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They say that grief has five stages.

DAY 97

Denial, anger, bargaining,

depression and, finally, acceptance.

But I don't think "stages" is quite right.

They're more like levels, like in a computer game.

You can only move up to level 2 once you've completed level 1.

Some people just get stuck on a certain level forever because it's so hard,

like Rainbow Road in Mario Kart.

What kind of psycho came up with that?

1. DENIAL

Everything's fine.

It's a misunderstanding.

I'm sure they're just regular, normal people,

and once they get back, we'll sort this right out.

"Normal people," you think?

"Normal people," Dedo?

They have a secret bunker in their backyard.

And their little girl almost shot you.

With a crossbow.

According to the Internet,

they are scouring the woods for their next victims.

Carlotta, you don't seriously believe these people are cannibals?

Yes.

Three months ago, I wouldn't have believed that, Dedo.

But then I wouldn't have believed

that my therapist got her husband to wear a balaclava

so she could pretend she was having sex with a burglar.

Or that my brother would buy a pet tiger.

I wouldn't have believed that...

our daughter would just disappear.

And I most definitely would not have believed

that my husband would be able to lie to my face for months.

Give me your phone.

Why?

What is your plan?

I'm calling the police. They can get us out of here.

No service. Perfect.

Yes, these are serious walls.

Maybe even lead-lined.

Pretty impressive really.

Jackpot.

It's actually kind of romantic.

Don't you dare.

They must be preppers.

They must be what?

Preppers.

People who think that the apocalypse is coming.

Yeah.

I wish it would just hurry up and get on with it.

I used to work with a prepper.

He was an excellent plasterer.

But we found out he used to drink his own pee.

Hey! Let us out of here!

- Carlotta. - Let us out!

Carlotta, we will figure something out.

Maybe there's another way out.

Let me try the hatch again.

Maybe she didn't lock it.

No. It is definitely locked.

The target has been neutralized.

The president will be informed shortly.

The American public...

DAY 97

DAY 02

Hey. I didn't know what you liked, so I just got you chicken teriyaki.

That's my favorite.

But then I thought, maybe you're vegetarian.

So I went back and got a veggie sandwich.

I'm not vegetarian.

Okay, good.

Because it looks disgusting.

Okay, Chris, real talk.

I've been down here nearly two days now.

Most missing people are located in the first 48-72 hours.

Which means, statistically,

they'll be coming for me in the next 36 hours.

It's only a matter of time.

The best thing for everyone is for you to just let me go.

Sure.

- I'll just take these off, right? - I'm serious.

I won't say a word about you.

You've been nice.

You bought me a sandwich.

I'm giving you a chance, Chris.

You're giving me a chance?

Okay, if you want to be like that. Fine.

Sundersheim isn't that big.

Do you know how often a hot 17-year-old disappears here?

- Never. - Did you just call yourself hot?

I'm just going to chill here, eat my sandwich

and wait for the search party to come knocking at the door.

And then you'll be like...

"Wanda, Wanda, please tell them I bought you a chicken sandwich!"

And I'll be like, "Sorry, dude."

"I'm traumatized and this guy is the worst,

and he should definitely go to jail."

Where you will get passed around like a tube of toothpaste.

Done?

Where am I supposed to go to the bathroom?

- That's a joke. - This isn't a hotel, Wanda.

How does that work for either one of us?

You really want to carry a bucket of shit up and down the stairs every day?

Chris, let me tell you something.

There's no way you are going to get away with this.

You're not a real criminal.

The police are going from door to door searching houses.

They'll be here any minute

and they'll find me, and you'll go to jail!

You're giving me a headache. Enough!

Let me go!

I'm sorry.

Chris!

Hey, last chance! I am warning you.

Chris!

Chris!

2. ANGER

How do you actually do it, Dedo?

Seriously.

You take the worst possible situation, and somehow,

- you just swan in and make it worse. - Okay...

Why did I go after you?

I mean, I was done.

We were through.

I was free.

You were not my responsibility.

And then...

I realize you're doing something incredibly stupid again.

And what do I do?

I come after you.

Like I always do.

Like an idiot.

I could have just let you go, on your own,

and get shot by a child with a crossbow

and that would have been the end of it.

Don't look at me like some injured otter, as if I should feel sorry for you.

I don't feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for me!

Don't cry.

Don't start crying!

I'm not crying.

- Stop it! - I'm trying.

I forbid you to cry, Dedo.

So, what do they have here?

Dried meat.

Canned pineapple.

Delicious, delicious, delicious! Canned beans.

Canned beans barbecue style.

Hope you packed some air fresheners, you psychos.

Wow, great!

Rice! Rice.

Where are you going to cook it, geniuses?

Where are you going to cook the damn rice?

Sometimes they have fun too.

Carlotta, maybe just...

Okay.

All right, Dedo.

What was the plan?

Just keep going until the money is all gone

and then hope I won't notice when the bailiffs start seizing our furniture?

I wouldn't have let it get to that.

Why didn't you just talk to me about losing your job?

We would have found a solution. The two of us together, as a team.

I couldn't because...

Because what?

Nothing. You were right. I should have told you. I'm sorry.

- No. What were you going to say? - I wasn't going to say anything.

- Yes, you were. - No.

You said "because," and usually something comes after "because."

Carlotta, just forget it.

Because what, Dedo?

Because...

lately...

your...

anger issues have been pretty intense.

Anger issues?

I do not have anger issues!

Right. Okay.

Hey! Hey!

Let us out of here!

You crazy bastards!

Come eat us before we spoil!

- Right. - Hey!

Why aren't you doing anything?

- What am I supposed to do? - I don't know!

Find a way out. Think of a plan!

Do something instead of just sitting on your ass like an idiot!

That...

Oh, wow.

- What? - Nothing.

Yes?

This person is preparing to stay down here for God knows how long.

Is she not allowed to have needs?

Sure. Totally.

Don't be a slut-shamer, Dedo.

I'm not shaming anyone. Quite the opposite. I am impressed.

They're very well-prepped preppers.

Very thorough.

How well prepped can a pervy prepper prep, if a pervy prepper prepped pervy prep?

Dedo, you disgust me.

DAY 13

Okay. Don't be mad.

I washed your clothes

and they ended up in a pile of my grandma's old stuff,

and she took them to the recycling bin.

So I went to the thrift shop to buy you some new clothes,

but I didn't know your sizes.

Anyway, it meant I didn't get to the sandwich store

until after the lunchtime rush,

by which point they'd run out of all the good stuff.

So I had to get the tuna...

Wanda?

I can't take it anymore!

I refuse to shit in a bucket.

And if I have to eat one more freaking sandwich,

I'm gonna murder someone!

- I can't breathe, Wanda. - I don't care.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, God. This is gross.

You almost killed me.

That was the point, Chris.

Dude.

You locked me up in here.

And you jammed your damn finger in my eye, you psycho.

You choked me!

You could have blinded me!

And I told you, I don't like stinking tuna!

Dude, what's gotten into you?

I've been locked in an old lady's basement for two weeks!

That's what's gotten into me!

Man, when I get out of here, you are so screwed.

You have no idea

how many true-crime podcasts I'm gonna go on.

I'm gonna say you did all kinds of messed up shit to me.

And they'll be all like, "Wow, that Chris guy is a real sicko."

And they'll give you some nickname like "The Basement Weirdo."

And teenagers on TikTok will make videos about you.

And someone will make a movie about it and get some lame-o to play you.

And he'll be like, "Oh, hi, I'm Chris.

I'm a pervert who likes to lock girls up in basements."

You're mean.

- I'm mean? - Yes!

You're a mean person.

I remember now. You were mean at school too.

I beg your pardon?

You and those other girls you used to hang around with.

You were such a mean girls' gang.

- That's not true. - It is.

Always waging this messed up psychological warfare on social media.

"Will I like this post?"

"Who will I tag?"

"How do I make sure all the people who didn't get invited to this party know

how awesome it is?"

Flirting with guys,

who knew you were way out of their league,

just enough to make them think, for a fleeting moment,

that they might have a chance.

Only to then smash them back into the friend zone!

- Is that what you think of me? - What?

Do I think you're popular and attractive?

Yes.

Do I think that gives you social power?

Yes, absolutely.

Most of the time, you're probably not even aware of what you're doing.

I can't help being pretty and popular.

See! The fact that you can even refer to yourself as pretty and popular

- is exactly the problem! - You just said it!

Yes, but it's different when other people say it!

You're not supposed to say it about yourself!

Let's say... Okay, even though it's never gonna happen...

But let's say you said something nice about me.

Something like, "Chris, you're really"...

"Your hair is okay."

I would still never say, "Hey, yeah, my hair is okay"

because I would never believe it!

And is that supposed to be a good thing?

I'm sorry I got you tuna.

Chris?

Yes?

Your hair is okay.

3. BARGAINING

Hands behind your head! Face the wall!

I am carrying an AR-15.

You so much as breathe funny, I will use it.

- That's a gun. - Face the wall!

Yes.

Facing the wall.

I'm coming in now. If you are not facing the wall

with your hands behind your head...

Hands on our heads.

...I will consider it an aggressive act and I will shoot.

- Clear? - Yes, yes.

Do you understand me?

- Yes, yes, yes! - Yes! We got it, yes!

Oh, God.

Dedo, what's that?

Face the wall!

We come in peace.

Who are you and what are you doing on my property?

We... we are Carlotta and Dedo Klatt.

We are very sorry for trespassing,

but we are searching for our daughter who has gone missing.

Her name is Wanda.

Do we have to neutralize them, Mommy?

Not yet, sweetheart.

Not yet.

Now they're your prisoners, honey.

- You want to tie them up? - Yeah.

Yes? Here you go, sweetie.

Yes, great.

You're doing an excellent job.

- Now! - Hey!

Brave.

Put the gun down or I'll wring her neck.

Holy shit, Dedo. Yes!

- Put the gun down! - Okay.

Don't make any sudden...

Ha!

- Dedo! - I think she broke a ball.

- Did I do okay, Mommy? - You did great.

Unbelievable. You're the best.

Upstairs now, okay? Time for bed.

I'll take care of the rest. Give me that.

I love you, honey. So much.

I love you too.

All right then. Turn around. Hands behind your back.

I'm sorry. That was stupid.

You can say that again.

Hands behind your back.

Too tight. You're pinching the skin!

Yeah. On your knees! Both of you!

Listen up. I'm not sure who you are.

But I've never seen anyone from any government agency that looks like you.

My guess is you belong to some kind of left-wing,

woke, do-gooder, guerrilla group, right?

Trying to cause problems for upstanding patriots like me, huh?

And probably the whole KNR.

- We're screwed. - Sorry.

KNR?

Children of the New Reich!

Like you didn't know that already.

We are just regular parents.

Our daughter disappeared.

Why didn't you just call the cops if you thought your child was here?

Because...

because the cops are completely useless?

Well, that's something we agree on.

Yes, right.

You have to look after yourself. You have to protect your own family.

Surely you can understand that?

Yes. That's true.

I don't trust the establishment one bit.

That's why I'm homeschooling Toni myself.

- Really? - Yep,

she could fire a weapon by age five.

And catch, kill and skin a rabbit by six.

Wow, nice.

And I'm sure you would do whatever it takes to protect your own daughter?

Yes.

Does that mean we can go?

Please don't leave us down here! Please!

Can you at least loosen these ties?

I'm claustrophobic!

Oh, my God!

I'm not really claustrophobic, I was just saying that.

DAY 33

This show is so messed up.

Nothing but murder and prostitution.

Why did Mr. Neubert think this was appropriate for 13-year-olds.

Couldn't we have just done Cats?

It's weird, thinking back to it now.

How old were you? Twelve?

The perfect age to play a prostitute.

That's the last normal thing I remember.

What? Playing a serial killer at 16?

No. It was the summer before my parents died.

- Come on. - No.

- Come on. Please, please, please. - No.

I know when to go out

And when to stay in

Get things done

Come on.

- Come on! - All good, all good.

I catch a paper boy

But things don't ever change

I'm lying in the rain

No, "wind."

Bye-bye

Yes.

- But I try - But I try

- I try - I try

Never gonna fall for

Modern love

- Walks beside me - Modern love

- Walks on by - Modern love

- Gets me to the church on time - Gets me to the church on time

I have something for you.

Oh, my God! No way!

There were tons of them at the thrift store.

Girls Team.

Fighting Beat 2.

Ice Twister?

Mothman.

The Mothman!

Never heard of any of them.

Me neither, but it was three euros for the whole lot, so...

Hey, I'm not complaining.

I'm currently watching season two of 24 for the fourth time,

and if I have to watch Kim Bauer meet that cougar one more time, then...

So, thank you.

I need to talk to you about something.

So...

I know the situation you're in is messed up.

And I know the people Lukas works for are super dangerous,

which is why you can't let me go.

- Wanda, I... - No, please, please. Just listen to me.

I've been thinking.

What if we took those people down?

You said that... that Lukas was talking about some "big boss."

I don't know. He said "King,"

but I don't know if that's a name or a nickname.

Okay. King.

That's a start.

Okay, so let's assume that this King

is the one who gave Lukas the order to kill that woman.

The question is:

Why did he do that?

What is he trying to hide?

- The woman was a journalist, right? - Yeah.

I think she made online videos or something.

Journalist. Okay.

Jour-na-list.

So if you kill a journalist,

it's because she uncovered something that you want to keep secret.

There.

So if the two of us find out what that is,

then we can go to the police.

The bad guys go to jail, I can go home and you're off the hook.

We'd be a team. Like Jack Bauer and Tony Almeida.

Yeah, sure.

You and I are just going to take down the whole Sundersheim organized crime network?

- Yes, why not? - Wanda.

I can't stay down here forever.

I'll either escape or smuggle a message out at some point.

Or just go nuts and smash you over the head with the TV.

And if none of that works, I'll just kill myself.

Don't say that.

I mean it. What do I have to live for?

Ice Twister?

Or we can work together and come up with a plan.

And somehow get us both out of this, in one piece.

I mean, really, what do you have to lose?

I'm sorry.

Dedo, don't.

I am...

I'm so, so sorry.

And not just for this.

For getting us locked up in the bunker of a gun-toting, right-wing extremist.

I'm also sorry that I didn't tell you about being laid off.

I...

I was just so embarrassed.

Whenever my family needs me the most, I screw up.

- Always. Every time. - Dedo.

Carlotta, it's true.

Think about it.

Like, when Ole was born and the doctors said he was deaf.

I immediately panicked and broke down,

and you were the one who said, "Dedo, pull yourself together.

It doesn't matter.

We won't love him any less because of it and"...

- Yeah. - And of course, you were right.

It didn't change anything.

But in that moment, you were the rock and not me.

And it was the same when Wanda disappeared.

Since that day, I've just felt so...

So useless.

As a father, it's my job to look after my family.

To protect my family.

And what did I do?

The day Wanda disappeared, I disappeared. I was drunk at a soccer match.

And I'm so sorry for watching you in therapy.

I didn't mean to do that. I really didn't.

I just heard my name and I knew I should turn it off, but...

I just couldn't. I couldn't.

It was somehow like the universe was saying to me,

"Dedo, listen very carefully.

Because it's the truth.

You're an idiot and you're going to lose everything

if you don't get your shit together."

Dedo, you're not an idiot.

I shouldn't have said that.

But, Carlotta, you're right. I'm an idiot.

I've always been an idiot.

That's how I got through life.

That's how I got through school.

That's how I got you.

Dedo, the lovable idiot.

Nobody has high expectations of an idiot.

So what if you mess up? No big deal.

You don't get the grades or earn as much as the next guy?

That's just Dedo!

Dedo, you don't really believe that.

Don't you know what... what you mean to me?

Carlotta, every day I worry you will turn around and say,

"Dedo, I made a huge mistake. We're getting a divorce."

And every day, somehow it doesn't happen.

I don't know if it's because we had kids so early,

so maybe you feel like you're stuck with me.

I don't know.

I love you so much, Carlotta.

Marrying you was the best thing that ever happened to me.

And when I see you smiling at me in the morning,

I could just scream with joy.

And I still ask myself every morning,

"Dedo, how the hell did you pull this off?"

I don't get it.

I just don't get why someone like you

would put up with someone like me.

I just don't get it.

I...

- I just wanted... - No.

- Shut up. - Okay.

Dedo, unzip my pants, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

- Okay. Yes. - Okay.

There's a button.

Right.

- Do you feel it? - I got it.

- Can you... - Yes.

- I got it. - All right then.

- Now come here. - Yes.

Okay.

- Lower, lower. - Good.

A little more.

- A little more. - There!

Oh, man. Oh, God.

Oh, yes. Okay. Okay.

- Okay. Okay. - I'll lie down.

Wait. Wait a second.

- No. A little further down. - Okay.

Yeah. Oh, God.

- Oh, my God. - Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

DAY 68

...doesn't she look awful?

Screw this! I'm done.

I am done!

I'm not a...

Stop it! Stop filming me!

- Just piss off, all of you! - Oh, God.

Sorry, Wanda.

I shouldn't have shown that to you.

No, no. I'm glad that you showed me.

I... I feel... I just feel so guilty.

Close your eyes.

Why?

Just close your eyes.

Okay, just don't do anything weird.

I'm feeling pretty fragile right now.

Okay. Open your eyes.

What's that?

I knew that the video would make you sad,

so I thought I'd try and cheer you up by buying all your favorite foods.

A midnight feast!

So first of all, a pineapple.

Because on your first ever vacation abroad,

your father let you try his piña colada.

- And you said it was... - The best thing I ever put in my mouth.

Yes.

Nachos.

Specifically sweet chili,

because you love how the spice dust sticks to your fingers.

And olives,

because you forced yourself to like them

so people would think you were sophisticated.

And to top it all off...

Cheese strings.

And for old time's sake...

Don't worry. It's not tuna.

Wow.

You remembered all that?

I think that's probably the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me.

For my last birthday,

my boyfriend at the time gave me an air fryer cookbook.

I have never owned an air fryer.

Yeah, not saying that you're my boyfr...

Wait, I have something else.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah?

I can't. I'm sorry.

Okay.

- I didn't want to... - It's not that I don't want to, honestly.

It's, like, the opposite.

I mean, hello?

You're the hottest girl who's ever spoken to me.

Not that it's all about that.

You're funny and clever

and so completely unfazed by the whole world.

And I've never met anyone who is as tough and brave as you.

But I don't want to be this creepy guy...

And, yes. I get that currently I am keeping you locked up in my basement,

- which is super creepy, but... - Chris.

Relax. It's all good.

It's not like I never thought about it.

I mean, I'm a red-blooded male.

It's just...

Wait, look. I googled it.

"If there is an imbalance of power, it may be difficult to determine

whether consent is voluntary,

and genuine consent may even be impossible."

So. As such, I will now take my leave

and bid you a fine evening.

Bye.

5. ACCEPTANCE

Oh, God.

So, I've discussed it with my daughter.

We're both very upset that you trespassed on our property.

And unfortunately, as my setup here is not entirely legal,

if you were to report this, you could get us into serious trouble.

We won't say anything. I swear.

Turn around.

- You don't have to do this. - Turn around.

I love you.

I love you too.

Fact is, I understand.

As a mother.

If my Toni went missing, I'd go to the depths of hell to find her.

And having done some rudimentary research online,

it's clear to me that you two are not secret operatives of the deep state.

- Exactly. Yes. - Yeah.

Dedo, you might want to rethink your social media presence.

You post a lot of memes.

A lot.

And not good ones.

I will take that into consideration. Thank you.

I hope you find her.

I can't imagine what I would do if I lost Toni.

Just to be completely clear:

The two of us can go now?

- Yes. - Okay, let's go then.

I'll leave this here.

We drank some of your vodka.

I also did have a can of lasagna.

I'd like to replace it.

Dedo.

If you give me your bank details,

- I can transf... - Uh-uh.

Thank you so much for being so understanding.

From mother to mother,

I really appreciate that.

One more thing.

There is a tiny hole in your back fence.

- I could... - Dedo.

DAY 80

No way.

Hey!

Who are you?

DAY 80 1 REDSTART

Thanks for checking in, Grandpa.

Wanda.

Grandma just gave that to me.

TASK FORCE WANDA KLATT

A cop was here asking about my van.

I have my own task force?

Cool.

What? Maybe this is a good thing.

If they know about your van, they may also know about Lenka and about Lukas?

But they're not looking for Lukas. They're looking for me!

Calm down.

It'll be all right. We can figure this out.

Together.

WILDLIFE SMUGGLING

We have to stop.

Stop all the spying

and trespassing and lying to the police.

I'm not saying that we give up.

Okay.

We keep looking.

Just not like this.

We have to protect what we still have.

Take care of us and Ole.

Otherwise, there will be nothing left for Wanda to come home to.

Okay.

Okay.

DAY 97

The president will be informed shortly.

The American public...

Oops.

Grandma? Grandma, it's Chris. Is everything okay?

All of a sudden, the lights just went out.

Don't worry, I'll head back now.

No, no, you don't need to. I called Lukas.

- Lukas? - Okay, I'll take a look, all right?

Where is the fuse box?

In Grandpa's old hobby room.

Is someone in there?

Hello?

Is someone in there?

Chris?

Wanda.

- We have to get out of here. - Yes.

Is someone in there?

- Come on up! - Wait.

What are you doing?

Wanda, come on!