Wild

You're going to bed already?

I've got to be up tomorrow morning, too!

So, you got the job?

Well, good luck then.

You know if I oversleep it's also a sign that I can't do it

and that it's just not something for me.

It's just a sign you fucked it up, darling, that's all!

- Shut up, I'm talking to my sister! - "It's just not something for me."

They are looking for more to employ, once I get the contract I'll introduce you.

Oh no, I don't want to... I'm fine over here...

Can you stop that!

Watch it. You almost hit me.

Jenny.

Let's stop here.

Take care.

Hey, retard, you should be thankful that I work at all.

You really think I want your sister to come here?

She never will.

That's what you think. Then suddenly she'll knock at our door.

Shut up and sleep with me.

May I?

- It's for Boris. He's waiting. - Please.

Ania?

The mails I sent aren't in the "sent" folder.

Could you check that?

It's really annoying.

And this Friednik-Guy...

OK, Frintchik whatever... We'll just get him another one.

Great, that sounds great. Bye.

Hello? Oh, fantastic.

Thanks. I sent it over.

Calm down.

I've got to do everything by myself.

Sure. Yes, I'm going tomorrow.

Bye Anni. Say "Hi" to your grandpa.

- Bye Anni. - Bye.

You wanna jump in?

No, thanks. The bus stops right in front of my door.

You're not coming to the company party?

Shit.

It's a must show!

Only shitty music on the radio.

Did you see the girl he was with?

Boris is such a dick.

I told you... I shouldn't have come.

- Could you stop? I'd like to get out. - Let's all have a last one!

No, I live here!

- Sorry man... - Huh?

What?

Huh?

Hello?

Boris here.

Yes?

I'm not coming today, think of something to say.

OK.

Thank you. Bye.

Oh no. Shit.

Was it for Boris?

He's not coming today.

Here.

Thanks.

- You may go inside. - Thank you.

Does he wear glasses?

When he reads.

Then bring them, please.

Here you go. Have a nice day. Bye.

Good afternoon.

Hello?

What do dogs eat?

Anything!

And if it's a special occasion?

Big dog, small dog?

Big.

That's a little expensive.

Doesn't matter.

That OK?

- Here you go. Bye. - Thank you.

Because it's not my fault! So I won't cover the costs.

That's not our problem.

I don't know why they think that.

Well, then...

Bye.

I saw a wolf in the park.

Don't know how he got there.

I looked a couple more times. Nothing.

I left some meat because I thought he might have been looking for food.

But he didn't touch it.

Do you think he's still there?

I just wanted to see if you still hear me.

I don't like the food here either.

Ania?

Do you have a driver's license?

Good.

Whatever... some kind of logo they didn't have the right to use.

Lost the trial... blah blah blah.

It all has to be shredded by the wolf now.

A wolf?

A shredding machine.

- And which clothes? - Doesn't matter which clothes!

That's what I like about you, Ania.

You never ask silly questions.

That was a nice party, wasn't it?

I bet everyone was pretty wasted the next day.

Do you want to know why I'm not driving myself?

I don't have a license at the moment.

We're here.

- Ah, great. - Hello. Nice to see you.

Everything's fine?

This all needs to be shredded.

- Let's go to my office. - I'll be right back.

There you are.

Shall we go?

Let me drive.

I'm hungry. How about you?

No, not at all.

Bring the car back tomorrow.

I'll take the little white one.

And that one, too.

- Do I get a better price now? - No.

- Tell me... - I don't say anything anymore.

Would you want my Futon?

Hello.

Sorry. Hello.

It worked out, right?

Appears so.

Would you like to keep my Futon?

Will you stay here at all now Jenny is gone?

- Stop it. - What?

- We saw grandpa today. - So?

He said you saw a wolf?

Yeah, he's losing it.

Do you want any of my stuff?

I'm only taking the shelfs, my desk and my clothes.

- There's only the mattress left then. - And the curtains.

Just leave it.

Maybe you can sublet the room.

Yeah, thought about it.

Really? Great.

Maybe you'll get something for the futon?

And then what?

Then you treat yourself to something nice.

Right.

Olli?

Do you think we could take the TV from your grandparents?

- I'd leave mine in exchange for it. - No.

- He won't need it anyway. - Everything stays the way it is.

Ridiculous.

We're done here anyway.

- You need a hand? - No!

- Come and visit soon. - Will do.

Please!

- Let's go to the cellar real quick. - No way! It's almost nine.

Bye!

I'll take care of her.

To let something "slip through the flags" is a German hunting term.

At the so called "Fladry", strips of fabric

are put up on lines to push fleeing animals in certain directions

or to keep them from escaping during a battue or drive hunt.

Today, flag-hunting is mostly being used

to catch wolves for research or relocationing reasons.

Although many wild animals shy away from the hung up rags

it happens sometimes that some of them slip through

and therefore literally "slip through one's flags".

Should I bring you a coffee?

I would like to talk to you.

Here comes trouble.

- Good morning Miss Ania. - Well, good afternoon.

Which brings me to the point: Why are you this late?

When I dropped you off yesterday... I mean shortly after...

the car made a funny noise...

So I stopped at a gas station and asked for help.

They said it would need an oil change.

But they didn't really have the time so I left it there.

Where is my car now?

It's still there at the garage.

Which garage?

I can go pick it up now.

Or right after work.

Oil change...?

You have to do that sometimes.

Right, it was standing for some time now.

You want me to pick it up now?

No. Start the day.

And Ania?

Nothing.

I'll be right back.

Bye!

Bye!

Can we get the first hundred today?

Sure.

Cool.

- Thanks. - See you tomorrow.

Halle hospital, am I speaking to Ania Böttcher?

Yes, that's me.

I'm afraid I've got bad news for you. Your grandfather...

OK, I'll be right there.

No guarantee but we'll try.

We need you to sign the consent form.

My grandpa had an emergency operation. Then his heart stopped beating.

That's terrible! Will he be OK?