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He did it.

And the other soldiers did

what was right.

They didn't leave their posts.

Did you see his bracelet? Like this?

- Did you see it?

- Yeah.

We call it a brother's bracelet.

You have to earn it.

I... I wear one, but he

he could wear a different one

each day of the week.

He's a good guy.

And a real friend.

Even if he can't understand

that Airsoft is just a f***ing game.

Here for you.

I'd like you to wear it.

Do me a favor

and look after him. For me.

And

be nice to him, okay?

He really likes you.

- Why didn't you mention Max Fischer?

- Why should I?

I had no idea he worked for you.

Last time I saw him he was a soldier.

Sara, when you saw his file

you knew it? - Yes.

I knew it then,

and it was a big surprise.

What? - The DA's ex-boyfriend is

on the run with the key witness.

- That is not cool.

- I know.

- Falkner wants you off the case at once.

- He doesn't need to know.

- What?

- Get rid of the pictures,

- and nobody will ever find out.

- Why should I do it?

Because you trust me,

and because I'm asking you.

You know where the shredder is.

Thank you.

- Do you know Lily?

- Yes, very well.

Well?

She's cool.

Is that all? Cool?

She's intelligent,

she studied law or whatever,

she's beautiful,

but what's more important,

she's humorous.

She's funny, really funny.

- Was he in love with her?

- Very much.

Why did he leave her?

She left him.

- Why?

- You'll have to ask him.

- She has a nice voice.

- That's right,

but her ass wow!

It's even better.

Pervert!

- Hi, are you a friend of Rudi?

- Yeah, got the stuff?

No go. For some reason they aren't

dispensing medication. - Okay.

- How much?

- It isn't the money.

Rudi is my friend.

I can't get to the cabinet.

- Everything okay?

- When's he coming? I need insulin.

I'd do it if I could. Honest. Sorry.

- Rudi.

- What?

A car's coming.

Say hi from me.

Damn it.

Come on.

Open the grating and hide.

Be quick! Hurry!

- Hi?

- They're here, Max.

I'm on my way. Don't let 'em in.

Mr. Ehrlichmann?

Mr. Ehrlichmann,

we're police officers.

We'd like to talk to you.

Open the door, please.

I'd like to see an ID.

What was that? A train pass?

It's cold out here.

We're looking for a friend of yours.

- Max Fischer.

- Max Fischer.

Oh yeah, Max.

I haven't seen Max for months.

We'd still like to look around

your place. It won't take long.

Okay, but I'd like to see

your search warrant.

Okay.

F***! What kind of cops are you?

Hey! Yeah, come on in

and make yourselves at home. Damn it!

I assume they're here.

Am I right?

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

Mr. Fischer, come on out!

Otherwise I'll have to shoot

this poor man. - Do whatever you want,

search for whatever you like,

but put that thing away.

It looks so dangerous.

Hey guys!

Do me a favor and don't mess everything

up. The cleaning lady was here today.

Tell them to cut it out.

Stop rolling back and forth.

It's making me nervous, okay? - Okay.

Good.

- How did you lose your stilts?

- A sack race.

- Not bad.

- Good, isn't it? - Yeah.

I assume you'll put everything back

in place. Otherwise

I'd feel obligated

to submit a complaint.

But I'd regret it,

because I like you somehow.

- Why are you a dwarf?

- Land mine.

- Bad luck.

- Just what I thought.

Believe it or not,

I wanted to be a dancing instructor.

You're a funny guy. Really.

- Think so?

- No sh*t.

- I like you.

- That's cool. Very good.

Maybe we could get together.

- What do you think?

- Who knows?

Hey, damn it!

Do you act that way at home?

Careful, those are heirlooms!

Damn it, there's nobody here!

And by no means under the couch!

Jesus Christ.

- Idiot!

- Two plates.

What? - Two plates and two glasses

in the sink One man.

- Rudi?

- Rudi, what?

Two plates?

Listen here, hustler. Pack your things,

clean up your mess

and get the hell outta here. If not,

I'll kick your f***ing ass, you bum!

Nina?

EMERGENCY:

- What's her name?

- Nina.

- Last name?

- Fischer.

You're her father, right?

Yes.

- When was she born?

- She's 15.

On August 1st.

- She'll recover, won't she?

- She's fine considering.

She's reacting positively

to the treatment.

That's all I can say right now.

- Are you injured?

- No.

- Just a scratch.

- You're losing blood.

- I'm fine.

- Just a moment.

If you go on eating, you'll burst.

Emergency Unit, City Hospital.

We have a young girl in a diabetic coma.

The man claiming to be her father

has a bullet wound in the abdomen

and refuses treatment.

Okay, stay calm,

and keep talking to the man.

We'll send someone over. - Thanks.

They are in the city hospital. Hurry up!

And send a Cleaner Team to Uckermark.

A number of bodies are waiting.

- I don't believe it.

- What happened?

Max!

Stop!

Stop!

What are you doing?

Hey, we have patients here!

- A**hole!

- Kiss my ass!

Swab!

Boss, I take it all back.

We are reporting live

from the city hospital,

where, a few minutes ago, some dramatic

events have taken place.

There has been a shooting in which up to

seven people died

some are still fighting for their lives

dozens have been injured

and the rest are in a state of shock

because what has happened here

is almost impossible to express in words

this is as brutal as it gets.

One thing is for sure,

this here is not a hospital anymore...

It is a battlefield.

Clean towels in the bathroom,

the bed has clean sheets.

If you want to watch our film program

I'll have to charge extra.

- We don't want to watch any films.

- Fine.

- 40 euros an hour.

- How much for the night?

The whole night?

I'll give you the room for 400.

Video is for free and

here.

They're on the house.

My dad and I are passing through.

Our luggage got ripped off.

And he has a temperature. So give us

the f***ing key and stop drooling!

P*ssy on toast!

Why are we in a whorehouse?

Because they are not looking for us here.

Lock the door, and draw the curtains.

Damn it!

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- Why did you say "sh*t"?

Is it that bad?

No, I'm okay.

I don't believe you.

I'm fine. I just need a bandage.

I want you to teach me

how to fire a gun.

No.

What if you black out?

My wound is infected.

My body is reacting a bit.

- That's all.

- You're ill.

And it won't get any better.

I'm not stupid.

- Everything will be fine.

- Call somebody.

What about Lily?

Call her.

She called you.

- Why not?

- No.

What if you die?

What will happen to me?

- You'll go to my funeral.

- A**hole!

- I'm gonna call an ambulance.

- No.

You wanna bleed to death

in your f***ing chair? - Stop it.

Is that your plan?

Take care, Max.

See how far I got?

You're injured! You can't run!

You can hardly move!

You can't help me

You can't protect me. Look at yourself!

We can go to a hospital.

Or we find some good policemen.

Please, Max. Or youre going to die.

And I don't want to go to your funeral.

Please.

Do you see what I see?

She's 14 at the most.

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