Many years later, more or less
Come Rico, we're going to bingo.
Rico, come!
Rico!
Rico, Oskar and the Deep-shadows
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...
Miss Ellie Wandbeck!
Ha!
Welcome.
I wish you all a good evening...
with these balls,
which...
signify luck.
30.
My name is Rico Doretti and I'm a specially gifted child.
This means that I can think a lot, but differently.
In my head there's also a bingo drum.
And the balls are like my thoughts.
When I have to think a lot, one of them tumbles out,
and then the drum in my head is spinning like crazy.
54.
Bingo. Bingo, bingo!
My son has bingo! You won, Rico.
- Oh, we have a winner. Come here. - Pick the purse.
Sure thing.
- What's your name, boy? - My name is Rico.
Oh, that's Italian, huh?
Doretti. And I'm a specially gifted child.
So, and as the prize I'd like the purse.
- When did you last see him? - I don't know.
- Another child abducted? - Again Mr. 2000.
- Stay calm. - Mr. 2000?
The bargain-kidnapper?
Mama, why do they call Mr. 2000 the "bargain-kidnapper"?
Because his abductions are so cheap.
First he lures kids into his car and drives off with them.
Then he writes: "Dear parents, if you want Lucille-Marie back,
"it will cost you 2000 euros.
"Think it over, notifying the police,
"or you'll get her back bit by bit."
What does he mean with "bit by bit"?
I don't know either.
It's much too late, you should already be in bed.
I'm proud of you that you've won such a nice purse.
- Man, man, man. - So Rico, off to bed now.
But with a song.
Sure with a song, what else?
Today again these eerie Deep-shadows.
Buonanotte, Buonanotte amore mio
Buonanotte tra il telefono e il cielo
II granturco nei Campi è maturo
Ed ho tanto bisogno Di te
La coperta è Gelata, l'estate è finita
Buonanotte, questa notte è per te
- Once again. - Sorry, but I have to go.
- Sleep well. - Work well.
- Dream something nice, my little one. - Hm.
Rico's memory-recorder
See you tomorrow!
Buonanotte, Buonanotte amore mio
Buonanotte tra il telefono e il cielo.
Reflecting.
Like from chewing gum. Or rather cigarettes.
Ah!
- Well? - Morning, Mr. Kessler.
You parked right on my treasure paper!
Look, there he is again.
Hey Spaghetti Spastic, don't break our camper.
Well, how old is our camper, when it was built in 2011?
- 2011? - Well?
- I believe... - Believing means: knowing nothing.
- 2011. - Ding! Time's up.
I know you're parked on my treasure paper!
How sweet. Did the Spastic lose his treasure paper?
Morning, Rico.
Morning. Maybe you can tell your husband to move it.
- It's on my treasure paper. - We're on our way. Get going, boys.
We're going to Croatia. Are you going somewhere too?
- No... - A pity. Maybe next year.
- Or you could go with us sometime, huh? - Elke, please.
(Radio) Mr. 2000 is holding the city in suspense.
The question is: Who's the next victim?
You better run right home, before Mr. 2000 snaps you up.
Man oh man.
Soft.
Cheese sauce.
Could have fallen out.
- Hello, Mr. Marrak. - Oh, sorry.
Did I startle you, Agent Doretti?
- My name is Rico. - I know, I know!
Mama says she wouldn't want a man like you.
- Who does his laundry at his girlfriend's. - She says that?
- Uh-huh. - Aha.
- I found a noodle. - That's fantastic.
But it can't be yours.
I don't know. Show me.
- You never cook and that one is cooked. - Yuck.
You're right. Well, you've already had something for lunch.
Bon appetit, Agent Doretti.
My name is Rico.
Mrs. Dahling!
- Rico. - Is this yours?
- Where did you get it? - From downstairs.
Your window is open.
Could be a Rigatoni. The sauce is definitely... gorgonzola.
Nice you brought it to me, but I didn't throw it out.
- Try asking Fitzke. - Okay, I'll ask him.
- Remember tonight. - I will.
- There'll be snacks. - Yeah, snacks!
Idiot is visiting, huh?
- Is this yours? - Where did you get it?
Sidewalk.
Mrs. Dahling thinks it could be rigatoni.
The sauce is definitely gorgonzola.
- Was it just lying there or in something? - Who?
Go buy yourself a brain, moron. The noodle.
Um, now what was the question?
Was your stupid noodle just lying on the sidewalk?
...or in the middle of something? In dog shit maybe?
No, it was just lying there like that.
Show me more closely.
Even more closely.
Yummy.
Man oh man.
These will become hanging tits. In three years they'll be victims of gravity.
- And then? - Then there'll be a new pair.
- Or a new job. - A day job?
We have to see.
Gravity.
"Gravel", "Gravid", "Gravity".
"Gravity: If something is heavier than you, it attracts you."
But not with gear but by force.
The earth is heavier than us all and therefore nobody falls off.
It's dangerous for apples and other round things
Possibly also for breasts.
Uh?
Rico!
- Whoa, that was close. - Sorry.
Rico, I need to talk to you
about that Mr. 2000.
I didn't want to scare you yesterday, but...
If Mr. 2000 would kidnap me, would you have the ransom?
2000 euros? Do I look like that?
- Would you scrape it together? - For you?
Oh, man.
Even if I had to kill for it, my boy.
- With ketchup? - Of course.
I have to go. I'm going to the hairdresser with Irina.
- Strawberry blonde, what do you think? - Is that red?
No, it's blond with a reddish tinge.
What does it have to do with strawberries? And what sort of tinge?
- They also have a red tinge. - Strawberries are bright red.
Rico, that's just how they say it.
We still need lots of things for the weekend.
- I would go shopping, but... - I'll do it.
You're a darling.
Here's the shopping list, money's in the drawer.
Butter is not on the list, but there's none left.
- You'll remember, right? - I will.
See you later.
Butter.
Ransom.
Ransom
One, two, three.
Dieffenbachstreet, Dieffenbachstreet.
Dieffenbachstreet, Dieffenbachstreet, right or left?
Left or right, right, left.
Right or left or right?
Right, left, right, left.
The red cloth? The red cloth?
There it is.
At the red cloth near the pharmacy head towards Admiral bridge. So to the left.
Right, left.
Hey, young man! No cart-riding here!
Ah!
Strawberries with a tinge?
What are you doing?
I... I'm looking for something.
If you tell me what, I'll help you.
A noodle.
What kind of noodle?
Definitely a treasure noodle. A rigatoni, but only maybe.
I can only tell you once I've found it.
Otherwise it wouldn't be a treasure noodle. Makes sense, right?
Could it be that you're a bit stupid?
- I'm a specially gifted child. - Really? I'm highly gifted.
Really?
I know the first 110 prime numbers by heart.
- Is that why you wear a helmet? - It's for protection. What do you think?
Last year, 1993 accidents caused serious head injuries.
1204 people of my age. And all that in Berlin alone.
I... I need to get going. Otherwise I'll get lost.
- Where do you live? - Over there. The brown house, number 93.
- Really? - Why, do you know the Dieffe?
No, but then you're really stupid, right?
I mean, if it's right in front of you...
and you just have to go straight, you can't possibly get lost.
Oh, yeah? But I can! And if you're really that smart,
you'd know that there are people who can.
- I... - And it's not the least bit funny,
that sometimes something falls out of my head.
I'm not voluntarily stupid or because I didn't learn.
- I... - You're one of these super brains.
Who always have to brag about something because nobody cares about them,
except when they play violin on TV.
- I didn't mean... - I know what's a prime number!
I'm Oskar. I sincerely apologize.
I shouldn't have made fun of you.
That was arrogant.
My name is Rico.
I have to go home now.
- Me too, or the butter will melt. - Huh?
There was no butter because we had fish sticks with ketchup.
- Okay, bye. - Bye.
Don't look back now,
or he'll think I think he's cool with his funny helmet.
Arrokant.
Right on time.
- Just look at you! - Oh.
I don't feel so good, I've got such a gloomy feeling.
- No, I meant on your head. - Oh, that
I dyed it, so that I'm not gloomy on top as well.
- Strawberry blonde? With a tinge? - Yes exactly.
Why don't you come in. Go right on through.
Mr. 2000 has a fifth victim. He was just released.
This time from Lichtenberg.
The perpetrator kidnapped a child and demanded 2,000 euros.
He threatened to harm the child if the police were notified.
As long as he isn't caught...
Did you find out whose noodle it was? Fitzke's?
- No. - Ha!
Tips can be sent to the Special Investigating Unit "Mr. 2000"...
or to any police station.
- I wish I had his address. - Of Ulf Brauscher?
Oh yes, he's as sexy as hell.
Once again the four children who were kidnapped and released.
Perhaps Fitzke is the kidnapper...
and hides the children in his stinky flat or in the toilet.
Nope, Fitzke isn't all that bad, he just simulates.
Simu... what?
Enough of the sad stuff, now we'll watch a nice love story.
Hm?
Good night, my big boy!
What a ten year old can do so as not to wake his mum:
Count bags, sit in the thinking chair,
Listen to the Dictaphone, sort treasures.
Shoot! Where is it?
Gravity.
Buonanotte, Buonanotte amore mio
Buonanotte tra il telefono e il cielo
Tiringrazio per a vermi stupito
Per a vermi Giurato Che è vero
II granturco nei Campi è maturo
Ed ho tanto bisogno Di te
La coperta è Gelata, l'estate è finita
Buonanotte, questa notte è per te
Buonanotte, buonanotte fiorellino
Mrs. Dahling also dyed her hair strawberry blond yesterday.
Aha.
Mama, do you also have the gloomy feeling?
- You mean, if I feel depressed? - Huh?
Depression: The gloomy feeling.
A depression is when all your feelings are sitting in a wheelchair.
You have no arms anymore, and there's also suddenly no one to push.
And perhaps you have flat tires.
Makes you very tired.
I'll open it.
Hello. I thought: let's introduce myself
I moved in a few weeks ago on the 3rd floor. I'm Simon Westbühl.
- Am I interrupting lunch? - Not at all.
- Who's there? - Ostbühl. The new one from the 3rd.
If it bothers you, I can come back later.
Just a moment.
She's using mouthwash.
Very good.
Sorry. Tanya Doretti. I think I'm still not awake.
I wanted to finally introduce myself. I...
Here, this is the nicest. For being good neighbors.
Oh, that's nice.
The others are for the rest of the residents.
- I hope I didn't... - No. Do you want coffee?
Without it I'm good for nothing.
May I come in?
Thank you.
- Are you married? - Uh... No.
- And do you have a girlfriend? - Rico.
That's okay.
Tomorrow we go to the Grauen Hummeln.
Neighborhood bingo. I almost always win.
- If you want you can join us. - Go to your room.
- Please. - Isn't bingo more for grannies and gramps?
Yes, but there was a vacancy, because someone recently died.
- It's right next to mom and if you want... - Frederico!
March!
If you eavesdrop, I'll auction you off on the Internet.
Man oh man.
I want to hear the door slam.
Ask Mrs. Dahling about the love story.
I should borrow it for Mama. Otherwise she'll screw up again.
In the movies they always say the right thing,
and in the end they're a happy couple.
Okay then, bye.
- Thanks again. - Let me say goodbye...
Can't you be careful? Are you blind?
I rushed too fast out of the apartment. Sorry.
- It wasn't your doing. - Who are you, anyway?
Simon Westbühl. I just moved in.
Let's be good neighbors.
Oh, that's nice.
- Rainer Kiessling, 2nd floor. - My pleasure.
Should I pick everything up on my own, or...
Sorry, I'm in a hurry.
Yes, I'm also in a hurry!
You see? Without a helmet I'd be dead.
Oskar. What are you doing here?
- What do you mean? Visiting you. - Well, Rico, you have a visitor.
Come on in.
- Bye. - Bye.
- Since when do you wear that on a bike? - I don't have a bike.
...and for sure no motorcycle either.
It's very dangerous without a helmet. Accidents happen all the time.
But not in my kitchen. Rico can assure you of that.
But the way the fish sticks flew through the apartment yesterday was quite dangerous.
Today no flying fish sticks.
You can stare at me as long as you want.
I don't mind. But I will stare back.
And I won't take off the helmet anyway.
I urgently need new toenails.
What do you want to glue on instead of the dolphins?
I don't know, maybe other fish.
- Dolphins are not fish. - She likes you.
She hates me. Because I'm still wearing the helmet.
Every year almost 40.000 children have an accident in Germany.
One third as a car-passenger, 40% on a bike
And 25% as a pedestrian.
- I got an idea. Let's go eat ice-cream. - Okay.
Wait here a minute, okay?
- And, what do you think of him? - A bit strange with the helmet, but...
Not Oskar, but Bühl.
Aha.
Well I would say,
The guy is the hottest hunk that I've ever seen.
- Then is that my... - By no means your new dad, Rico.
- What are you doing today? - We're going to eat ice-cream.
I'll be right back.
I think the dolphins are really quite pretty.
Yes? Well.
Then I'll leave them on.
I don't have any more.
Take care of yourself, okay?
Come on, Oscar.
- Does your mama never hug you? - She's gone.
- Took off when I was very young. - Really? And your dad?
- Why is the downstairs door open? - Is it?
It is! I just walked in. Without ringing.
Anybody could come in: murderers, burglars, drunks, peeing in the hallway.
That's so careless!
Oskar, are you scared of Mr. 2000?
- Nonsense. You? - Nonsense!
(Song: Philipp Poisel, "Me and you")
You and me and me and you
We don't have a choice We just have to risk it
I think we're meant to be together
Are you coming? Are you coming with me?
We have to go that way. Around the corner and... then another corner.
And then another. Then I call it a day.
Plus weekend.
That's easy-peasy.
We two belong together It can't be otherwise
And when a dragon catches you Then I will free you
Me and you
Most of the cyclists get hit, because they're using the wrong lane.
Most of the pedestrians, because they run across the street without looking.
You and me and me and you
I always look. Always!
Two ice-creams, please.
One in a cone.
How many scoops?
Many.
I would like one scoop of chocolate.
And one more chocolate.
Another chocolate. And then another.
Why don't you just tell me that you want four chocolate!
But I want five times chocolate.
Better first fasten the five screws in your head, kiddo.
- Is that it? - Thank you.
Yes thank you, or no thanks?
So, can we count to five already?
We can even count to seven.
In a cup: strawberry, pistachio, tiramisu, vanilla, caramel, lemon, strawberry.
- So, that's two times strawberry. - Yes, one at the bottom and one on top.
And if possible, don't let the pistachio touch the lemon.
And vanilla only if it, um...
- Does it have artificial flavors? - Plenty.
Good, then rather two vanilla and no, um... lemon.
Otherwise, we would have eight.
By the way, the vanilla plant is an orchid, you know?
workers in Reunion and Madagascar...
have to artificially pollinate them with cactus spines,
just to have enough for the world market.
- Oh. - A very bad and poorly paid job.
Besides, artificial vanilla is harmless.
- Where was the caramel? - 5th place.
But we were able to count to seven, right?
Thank you.
Bye. See you soon.
Man oh man.
Vanilla, chocolate, vanilla, but the chocolate shouldn't touch the cone.
- Can we do that? - Yes.
Oskar, can I see your house? And your dad?
My father is almost never home, and the apartment isn't cleaned up.
And when there are visitors?
Hardly anyone visits.
But I don't like to be home. My father doesn't like me.
- And your friends? - I don't have any.
Me neither.
Although maybe I have one: Sophia.
That's a pretty name.
- Where are we going? - Fourth floor.
- What's there? - Well, fourth floor.
- What are we doing there? - Hush. Not so loud.
- Are you afraid of heights? - What?
What's the racket? I have a heart condition!
- Oh, sorry. - Do you want to kill me, imbecile?
Now who are you? Re-enforcements from the nuthouse?
Hello? Can't you talk? Deaf and dumb, huh?
Hello? I asked you something.
They're smelly. In developing countries, lack of hygiene is...
the most common cause of diseases.
You should be grateful for soap and water!
- You should make use of it. - Who are you?
- Oskar. And you? - None of your business! Get lost!
Before I tear your head off and use it as a soccer ball!
Are you nuts? He'll make us into mincemeat if we annoy him.
- The bell is broken. - It never worked. Stop!
I won't be rudely treated, just because I'm a kid!
You shouldn't pay attention to him. He's only musilating.
- Musilating? You mean simulating. - That's what I said.
- And I'm not from the loony bin! - Come on now. Come.
I water the flowers here. I even get money for it.
God, that's high.
Over there is the entrance to the annex.
Mrs. Bonhöfer blew herself up there.
Blew herself up?
She had lung cancer and didn't feel like going to a hospital.
- She turned on the gas. - Then what?
One last cigarette and... whoomp.
- An explosion? - Precisely. And now there they are...
These deep-shadows.
- What shadows? - Deep-shadows.
They are deeper. Deep in the rooms.
- My God! There must be people walking about. - No, Marrak has everything locked up.
- Which Marrak? - One of the men in the stairwell.
The one with the letters. That's Marrak.
- I see. - He has his roof garden here.
Back there's the white house and the way to the annex.
- And the way to the shadows. - Why did he lock everything up?
- The annex is in danger of collapse. - The house is what?
In danger of collapse, in case you're hard of hearing under the helmet.
- In danger of collapsing. - That's what I said.
- You didn't. - I did.
- You did. - Not.
- There you go. - Huh?
Let's get out of here.
At Fitzke's you're banging on the door, here you don't dare go next to the railing.
I can swim but I wouldn't jump into a piranha tank.
What are piranhas?
Fish with sharp teeth from the Characidae family.
They shred a wounded animal or a human into little pieces in seconds.
Are you actually always scared of something?
It's not scared. It's caution.
Pure prudence. Self-preservation instinct.
- Now you're happy? - For starters it's okay.
I've never been this high.
- I know what makes us different. - Oh yes?
You know a lot of strange things, but your mood is usually in the cellar.
That's certainly true if you're very clever.
For every nice thing...
there occurs to you something terrible.
Hm. Maybe.
Are you coming back tomorrow?
Actually I had plans for tomorrow.
But I can do it later, I guess.
Are we now real friends?
Haven't we been the whole time?
- At eleven? - At eleven.
21, 22, 23.
24, 25,
26.
26 steps.
I only need 21 to the edge.
Four, three...
Two...
One.
Huh, Mom? Already up?
- Do you know what today is? - Tell me.
A day when the sun doesn't just rise outside, but also in the belly.
When it makes me all warm and bright inside.
Oscar picks me up at eleven. Then we'll go down the canal.
Very far, because for Oskar it's a no brainer.
He's highly gifted and...
What's wrong with you?
Do you remember Uncle Christian?
That dork? What's with him?
He isn't well. We have to go there.
Why? What's wrong with him?
Cancer.
- Does he have to die? - Hmm, maybe.
We should go right away. I've already packed your things.
Today? But today I'm meeting Oskar.
And uncle lives at the bottom left. We can't make it before eleven.
That's right. You have to meet Oskar another time.
Can't he blow himself up like Bonhöfer?
Frederico!
My brother is mortally ill, and I just want to see him alive.
I don't care shit what you think! We have to go.
You always say that I have no friends, and now you're ruining everything.
Rico, can't you turn off your damn egotism for once?
Central station, please.
I'll just stare back!
- Then let him come another time. - You can just leave me alone!
Rico! Bloody hell!
Rico!
I'll call Mrs. Dahling, she'll look after you.
Promise me that you'll do nothing stupid.
Okay.
If something happens, call me and I'll come home at once, okay?
Mama? Cancer is contagious, right?
No, kiddo. Cancer is not contagious.
Shit.
Ten to six.
Or 9:30.
Man oh man. A while longer.
- Oh, Rico. - Hello, my name is Frederico Doretti.
I am a specially gifted child.
That's why I can only walk straight ahead and see little of the world.
To compensate I like to see the homes of others. Can I come in?
I'm late already. I have to go to Schöneberg.
Some other time, okay?
- Hello. - Hello.
- Oh, Agent Doretti. - Marrak.
Who are you rummaging around with today?
My best friend is coming soon, the one with the helmet.
Now I have to water the flowers at the Runge-Blawetzkys.
- They are on vacation. - The flowers or the Blawetzkys?
Huh?
That's a joke, Rico. Just a joke.
- Say hello to your mom. - I can't, she's gone for a few days.
Aha.
Who's looking after you?
Me and Mrs. Dahling.
So if you ask me, this Mr. 2000...
He's supposed to be a lesson for everyone.
If... If all these abducted children...
wouldn't go traipsing through town all alone,
then he wouldn't have kidnapped them.
Makes sense, or am I right? Have a good day, agent.
So what's up? Shouldn't you go water the flowers.
He's coming.
He's not coming.
He's coming... he's not coming.
He's coming.
(repeats "He's coming... he's not coming...")
He's coming.
He's not coming.
Crap.
"Arrogant:
if one looks down on someone."
Oskar can't possible be that clever
After all he's much smaller and has to look up to me.
Ah! Crap!
He'll be surprised.
Man oh man.
- Well, big boy. - Hello, my name is Frederico Doretti.
I am a specially gifted child, that's why I can only walk straight ahead.
And friends who can show me the way are not coming after all.
That's why I see little of the world.
To compensate I like to see the apartments of others. Can I come in?
- Well in that case, hop in. - Thank you.
- That was about time. - Sorry?
Nothing.
- That’s just junk there. Something to drink? - Yes, water.
- I also have juice. - Then I'll take one.
Looks like winter is living here.
- Big boy, your juice. - Mama's breasts are prettier.
Aha.
After gravity did its job, she'll buy herself new ones.
How's your mom?
She thinks that you're a hot hunk
But it's hard for her to fall in love,
because she's always thinking of Dad.
I understand. Um... I thought you two live alone?
We are. Papa is long dead.
I'm sorry for you. I mean, for both of you.
Papa died on a stormy autumn day.
He wanted his...
Sorry. This is impolite.
I've been waiting for this call. Don't go.
Yes?
How did it happen?
Where?
(Radio announcer) Hello Berlin, breaking news on Mr. 2000...
Yes, I'm on my way. Give me 20 minutes.
Rico. Rico, you... unfortunately I have to go.
I suggest you come back tomorrow afternoon. I'll have time then.
Then I want to hear all of your dad's story, okay?
I don't know if the story...
If you don't want to tell the story, that's also fine.
- But the invitation stands, okay? - Okay.
Well, now get out with you, you specially talented snooper.
See you tomorrow. Late afternoon.
Oh, Rico, if your friend didn't come today, then maybe tomorrow.
I think tonight there's a love story on, "Pretty Woman".
- Ever heard of it? - No. What's it about?
A call girl falls in love with a rich man.
- What's a call girl? - Uh...
- Don't you know? - Uh, yes, but...
What the heck, I guess you're big enough for such a thing.
- Big enough for what? - To know about certain things.
So, a call girl is a woman, who for money makes men...
spend a nice evening.
Just like my mom?
No.
Your mama is working in a club, where call girls get to know men.
She manages the club. She is managing director.
She determines which drinks are purchased and the like.
Yes, and the like, right, uh...
Now I'll make dinner, okay?
Now you get the tube going.
- Then you tell me what's going on. - Okay.
The kidnappers, who are keeping all of Berlin in suspense for three months,
kidnapped, as we heard, a sixth victim.
- Anything new? - Mr. 2000 kidnapped another child.
Och!
But now for the first time, the father of this victim...
went to the police without first paying the demanded ransom.
Do you realize that you're risking you son's life?
It's a responsibility of the police.
Let's see if this terror doesn't stop,
when you don't pay at once.
No further comments.
Back to Ulf Brausche.
The eight-year-old must have been kidnapped right at the door of his house.
As the boy's father explained...
Oskar!
Did Mr. 2000 kidnap Oskar?
Everything all right?
Now to the pictures of the previously abducted children.
Everywhere this gloomy feeling. Let's see if there's a nice film, okay?
Why doesn't it work?
Schöneberg. Just like Kiesling.
...the kidnapped children so far...
The plane!
That's the Sophia of Oskar.
A high-rise in Schöneberg. That's where I have to go.
Rico?
I'll be right back.
Dear...
Mama...
I don't want to worry you,
but I have to help Oskar.
If anything happens to me, you can crack open my money-box,
to pay for the funeral.
If Uncle Christian has already died...
you can put me in the coffin with him.
When I'm dead, I don't care anymore.
Cordial condolences. Your Rico.
Man oh man.
One more thing: Bühl should take care of you.
He's very nice and has a nice living room, especially the ceiling.
Love you.
- Are you okay? - I've been waiting for you.
- For me? - I want to go in your direction.
- Schöneberg? What do you want to do there? - Visit a... girlfriend.
- You visit girlfriends in the evening. - Not exactly a girlfriend.
- So you'll take me? - Be my guest.
But if you mess up the car, I'll toss you right out.
- What are you looking for? - A high-rise.
- A high-rise? - That's where we arranged to meet.
I thought you wanted to go to Schöneberg. Why did you pick Grunewald?
I'll drive past a high-rise. I'll drop you off there.
Then you have to find your own way.
- But... - And no discussion.
(Music: Blumentopf, "Supermänner")
Look up We're flying over the city
Super men are full of power
We are brave, cowardly, Just plain rude
We can do anything If we're only told what
Look up
We are well-dressed cads We are movers and shakers
A mash-up of Magnum, Rocky Colt Seavers and MacGyver
We posture in poses, Are super touchy
We're energized, work on computers and play on consoles
Look up, We're flying over the city
Super men are full of power
We are brave, cowardly, Just plain rude
We can do anything If we're only told what
Look up
So then.
- The high-rise. - This is not gonna work with the women.
Do you know what Batman, Superman and Bruce Willis have in common with you?
- Specially gifted? - They're all scared sometimes. Like you.
- Really? - Really.
But you know, what's the difference?
They do their thing anyway. Well, now get out.
Be a man.
"Be a man" is English and means "be a man".
That means: Real men shouldn't be scared.
But I'm not a man yet.
- Huh? - In an emergency, you'll take a cab, okay?
Okay.
...they could crush you with these.
This alien monster feeds on human brains.
- Do you have a problem? - I...
I'm looking for Sophia.
I don't know her last name. Only that she lives here.
The girl, who was kidnapped by the bargain kidnapper.
- You haven't even introduced yourself. - My name is Rico.
- Felix. - No, Rico.
I'm Felix. So what do you want from Sophia?
I just want to ask something.
You want information the police didn't mention, right?
Something like that.
Because she'd rather trust a child than an adult?
Well then. Come along.
All right!
Mr. 2000 first cuts off the ears, then the hands.
Then, when there's still no money, he moves on to the legs.
- Isn't that exaggerated? - I'm going to be a writer.
You have to exaggerate to be believed.
- You can ask Sven. - Now who is Sven?
You're a bit dumb, right?
I'll tell him about my ideas.
Only if he likes them, I'll write them down.
Hello, Sven.
He can't hear you. Or talk. He's deaf.
- Are you friends? - Of course we are friends.
Well then, get a move on.
Imagine there was a zombie invasion...
Fifth floor.
What do you want to prove?
You don't know either me or my family!
So stay out of this!
Hello.
- What? - I...
I'm a friend of Sophia.
She's in her room.
Look at yourself, you're a cheap...
Hi, Sophia.
I'm Rico. A friend of Oskar.
Oskar is in great danger.
You told Oskar something you didn't tell the police, right?
Jingle...Jingleman said,
If I tattle on him, he'll get Jannek and kill him.
Jingleman would get Jannek?
Why Jingleman? And who is Jannek?
He is ill. Something with his skin.
And why Jingleman?
Sophia, I won't make a peep to anyone.
That's what Oskar said.
Now he's locked up in the green room, and I'm to blame.
What sort of green room?
He got this from you, right?
He was always wearing the plane, but at some time he lost it.
Jingleman and a green room. That's all I found out.
And Sophia has... the gloomy feeling.
At 9:30 Oskar left home,
to visit a friend, but the boy never got there.
The boy never got there.
- And? What's this now? - What's what now?
- What's a nipper doing all alone? - I thought I was sitting in a taxi.
Don't sass me, boy. Where are your parents?
I have to go home, but I can't find the way.
And before you ask: I am specially gifted.
Aren't you all?
Again: Where are your parents?
I was with a friend from school. My mother called, my dad is dead.
I have to go home at once, and I should take a taxi.
I don't want to be treated rudely, just because I'm a child.
So, and now I'd like to get moving.
Green Room, dimwit taxi driver, sick Jannek.
Oskar, red plane, high rise in Schöneberg.
Six circles, Jingleman and Sophia.
Man oh man.
Hi, Mama.
Hello, darling, how are you?
Hm, I'm fine.
What are you up to?
I... was out somewhere with Oskar.
- When are you coming, then? - Tomorrow. Or should I come today?
- No, everything is fine. - Okay. Take good care of yourself.
- Bye, kiddo. - Bye.
Man oh man.
Are you coming back tomorrow?
Actually I have plans for tomorrow.
The plane! Oskar still had it up there.
It didn't fall down. He has been here again.
That can only mean...
The day before yesterday he was certainly not in the backyard.
I've even counted his steps.
And yesterday morning he was already abducted, when he was on his way to me.
And this in turn can only mean...
It can only mean...
I have no idea what it means.
I thought you had forgotten our appointment.
Here you go.
- (Burp). - Bon appetit.
Yesterday's juice is still untouched.
Too healthy, right?
So Rico, what's the matter?
I know something about...
Whenever we want to talk. It's probably fate.
- Don't let me keep you. - Sorry.
Westbühl.
Six red circles?
Yesterday's juice is still untouched.
They have to be from yesterday.
That can only mean:
Bühl knew before anyone else, that Oskar was kidnapped.
No police, no police.
But not for 2000 smackers. How did he escape?
The green room.
Bühl is Jingleman. And I'm his next victim.
Yes, exactly.
Rico?
Rico!
Rico?
That can't be true.
Come on! Rico!
Rico?
Man oh man.
Rico?
- Emergency, what can I do? - I am Frederico Doretti, specially gifted.
I can only walk straight ahead and I want to report a kidnapper.
- Hello? - Now you listen...
Mr. 2000, the bargain kidnapper, who kidnapped Oskar.
I know where he lives. You have to believe me.
Really? Then where is he?
He lives in the Dieffenbach street 93, fourth floor, no, third floor.
Left, no, right. No, left. No, right.
His name is Bühl. Actually East... No, Simon Westbühl! And...
- Simon Westbühl? - Yes.
Watch it, kid. I can see your number.
If you call again, it'll be really expensive for your parents.
2000 plus.
Man oh man.
Rico?
Can be, but doesn't have to be.
Well, like with the other children.
He won't be my new dad. Definitely tell Mama.
Gorgonzola?
My treasure noodle.
Oskar.
Oskar is the Deep-shadow. This can only mean,
that Bühl is hiding the children in Bonhöfer's annex.
But Marrak has everything locked up.
Man oh man.
I have to climb over RB's roof garden to Marrak in the apartment,
to steal the key, hopefully he's already sleeping.
Then up the roof again to the annex, to the white house.
Then I go back down to Bonhöfer. And to Oskar.
But be careful, because everything is in danger of collapsing... uh, endangered.
I wonder when Marrak goes to bed.
Surely by now.
If no one believes me...
Be a man.
There he is.
Shit.
Which one is it?
Fits.
Be a man. Be a man. Be a man.
Man oh man.
"Unfortunately horny."
"Bonhöfer."
Oh man.
This is the green room.
- Man oh man. - Rico?
- Oskar? - It's really you!
- Just close the door. - Why?
So the light goes on. Like in a refrigerator, only the other way around.
Is there no light in a refrigerator when it's closed?
Please just close the door.
Are you hurt?
You've found my plane, right?
Where did you get the key?
- I pinched it from Marrak. - Marrak?
- Yes, he's snoozing. - All respect!
Man oh man.
The key to the handcuffs is among the others.
- Which others? - My God, the keys in your hand!
- Why don't you say so. - Learn some German.
Here, the one with the green ribbon, that one.
- You've just been sitting here all the time? - "Just"?
Sitting can be an extremely complicated matter.
Again.
Come, let's go upstairs.
- But we'll just bump into this guy. - Downstairs we'll bump into this guy.
Doesn't he come through the cellar?
- Which cellar? - The one he brought you through.
Why through the cellar?
- It's the only way, scatterbrain. - But you did it too.
I went over the roof garden. With Marrak's key.
- How does Bühl get here? - Westbühl? What's he got to do with it?
Shit, it's Marrak.
- The key jingles, not the phone. - Yes.
That's why the keys for the handcuffs are here.
The Deep-shadow was here before Bühl moved in.
Man oh man, am I stupid!
- So it isn't Bühl. - So much for the "scatterbrain".
I got the hint from Sophia.
She could remember his jingling keyring.
And his red suit.
A present for you.
Then I wrote down all surveillance services in Berlin.
That was a tough job.
I finally found him by accident and recognized the red suit.
I followed him.
Or at least I tried.
Well, I lost him, but found his car.
It was parked in Dieffe.
There I waited and waited.
That was the day we met.
When we were on the roof, I saw his red suit.
But then I still didn't know who it was.
The next morning, before we were supposed to meet, he came out of 93.
Jingleman in a red suit. And then I finally knew.
You visited me, but not because of me,
but because of Mr. 2000.
You used me to get in.
You only exploited me and nothing else.
You're not even my friend.
- Rico, come on now. - Marrak's snoozing, huh.
I traveled all the way to Schöneberg. For you!
What? You were with Sophia?
- Yes. - Alone?
- Sure. - And all the left, right, and such?
It wasn't a problem.
Man oh man.
I'm not that smart.
My plan totally went bad.
I...
- I deliberately let myself be kidnapped. - What?
I asked Marrak, if he could take me.
It took only three traffic lights.
Then I had given him my dad's number.
And Marrak sprayed something in my face.
Then I fell asleep very fast.
I only woke up when he pulled me out of the laundry bag.
- You were in the laundry bag? - I think so. It looked like one.
And I was standing next to you all the time.
Oh, sorry.
Anyway, I had managed to free one arm.
When Marrak dragged me to the white house,
I ripped the plane from my shirt and threw it out.
Why did you let yourself be kidnapped?
I wanted to know if my father...
How he would react to it, et cetera.
- Well? - Nothing. I don't matter to him.
That's why he called the police right away.
He's glad that he finally is rid of me.
You were my last hope.
It was just a tiny hope, but apparently big enough.
I'm sorry.
You've done all this only so your dad would do something for you for once?
Then I'd rather have none at all.
You're not mad at me any more?
We're friends.
Let's get out of here!
Now we are the Deep-shadows.
You've always seen the children and him. On the way to the loo.
Tiptop, Agent Doretti.
Hey! Hold it!
Help!
Come on!
Now wait. Stop!
- Faster! - Hold it!
This way!
- The keys! - Ha ha!
Ah! What are you shouting for?
You shouldn't be scared. I love children.
I just wanted your parents to look after you better.
- He likes children, yeah right. - Shut your mouth, you freak.
You shouldn't have been poking your nose into my affairs.
- I'm afraid I have to cut it off now. - The sequence is incorrect.
- With the cutting. - Huh?
Kidnappers always first cut off both ears.
And then the hands.
- You little, feeble-minded... - Don't interrupt me!
I've got it!
Rico!
Run!
Help!
We can't get through. The door is jammed!
- So, friends, now... - Just wait!
Rico!
Help!
- Rico, bite him! - Ah!
Will you stop biting!
Rico! Help!
- You little ass cheek! - Hold it! Police!
- Let me go! - Release him or I'll shoot.
Ah!
- Westbühl? - Yes?
One day my dad went with friends...
out in a boat off the coast of Naples.
It was a stormy autumn day with big waves.
My dad threw out his fishing rod,
and a huge fish bit.
There was a battle for life and death.
The fish won.
He dragged Papa overboard.
And my dad drowned in the deep blue sea.
At the Italian I always order pizza with seafood, out of revenge.
Stop, here it is. Thank you.
What's going on here? Rico!
- Rico. - Mama.
- What happened? - Everything will be fine.
I solved the Mr. 2000 case. It's Marrak.
And I freed Oskar. And Bühl is a real policeman.
Geez kiddo, what's this nonsense?
Wait, not so fast.
I feel sick.
It must be a concussion.
Is this the evening news? Mr. 2000 is in Dieffe.
Send Ulf Brauscher, something's going on here.
He should ring at Mrs. Dahling, okay?
No, Dahling.
Yes. Yes!
Oh God. Madness.
How's uncle Christian?
By yesterday noon nothing new.
And... Why did you come?
You were so odd on the phone. It kept bugging me.
Oh man, kiddo.
I should've taken you with me.
And Oskar? Who would have saved him?
That's right.
Down below the press is lurking.
Will I be famous now?
Can't be avoided. You and Oskar.
But only for a few days. Our fast-paced world forgets quickly.
Then we soon fall right out of the world's heads, right?
- Uh-huh. - Then I don't want to be famous.
Go back to bed.
What do I have, really?
A mild concussion. I could've taken you home yesterday.
But I fell asleep.
- Oskar. - Hello.
What?
- Oh, nothing. - Fancy an ice-cream?
- Ice-cream? - Go, you two.
Rico and Oskar, that's how our two little heroes are called...
Why did you take off the helmet?
Too obvious.
Man oh man. Now we can catch up on everything. The whole two days. Ouch!
- Can you lend me your helmet? - Hm
Do you know why I took off the helmet?
No.
With you as a friend I don't need it anymore.
I'm less scared when you're with me.
- Right or left? - Take your pick.
Okay. Then left.
Subtitles by Subransu Edited by Brunello