All language subtitles for Helgoland_513_S01E05

Don't worry, your tests were negative.

- My God, this virus test.
- What?

They are pretty paranoid here,
don't you think?

Are you here because of the free spot?

You too?

Yes, the people
who questioned me seemed nice.

Yes, they seemed to be
very reasonable, professional.

They asked a lot of questions, in any case.

Really?

- What do you do?
- I'm a surgeon.

Well, a medical student

with a one-year internship
in trauma surgery.

Surgeon.

There aren't many left.

- And you?
- Pharmacist.

Formulation.

It's not so easy
to get the ingredients, is it?

I use herbs and plants.

Then I know who to ask
when I need chamomile tea.

Good luck tomorrow.

You too.

This is our last windmill.

If this one fails too,
we'll only have the sun.

- Sure.
- I'll make it easy for you.

I'll give you just one task.

If something breaks, don't do anything.

Just call me. Any idiot can do that.

Especially in the generator building.

Do you remember Thies?

Don't be a smartass, pal.

You only got the job because your wife
is Bea's new best friend.

Nice for you. But don't push it.
Do exactly what I tell you.

No more and no less.

Do you know how to tell
good and bad craftsmen apart?

Look at their tools.

Keep the stuff clean and...

What's this here?

It's still full.

Cherry schnapps.

Wow.

That's something. Where did it come from?

It was under the dirty tools.

Smells like cat puke.

You can call it a day,
I'll take care of the rest.

Okay.

Thank you.

Friends, we need
highly qualified people here with us.

People who will build our world with us.

We're creating
a civilization out of nothing.

And we want the best for that.
Because our island needs the best.

Isn't that pretty elitist?

What about the poor,
huddled masses yearning to breathe free?

We've considered a lot of applicants.

And we have two main candidates

whom we think would be
a great enrichment for our island.

One of them is Kaisolochukwu Abubukar.

A licensed pharmacist.

And Daniela Ambessa.

A graduate of the University of Hamburg

with a few years of experience
as a surgical intern.

Go ahead, Marek.

A 70-year-old patient complains of nausea.

He vomited and has pain
in his lower abdomen.

The clinical examination
shows significant pain upon pressure

with knock pain
and contralateral pain upon release.

Lab results show
CRP levels of four mg per deciliter

with a leukocyte count
of 10,000 units per liter.

What is your diagnosis?

I would like to skip over
this hypothetical scenario

and say a few words.

I've gained a lot of experience
in the post-virus world.

I've made my own protective suits.

I've worked
in improvised emergency rooms.

And I've sewn together a lot
of people who had been written off.

I pulled bullets out of
a little boy's leg with just my hands.

And he's playing soccer
somewhere out there while we speak here.

I save lives with few tools.

And if there is any doubt about it,
I'm happy to hold a demonstration.

Okay. Nevertheless, Daniela,
please answer my question.

The most likely diagnosis
is an inflamed appendix,

an acute appendicitis.

I would do a very
conventional appendectomy.

How exactly would you proceed
with this operation?

We gain access to the abdomen
with a McBurney incision.

Then we locate the sacrum
and produce the appendix.

Then we ligate the appendix,
and sever the corresponding vessels

and we recess the vermiform
appendix with a purse-string suture.

And then we close the abdominal wall.

Okay, let's move on.

Kaisolochukwu, please define
the term therapeutic index

and name at least one drug
with a low therapeutic index.

Well,

the therapeutic index is the distance

between a therapeutic dose
and a toxic dose.

A larger one, a larger therapeutic index,

is present with lithium and digitoxin.

Which plant does digitoxin come from?

From the foxglove.

A young woman comes to you,
labored breathing,

low oxygen saturation,

dehydrated, reduced heart rate,
but still she seems relaxed,

even euphoric,

as if decoupled
from her clear physical complaints.

I would suspect a mix of benzodiazepines,

alcohol and other psychoactive substances.

A mixed intoxication that causes
respiratory, circulatory depression.

It can last hours,
but it can also take days.

Flumanethyl, if we have that at all.

But that's how you get
most benzos under control.

But only if the respiratory function
is threatened by the benzos.

And deciding that is a doctor's business.

That's right.

Well, thank you. That's it.

We'll take a little break until the vote.

Votes for Kaisolochukwu Abubukar.

Four.

But a surgeon is
much more valuable than a pharmacist.

Votes for Daniela Ambessa.

Four.

Five.

With that, I welcome
Daniela Ambessa to our community.

The meeting is now closed.

Marek.

Dr. Marek.

Dr. Marek, why did you do that?
You promised me you'd take my wife.

I didn't. I always said
I couldn't make any promises.

How could you?
You sentenced her to death.

How can you call yourself a doctor?
You're a disgrace!

If she can't come here, I'll go to her.

I'm sorry, but I can't let you go.

I need you.

I mean, because
of the water treatment plant.

I don't know how, but...

We'll find a way. I'll find a way.

Ewelike, listen to me.

You have to get
along with this new woman.

- She'll save lives.
- What? Are you crazy?

No, Ewelike,
she knows what she's talking about.

I'm literally going to die.

Do you realize that?
I'm not going to survive it.

You always sucked at singing.

And you're a dork.

'Be strong

'For the sake of this life, be strong

'For everything that matters, be strong

'Fighting for what you feel, be strong

'Never give up on your dreams

'Be strong

'For the sake of this life...'

If you want something else,
I'll take you to the furniture store.

'For everything that matters, be strong'

I don't think it'll make a difference.

But...

As you like.

'Never give up on your dreams

'You have to be strong

'For the sake of this life, be strong

'For everything that matters, be strong

'Fighting for what you feel, be strong

'Never give up on your dreams

'You have to be strong'

What will be written about us
in the history books?

That we are all dead and buried.

Get out of here! Or I'll kill you!

Damn, that goes down smooth.

What the hell is that?

Another happy day.

I won't do it.

I won't join the militia.

Okay. You know what Beatrice says.

Everyone has a free will.
But decisions have consequences.

Now including point deductions
for the parents.

Please. My son is
under the influence of this girl, Fiona.

She's deranged.

I'm sorry.

I know it's terrible to say.
But you know, she's just not normal.

- Psychological problems.
- Yes, psychological problems.

- I'm afraid...
- Mom, stop that shit.

I'm just a cowardly bastard.

AMBULANCE

God, how long
has he been in this condition?

- Okay, he needs morphine.
- Okay.

Get him in.

Okay.

Okay, I guess we should wait for Daniela.

What? We have to do something now.

The bone is shattered.
We have to remove the leg.

- We have a specialist here now.
- Joachim is in a shitty state.

- We have to start.
- But this is routine for her.

I...

If we don't do anything,
he'll get blood poisoning and die.

All right.

I came as fast as I could.

Come here.

We have to cut something out.
The arteries...

Okay, Judith. Judith.

- Don't just stand there.
- I'm not sterilized.

Then do it!

I'll hurry.

- He'll make it.
- Good.

What's going on here, Daniela?

You're not a surgeon.

I was Pilates trainer.

What?

You learn a lot about muscles,
bones, body functions.

I can also tell you a lot
about your intestinal bacteria.

The book you get your questions from,
I learned it all by heart.

I really wanted this job.

I did everything I could to get it.
I worked hard for it.

I just didn't expect
to have surgery on the first day.

What? Why?

To get here?

I'd like to tell you everything,
but it's complicated.

But don't worry.
I'll protect you and your son.

Why?

The important thing is,
I'm here to help you.

Are you kidding me?
The man in there almost died!

How are you going to help me?

Beatrice's days are numbered.

Things are going to change here.

My job is to make sure
that nothing happens to you.

I'm here for you. I'll take care of you.

I'm your shadow.

You're so pathetic.

You think you're the best
and know everything about medicine.

But before the pandemic,
I just had six months...

Until your exam. I know, I know.
We've been through this.

But let us talk.

You think you're the genius?
And I'm the idiot?

But I heard it all.

You got involved with this yoga slut
and let her onto the island.

Judith!

No "Judith."

I know Linus is infected.

You took valuable resources
that belong to all of us

and wasted them on him.

And PS: a huge violation
of the rules. A real crime.

And what happened
to poor Ewelike and his wife.

That's a tragedy.

We could have given
Linus' place to Ewelike's wife.

Then we'd have a real pharmacist,
not an imposter.

And all this
because you didn't want to admit

the truth about your fucking child.

And now it's your turn.

I'll go to Beatrice and tell her everything.

Then we'll see
whose days are numbered here.

Oh, I'd love to say
you can start as my assistant,

but that wouldn't work.

So fuck it. Have a good trip.

When they throw your asses
onto the tidal flat.

Let... go of me!

Don't!

Who are you?

I told you I'd help you.

Judith was right about one thing.

The thing with Ewelike's wife
can't be waved away.

And it'll come out
how you used a lot of drugs for your son.

I know this wasn't nice.

You'll do good again, believe me.

I can't tell you everything yet.

But there's a world out there.

It's real and it works in its own way.

And there are people out there
who are counting on you.

You have to trust me.

It will depend on how you decide.
It's about our future.

In two days, it will all be different here.

You'll get everything
you need for your research.

You have the chance to save lives,

maybe to even save Linus' life.

That's the biggest bullshit I've ever heard.

In two days,
you'll know I'm telling the truth.

Go clean yourself up.

Thoroughly. I'll clean up here.

You're really funny.

You love this work.

What's not to love?

Didn't you ever want to do something else?

You mean something other than
being number one in scraping poop?

Fiona, I think you're unique.

You're something special.

And the other kids respect you for that.

They admire you. Really.

So I think you and me together,

we could achieve a lot.

We could really move something.

You don't understand what I mean.

Fine. Let me put it another way.

I could be your mother.

I'd be a much better mother
than Lola ever was.

I could give you everything,
everything you want.

Look at me.

This is me.

Shit scraper number one.

I don't want anything else.

You don't get it.
I don't want anything from you. Okay?

Write that down.
I don't want anything from you.

You fucking kids. What's wrong with you?

The only thing you all want
is to torment me.

To be mean little shits.

And to make me furious. Why?

Why?

Don't you just want a good life?

Like the last 999 generations before you?

Because your good life
doesn't exist, Beatrice.

- This is all phony shit here.
- Look.

Everyone has to play the cards he has.

You're a little crazy, but that's okay.

I might be a little power-hungry,
but I'm trying to make a difference.

I'm trying to use it sensibly
to help people.

You can't always
let your feelings control you.

Believe me.

I know it's hard
to keep your feelings under control.

I understand that.

But you have to ease up a bit, Fiona.

You have to take a deep breath.

For your own well-being and for us.

Just say what you really want.

And get on with it. I have to go.

Okay, fine.

Tom is in jail, you know that.

Tell him to do his military service.

Tell the others to pull their weight.

Help me make this a community again.

And not a bunch
of scared people on a rock.

And what if I don't, b�b�?

What then?

Are you going to demote me
to poop scraper?

Are you going to punch me in the face?

Go for it. I punch myself in the face too.

And harder than you.

Or are you going to make
a little princess out of me?

No interest.

You don't have anything I want.
I don't want anything.

Nothing. Not your power.

Not your clothes. Not your love.

Not your lollipops.
Not your fucking good life.

None of it.

I'd rather die, literally die,

than get involved with you, Beatrice.

What? Fiona.

Tom will die in jail. Don't you get it?

- Die.
- I don't give a shit.

You want to threaten my friends?
Okay, fuck them.

Let them die.

I've never forbidden you anything.

I've always looked the other way with you.

Isn't that worth anything?

Ten points maybe. Or at least five.

You and your fucking point system.
"Everything has to count somehow."

You know what I give you points for?

For the green color of your shit
that I scrape away with the toothbrush.

It's really beautiful.
You must eat a lot of vegetables.

You probably don't take
the rationing too seriously.

You can really be proud
of your green shit, Beatrice.

With that, I come back
to the simplest question.

- Cui bono?
- Cui bono?

Who benefits
from at least one of the murders?

Fiona likes to scrub shit for her life.

So let's treat her to the fun.
From now on, she'll do all the toilets.

- Including the militia's.
- She won't like that.

All the better.

Listen, you told me
that I should keep an eye on...

How should I put it?
On how the general mood is.

What motivates people.

And I found out...
As you said, people trust me here.

- And...
- Lisa.

I found out that everyone
is totally in agreement on one point.

They're not excited about being
punished for their kids' pranks.

Judith should have been here hours ago.

Have you heard from her
since Joachim's surgery?

Judith? No. But what I'm trying
to say is... I think that we...

Wait, Lisa. There's another call.
I have to answer it.

But watch out for, Judith, yeah?

- Beatrice.
- Marek.

I have to talk to Judith. Is she here?

No.

I haven't seen her.
Since yesterday morning.

Uh-huh. Was she not feeling well?

After the thing with Joachim's leg, maybe?

No. She seemed normal.

Something like that could trip one up.

Let me know
as soon as you hear from her.

My goodness, darling.
What happened to your face?

I fell down. And then I hit a metal post.

You know.

I'm a klutz.

Right.

I'm sorry, but...

I would advise you
to convince your son to eat again.

How long are you going to keep doing this?

How long do they want
to tell me what I have to do?

How are you talking to your mother?
She can't sleep at night.

Because of you.

Ewelike? What's going on here?

- Don't talk to the suspect.
- Suspect? What for?

That's my tenant. He's my friend.

I said don't talk to the suspect.

You don't treat people like that!
We're not animals!

How do you feel, honey?

As if they'd buried me in the tidal flat.

Hello, Fiona.

Don't be scared. I'll look.

Does it hurt?

What's wrong with me?

You had a miscarriage.

Politically correctly, it's
"the premature death of the fetus."

One every six hours.

Let her sleep.

This falls under
medical confidentiality, doesn't it?

- Of course.
- I don't want Beatrice to know.

I mean, if she gets hard-nosed,
it'll be traumatic for Fiona.

It would be unthinkable.
The poor thing is so fragile.

- Especially now.
- I can hear everything.

Tell Marek the truth, Mom.
You're just afraid of losing points.

How's Linus?

Good.

Better and better.

Thank God.

At least something's still good.

Joachim.

How are you?

I...

I need to know something.
Something important.

Listen to me.

It's important that you try to remember.

- Okay.
- During your surgery,

who was there?

Marek. Daniela. Judith.

I... I... I woke up.

Concentrate, please. It's very important.

Who was there?

Marek and the new girl.

And Judith?

She gave me an injection.

- She knocked me out.
- And then?

Do you remember anything unusual?

- Remember? I was knocked out.
- Completely gone?

Didn't notice anything?

Beatrice, I...
What's going to happen to me?

Well, what's going to happen to you?

Instead of stopping Ewelike,
you downed a bottle of cherry schnapps.

And now you only have one leg.

Beatrice, I swear to you
on all that is sacred,

someone set me up and hid this excellent,

really expensive
cherry schnapps in the shed.

And this someone forced you

to empty the whole bottle to the last drop?

Beatrice, you said it yourself
at your last Christmas speech.

- Addiction is a disease.
- I can't use any drunks here.

You're lucky.

The power supplies were full
and Etienne repaired the wind turbine.

We're in a crisis, in several crises, and...

Judith is missing.

50 points deduction.

I only have one leg. Marek cut off my leg!

Marek cut off my leg.

I'm mutilated. I'm useless.

What can I do now?

You have to help me!

TREATMENT ROOM

Is Judith here?

Oh, right, you killed her.

I...

Come on, save your babbling.
You killed Judith, I know it.

Or was it the new woman?

Okay.

Yes, I killed her.

- Why did you do it?
- Why?

Ah, yes.

Why?

I have to admit...

I'd have rather...

killed you.

Pull yourself together, Marek.

This can't go on.

Okay, you're irreplaceable, untouchable.

But your actions have consequences, too.

And someone else has to pay
the price, in this case, Ewelike.

Did you really think that someone

could just disappear without a culprit?

No.

Do you think I'm having fun? No.

But I'll do everything
to make sure there's no more chaos

and you'll help me in the future.

No more tricks.

You're not better than me.
You need to realize that.

Ewelike will go to the tidal flat
one way or another,

for sabotage and now also for murder.

Then I'll stand up for him.

Don't be ridiculous.
No one will believe you.

From now on, it'll be different for us.

When I say, "Jump,"
you'll only ask, "How high?"

We're done here.

Off to new shores.

Show us the boat.

Adieu!

Let's go.