.

As you have no doubt heard,
we are cut off from

the outside world.

We can forget about this season.

Do you know who's spreading
the virus on the island?

The immigrant scum!

Whom the government are
gifting full board

at our expense at the
Ostergaard Farm.

They came to my place today
and stole from me.

Just like someone stole
from the Virus Boat.

Mikkel told me.

These vermin must get off Sloborn.

And we will do it!