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Your parents and I
didn't have a good relationship.

I didn't know your mother at all.

What was my mother's name?

Ulrike.

Ulrike! Interesting.

And my father?

Thomas.

I came here.
- Once.

Maybe twice.

Unbelievable.

With my parents.

Yes, once.

What happened to them?
- Car accident.

When was that?

I didn't put the date in my calendar.

The last time I saw them we were

in a park with butterflies.

I was looking for them.
Then they were gone.

I mean...

They abandoned me
and then had a fatal car accident?

Did they kill themselves?

Could well be. I don't know.

What was my father like?
- He's been dead for so long.

And before that,
we hardly saw each other.

But he was your son, wasn't he?

What about me?

What about your grandson?
Didn't you miss me?

Why would I have? I lived life
without you before the crash,

and after the crash as well.

I didn't notice any difference.

Can I call you Grandma,

Grandma?

I must have been a cute kid.

And I would have run to you,
with outstretched arms.

And are we sad now?

To have missed out on that?

One more question...

My name is Robert Schlag. But I got
the surname when I was adopted.

What's my real name? Robert Lietz?

Could well be.
- After my father?

That's how it would have been.

I always tried to imagine what it's like

when you sit together.

The sacred family.

It's a big deal, isn't it?

Everyone has a vague idea,

a faint memory,

of how close-knit they were with others.

You miss that your whole life.
Time and again.

You search for it, but...

at the end of the day, my boy,

we're all alone.

What you remember was a sham,

that you fall for time and again.

Bye.

If you meet a chick,
a German one, in a bar or wherever,

and you want to get acquainted,
you have to be polite. - I always am!

So be more polite than with ours.
You know what you must say? - What?

You walk up to her and say, "Hey,

you want fok with me?"

Why "fok"? Fok was a Russian general.

What general? Schiller wrote this.
D'you even know what it means? - What?

"I want to plunge into your eyes
like into a crystal lake."

That's how it goes.
- That's beautiful! How was it again?

You... - You...
- want... - want...

fok... - fok...
- with... - with...

me?
- me?

You want fok with me?
- You want with you?

You want fok with me?"
- You... Shit!

I don't have to say anything to them.
They want me anyway.

Where's Danilo?
- Igor, where's Danilo?

You know him better than us.
He asked for a free hour.

Get him and take him to the hotel.

And... keep an eye on him.

Go, I'm relying on you.
- Alright.

Let's go.

Fuck sake, Danilo,
have you gone fucking crazy?

What the hell? You know that I'm gay.

Filthy shit.

Is that stuff yours?

Did you buy it?
- No.

Have you forgotten
what your brother told you?

What am I to tell him?
- Please, don't tell him anything.

That's my stuff.

[Englisch] Das ist mein Kokain.

You gave it to him?

No! Lev! - You will not
spoil this boy. Understood?

Leave him alone. He didn't do anything.
- No? He gave you drugs!

No.
- I can't hear you, Danilo.

I bought it myself.

Ah, you bought it yourself.

I have to tell Igor.

Come on, let's go.

You are in for some big trouble.

Where have you come from?

From the office,
and I have to get back asap.

Because of Philipp?

What's up?
- Where is your office, by the way?

You called, it sounded urgent.
- Is it a secret?

What?
- Where your office is.

Yes, it's a secret.

Well?

Aren't you going to get out?
- Sorry, I really don't have time.

Okay,
the code number you found out for us

is for a container
we've been waiting for.

You're into your tactical stuff,
aren't you?

Yes, sure. What do you mean "tactical"?
- Messing with people.

Eigentlich meine ich Lügen.

Lies. Actually I mean lies.

Someone acting like they're...
- Why...

Why am I here then, exactly?

I wanted to say thank you.

Did you go see your Grandma?

It was unbelievable.

Really?
- Yeah. She was good.

She was good?
- It was...

emotional.

We were sitting there...

we even cried.

Hand in hand.

Yeah, then... you're welcome, I guess.

How did you find her?

Hey, was something not right?

I know that woman.

Where did Philipp get the photos?

He has friends.

Will you take care of it?

Take my men to do it.

You and Philipp are family, huh?

There's nothing like family.

We'll take care of it.

By the way,
I also have friends, who tell me that

Philipp has another... How do you say?

...zweites Standbein hat.

Another string to his bow?

A dirty business that could blow up in
his face. - I know nothing about that.

Of course.

Ciao.

So, to business.

A kidney was scheduled for today.

Er, yes.
- It's no longer needed.

The recipient died
of organ failure last night. - Then...

The donor won't be needed
anymore either.

I'll deal with him.

But I don't want
to see him lying in the hall.

I said I'd take care of it.
- Do people drink here?

How?

No one leaves the grounds.
No one can get alcohol.

And of course
that eliminates all possibilities, huh?

Excuse me?

Do you still check people regularly?

Bag-searches, room-searches.
- Data destruction?

Done automatically.

The folder?

Excuse me?
- Your folder.

I... I...

This is the medical data on
the organ harvests of the last two days.

Why is it still in here?

I kept it.

In case colleagues implanting the organ

had any questions.
- You won't be asked anything, though,

Dr. Brandt.

And you don't have any colleagues.

What about the boy?

Does he still need a cardiologist?
- That won't be necessary anymore.

I see.

Isn't there an easier way of doing that?

Tell your boss that
everything is running smoothly again.

He can count on it.

Our Lithuanian colleagues finally
managed to identify the arms dealer.

His name is Igor Golubev,
a deserted Ukrainian Army colonel.

He dispatched the shipment last night.

Where is the container now?

About 30 miles away from Berlin.

I can hardly believe it.

What?

I'm surprised at Vossberg
making such a mistake.

Letting someone note the number of
a container of arms traveling illegally.

Beat did well.

Vossberg probably doesn't see him
as a threat and underestimates him.

There it is. Get on his tail.

I'll brief the task force in Hamburg.

By the book!

A break after
four and a half hours driving.

If his break is also by the book,

we have 45 minutes to chat.

Mr. Vossberg.

Tonight's meeting in Hamburg
has been arranged.

The ship, port and container number
can tie the shipment to Vossberg.

I don't think we'll get Vossberg
with a raid in Hamburg.

He's at the tip of a
billion-euro corporation.

And he just paid for a soda

at a Munich airport restaurant.

He won't give us any chance
of proving he's linked to this deal.

Vossberg.

He's bought a ticket.
He's flying from Munich to Hamburg.

He won't be so stupid
as to meet Golubev in Hamburg now.

Maybe he's making a mistake after all.

What are they doing here?

I do not believe this!

Just open the tailgate.

Can I help you?

It's a game. He played us.

WASTE

What the hell?

What are you doing?

Don't you start!

I got beaten up.

And it happened just like that?

The guys at the club lately
haven't been the nicest, okay?

Who do you mean?

These Russian gangsters.

It was them?

Yes.

But it's not that bad.

Beat.

What?

I think I'm in love.

You've kept the key to your heart.

Yeah. For now.

Does it hurt?

It's not so bad.

You don't have to worry.

Could it be that we have an appointment?

If you're Professor Anders Lungaard
from Copenhagen, I'm Philipp Vossberg.

Please have a seat, Professor.

Bring me a glass of Sauvignon blanc.

Right, so, how does it go from here?

Well,

this is the evening on which

we happen to meet by chance.

We get talking. You like me right away.

Furthermore,
you realize I am just the man

to relieve you of your role as
sole owner of a small research business.

So that's how we move forward?

Yes, our lawyers will
work out the details.

We change
the shareholders' agreement and...

Henceforth I own
15 percent of your company.

You are interested in my research?

And you are interested

in a vital organ for your wife.

It's that simple sometimes.

You are a good person.

You are concerned.

We looked for a donor for a long time.

What we experienced as we looked...

We didn't find anybody.

And believe you me, Mr. Vossberg,

I have good contacts.

So what is it?
Won't you ask me your question?

You're a good person.
You'd like to know if everything...

is okay.

But what if
I were to answer your question?

I could tell you, of course.

But then you'd have an answer.

And what would you do with it?

Get up and leave.

And squander
what might be your last chance.

No, no.

You don't want to know to whom you
owe your good fortune. You'll take it.

And say nothing.

Here you are, your Sauvignon blanc.

I love my wife.

It's really not bad.
You can get used to it. VIP, free vodka.

Okay, guys, come on.

To the kids of our parents.
- Let's drink, boys.

Beat?

Hey.

They're raising the roof next door, huh?
- Yeah, it's the Russians.

Their boss and Philipp are away.
They're celebrating.

Is there a
small, blond Russian with them?

What?
- Janik!

These guys are dangerous.

Can I sit with you?
- No.

No, go back downstairs and dance,
and stay there.

Hi.

Oh, it's you. Come in.

That was for my friend.

Okay, now tell me
who you met today.

Shut your mouth, you bonehead.

It was a pretty woman. Red hair?

Shut your mouth.

Okay. You speak German.

Is she on your list? Are you being paid?

Shut your fucking mouth. You have
no idea. - Then explain it to me.

If I talk to you, we're both dead.
- Does she work for you?

No.

I work for her.

"Joy, beautiful spark of divinity,

daughter from Elysium,

we enter, drunk with fire,

Heavenly One, thy sanctuary."

I don't get a fucking word of this shit.
But you understand.

This is your song.

And I thought you sing our songs.

Say something in German.

She says your German
is better than mine.

Igor is very disappointed in you.

So is my boss.

"Your magic binds again
what convention strictly divides.

All people become brothers,
where your gentle wing abides."

I'll help you.

Good.

Where have you been? No.

Drive to the club.
A room needs to be cleaned.

When it's all clean,
you must pick up two packages.

Alright.

I'll get going then.

You drive.

You want to tell me
what just happened there?

None of your business.

I drive your dead colleagues around town
and you say it's not my business?

A few years ago
I was in Spain with Philipp.

A business trip.

On the way to one appointment, we...

we were heading out of town
on a country road,

and about...

half way there

we suddenly passed by this dead dog.

Roadkill.

Really sad the way it lay there
motionless on the ground.

Totally deformed.

Quite dead.

For some reason, I always think of that,

when I see you.

And now?

We wait.

I need to get rid of those two.

And you need to get rid of me, too?

You're Philipp's friend.

Am I?

Fuck.

I helped you.
I didn't have to, but I...

Just shut the hell up.

Hey, that stays between us.

Or else you're dead.

Now piss off.

Piss off.

Violence.

Yes, terrible.

Of course.

But putting our abhorrence to one side,
violence is...

an engine for profit.

And growth.

In our wonderful society,

violence creates legal jobs,
provides full pension funds,

vocational training,

and happy voters,

a well-equipped police force,
video surveillance, border fences,

cash.

How much do you think
the global arms trade earns?

I'll tell you. 1,700 billion dollars

a year.

And that's just the legal trade.

For fun, you could calculate what the
annual global book trade is worth.

Or, don't bother, it's actually...

no fun.

It seems so absurd.

CONTAINER TERMINAL - HAMBURG / GERMANY

Using highly developed technology,

we transport highly developed machines

in order to satisfy
the most primitive, primeval instincts.

But hey, humankind...

has set forth.

We plowed through the oceans,
conquered the cosmos, split the atom,

only to look in the mirror at the end,

and see a caveman looking back.

In the good old days
we traded coffee and shipped potatoes.

But today...

people are clamoring
for other commodities.

And us? We respond to this cry.

We deliver. Anytime. Anywhere.
No distance is too far for us.

PORT - MOROCCO

They no longer want
to enjoy, love, or live longer.

They would rather hate, kill, be killed.

It's harsh...

but are we to say,
"You can't have any potatoes anymore"?

We work globally, across borders,

for our affiliation
isn't based on nationality or belief,

but on money.

It's far simpler,
because unlike God, you can touch money.

You're a lawyer. You know as well as me,
when something is banned,

you can then sell at a greater profit.

ALGERIAN-LIBYAN BORDER
DEMILITARIZED ZONE

They're coming.

Think of Prohibition.

Need something you can't get legally,

then the price goes up.

And above all,
there's no more negotiation.

Open up! Open up!

And finally the goods arrive.

And then what?

EAST-LIBYAN DESERT
CIVIL WAR ZONE

Of course,
more orders will be placed, but...

The energy...

contained in a weapon...

Its economic value, where is that?

We've learned one thing for sure.
You can make a business out of anything.

We take subversive,
anti-capitalist revolutionaries,

sell posters and T-shirts of them
by the million, till we all think

Che Guevara was a model.

But there is demand,
and where there's demand

sellers will enter the scene,
brokers, middlemen.

And logistics specialists,
people like me.

You asked me, and yes,
in half an hour I will be

partner in a family-run
and very, very successful company

that produces laser diode modules,
and...

yes,
the Dahlfeld company's annual turnover

is 50 million euros.

Of course, in the contract negotiations
of recent weeks you were...

astounded,

that, with so little capital investment,

I've become an equal partner.

But don't worry. I performed another
service for Mr. Dahlfeld beforehand.

LIBYAN COAST

REFUGEE CAMP
SICILY

SICILY

Stefano, what are you looking at?
Come on.

NEAR FAVAZZINA
CALABRIA-SOUTHERN ITALY

SOUTHERN HAVELLAND
GERMANY

Wake up, guys. Come on, wake up.

The car has stopped.

Welcome.

Beat! Hey. Wake up.

He won't wake up.
- I'll show you a trick.

Look. This used to work.

Wait for it.

Well?

Hello, Beat.

You stink.

What are you doing here?
- We had a pizza-date. Forgot about it?

No.

This is our song.

And it always will be.
- Ha!

It always reminds me that long, long ago
your father was a really cool guy.

Whereas today
he's better-looking than you.

Today...

What happened yesterday?

Everything's fine.

Beat, get your engine running.

We ordered you pizza with ground beef
and the works. Come on.

I just cannot get past the point,

past the moment that I was abandoned,

when it was proved to me
that I'm useless

and not worthy of love.

I spin round this point,

going around

and around.

And then I see you, and I think...

"You feel love!

How nice that must be.

A flight far beyond all borders.

Out of the eternal cycle
of longing and disappointment.

A life...

on a ray of light."

The party goes on!
Get in the cars, let's go to the hotel.

Today we did good, we've earned it!

Danilo!

Hey.
Know if Philipp's still coming?

He's your partner.
If you don't know...

I thought maybe he told you.
I need to see him.

Danilo!

I want him to come with us.

You said we're partying tonight.
He's good at that.

Tell me, at least,
which one of you is the man.

Me, of course.

Yes, come on.

Downstairs! Quick!

Janik!

Janik.

You're partying on?

You are friend of Philipp?
- Yeah.

Mainly I'm a friend of the guy
who just got in your car.

I'm kind of like his big brother.

I'd like to keep an eye on him.

Lenin said...

Shit.