Hey, are you ready?
-Tim, can we begin? -Okay, ready?
-Sound, rolling! -Hurry!
Almost, hold on.
-Where the hell are the lights? -Where's the switch?
-Camera, rolling! -Group 36 Training Film.
-Clapper, right? -Is that right?
Berlin, summer of '87.
The Allied occupation forces rule the city.
Virtually every squat has been evacuated.
Only one block in the American sector
still defies the Berlin Senate's eviction plan.
Machnow Street, zip code SO36.
WHAT TO DO IN CASE OF FIRE?
Machnow Street residents have no jobs or decent homes.
They are always inebriated or numbed by mind-altering drugs.
Many of these squatters commit vandalism,
others are a public nuisance.
Some actively resist arrest by the authorities.
They are politically misguided and sexually depraved.
They are slovenly and jeopardize municipal hygiene.
But these young people can be helped.
They should do useful work, read a good book or tinker with a little bomb.
Okay, folks, listen up.
An anarchist bomb attack
demands precision
and self-discipline.
Since most of you, like me, probably cut chemistry class,
here are the five golden rules
for any militant act of resistance.
Rule one:
Beginners, don't bite off more than you can chew.
Keep it simple.
Rule two: Claiming responsibility.
No handwritten tracts,
throw away fonts and ribbons,
Xerox copies and never use your own typewriter.
Rule three: Buy all materials
at large supermarket chains.
Suitable casings are canisters, fire extinguishers
or a tightly sealed pressure cooker.
Rule four:
Don't touch anything with bare hands
as this leaves chemically identifiable traces.
Or rinse thoroughly.
And now our recipe for your basic model:
Take ten parts powdered sugar, extra fine
saltpeter from any chemistry set...
Weed killer from the local drug store. Deoxidize to taste.
Shit on the imperialist pigs!
Rule five: Occupy abandoned buildings.
Failing this, leave a little reminder.
That's all for today. Down with imperialist pigs!
Mass resistance. And remember:
What to do in case of fire?
Let it burn!
And most important, folks, timing. Timing is everything.
This is a hot tip.
The place used to be overrun by Americans.
In '45 they didn't bomb Dahlem because they wanted it for themselves.
Blockade, Cold War, fall of the Wall.
Here, world politics always seemed less turbulent.
Hear it?
That's historical silence.
You're the first to have a look.
Until last week, no one even knew who owned it.
It's been vacant since '88.
I'm dying to see it.
I sell these places sight unseen. The location alone!
See?
With Berlin the capital, the housing market has mushroomed.
Needs some work after 12 years of neglect.
But the location!
AVUS, Spreebogen, just 15 minutes to the government district.
Your colleagues at the Ministry would die for it.
Step back and let a strong man have a go.
Welcome to the new Berlin!
Attention, all units. A bomb has exploded in Grunewald.
Team 21, copy.
Man, oh, man!
Just like the good old days.
I bet they freaked.
Like that time with Haig, remember?
Power to the people, and all that.
-The way it used to be, huh? -Yeah, except you didn't use to be so fat.
And up I go.
Guys, wait!
-No time, Bülent. -I need to talk to you.
We've got work to do, Bülent.
I can't demolish the place while you're still in here.
Looks like you got a crappy deal.
Not our fault you got took.
Yes, well.
I'll make you an offer:
A place for the two of you in Wedding. Newly tiled!
Wedding? No way. Now Grunewald, that's a different story.
Are you nuts? What about my rent?
Check's in the mail.
-I'll kick you out on the street! -Yeah, right.
There's no way he can get us out of here.
I talked to the Tenant Rights Association.
Bülent can't do that to a handicapped fellow citizen.
And if I'm good at anything, it's sitting tight.
Timmy.
A trial can drag on for four or five years.
He won't last that long.
We can hold out longer.
You'll see.
We'll still be here on Machnow Street when we're 50.
Can you lend me a 20?
We close in ten minutes.
Thank you for shopping with us.
A few hours ago, a bomb went off in Berlin, leaving people terrified.
A villa in Grunewald was destroyed by unknown perpetrators.
Miraculously, only two people suffered minor injuries.
Commissioner, any recent developments?
It was those anarchists sabotaging building projects.
We'll pay a visit to every left-wing fanatic in town.
Crack down on every hangout.
-Is that legal? -Any other questions?
Commissioner, any concrete leads on the suspects?
Tonight Judge Niemeyer will issue any necessary search warrants.
And if any left-wing creeps start in about human rights,
arrest them.
Get out of my face!
Got a phone card? Mine's used up.
No, sorry.
It's urgent.
-You can use my phone, I live over there. -I can?
Anti-Cement Brigade strikes again. We've liberated the mall
to protest the capitalist pigs on Potsdam Square,
the razing of low-rent housing by multinationals.
Down with the police state. Furthermore...
All power to the imagination!
Unit 1, Kreuzberg. Unit 2, Friedrichsheim.
Unit 3, Prenzlauer Berg. Reinforcements may be necessary.
Exercise caution with Machnow Street hoodlums whose subversive tricks
include pushing heavy or burning objects out of windows.
Take quick action.
Shit.
Holy shit!
Wire cutters.
He's up there!
-Do something, officer! -You mind leaving?
Hey, this is my house.
Man, he hoards everything!
Unbelievable!
He can't let go.
Jesus, they turned off the gas!
BOMB EXPLODES
Hey, are you crazy?!
Get your paws off my papers!
That's none of your business, asshole!
Show me your badges!
Your dog leashes!
You're like a plague of locusts.
Ten bullies against one guy.
Your receipt.
What receipt?
Fuck all of you.
Kiss my ass.
Hey, you too, asshole!
Good, get it all out.
Say, why don't you take the guy too?
Bet he's been up to no good.
Handcuff an invalid?
The evening news will love that.
Wait a second.
Officer,
just a second.
Timmy, I tried, but the pigs had me outnumbered.
-The task force is in the gym. -Good for us.
Tell me when the ISDN lines are up.
-I forgot to tell you. -Who's that?
I'm Dr. Henkel.
Security in Bonn sent me.
We can use every man.
I'll lend infrastructural support.
Plus, I have experience in
PR, data analysis, dragnets.
Ever wonder why the commissioner
chose not to call in the National Guard
but to hire an old watchdog like me?
I have actually wondered.
The cops searched the whole town, not just our place.
But here's where they found the evidence.
-They haven't screened the films yet. -Once they do, we're screwed.
I say we go to Poland.
-And what about the others? -I don't know. Not my problem.
I thought we didn't betray our friends.
Who even knows where they live now.
I won't set foot in that rich ghetto.
"You want a piece of the pie? With us you take the cake."
I want that slogan in Helvetica, and add a line.
You keep changing the campaign around. That's your problem.
I don't have a problem. I'm the boss. I'm looking out for our shareholders.
We're 32 times oversubscribed.
I'm ingenious. I'm a genius.
And this junk is
bullshit!
Or do you disagree?
-You can't just walk in here. -You imbeciles!
Nobody wants super glossy anymore.
Where's my Vitasprint?
Oh, man, forget it.
Off the pig!
Oh, shit.
Hotte, you old cripple.
-Maiky. -Long time no see.
How have you been?
Hanging in there.
Hey, and Timmy!
Wow, this is just...
What do you want?
Hey, kids. Where are you hiding? You can't trick me.
Mama, can Sasha and Holger come up too?
The deal was six kids for six years.
Just wait, when I'm as old as you, I'll invite 33 friends over.
Who knows if you'll even have that many.
It's all in those films, the whole operation in close-up.
Melli, cut it out.
Stop, we're going for a walk.
Nele, did you hear me?
Oh, fudge!
Hey, are you wacko?
This can't be happening.
I put all that behind me.
I don't get it.
That stuff never blew up.
It was a super job. You knew your stuff, Terror.
Don't you remember? "Stay high, be free, it's Terror A to Z."
Can you even see me in the film?
I mean...
That wasn't even a real bomb. We weren't the RAF!
You were.
How could you save something like that?
Hey! We made the films to show our kids
that we stood up to the pigs.
It's just nobody cares anymore.
Except the police.
Right. That's the problem.
Preparation and deployment of a bomb, 310b of the penal code:
Attempted murder despite aberratio ictus.
What the hell's that?
Despite failure to achieve intent,
it still carries a sentence of at least eight years.
Eight years! But I'm a rising star!
Maybe seven, with a good lawyer.
Seven years, Melli will be 13 by then.
Isn't there a statute of limitations?
Not for attempted murder.
What? A memorial service for the victims?
We got the right guys.
That real-estate broad and the asshole from Bonn.
We almost killed two people. Don't you have any feelings?
They won't suspect us. We're so changed, I hardly recognize myself.
We'll turn ourselves in.
The lawyer sets an example by taking the first step.
Where to? Jail?
The board is waiting.
Anything else?
Decomposition analysis of the dinitrotol and the unburned CO2 reveals--
Herbicide, saltpeter, sugar, the old anarchist concoction.
And get this...
the Material Testing Department dates the bomb elements
to 12 years ago
at least.
The pressure cooker came out on the market in November 1984.
So 1984 to 1988.
That's our time frame. Not the present.
The politics might be outdated,
but the Grunewald bomb goes back to a time
when West Berlin was still an island.
Okay, people, find me every activist from back then
every radical splinter group. We'll ferret them out.
Big deal, Timmy. So they're all assholes now.
You said so yourself. None of them had what it takes.
You've got so much more going for you than some stupid ad man.
-And they totally brainwashed Terror. -Can't you ever shut up?!
Hey, remember, I'm the only buddy you got left.
Timmy!
Don't forget my parka!
Hello.
I couldn't even find this place anymore. The street's full of new buildings.
And they renamed the Dimitroff.
They just go and rename it.
I have long hair now.
Flattering, isn't it?
Oh, God.
The roof still leaks.
Had a lot on my mind lately. Haven't fixed it yet.
Eleven years.
Guess who got the case.
Manowsky.
Old Bruiser Manowsky.
He knows the scene, who we are.
We're in this together, the others agree.
So that means someone sent you?
I thought you could go in and get the reels.
You kept them. We wouldn't recognize them.
Tim.
Only you know which one shows the bomb scheme.
Flo! I can't believe it, our Flo.
That's the way it is.
I can't change things.
Tim, what about Poland?
You shut up.
I didn't say a word.
No pot in Poland, anyway.
Okay, I'll do it.
Good.
What's with the other idiots?
Oh, shit.
Welcome to my humble abode.
What's that smell?
Good to see you again, kid.
Liar.
True, asshole.
Man, just like the good old days.
We'll show those pigs, eh?
-I'm not using violence. -I've only got till Friday.
I'm not breaking any laws.
But I am!
Looks like we got a little heavy-duty SWAT team.
We're going in for what's ours.
What exactly is it we're doing?
We're breaking into the police barracks.
The complex dates back to the Nazi era
and was built over a Prussian regiment barracks.
Eight thousand men used to be stationed here.
One day only 17 men returned from battle. A nasty turn of events.
We enter at the dormitory level, no barbed wire.
Here's the weak point.
They'll have guards posted. What about exits?
Hardly any information leaks out.
But I turned up some old records.
Really?
The perimeter measurements have changed.
Standby units are stationed inside.
One hundred men, round-the-clock duty.
How'd you find that out?
Wiggle your ass a little and they all turn to putty.
Men are so dumb.
Okay, women are no better.
We'll never get through the ID check at the gate.
Hotte, stop!
Don't! What are you doing?
My dog, Richard, got loose.
I think he's in there. Could I maybe?
Just this once. Thanks.
Good day.
Richard!
The place is a fortress.
Armored doors, tanks, water cannons.
Oh, yeah, and another thing,
-attack dogs. -Richard!
It's nice spending time with people outside the toddler group.
What a big doo-doo.
Nele, what's with you? Doo-doo? Toddler groups?
You were the best.
I always thought you'd become someone great.
A kind of Rosa Luxemburg
or at least a circus director.
But I did.
It's all hormones, nesting instinct and so on.
First, you embrace the world,
then you cash in your parents' savings bonds, get a job.
Where's their father?
Just got it four years ago!
After four years everything falls apart.
It has been confirmed that one of the two injured persons
was indeed a government employee.
Some more?
So now you can go to night school via Internet.
-I did it myself. -Or coffee?
I'll lend you my old notes.
Lend me the rum instead.
So who's taking the early shift tomorrow?
I have to review a detention order at nine, plus I'm getting a cold.
I have to pamper my board of directors.
-I'm busy too. -Doing what, if I may ask?
I just can't. You do it.
I did it today. Besides, I have the kids.
-Then get a babysitter. -For 15 marks an hour? I'm not loaded.
I'll pay for it. How many hours?
Hey, where do you get off?
You can't buy me. Did you see that?
She wants to buy me. Mankind does not exist for your benefit alone.
Quiet, the kids.
I'm aware of that.
How do we get into that fortress?
We let experts handle it.
Outsourcing is the key. Pros! We get 40 men from across the Oder,
they grab the film and return to Romania the same night.
250,000. That's a cut-rate price.
Great idea, and six months later, when the cash is gone, they're back.
And your 40 pros are suddenly 40 witnesses.
-So we write them a check. -Can you be serious?
Okay, Mr. Stuffed Shirt, you got a better solution?
-Yes, we turn ourselves in. -No one's turning himself in.
Next suggestion.
We drop down from above.
We float in on an air balloon. I rode in one for my birthday once.
We land, grab the film, and take off.
Sure, and we live happily ever after.
That's kiddy crap.
What's crap about it?
Us in a balloon.
The idea's not so bad.
In theory, okay: Go in, grab the film, fine.
But in a balloon? Get real!
From inside.
This time we use the system.
It's a typewritten message.
Probably using a common,
portable typewriter,
duplicated, no fingerprints.
The letter was signed "Group 36."
We're unfamiliar with this gang.
When did the police get the note?
April 8.
April 8?
1987.
-And what did the police do? -In the '80s,
we often got ten notes a week like this.
And you never reacted to any?
These do-it-yourself jobs didn't usually detonate.
Why did this one?
Is this all your task force has turned up?
That's all up to now.
No further comment.
Mr. Manowsky...
We ran a typographic-linguistic analysis of the note.
We're dealing with dangerous, determined and brutal terrorists.
Their use of technical jargon suggests college education.
I bet something got stuck in the sucking thingie.
There are also marked fecal references.
The syntax reflects hallucinogenic excess.
Indeed, the prose seems indicative of substance abuse.
And don't forget:
These people believe in a cause, making them unpredictable.
Thank you. The press conference is over.
Nice speech.
Could you repeat it for our viewers?
Perhaps in an exclusive interview.
ATV Berlin.
Shooting's tomorrow, but without you, it would fall short of its potential.
That might be possible.
You can't snub the press.
It's about the citizen's subjective sense of security. Psychology.
The success of a task force depends on PR.
We've got to work hand in hand with the press.
Cooperation helps.
I disagree.
No press, effective immediately.
They forgot my double portion of ginger.
Deduct it.
That'll be 180.
Make it out for 300.
Tax evasion is how I screw the state now.
You're such an asshole.
Hey, can you write copy?
You've got a way with words.
-And can't you ever take anything seriously? -No, can you?
Yes, I can. I take my family seriously.
I try to teach my kids not to grow up like you,
a small daily battle not to forsake our old beliefs.
But I can still look in the mirror.
How nice. But what do you see?
Cut it out, Maik.
Why gang up on me?
It's not like I wear creased pants. At least I'm entertaining.
You are so pathetic.
I love my company
I love my penthouse in New York, I love my German maid
and I love my cell phone.
Hello?
Yes, speaking.
Fine.
Thank you very much.
Nine a.m. tomorrow at the police barracks
a TV crew will be covering the special task force.
TV ninnies!
We could join them!
Hotte, I'm afraid we're the crew.
We'll shoot a little TV report, and while we're at it
check out the seized property. We pass the reels, grab them.
Tim said no one suspects us.
Next.
And wear some decent clothes.
-Still calling the shots, huh? -Yeah.
How do you think I got ahead?
I learned the hard way: Endless philosophizing in that dump.
Now I manipulate talk for my own ends.
And the other guy thinks
it was his idea all along.
Let's go.
Another guy worked for an airline, so I could fly all over cheap.
Australia, Panama,
but Africa's my favorite.
You'd like the desert.
It's gigantic, endless, with no fences or anything.
And at night it's freezing.
You lie on a rock, looking up at the sky
overcome by the feeling that the stars belong to you.
Tim.
I wouldn't mind seeing a desert.
Maybe when this is all over
we could go there together.
I just have to take care of Hotte.
Strange, guys always want to go away with me.
What's so strange about that?
I should just stay put for a while
because...
I'm good at staying put too.
Tim.
Hey, don't.
Wouldn't dream of it.
It took so long to forget you.
For you.
Break what breaks you.
Isn't that how it went?
Come on!
Break what breaks you!
You're always against things, never for anything.
I'm tired of living from day to day with no tomorrow.
I don't want to travel with you or sleep with you on any more filthy mattresses.
So we stay in a hotel.
You don't know anything about me.
Hello?
Yes, I'll be right home.
What the hell?
The films were our best work.
The ad agency stuff was just recycled ideas.
What do you want?
I brought you something.
You can keep that shit.
You've been here all along?
You knew where to find me. All you had to do was stop by.
-It was over long before the evictions. -Nothing was over.
You and me, we could have made a difference.
Why do you pretend you never thought or felt that?
Stop. It's pathetic.
What's pathetic about it? This used to be our city, the city of our dreams.
Filthy and fucked up, but we could always see the horizon.
That was 11 years ago, Tim. How long do you want to run around like this?
Till you're 40 and your bleached hair is falling out?
Make something of yourself! You're wasting your life.
Spare me your capitalist bullshit.
No mind games. I don't want to be like you.
Don't want to or can't?
TERROR
FILMS FOR FREE AND FREEDOM
There they are.
Group 36.
-What kept you? -Couldn't find a babysitter.
-What? -No babysitter!
-Where's Tim? -Beats me.
-And Flo? -Has she ever been on time?
Great! Anyone else lose their bus ticket?
Hi, Terror.
-I'm going in alone. -Me too.
Sorry, man, but you're missing two requirements.
Hotte, could you do me a favor and watch Melli and Leander?
Great.
I'll be right back.
Bye.
Hello.
-I'm with them. -Can I see some ID?
Look at you.
-He looks good. -I look good.
Sorry I'm late. Henkel. We're swamped with work.
That's okay, TV crews are used to waiting. We're pros.
This is the best cameraman we could get.
Shall we?
Well, then.
Here comes Flo.
You lost out, baby.
Group 36 was a political film club in Kreuzberg.
The anarchists intercut stolen footage with their own propaganda, etc.
We need event calendars, police registration
a data check on social security numbers, etc.
That Fed jerk will come in handy. Where is he, anyway?
Here are our standby units. We can mobilize these men immediately.
The Senate's goal is to instill a sense of security in citizens.
Hey, Uncle Hotte, where are your legs?
The police stole them.
Just took them away?
That's mean.
-I know what Nele's doing in there. -What?
Finding your legs.
And seized evidence. Where do you keep that?
The basement. Are you interested in that?
We're interested in everything.
-Where's Henkel? -Showing some journalists around.
I explicitly told him.
Confiscated evidence is stored alphabetically by street name
and analyzed systematically.
Just a second.
Not now!
My men work 24/7
to clean up Berlin.
And what about the anarchists?
What do you mean?
Where do they go once the city's cleaned up?
Wanna know?
In work camps.
Could we?
As such, the bombing wasn't that bad.
Yeah, as such.
They deserved it, anyway, that real-estate broad and the asshole from Bonn.
-What was the name of your station? -Henkel!
Well, I think we've got enough info.
Thanks for your help.
What?
Don't close them!
-You're such an asshole! -That was that old bastard Manowsky!
-You couldn't keep quiet? -Terror, drive!
You idiot!
Leave Tim alone.
Pardon me, princess. Where were you?!
-I was a bit delayed. -Just like the old days,
the going gets tough and you get going.
Can't you step on it?
Nele, you're just jealous.
Jealous of what? That you get everything on a silver platter?
I work hard, honey.
Nele, tone down those brats!
What's wrong?
-The cops are behind us. -Get going!
They'll throw us in jail. We're criminals.
Drive! What are you waiting for?!
-It's red. -It's red?
It's red.
Drive, you idiot, we're on the lam!
-I'm not breaking any traffic laws. -Radical M, Hotte speaking.
Your kind is to blame for the Third Reich.
Not a good moment.
They'll get us!
We're guilty, friends, we're all guilty!
Are you nuts?
Drive, for chrissakes!
Just like our marriage:
First the fights, then the silence.
She got the kids and the summer house.
The terrible guilt weighing on our consciences!
Come back, you stupid idiot!
Terror!
Robert.
I just can't.
-It doesn't matter. -Yes, it does.
I know I'm weird.
I always was.
But who cared on Machnow Street?
I was just crazy Terror, the wimp,
and he belonged too.
Hey, come here.
Leave me alone, okay?
Just leave me alone.
I saw the reels in the crate.
I'd say we've got a day or two. Maybe the cops are already at my office.
Hello, get me Schmitz.
Schmitz?
Listen, I can't talk now.
When the stock hits 90, sell.
Yeah.
I thought if anyone could get us out, it'd be you.
Mama, are we all going to jail?
We'll build another one.
Another one just like it.
We'll build another bomb and blow up the evidence!
-We're not jeopardizing human life. -No one's around Friday night.
Can someone lend me a 20 for a taxi?
This isn't funny, not at all. I'll pay you back.
Come on, Melli.
You're a psychiatric case.
How could I have ever shared that decrepit shower with you?
That's the absolute sickest idea I've ever heard.
And I love sick ideas.
It'll work. A challenge!
I'm in.
Are we nuts?
No, never!
Never! Come on, Melli.
I need search warrants for 350 people,
everyone who lived on Machnow Street.
Security data check, dragnet, the works, like before.
Those days are over. News like that spreads fast
and if things go wrong, the press will fry me.
I'm under so much pressure.
Six people duped that Fed schmuck to spy on my investigations.
Bring me solid evidence.
It was 12 years ago! There is no evidence.
I can't catch them red-handed!
One perhaps boring detail: How do we get the bomb in?
The same way the film got in.
The Trojan horse, 13th century BC, greatest packaging coup
in advertising history. All downhill after that!
Sounds okay, but say the crate's in the cellar,
how do we make sure the reels explode?
We send someone in.
Who's going to fit in there?
A kid, maybe.
Very funny.
Nobody fits in. You saw how it works.
They'll put the crate next to the letter M and boom.
Nele, I can't sleep.
Melli, let's try something new.
You're the kid and I'm the grown-up. I give orders and you shut up.
Okay guys, chapter seven:
How to Build a Bomb.
What's wrong with it?
I can't get it open.
-Twist it. -I'm trying. Got any pliers?
Keep trying.
Pliers.
Careful!
It won't budge.
Hey, does anyone know if it was one- or two-thirds ammonium nitrate?
Just dump a bunch in.
Good for the nerves. One hundred percent organic.
This is beneath me,
but good.
Okay, we're ready.
Let's try force.
On three: One,
two,
three!
Is this the police?
Could you send a patrol car?
The pinkos are stirring up the neighborhood!
No idea, something about "Anti-Cement."
Anti-Cement!
Machnow Street. Yeah.
My God, Terror, your hair!
Ready for anything.
Nele, you were one tough cookie.
The cops are on their way.
Tim! Look, it's Tim!
Uncle Hotte, your legs.
Your legs are back!
That's right, Melli.
I still had my legs that day.
And the next day they were gone.
Hotte.
One day you've got legs, the next day they're gone!
One day you've got friends, the next day they're gone!
You all split
when the fucking water cannon ran me over!
It was war, man! It was war! And you deserted!
You ran away like cowards!
Assholes!
Tim was the only one who stayed.
Assholes!
Calm down.
Pull yourself together.
Your blood sugar's low, that's all.
It wasn't all in vain.
No, it wasn't all in vain.
Our cause still matters.
Hey, the bad times are over. Everything will be like before.
Trust me.
Come on, everyone. Take to the roof!
The roof? Great idea, and just leave Hotte behind?
No, no, it's cool. Don't worry.
They never take me.
Too controversial.
True, they always leave him.
Time to go.
Get moving!
-Take care, Hotte. -I will.
Venceremos!
Officers, there's been a mix-up. We're colleagues. I can prove it.
Get that camera out of here. Get that damn camera away.
Get rid of that fucking camera.
-That was close. -It'll all be over in four hours.
That's it.
Come on, Melli.
We're still a hell of a team. Now we gotta stick together.
-Great, I'll have you all over for pizza. -I meant, we can all live together.
Like before, so nobody's lonely.
-Next Thursday. -Hey, Tim.
-Tim, we all have jobs to do. -So?
We shouldn't be seen together for a while. Say, for the next 14 years.
We don't know each other and never have.
You could have put that differently.
No, Flo, you gotta tell it like it is.
That's cool.
Come on, let's go.
Tim.
I can't.
And?
So is there a wedding or what?
I always said I only have till Friday.
Friday at nine.
Tim.
I was so close, but when your own men screw you...
I'll round them up for you. Trust me, Ralf.
I'm replacing you, Manni.
Putting Henkel in charge.
Me work for that jerk?
Out of the question.
You're eligible for early retirement.
You want me to retire?
I've just turned 60.
This is my case.
I'm about to nab them. You can't do this to me.
Ralf, I thought we were friends.
I knew it.
Place of residence?
Machnow Street 12, SO36.
We'll miss you.
Shit.
But you said, "Sell at 90."
Okay, so I blacked out.
I wasn't myself. I was possessed.
-Maik? -Not now, damn it.
Get these bums off my back, okay?
Can you get the phone?
In a minute.
Shit.
Hey, give me a break.
I've had it.
Fifty marks for all your junk. It's worthless, face it.
Good, 100.
But that's it.
Okay, 120. That's my last offer.
It's Hotte. Hi, Terror.
Terror, pick up the phone.
Look, I'm down in the basement
and shit,
I'm trapped, man.
Wait, just hear me out.
Don't keep walking away.
Good. I'll give you 150 because I like you.
Come on, it's all junk.
Where is he?
What did you do with Hotte?
I have no idea where he is.
Yeah?
What?
For you.
Really.
Timmy, I can't believe it.
Where the hell are you?
If it weren't for good old Bülent...
Hey, come on.
You know what I pay for that shovel?
One-fifty plus the phone, because I like you.
Hey, it's a Sony.
Remember the shovel.
Hang on, Hotte.
And no long-distance calls.
I messed up.
I practiced everything.
I planned every detail.
It got screwed up. I'm sorry.
Stay calm, I'm on my way.
I'm in big trouble.
I tried to retreat from the front. It won't work without you.
Hey, Robert.
Hotte. He needs us.
Like he needed us after the accident.
What's wrong?
Got any larger bills?
-Timmy. -What?
Hurry up.
Yeah.
Look, I'm down in the basement.
I'm trapped, man.
Hotte needs us.
Like he needed us after the eviction.
Sometimes you get a second chance. I want to use it.
How nice.
Timmy, I went over the plans a million times.
There were emergency exits! I figured it was my chance.
-I'm scared shitless. -Hotte.
Remember the bucket gag we pulled in that fancy restaurant?
What a mess we made.
All the shit on the walls. Did that ever stink.
We had some good times, Tim.
You were always up for anything.
Funny...
now that I'm all alone, I tell myself
I should have thanked Timmy properly.
Thanks, Timmy.
You're my best buddy
I love you.
Tim?
Timmy?
Tim!
Shut up, man!
Why was that idiot in the cellar, anyway?
Did anyone ask him to do that?
If he wants to get blown up, that's his damn business.
We're gonna rescue Hotte. You with us or not?
That's totally insane.
We just got out of there.
Okay, then I'm an asshole, but a free asshole.
-Do you mind? Thanks. -Okay, who needs you?
Stop.
Make room for an asshole.
Terror! Terror leader.
The last few years have been really tough.
We fought like crazy
and we really got our asses kicked.
We're underdogs, aren't we?
You're here at last. Letting me blabber on.
Hotte?
What did you get yourself into?
Nice pictures.
What more could you want?
What's this supposed to be?
Okay, let's go.
Or are you waiting for the others?
Don't hold your breath. It's every man for himself.
Don't expect your friends to stick their necks out for you.
-They'll leave you to croak. -Okay?
Friendship is overrated.
The battle line isn't drawn between left and right anymore,
but between the winners and the poor slobs who refused to sell out.
You're alone. Face it.
The last anti-fascist warriors.
The last of the Berlin Mohicans.
Flo.
Hey, shut up.
Right now. Come on.
Hey, Flo.
We're so happy for you.
I'll be right back.
-Konrad! -What's wrong?
We have to talk.
Know where you are? I shout and 100 men come running.
We'll say you want to turn yourselves in
and you'll get off easy. Tell us who was involved--
Get him!
Clobber him!
Manowsky's back there.
-Don't leave me here alone. -I have to.
This is our night!
I have no choice.
Thank you.
I got it!
How far do you think you'll get?
I'm a witness.
Hey, Tim. Forget him.
-There's no witness. -Tim.
Hey, Tim, come on.
-Let's go. -Let him be.
I don't get it.
Everyone's had a screw loose since then.
Maybe there was something in the tear gas.
You got it right, copper.
The battle line isn't drawn between left and right anymore,
but between the winners and the poor slobs who refused to sell out.
Alarm! Let's go, men. Move it!
Open up!
-Shit, we're trapped. -What now?
Attention. This is the police.
-Where the hell are we? -Tim, where are you?
-There's gotta be a way out. -Hold on.
Come out with your hands up. You have 30 seconds.
-Watch out. -Come on, give me a hand.
-Timmy. -This is insane.
Watch out!
Look out ahead!
Shit!
Get a manhunt underway.
I want cars, helicopters, the works. Now!
They won't get far.
Were they the ones you suspected?
That was the Machnow Street gang, right?
I can't verify that. They were wearing masks.
Come on, Manowsky, we'll be heroes.
You and me.
Strange, I can't seem to remember anything.
A real blackout. All those years on duty.
We breathed in the same stuff as those anarchists.
Maybe there really was something in the tear gas.
Whatever, Manowsky.
There's plenty of evidence in the basement.
Forensics. Now.
Let's go.
Come on, hurry up.
Hold on.
Timmy, I was thinking
maybe I should retool, you know?
-Stand on my own two feet. -Not a bad idea.
You know, career-wise,
with computers and all,
surfing, it'd be a super opportunity.
If I learned that, I could...
Timmy...
I can't take care of you forever.
What's going on?
-What to do in case of fire? -Let it burn!
Let it burn.
Man, are you heavy for a half pint.
It's okay, Tim. I'll get even.
Can someone lend me a 20? I'll pay you back, I swear.
-I should hope so, darling. -Yeah, you're broke now too, Maiky.
It's not too rosy on the new whatcha-call-it, market.
Timmy!
Look at that guy!
Yeah!