Where's Wanda?

DAY 84

Hello.

Did you know that Germany suffers over 400 deaths from house fires every year?

Don't worry, we're not trying to sell you anything.

We're just here to check your smoke detectors, free of charge.

Don't let a dead battery become a dead you.

Wait, I know you.

Oh, my God.

You're the couple who...

Sorry.

Come in, please.

KLATT & SON ELECTRICS.

Do you live here with your husband?

With my boyfriend.

If you can call him that.

One minute we're on, the next we're off.

Thank you for the tea.

You're welcome.

When's the big day?

It's supposed to be another couple of weeks,

but she feels like she's ready to come out any minute.

- Puppy? - Wanda was like that.

My daughter. The one who disappeared.

She could never keep still, not even in the womb.

- Go away. - Is everything okay?

Give me that, you little...

Hello, baby.

Come here!

You must be excited.

Honestly? I'm scared to death.

Yes, well that never goes away. From the moment they're born,

you spend every waking moment terrified

something awful is going to happen to them.

And then...

when...

when it does...

I'm so sorry for what you're going through.

Seriously, how are you doing?

Fine. I'm fine.

I hate it when they recognize us.

That little rat took a chunk out of my ankle,

I think I might need a tetanus shot.

These are the Klatts.

They used to be normal. Whatever that means.

They were just like you, they paid their taxes,

drove a modestly priced people carrier and liked coffee and cake on a Sunday.

Then things got...

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...complicated.

Really complicated.

One day she's there, then the next, gone.

But ask yourself, how far would you go if you lost someone you loved?

This is Sundersheim,

the "normal" town where the "normal" Klatts live.

I guarantee you know a place like this.

It's the kind of town

where you support the local team

you drink ale at the local pub,

and if you grow a pumpkin big enough,

you'll probably get your picture in the local paper.

Sundersheim even has its own local legend.

This guy, The Nuppelwocken.

A horny beast who lives in the woods

and once a year, on Nuppelwocken Night, creeps into town

and steals away the fairest maiden to eat.

Or is it marry? I can never remember.

Anyway, Nuppelwocken Night is a big deal in Sundersheim.

Everyone gets dressed up, drinks schnapps and there's this big parade

where a man in an unnecessarily tight costume

pretends to abduct a child.

Which, when you say it like that, I guess sounds pretty creepy.

But then, all the best stories all start with a monster, right?

Only in the stories, it's usually the monsters

who meet a grisly fate, not the fair maidens.

DAY 0

Wanda?

- Does breakfast have to be so loud? - Hey!

Can't we have pancakes? Pancakes are nice and quiet.

Good morning from me as well! It's no use trying to hide at home...

Where's your shirt?

Did they not have one in your size?

You're not wearing your costume?

I'll put the rest on after the game.

The parent's picnic starts at noon, Dedo.

- I thought it was 2? - No.

It's fine, look,

kick-off's at 10:30, plus half time... I'll be at the school by 12:35.

Or I could

just leave the game early? You know what? That's a better idea.

If I can make a barrel full of potato salad,

the least that you can do is to show up on time, okay?

Katarina Vinson put you on Potato Salad duty again?

Wanda!

If you don't get your ass down here in five seconds...

You'll what?

So that's me.

Okay, could we just... More, little more, keep it coming.

Okay, stop! Back one.

Perfect. Yeah, so that's me.

You've already met Carlotta and Dedo,

or Mom and Dad, as I like to call them.

They look almost happy here, sadly they have no idea

of the shit-storm that's about to hit them.

The nerd over there is my little brother Ole.

He's deaf but he has hearing aids, although he often turns them off.

I guess he prefers the quiet. I can't blame him.

What do you think of my costume?

I'm the fairest maiden.

It's pretty...

Why do teenage girls always have to make their fancy dress costumes so sexual?

Don't be a slut-shamer, Mom. Not a good look.

Morning, peahead.

What's your problem?

Love your costume. Don't tell me. Virgin?

Wanda!

- Will you be at the picnic later? - I don't know yet.

- Okay, well, where are you going now? - I'm meeting some friends.

- All right, what friends? - None of your business.

Wanda, I know you may think you're a grown-up...

- Yes, I am a grown-up. - You're 17.

Well, I'm old enough to vote, old enough to drink, to drive.

- Old enough to have sex. - Wanda. Do not...

What? Why can't you just treat me like an equal?

- Because you're not an equal! - Okay, let's pump the brakes.

- No, this is important! - This woman...

It's the same shit, every day! I'm so sick of it!

"This woman" is your mother!

- It's not about equality. - Stop. Wanda, don't...

Okay, you get the idea.

My little town, where everybody knows everybody.

At least that's what I thought.

But how well do you ever really know your neighbors?

All those people, living so close by...

In such a small place.

Don't you sometimes wonder what they get up to, behind closed doors?

Which brings us back to our story.

And as you could probably guess from how care-free I look,

some bad shit's about to go down.

53 MINUTES LATER

DAY 0

DAY 5

MISSING - WANDA KLATT

- A question for Mrs. Klatt. - Yes, please.

Mrs. Klatt, how does it feel to maybe never see your only daughter ever again?

That's... unimaginable.

Right now we're...

just focused on getting Wanda back again.

Mr. Klatt, do you feel the same or are you more realistic?

You can't even begin to imagine...

Now we could start the story here.

But to be honest, it's kind of depressing.

So I'm just gonna skip forward a bit.

DAY 30

Yeah, yeah, we got it. Missing girl, posters everywhere...

I hate that photo.

Candles, concerned neighbors...

DAY 50

It's weird how many people express sympathy through lasagna.

That's what I asked you. And the...

Emotional shouting!

DAY 68

No, thank you. Let's just skip to the bit where it got really weird.

They were the perfect family. Until one fateful autumn morning,

Wanda Klatt disappeared.

I mean, we certainly weren't perfect.

...any clues that might lead to the whereabouts of their daughter.

Wanda disappeared from the idyllic Sundersheim.

Did they put too much makeup on me? I feel like Donald Trump.

No, you just look like you've been in the sun.

For a long time.

But this picture postcard town has been rocked by recent events.

I thought you quit those?

I used the gum to quit the cigarettes, but now I'm addicted to the gum.

The Klatt family are desperate.

Hey, come on. This is a good thing.

Something will come of this. I can feel it.

Let's just remind ourselves of exactly what happened.

It was just a regular morning in the Klatt household.

It was Nuppelwocken Night...

- She looks nothing like me. - ...a day celebrating

Sundersheim's local traditions, and father Dedo Klatt was in high spirits.

Olé. Olé. Olé. Olé.

I'm off down the pub.

Dedo was heading to local Pub, The Kapitan,

to watch the local soccer match.

Hey, Mom.

- I'm heading out. Don't wait up. - Where are you going?

Mr. and Mrs. Klatt, welcome. If you'd like to follow me,

we'll get you all set up.

- I'll show you. - Come back here this minute, young lady.

I hate you!

Carlotta. Carlotta.

Yes.

After the clash with her mother, Wanda leaves the house and

- drives away on her red Vespa scooter. - Yes. To the front.

Okay, here we are. Is the height okay for you?

- But it's somehow... - Yannick, could you please? Quick.

That's not...

- Thank you. - There.

- Great. Thank you. Yes. - That okay, yeah?