Okay, come on. And...
And push, push, push, push!
Again.
Breathe. Come on, breathe.
Inhale and exhale. And...
That's it. Come on, push, push.
Breathe, breathe. And push!
Amelie, Amelie, look at me. Look at me. Look at my eyes.
You're doing great. Look at me. Very good, very good.
You're doing great. You can do this.
Look at me, look at me.
That's right.
And again. Yes, that's it. Very good.
And come on. Very good.
Very good. Yes, come on. Again. Push.
Push. Again. Very good. Good.
Look.
Yeah, look here. Your child. Here's your child.
Have a look.
Very good.
It's gorgeous out today, crisp, bright.
Wow! A special day for a special occasion.
And as hard as times can seem for us on this island,
as many challenges we face,
the circle of life never ends.
One new life steps onto the stage, and an old one steps off.
Hakuna Matata.
Raik Kohler, one of us, is sacrificing himself
so that his granddaughter,
so that we all, can live.
There he is, to my right,
the hero of the day about to do his part
for his newborn granddaughter.
Raik Kohler, look at that noble profile.
Raik has a reputation as a real old-school gentleman.
And wow! With the dignity and grace in the face of death
that he is showing today, he is more than living up to his reputation.
I am certain that this welcoming ceremony
will enter the annals of our small island community
and serve us for years as inspiration and precedent.
Marek.
Marek!
It's not over yet.
- What? - Stop, stop, stop, stop!
Stop pushing, Amelie! You've got one more in there.
There's a second child. It's upside down, I have to go in.
I'm going in with my hand now.
I'll help you, I'll help you. It's okay.
I guess in a moment like this I'm supposed to say something meaningful.
And, push. Push with me. Push with me, Amelie!
One more time.
Well, what can I say?
Be kind to one another.
Hey.
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We are here for each other.
That is the key to our survival.
Back when we started all this, I said,
"A new era is beginning."
You can never again think only about yourself.
From now on it is not "me," not "you," only "us."
And I promised I'd make the world as close to the world you grew up in as I could.
That one day we would wake up from this nightmare
and have our old lives back.
That was our deal back then, when it all came crashing down.
And I think we've come a long way. We're doing better and better.
We've learned to take responsibility.
We've learned to sacrifice.
Excuse me, but before we throw around more big, noble phrases...
Rather than resorting to the cruelest solution,
what if we allowed this second, unexpected child to join us?
Without sacrificing someone else for it? And we may discover...
This island can't sustain more than 513 lives...
We may discover that one extra person is, in fact, just fine,
that we can actually survive with 514 people.
He's right. It doesn't make a difference.
Okay. Let's say we do it.
We make one exception. Once.
Then everyone's gonna ask, "Why him and not me?"
From then on, everyone will want to be the exception.
And sooner or later, no one will stick to any rules,
and we will be faced with absolute chaos.
Marek, how is it that we didn't know about the second baby?
We have no ultra-sound equipment, as you well know.
Marek, we can't allow ourselves to be tempted by compassion.
All right, time for a vote.
Besides, the number 513 is based on scientific calculations.
Your "scientist" was a retired biology teacher, now dead, so...
I suggest we take more time to think about how we...
Let's vote?
The baby or one of us?
We all have feelings, Marek, but we need to use
our rational judgement when we make such decisions...
And who says this has to be our decision,
- to try and play God? - There is no playing God here.
Somehow you are very sensitive to that charge.
Reason, duty, self-sacrifice.
That's what our community is based on.
Come on, we both know what our community is really based on.
It's not going to do anybody any good to quarrel with the past.
Marek,
we understand you.
You mean well.
After all, it's your job to save lives.
One thing is clear. If we mess this up, there's no do-over.
Let's vote.
Raik loved his schnauzer,
and onion cake was his favorite.
My mother said when she first met Raik,
he looked just like Roger Moore.
Now I see, you don't just have one beautiful little baby here,
but two.
Two new friends.
And this makes for some tough choices.
Beatrice.
- Hello. - Can you comment on the recent events?
Yes, I am sure most of you have already heard,
due to an unforeseen twin birth,
we are currently 514 people on the island.
To correct this, the council will put things to a vote tomorrow.
Yes, so Beatrice, let's get down to brass tacks,
who is at risk of sacrifice tomorrow?
We want names.
Well, this is, as always,
the people's decision,
but if I were at the bottom of the ranking board,
one of the last three spots, let's say,
I'd be getting my things in order.
Okay.
As Beatrice is keen on pointing out...
The ranking, the numbers, are always in flux.
The ever-changing saga of numbers marches on.
But here they are, today's candidates.
- Our man in 511th place... - Do you see that?
I'm 511th. How did I end up at five fucking eleven?
I'm fucking toast!
What do you want? You did total that truck!
What do I want? I want not to die is what.
I'll just refuse to jump.
Yeah, that worked out pretty well for Simon.
Come back here, you bastards! Hey!
They threw him in the sea because he didn't want to jump.
For we 513 are mankind's last hope.
All right, I gotta knock somebody down a peg...
Cool your jets. No dirty tricks. You're gonna move up.
But like nice people move up.
Now for someone consistently ranked at the very bottom of the pile.
Elise Bartels, currently 512th.
We carry the weakest in our society,
but how long can we go on like this?
Grandma, you're on TV! You're on TV!
How long can we support people who have so little to contribute?
And last but not least,
in 513th place, Etienne Wendler,
a criminal who violated all our trust.
Jesus, I can hardly breathe.
Has he paid enough for his crime?
Why me? I work my ass off every day.
Tomorrow will bring clarity.
I'll tell you what story Lola should run with.
"The sacrifice of a mother."
She can only keep one child,
the other has to go.
It's "Sophie's Choice"!
- That movie won Oscars! - Don't be stupid!
We have to think practically.
Morning.
Morning, Marek. Good morning, Linus.
Your mother loved all this business.
- What business? - All the grunt work.
Treating slides, testing samples, even counting cells.
For her this was relaxing.
You take a look at the flu shots we got from the last shipment?
Not yet.
The last few were past expired.
They're fucking with us.
Okay, nobody's perfect, but these are almost rotten.
Everything here is running out.
Maybe there really is no solution, but we definitely won't find one
by pretending we can still get the stuff we need home delivered.
What are you saying?
If there is any chance of getting answers
and beating the virus,
it's not from spinning samples and serums
and injecting a potential vaccine into a rabbit every other week.
Dad.
We need more resources. And those only exist on the mainland.
There is nothing out there but infection and death.
- You know this. - Do I?
Do you? Have you seen what it's really like over there? No.
Because it's too dangerous to go any further.
So we have people for that.
We pay them, so to speak, and they get us what we need.
But that's nothing new.
I don't know why that's so hard to get.
You put all your trust in the mainlanders.
That's what I don't get.
I mean, did they really check all the hospitals
or are they just telling us that?
You want to believe there's some pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
but that's nonsense.
We have to stay here and sit still and figure it out.
That's the much harder thing.
And everything else...
Good morning, Judith.
We have to hurry it up. It's a pretty long list today.
We have to get it done before the vote.
You should come along today.
- It'd be nice. - I have to report for duty.
Come on, Dad. Two years in the militia never hurt anyone.
We'll see each other at the vote anyway.
That's no reason to be happy.
Well, it's my first time voting.
That's something.
My vote counts as much as Beatrice's.
What about my security clearance for the lab?
Unlike your son, I actually studied medicine.
Intro courses.
'We had the sun and the stars
'The dunes and the open sea
'And it seemed I held time
'Firmly in my hands
'For me, there were only the two of us
'I knew I had you
'Everything seemed simple and clear
'Your footprints in the sand
'That I saw just yesterday
'The tide took them away
'What is left there for me?
'Your love disappeared
'Like your footprints in the sand
'What remains
'Is my longing for you
'I don't know when you started
'Walking down the beach without me
'And when I asked you
'You looked past me in silence
'By the time we see the truth
'It's not uncommon that it's already too late
'Now here I am
'What can I do?
'Your footprints in the sand'
- Hey, come in. - Hello.
- Hello, Etienne. - Hello.
So, how are you?
Ehh.
Here are some vitamins. Because of the fasting.
He doesn't need them. He's just fine.
And that's for the record.
What are you looking at me like that for?
It's all your fault that he's in last place.
My fault?
Etienne stole the painkillers out of my dispensary.
Because you refused to give them to him.
Marek.
Etienne took some ibus because I was in great pain.
- I... - He wanted to help.
And for that he gets no food for four weeks?
- And now he's meant to sacrifice himself? - Lisa, I know.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Hello. - Hi.
I'm here to... pick up...
the thing.
But if now is a bad time...
Pick what up?
The grandfather clock.
You've been buying votes?
- That's illegal. - Lisa...
Marek, please. Marek, you have to help us.
- Talk to Beatrice, please. - I'll try.
- Put in a good word for us. - I'll try.
- Promise? - I said...
I'll do what I can.
It's not my fault Etienne's dead last.
You sure about that?
Yeah, I'm sure.
We have to ration the ibus,
and stealing's still against the rules.
Besides. If it wasn't Etienne,
it'd be just some other loser
at the bottom of the list trying to avoid the cliff.
Why don't you take the south side.
I'll see to Lore.
Elise, what are you doing here?
Amelie.
You had the door open. I didn't want to wake you.
My baby. How'd you get my baby?
You were asleep.
It was crawling toward the steps. I thought it was going to fall down.
I didn't want it to get hurt. I came running up and grabbed it.
- And then you woke up. - Give me my baby back.
You don't think that I...
- What's your number? - What?
- What number? - I...
Hand me the baby now.
Don't look at me like that.
I'd never hurt a child.
Flashing lights? Dizziness? Anything?
Same as always.
Beatrice dropped by today.
She said to tell you:
"Dredging up the past doesn't help anybody move forward.
"Least of all you, Marek."
Why doesn't she tell me that herself?
She knows you wouldn't listen to her.
You challenged her in front of the foot soldiers.
You ever regret what we did... back then?
Are you kidding?
All I have are nightmares.
Does...
Linus know?
Morning.
- I'll go fetch some bread. - All right.
Maybe I should sacrifice myself for her.
Don't be ridiculous. It's not our fault.
Elise should go. After what she pulled today.
Marek is illegally supplying Lore with insulin.
I don't know where he's getting it.
You watched him?
Of course, I don't trust him one bit.
Initiative, bravo.
We don't see a lot of that anymore.
But in this case, just let it go.
The insulin. Leave it be.
And keep Lore's condition to yourself.
- I don't get it. - You don't need to. Do what I say.
Sooner or later you'll replace Marek.
I'd rather it be sooner.
Until then, learn all Marek has to teach.
Always stick by his side.
- Hannes, hello. How are you? - Good to see you.
Man, watch it, will you!
Oh, Ruben, what did you do?
- Can't you be careful? - My apologies, Marek.
You need to be more careful. I've told you many times.
- Sorry, Mom. - Get up there and hand the kid some food.
We all have less now.
What? You out of your mind?
Is it my fault that he's not the most coordinated kid?
Shut up and do this, and be nice.
Couple extra points, easy.
Say it wasn't his fault.
And raise your voice so you can be heard.
Here.
It wasn't your fault.
- Little turd. - That's nice.
Here, for you.
- Thank you. - That's very sweet, thank you.
Fabulous, fabulous.
Everyone who shared their food immediately moves up a point.
It was Doris and what's-his-name...
- Christian. - Right, Christian. Both get a point.
Write down their names.
We'll make it.
So? How much more time on your sentence?
- 20 more days of food cutoff. - Oh, shit.
But it might be all done and over for you, when the voting starts.
What I wanted to say...
I'll be working in storage this afternoon.
If you like, Lisa could get them from me. For you.
Under the table. So you can eat like a normal person again.
- You're disgusting. - Hey, no pressure. Totally up to you.
Don't try that again. Next time I won't be so nice.
Something the matter? Nothing to see here.
Etienne,
my offer stands.
Tell your wife to drop by any old time.
You are really something else.
Hey.
You need to cool it.
You strut around, slapping people down.
What, not classy enough for you?
Don't overdo it, Hendrik. It'll backfire.
A little bit of tact.
I can't protect you forever.
You promised you'd work with me.
I'm not one of your constituents, if that's what you mean.
A leader of the militia can't behave like this.
Yeah, well, not quite there yet, are we?
Mommy.
Keep this up and it'll never happen.
Going on another germ hunt?
Another day, another dime.
You doing all right?
I slept a lot.
Feeling very strong.
- This will pinch for half a second. - Still no symptoms.
You're hanging in there for sure.
Two weeks in.
I think your vaccine's working.
Doc, so I've been meaning to ask you...
Shoot.
If I get a clean bill of health...
and you can see my blood is 100 percent virus-free...
- It can take a while. - Sure.
But if I really was in the clear...
You try the vaccine on me, and it works.
I could stay here on the island, isn't that right?
That's the deal.
- I hear it's gorgeous here. - Well...
Got a lotta ugly wallpaper and some bad coffee.
It ain't all it's cracked up to be.
Now, tell me something. What's it like on the mainland?
Yeah.
It's not what you'd call life.
Lot of sick people, lot of death.
You live in constant fear.
You never know if someone is infected
and if they'll infect you.
We hear rumors that some people know where the bug came from.
Yeah, sure.
It's the wrath of God, what else?
But I've got my bet placed on you, doctor.
You know why?
Because you care about people.
You're a good guy.
Anyone see you?
Etienne knows you're here?
Excellent.
Don't want him to report you missing.
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Look at that.
I never understand why girls like you walk around like that.
You've got a hot body,
you've got a nice rack.
Don't get all precious on me. Okay?
I know you're into this too, or you wouldn't be here, right?
I scored the last of these guys.
Or does Etienne want to be a father?
SOUR WITCHES
You're totally wasted on that lug.
I'll getcha a whole week's worth a...
Mainlanders spotted in the security zone.
Shit.
Man.
I thought I'd get more.
Me too.
Mainlanders making their way to us.
They look like they're in bad shape.
You think they're infected?
Doesn't make a bit of difference.
Turn around.
If you fail to comply we will open fire.
Shit, go on, go on!
They're not turning around.
Come on. Do it!
Every shot a score.
Dumb shits. How many times they gonna try this?
Fuck you doing, man?
Next time you wait for my orders. I'm still the one in charge here.
My friends.
It's Friday, time for our weekly adjustment.
But first, I want to congratulate everyone
who decided to share their food with the boy.
Christian goes up a point.
That was a nice thing you did there, Christian.
As a result, Lena moves down a slot. Lena is now 511
and a candidate for the vote.
Woah, wait. What? Why am I 511th?
It's when we are complacent
and without initiative, then the numbers catch up with us.
What?
- This is a hard moment, every time. - Bullshit.
I feel the same way you do.
But we have our rules.
And our rules are our foundation.
And we all know,
it's playing by the rules
that will save us.
First order of business. Do we want to accept the twin baby,
the newborn Sidonie?
Who is in favor?
Against?
Okay, then! With that I welcome Sidonie Petersen to the island.
Now here's the tough part.
We have to decide upon who is going to be sacrificed for Sidonie.
Lena, Elise, and Etienne are at the bottom of our list.
All right. Let's do this. Let's vote.
Lena?
Elise?
Etienne?
Okay, Etienne will sacrifice himself for the baby.
The vote is clear.
Thank you.
Nobody here, and I think I speak for most of us, is mad at you.
Not one bit! You helped your wife, we'd all do it.
But at the same time... the rules are what the rules are.
- That's enough. I'll tell them. - No.
- No, do not say it. - Friends... this is a hard time.
No. No.
- No. Don't say it. - Take your hands off me.
But let us, in this most heartbreaking moment...
- Don't... - Shh. Quiet, quiet.
- No, don't... - Quiet. Quiet!
What is she not supposed to say?
I vote to toss Hendrik Westphal's ass into the sea.
- Ridiculous. - Hendrik Westphal?
What?
Hendrik steals rations!
He gave me some, so I would let him fuck me.
What?
He steals food and he is a rapist.
That puts him at the bottom of the list.
That woman is nuts, unreliable.
She has a long history of mental illness.
- Lack of resources. - Not true.
She had to go off her meds.
Enough.
Etienne will stand in for the baby.
The vote was cast.
But I just wanted...
- Enough! - But I wanted...
Let Lisa talk, please.
I want to hear what she has to say!
Let Lisa... Please, let Lisa speak.
Quiet, please. Quiet, please.
Let Lisa talk.
Lisa.
Look. I feel sick about what I did. We were desperate.
And Hendrik shamelessly took advantage of our situation.
Lisa is right!
And she wasn't the only one.
Food for sex.
That's Hendrik's MO.
- Bullshit. It's total bullshit. - Disgusting!
There was never anything non-consensual.
Liar!
Do I look like a guy who needs to use force?
I didn't force anyone to do anything. It was just a transaction.
Food thieves
and rapists get their asses dumped to the bottom of the list!
Yes.
Throw him in the sea!
Exactly!
People. We've got our rules.
And we play by the rules.
And the rules are bigger than all of us.
As Beatrice often quite correctly reminds us:
No one is above the law.
So...
Coercion, rape,
theft, and trade with food.
Those are capital offenses.
As a member of this community and as a mother,
I am deeply troubled by this crime.
Let's put it to a vote.
Now.
Let's vote again!
Right. Let's vote again!
Vote again.
Vote!
Vote again!
Okay.
Who casts a vote against my son, Hendrik...
Are you fucking kidding me?
I'm the rapist here, yeah?
How about I go get ten mainlanders to come here?
Ya wanna see rapists!
All right. Now hear this.
He lost the vote,
but I am not going to put my son to death.
I don't care what anyone says about preferential treatment.
I thought rules were rules.
I won't do it, and no one can force me to.
Hang on.
What does that mean? He doesn't get drowned?
From this moment on,
Hendrik shall be expelled from our island to live on the mainland.
But Etienne was supposed die!
He can't be spared!
Do you want to force a mother to drown her own child?
Whoever wants that should say it to my face.
Beat him to death!
Beat your child to death. Here and now. Do you want that?
Come on.
You can't be serious.
Let me go.
Hey, let go of me now!
Hey, get off me!
Let me go!
Fuck you!
Man...
Let go!
Take your hands off me, assholes!
Fuck you!
We want to vote again.
When Lisa speaks up, there's something so heroic about her.
Like a Joan of Arc-ness to her, don't you think?
It's hard to believe that Beatrice would allow this to happen.
Her own son.
Hey baby, do Mommy a favor. Run to the fridge and grab me a tea.
I can't "run" to any "fridge."
Oh, come on.
Democracy is a right and a privilege.
But nobody said it entailed easy choices.
It looked as if Etienne was about to shuffle off this mortal coil.
But then came Lisa's brave and shocking revelation.
Rapists get their asses dumped to the bottom of the list!
To banish Hendrik, to make an exception,
is proof of the strength of our community.
Only those who can show weakness are truly strong.
You restaged this after everyone left?
Seriously?
Everyone from the island was there.
They know it didn't go down like this!
People want to see how they dreamed it happened.
And then guess what! That becomes how they remember it.
You know we laugh at your stupid videos, Mom?
Who cares.
If it makes everyone happier...
Do you have everything you need?
I hope you came here to get me out.
Hendrik.
What could I do? You went too far.
You're in charge.
You call the shots!
- You have to help me. - I did help you.
You would've been drowned in the sea.
- You'll find people on the mainland. - I'll starve.
Or I'll be beaten to death, if I don't catch the bug.
You kept me back from all mainland missions for good reason.
You're sending me to die.
Mama.
This...
always brought me luck.
Are you shitting me?
Wait. For just, like, a minute.
I can't.
Doc. You gotta give me something else!
Don't panic.
Don't get alarmed.
Don't get alarmed? This don't end well!
First the wheezing, then the shortness of breath...
People hallucinate.
I'm dying and you're not helping!
- What is this? - A new antiviral serum.
It's the best chance you've got.
There you go.
Lie down. Breathe deeply.
Try to unwind.
Tests show the antibodies seem to work best
when the body isn't under stress.
- Is that a fact? - Grab a nap.
I'll check on you later.
'We had the sun and the stars
'The dunes and the open sea
'And it seemed I held time
'Firmly in my hands
'For me, there were only the two of us
'I knew I had you
'Everything seemed
'Simple and clear
'Your footprints in the sand
'That I saw just yesterday
'The tide took them away
'What is left there for me?
'Your love disappeared
'Like your footprints in the sand
'What is left there for me?
'Only my longing for you'
IN MEMORY OF MATTHIAS LAMP
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