Don't worry, your tests were negative.
- My God, this virus test. - What?
They are pretty paranoid here, don't you think?
Are you here because of the free spot?
You too?
Yes, the people who questioned me seemed nice.
Yes, they seemed to be very reasonable, professional.
They asked a lot of questions, in any case.
Really?
- What do you do? - I'm a surgeon.
Well, a medical student
with a one-year internship in trauma surgery.
Surgeon.
There aren't many left.
- And you? - Pharmacist.
Formulation.
It's not so easy to get the ingredients, is it?
I use herbs and plants.
Then I know who to ask when I need chamomile tea.
Good luck tomorrow.
You too.
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This is our last windmill.
If this one fails too, we'll only have the sun.
- Sure. - I'll make it easy for you.
I'll give you just one task.
If something breaks, don't do anything.
Just call me. Any idiot can do that.
Especially in the generator building.
Do you remember Thies?
Don't be a smartass, pal.
You only got the job because your wife is Bea's new best friend.
Nice for you. But don't push it. Do exactly what I tell you.
No more and no less.
Do you know how to tell good and bad craftsmen apart?
Look at their tools.
Keep the stuff clean and...
What's this here?
It's still full.
Cherry schnapps.
Wow.
That's something. Where did it come from?
It was under the dirty tools.
Smells like cat puke.
You can call it a day, I'll take care of the rest.
Okay.
Thank you.
Friends, we need highly qualified people here with us.
People who will build our world with us.
We're creating a civilization out of nothing.
And we want the best for that. Because our island needs the best.
Isn't that pretty elitist?
What about the poor, huddled masses yearning to breathe free?
We've considered a lot of applicants.
And we have two main candidates
whom we think would be a great enrichment for our island.
One of them is Kaisolochukwu Abubukar.
A licensed pharmacist.
And Daniela Ambessa.
A graduate of the University of Hamburg
with a few years of experience as a surgical intern.
Go ahead, Marek.
A 70-year-old patient complains of nausea.
He vomited and has pain in his lower abdomen.
The clinical examination shows significant pain upon pressure
with knock pain and contralateral pain upon release.
Lab results show CRP levels of four mg per deciliter
with a leukocyte count of 10,000 units per liter.
What is your diagnosis?
I would like to skip over this hypothetical scenario
and say a few words.
I've gained a lot of experience in the post-virus world.
I've made my own protective suits.
I've worked in improvised emergency rooms.
And I've sewn together a lot of people who had been written off.
I pulled bullets out of a little boy's leg with just my hands.
And he's playing soccer somewhere out there while we speak here.
I save lives with few tools.
And if there is any doubt about it, I'm happy to hold a demonstration.
Okay. Nevertheless, Daniela, please answer my question.
The most likely diagnosis is an inflamed appendix,
an acute appendicitis.
I would do a very conventional appendectomy.
How exactly would you proceed with this operation?
We gain access to the abdomen with a McBurney incision.
Then we locate the sacrum and produce the appendix.
Then we ligate the appendix, and sever the corresponding vessels
and we recess the vermiform appendix
with a purse-string suture.
And then we close the abdominal wall.
Okay, let's move on.
Kaisolochukwu, please define the term therapeutic index
and name at least one drug with a low therapeutic index.
Well,
the therapeutic index is the distance
between a therapeutic dose and a toxic dose.
A larger one, a larger therapeutic index,
is present with lithium and digitoxin.
Which plant does digitoxin come from?
From the foxglove.
A young woman comes to you, labored breathing,
low oxygen saturation,
dehydrated, reduced heart rate,
but still she seems relaxed, even euphoric,
as if decoupled from her clear physical complaints.
I would suspect a mix of benzodiazepines,
alcohol and other psychoactive substances.
A mixed intoxication that causes respiratory, circulatory depression.
It can last hours, but it can also take days.
Flumanethyl, if we have that at all.
But that's how you get most benzos under control.
But only if the respiratory function is threatened by the benzos.
And deciding that is a doctor's business.
That's right.
Well, thank you. That's it for now.
We'll take a little break until the vote.
Votes for Kaisolochukwu Abubukar.
Four.
But a surgeon is much more valuable than a pharmacist.
Votes for Daniela Ambessa.
Four.
Five.
With that, I welcome Daniela Ambessa to our community.
The meeting is now closed.
Marek.
Dr. Marek.
Dr. Marek, why did you do that? You promised me you'd take my wife.
I didn't. I always said I couldn't make any promises.
How could you? You sentenced her to death.
How can you call yourself a doctor? You're a disgrace!
If she can't come here, I'll go to her.
I'm sorry, but I can't let you go.
I need you.
I mean, because of the water treatment plant.
I don't know how, but...
We'll find a way. I'll find a way.
Ewelike, listen to me.
You have to get along with this new woman.
- She'll save lives. - What? Are you crazy?
No, Ewelike, she knows what she's talking about.
I'm literally going to die.
Do you realize that? I'm not going to survive it.
You always sucked at singing.
And you're a dork.
'Be strong
'For the sake of this life, be strong
'For everything that matters, be strong
'Fighting for what you feel, be strong
'Never give up on your dreams
'Be strong
'For the sake of this life...'
If you want something else, I'll take you to the furniture store.
'For everything that matters, be strong'
I don't think it'll make a difference.
But...
As you like.
'Never give up on your dreams
'You have to be strong
'For the sake of this life, be strong
'For everything that matters, be strong
'Fighting for what you feel, be strong
'Never give up on your dreams
'You have to be strong'
What will be written about us in the history books?
That we are all dead and buried.
Get out of here! Or I'll kill you!
Damn, that goes down smooth.
What the hell is that?
Another happy day.
I won't do it.
I won't join the militia.
Okay. You know what Beatrice says.
Everyone has a free will. But decisions have consequences.
Now including point deductions for the parents.
Please. My son is under the influence of this girl, Fiona.
She's deranged.
I'm sorry.
I know it's terrible to say.
But you know, she's just not normal.
- Psychological problems. - Yes, psychological problems.
- I'm afraid... - Mom, stop that shit.
I'm just a cowardly bastard.
AMBULANCE
God, how long has he been in this condition?
- Okay, he needs morphine. - Okay.
Get him in.
Okay.
Okay, I guess we should wait for Daniela.
What? We have to do something now.
The bone is shattered. We have to remove the leg.
- We have a specialist here now. - Joachim is in a shitty state.
- We have to start. - But this is routine for her.
But if...
If we don't do anything, he'll get blood poisoning and die.
All right.
I came as fast as I could.
Come here.
We have to cut something out. The arteries...
Oh, Judith. Judith.
- Don't just stand there. - I'm not sterilized.
Then do it!
I'll hurry.
- He'll make it. - Good.
What's going on here, Daniela?
You're not a surgeon.
I was Pilates trainer.
What?
You learn a lot about muscles, bones, body functions.
I can also tell you a lot about your intestinal bacteria.
The book you get your questions from, I learned it all by heart.
I really wanted this job.
I did everything I could to get it.
I worked hard for it.
I just didn't expect to have surgery on the first day.
What? Why?
To get here?
I'd like to tell you everything, but it's complicated.
But don't worry. I'll protect you and your son.
Why?
The important thing is, I'm here to help you.
Are you kidding me? The man in there almost died!
How are you going to help me?
Beatrice's days are numbered.
Things are going to change here.
My job is to make sure that nothing happens to you.
I'm here for you. I'll take care of you.
I'm your shadow.
You're so pathetic.
You think you're the best and know everything about medicine.
But before the pandemic, I just had six months...
Until your exam. I know, I know. We've been through this.
But let us talk.
You think you're the genius? And I'm the idiot?
But I heard it all.
You got involved with this yoga slut and let her onto the island.
Judith!
No "Judith."
I know Linus is infected.
You took valuable resources that belong to all of us
and wasted them on him.
And PS: a huge violation of the rules. A real crime.
And what happened to poor Ewelike and his wife.
That's a tragedy.
We could have given Linus' place to Ewelike's wife.
Then we'd have a real pharmacist, not an imposter.
And all this
because you didn't want to admit the truth about your fucking child.
And now it's your turn.
I'll go to Beatrice and tell her everything.
Then we'll see whose days are numbered here.
I'd love to say you can start as my assistant,
but that wouldn't work.
So fuck it.
Have a good trip.
When they throw your asses onto the tidal flat.
Let... go of me!
Don't!
Who are you?
I told you I'd help you.
Judith was right about one thing.
The thing with Ewelike's wife can't be waved away.
And it'll come out how you used a lot of drugs for your son.
I know this wasn't nice.
You'll do good again, believe me.
I can't tell you everything yet.
But there's a world out there.
It's real and it works in its own way.
And there are people out there who are counting on you.
You have to trust me.
It will depend on how you decide. It's about our future.
In two days, it will all be different here.
You'll get everything you need for your research.
You have the chance to save lives,
maybe to even save Linus' life.
That's the biggest bullshit I've ever heard.
In two days, you'll know I'm telling the truth.
Go clean yourself up.
Thoroughly.
I'll clean up here.
You're really funny.
You love this work.
What's not to love?
Didn't you ever want to do something else?
You mean something other than being number one in scraping poop?
Fiona, I think you're unique.
You're something special.
And the other kids respect you for that.
They admire you. Really.
So I believe with me, you with me,
we could achieve a lot.
We could really move something.
You don't understand what I mean.
Fine.
Let me put it another way.
I could be your mother.
I'd be a much better mother than Lola ever was.
I could give you everything, everything you want.
Look at me.
This is me.
Shit scraper number one.
I don't want anything else.
You don't get it. I don't want anything from you. Okay?
Write that down. I don't want anything from you.
You fucking kids. What's wrong with you?
The only thing you all want is to torment me.
To be mean little shits.
And to make me furious. Why?
Why?
Don't you just want a good life?
Like the last 999 generations before you?
Because your good life doesn't exist, Beatrice.
- This is all phony shit here. - Look.
Everyone has to play the cards he has.
You're a little crazy, but that's okay.
I might be a little power-hungry, but I'm trying to make a difference.
I'm trying to use it sensibly to help people.
You can't always let your feelings control you.
Believe me.
I know it's hard to keep your feelings under control.
I understand that.
But you have to ease up a bit, Fiona.
You have to take a deep breath.
For your own well-being and for us.
Just say what you really want.
And get on with it. I have to go.
Okay, fine.
Tom is in jail, you know that.
Tell him to do his military service.
Tell the others to pull their weight.
Help me make this a community again.
And not a bunch of scared people on a rock.
And what if I don't, bébé?
What then?
Are you going to demote me to poop scraper?
Are you going to punch me in the face?
Go for it. I punch myself in the face too.
And harder than you.
Or are you going to make a little princess out of me?
No interest.
You don't have anything I want. I don't want anything.
Nothing. Not your power.
Not your clothes. Not your love.
Not your lollipops. Not your fucking good life. None of it!
I'd rather die, literally die,
than get involved with you, Beatrice.
What? Fiona.
Tom will die in jail. Don't you get it?
- Die. - I don't give a shit!
You want to threaten my friends? Okay, fuck them.
Let them die.
I've never forbidden you anything.
I've always looked the other way with you.
Isn't that worth anything?
Ten points maybe. Or at least five.
You and your fucking point system. "Everything has to count somehow."
You know what I give you points for?
For the green color of your shit that I scrape away with the toothbrush.
It's really beautiful. You must eat a lot of vegetables.
You probably don't take the rationing too seriously.
You can really be proud of your green shit, Beatrice.
With that, I come back to the simplest question.
- Cui bono? - Cui bono?
Who benefits from at least one of the murders?
Fiona likes to scrub shit for her life.
So let's treat her to the fun.
From now on, she'll do all the toilets.
Including the militia's.
She won't like that.
All the better.
Listen, you told me that I should keep an eye on...
How should I put it? On how the general mood is.
What motivates people.
And I found out... As you said, people trust me here.
- And... - Lisa.
I found out that everyone is totally in agreement on one point.
They're not excited about being punished for their kids' pranks.
Judith should have been here hours ago.
Have you heard from her since Joachim's surgery?
Judith? No. But what I'm trying to say is... I think that we...
Wait, Lisa. There's another call. I have to answer it.
But watch out for, Judith, yeah?
- Beatrice. - Marek.
I have to talk to Judith. Is she here?
No.
I haven't seen her. Since yesterday morning.
Was she not feeling well?
After the thing with Joachim's leg, maybe?
No. She seemed normal.
Something like that could trip one up.
Let me know as soon as you hear from her.
My goodness, darling. What happened to your face?
I fell down. And then I hit a metal post.
You know.
I'm a klutz.
Right.
I'm sorry, but...
I would advise you to convince your son to eat again.
How long are you going to keep doing this?
How long do they want to tell me what I have to do?
How are you talking to your mother? She can't sleep at night.
Because of you.
Ewelike? What's going on here?
- Don't talk to the suspect. - Suspect? What for?
That's my tenant. He's my friend.
I said don't talk to the suspect.
You don't treat people like that! We're not animals!
How do you feel, honey?
As if they'd buried me in the tidal flat.
Hello, Fiona.
Don't be scared. I'll look.
Does it hurt?
What's wrong with me?
You had a miscarriage.
Politically correctly, it's "the premature death of the fetus."
One every six hours.
Let her sleep.
This falls under medical confidentiality, doesn't it?
- Of course. - I don't want Beatrice to know.
I mean, if she gets hard-nosed, it'll be traumatic for Fiona.
It would be unthinkable. The poor thing is so fragile.
- Especially now. - I can hear everything.
Tell Marek the truth, Mom. You're just afraid of losing points.
How's Linus?
Good.
Better and better.
Thank God.
At least something's still good.
Joachim.
How are you?
I...
I need to know something. Something important.
Listen to me.
It's important that you try to remember.
- Okay. - During your surgery,
who was there?
Marek. Daniela. Judith.
I...
I... I woke up.
Concentrate, please. It's very important.
Who was there?
Marek and the new girl.
And Judith?
She gave me an injection.
- She knocked me out. - And then?
Do you remember anything unusual?
- Remember? I was knocked out. - Completely gone?
Didn't notice anything?
Beatrice, I... What's going to happen to me?
Well, what's going to happen to you?
Instead of stopping Ewelike, you downed a bottle of cherry schnapps.
And now you only have one leg.
Beatrice, I swear to you on all that is sacred,
someone set me up and hid this excellent,
really expensive cherry schnapps in the shed.
And this someone forced you
to empty the whole bottle to the last drop?
Beatrice, you said it yourself at your last Christmas speech.
- Addiction is a disease. - I can't use any drunks here.
You're lucky.
The power supplies were full
and Etienne repaired the wind turbine.
We're in a crisis, in several crises, and...
Judith is missing.
50 points deduction.
I only have one leg. Marek cut off my leg!
Marek cut off my leg.
I'm mutilated. I'm useless.
What can I do now?
You have to help me!
TREATMENT ROOM
Is Judith here?
Oh, right, you killed her.
I...
Come on, save your babbling. You killed Judith, I know it.
Or was it the new woman?
Okay.
Yes, I killed her.
- Why did you do it? - Why?
Ah, yes.
Why?
I have to admit...
I'd have rather...
killed you.
Pull yourself together, Marek.
This can't go on.
Okay, you're irreplaceable, untouchable.
But your actions have consequences, too.
And someone else has to pay the price, in this case, Ewelike.
Did you really think that someone
could just disappear without a culprit?
No.
Do you think I'm having fun? No.
But I'll do everything to make sure there's no more chaos
and you'll help me in the future.
No more tricks.
You're not better than me. You need to realize that.
Ewelike will go to the tidal flat one way or another,
for sabotage and now also for murder.
Then I'll stand up for him.
Don't be ridiculous. No one will believe you.
From now on, it'll be different for us.
When I say, "Jump," you'll only ask, "How high?"
We're done here.
Off to new shores.
Show us the boat.
Adieu!
Let's go.
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