Southern Cross (Kreuz des Südens)

ORF IN COPRODUCTION WITH LOTUS-FILM

THE VILLAGE

Seafarers who discovered it called it the Southern Cross.

Originally it was the smallest constellation

and has the shape of a cross.

- I've inherited a school. - What?

Yes, in Burgenland.

How come?

My father must have bought it from the parish.

Great. When will you take a look at it?

I won't. What would I do with a school in Burgenland?

My lawyer will sell it.

Why? It's great.

Calling all units, Special Force in position, exits are secured.

EK2, roger. Target visible.

Roger. Special Forces to seize once the money is handed over.

- Think he'll be on time? - Doubt it.

But he won't leave a grand behind.

Operation suspended. I'll take the suitcase.

- Whose authorisation? - You get home sooner.

Shit. Have they lost their marbles?

EK2, please confirm the operation was called off.

Negative. Operation has not been called off.

Scissors.

More light!

Tommy. Tommy, can you hear me?

His condition is far from stable.

Blood pressure 150 over 80.

There may be secondary damage. We'll have to wait and see.

They caught the blackmailer. Can you hear me?

It'll be all right.

Your coordination has been severely impaired by the brain haemorrhage.

The slight dizziness will worsen at night and in the dark.

When you close your eyes for longer periods,

you'll be more aware of the impairment.

Observation in the weeks ahead will be crucial.

Further damage can't be ruled out.

Can I work?

I'm sorry, that won't be possible.

No driving, television or computers.

That's ridiculous.

Tommy, you've had a brain haemorrhage.

You have to take it easy.

You're a forensic scientist, not a doctor.

- I'm your friend. - What do you want me to do?

Sit at home waiting for something to happen?

I'm sorry, but you can't go back to work at the moment.

Well... Thanks for the diagnosis.

Tommy.

Hello, Tommy.

Just wanted to say get well soon. Bye.

Bogatsch solicitors. Mr Wehrschitz, please call me back.

We may have a buyer for your father's house.

The parish may buy back the school.

You need to get in touch with the mayor, Mr Jelosits

on 03362/7454.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Shit.

WELCOME TO BURGENLAND

WELCOME TO REINGRABEN

- Where is the house? - Search me.

I was four years old the last time I was here.

Where's house number 15?

- 15... - Five and ten?

The old school.

We know where t'old school be. Go down't road.

- No, you go thataway. - Thataway?

- And then over't crossing. - Thataway.

- On t'right be t'church. - On't right.

And t'school is on 'tright.

Thank you, we'll find it.

Nowt to it. There's the church on t'right...

I'll wager they're from t'city.

Don't say a word.

- It's not bad at all. - Shut your mouth!

I'd happily stay here.

Thanks for bringing me out here.

Shit.

Hey, what are you doing there?

Hello.

I'm trying to get into the school but it's got thousands of keys.

Where did you get the keys?

From the solicitor.

- No. - I did.

Jesus, Maria and Joseph. Wehrschitz's lad.

If I'd only known that.

You were such a wee bairn the last time I saw you.

But now he's all grown up. And the modern haircut.

Are you hungry?

If only I'd known. I'll open up for you.

- Thanks. - Is your wife here too?

My wife?

Do you have bairns?

No, I'm not...

Fancy that, he's single.

How long are you staying? Are you here for the party?

- What party? - For them as moved away.

They come from all over the place, the emigrants.

I wasn't planning on staying for long.

But...

But that's very kind. Thanks for letting me in.

Strictly speaking, you're...

Thanks.

...also an emigrant.

RESTAURANT AT THE BORDER

- Hello. - Ey up, a farmer?

A farmer!

Schani, shut your mouth.

What'll it be?

Where would I find the mayor?

You're out of luck.

He's with the gypsies all day.

Put it on the tab.

Try at five before the circus show. You'll catch him then.

Something to drink?

A juice. Or apple juice and soda.

No apple juice. Grape juice?

Then I'll just have a soda water.

Give him a wine.

You be quiet.

- You're the Wehrschitz lad, right? - Hm.

I heard you were a cop.

A policeman.

Criminal police.

You're moving here?

What? No, definitely not.

So why are you here?

Where is that layabout?

Haul your lad out of bed.

He's sick!

The hell he is! He was out boozing yesterday.

Get to it!

Tell him if he's not on the digger in 15 minutes,

he'll be out on his ear!

Oh, look at this.

A wine and Schnapps for the Wehrschitz lad!

No, thank you, nothing for me.

Come on, there's always room for one.

No, really. Nothing for me.

Enjoy your meal.

How does everyone know who I am?

In Burgenland everyone knows everything.

Half the population works at my place.

More gossip there than a coffee morning.

I'm Fenninger.

Cheers.

Uncle, give me a euro for the circus.

Come here. Keep away from the gypsy children!

- Yes. - They'll give you lice.

They stole my bicycle.

You and your old bike. That pile of junk.

Shut up, Egon.

- That's gypsies for you. - They don't wash.

The landlord's a good cook, isn't he?

Way better than that stupid cow.

- Which stupid cow? - Eva at the grocer's shop.

Her mushroom sauce is feared.

It's completely indigestible.

Cheers!

Please, Fanny!

Fanny, listen! I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry.

- Leave me alone, whore! - I think I'll...

Roll up, roll up, ladies and gentlemen.

Roll up.

...tickets.

Come and be amazed at Santos Circus.

Who have we here? The man from Vienna.

The talk of the town.

I'm the mayor, Franz Jelosits.

Wehrschitz, I wanted to see you.

Miaz, Miaz, come here!

This is my wife, Mitzi.

Hello there, pleased to meet you.

About the old school.

Yes, the beautiful school. You want to sell it.

- Yes. - Think about it carefully.

Young families are always welcome here.

There's financial support available.

Yes, but no.

You'll be here for the emigrants party?

We're counting on you.

For a small donation to the parish you can be guest of honour.

We repaired the whole street with the money last year.

We accept the Viennese, not just rich uncles from America.

Schani, two free tickets for the Wehrschitz lad!

When could we sit down together?

Wehrschitz. I went to your father's school.

He was such a good man. To the very end.

But you had to find the Pole Star or he got mad.

And he failed you.

Could we fix a time?

We'll arrange a proper meeting.

- What's with the tickets? - We've run out.

Don't be so daft! Go buy some.

It's not necessary.

No, no, we take care of our guests.

Look where you're going, girls.

Can't you see someone's there? Sit back down.

Hey, he's got a shaved head.

We don't say such things.