Long Shadows (Schattenwelt)

Look for thunderstorms later, especially in Rhineland-Palatinate.

Tomorrow's weather forecast:

Increased humidity with scattered showers.

Temperatures could reach 35°.

In a surprise move, the president granted the release from prison

of convicted terrorist Volker Widmer.

Widmer was a leading member of the RAF.

After 22 years in prison,

Widmer is expected to walk free in Freiburg within hours.

NASA announced that after a space walk of several hours,

the crew of the space shuttle Atlantis has repaired problems

that led to repeated delays in the shuttle's return to Earth.

Several German soldiers were reported injured

in Afghanistan last night

after an attack with explosives by unidentifies perpetrators.

That's him!

That's him! Hello Mr. Widmer!

Can we ask you some questions?

Follow him!

Hey! I know who you are.

You Bastard!

LONG SHADOWS

It could have been on your list. Eighth floor, great view.

I got you some furniture. It's quite cozy.

And I filled the fridge.

I need the address.

I don't have it. Everything goes through Marita.

Then give me hers.

Volker!

Witness protection program. You should know that.

Come on, hand it over.

You know you're going to! So give it to me!

The beard looks good.

You two work it out. That's all I have.

- Don't you want to keep it? - I don't need it.

You haven't changed.

Hey, stop it!

No, please stop!

I like sleeping with you.

I read the article about you in "Spiegel".

Yeah?

It was interesting.

Fish.

Fish.

It doesn't suit you at all.

Who gave you that name?

No idea. I was called that in school.

I think you're more like something big...

A bear, or a mammoth.

Stop it!

Yes, a mammoth.

Nonsense.

I won't be able to meet for the next few days.

Why not?

I swapped shifts with somebody.

It will be a while.

I'll call you.

I didn't realize... Hello, Mr. Widmer.

I'm Mr. Lewinsky. I just wanted to put this up.

If you don't like it, you can put up your own.

There you go. Have a nice day.

What the hell is this?

Robbi, come down here.

I'm waiting.

- Here, eat something. - Ugh, goddamned Turkish food!

- There. - 'All the way', please.

No problem.

Hold this.

Eat!

What are they doing here?

They're early.

Go away!

I don't want to see them. Go away!

Stay here. Stay!

Stop!

Ouch, you hurt me again! My arm! Violent bitch.

It's nothing.

Don't screw around. Robbi, please!

Sorry, do you have a band-aid? I'm getting blood everywhere.

I don't think so. I'll check.

Or, wait! Could you get out m y house key? It's in m y backpack.

Watch out.

Here?

- In m y wallet. - Here?

No, the small pocket.

There's nothing there.

- Where could it be? I don't get it. - Wait a sec.

You have to apply pressure.

- Yes, it hurts. - Thanks.

Where is my key? I don't get it.

Oh, there it is.

I'll clean this up right away.

Next new message.

Hi, mom.

You have m y water pistol.

My arm is OK, nothing broken.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

This was Robbi.

Next message.

Valerie, it's me.

I've got something great for us. A cruise. On the Black Sea.

A great ship, a Greek line.

They even run a marathon on it.

Well, anyway, it's cheap. Call me back.

Shit!

Shit!

Open up!

Hey!

Open up!

Quiet, you idiot!

Shit!

If you move one centimeter, you're dead.

Somebody was in m y apartment and robbed me. All my money.

I've got nothing to do with that.

Stop it!

Stop! - Don't try anything or I'll call the cops.

Just so we're clear.

Boy, are you lucky it's not real.

Give me the money!

What money?

The wad in the rubber band.

How much was it?

What is this? It's none of your damn business!

Good. Let me call the cops.

I'm sure they'll be nice and help you look for it. - No.

Come on, piss off.

I don't have your money. And I'm serious about the cops.

Out!

Hello. Please leave a message after the beep.

Ugh!

Volker?

Boo!

- Your old tricks. - I saw you coming.

I saw this for you.

I couldn't resist it.

Here.

Oh, no. Honestly, Ellen, it's really not m y style.

That's a shame.

The address.

I don't have his. I already told you.

Marita forwarded the letters to him. Call her.

I'm not in the mood for Pocke.

I really couldn't give a shit. This is about Samy.

For 20 years, you sent it all to her. Enough is enough!

She's spent the most time with Samy It's her decision.

Ellen, your job isn't over yet.

Who's side are you on?

Man or beast, huh?

I need the goddamned address!

Tell me about it, sweetie!

Hallig gets out in 2 weeks. He's fat as a pig. Worry about him.

He'll love your spoiling.

Hello?

Who's there?

Sam!

Sam!

Sam y!

Your phone is ringing.

It'll be my mother.

So?

Can you see it yet?

If you leave that there, yes.

Could you give me a hand?

What about the sewage workers?

I've already invited them.

- What do you mean invited them? - Otherwise they'll turn on us.

What the hell are you doing?

...the actual perpetrator remains unknown.

Widmer's release caused a furor.

Police still don't know who fired the shots

that killed bank president Seichfeld and his gardener.

despite recent new information from RAF informants.

Three people were allegedly involved in the attack.

Ernst Felbert was shot shortly after the failed kidnap attempt.

Volker Widmer served a 22 year prison sentence.

Marita Gellert fled to the former East Germany

with the help of its secret police.

In 1991, she turned state's evidence in return for immunity.

What now?

Fuck it.

Here's the key.

The thing with your apartment, I'm sure it was him.

Using his master key.

He's been in my apartment too when I wasn't there.

I just can't prove it.

What kind of gun was that on the bed?

I got it when I heard you were moving in.

I have to go get beverages. For the party tonight.

Everybody has to help. It's compulsory. Come help me?

The water pistol. You have a child, right?

Had.

Whoops.

A short cut.

I know this road. Are you screwing with my head?

Stop the car. This is the road to the villa.

- What's the matter? - This is the road to the villa.

Stop the damn car!

Let go of my hand immediately!

What villa? It's a shopping center! This is a shortcut.

Stop lying. This is the road to the villa.