Every human is born a completely egotistical narcissist.
Children hate sharing and have no concept of fairness.
Through education and culture,
people are taught to suppress their innate selfishness
in favor of social coexistence.
But of course deep down, people only ever
think about themselves and their own happiness.
That's just science.
Survival of the fittest.
Everyone is closest to themselves.
What I'm getting at is,
if you want to achieve something, you have to ignore conventional wisdom
and follow your instincts.
And that means breaking rules.
I mean, all of us have a dangerous side, right?
Maybe I just need to find it.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
He's here and he's alive, just like you said.
Yeah, but he's drugged!
What's with the bag on his head?
What's wrong with it?
It doesn't make any sense. He's been here a few times before!
Moritz?
Moritz.
Lenny?
I know it must feel super weird, but…
I can explain.
You had me kidnapped?
No, "kidnapped" isn't the…
You handcuffed him to the wheelchair?
Okay. Lenny, this has gotten way out of hand.
I just wanted to talk to you.
So you send these two gangsters after me?
These gangsters are the reason you, Kira, and Dan are still alive.
Maarten tried to kill you!
Sure.
Abnor, please.
Yeah, we took care of the Dutchman.
You killed him.
No, we took care of it by making sure he can't kill you.
We didn't do anything to him. Well, almost nothing.
Just like you wanted.
And we always do exactly what Moritz wants
and exactly how Moritz wants it.
And now you want me to thank you for saving my life?
Which will be over in two years because you took the money away,
with which I could have saved my life!
That money would still exist if it weren't for you!
Lenny, I can understand that you don't want to sell your code.
I can also understand why, after all this, you don't want to take any money from me.
But I really need your help.
You're always saying,
"Everything Moritz says, you have to take off 60%,"
even if only 20% of what I've told you about the Dutch is true.
They leave me no choice!
I have to get the shop back online.
And without you…
I can't do it without you.
Only under one condition.
This stays just between us.
Nobody can see us. Really! Nobody!
Huh? Who would possibly see us?
-Lennard! Long time no see! -Mr. Zimmermann.
-I'm in front of the camera. -Are you filming?
We're even live!
-Marie, can you delete that? -Hey!
We don't want to be part of your weird Instagram freak show.
Hey! That was a L'Oréal branded partnership!
What do you think this is?
You think this is for fun?
And you guys? What are you up to?
Getting ready for exams, right?
Yeah. We have to go study.
-Probably all night. -Alright, then dig in!
Dad, come on! Now we have to start all over.
Three, two, one.
-Hi! -Hi!
Sorry, people. I was interrupted by my idiot brother.
It's cool! Let's just pretend it's the old days.
I won't bother him while he's "studying."
Marie, Moritz is doing his Abitur.
-At least shut the door. -Oh, man!
OK, I'll get us a little brain food.
-Hey! Kiddo! -Do you have a minute?
-l need to show you something. -Me too. Our Twitter account's blowing up.
After the show,
we had a facial composite made from witness testimonies.
I uploaded it, added some music, and bam!
It's getting shared like nude photos of Heidi Klum!
Over 4,000 retweets in less than an hour.
The attack by that Moroccan in Bremen last week only got 3,000!
Look.
A few weeks before his death, this dealer from the town of Rinseln
sold ecstasy worth thousands of euros to a schoolboy named Moritz Zimmermann.
The evidence is in an Excel sheet called "customers.xls" on this laptop.
Moritz Zimmermann is not only a student with a clear affinity for IT,
but also the son of Jens Zimmermann, police sergeant from Rinseln!
And he therefore has a motive to delete the data on his son.
Until I was able to restore it.
Just terrific!
An internal police investigation. Just lovely.
"Student with IT skills."
How long can you lock him up for? Three years?
You don't seem to understand--
No, you don't seem to understand! That dealer is dead!
Suicide!
And as you've nagged me about it for weeks,
I even know he's tried to kill himself before.
Once in autumn of '98 and once in 2006,
on the day Germany lost to Italy.
Good reason, at least.
And the third time, it finally worked out.
Case closed.
Where did you get the laptop? I had it packed away weeks ago!
I know, but I thought--
Is there proof on it?
I couldn't restore it all yet, but important evidence--
It's going in the evidence vault and it'll stay there.
These dealers sit in their hookah bar,
counting their BMW keys and laughing,
while we're chasing our own people down.
We still catch criminals with handcuffs.
Not with a mouse.
That looks good.
Something's wrong.
-Can we get the CDN connections? -Via the Edge Nodes. It's fast enough.
Awesome!
I packed your shopping cart in the Vuex. It's more robust.
End-to-end tests work now, too.
Yeah, I know.
So,
that's it.
And you didn't put in a backdoor this time?
No.
Dude, Lenny, I can't thank you enough.
I really owe you an apology.
Without you, I couldn't have done it.
We really are a good team.
I've really missed this.
I've missed you.
Yeah, Mo. I've really missed you, too.
Good morning.
Fuck, Mo. Why didn't you wake me up?
I was asleep, too.
It was almost like old times, wasn't it?
Yeah, it was OK.
-Want some breakfast? -No.
I gotta get to study group.
I promised Dan that I would…
Give me a T-shirt, please.
Lenny, I…
That really meant a lot to me.
-Maybe we could-- -Listen.
This was a one-time thing and I want it to stay our secret.
Dan and Kira can't know about it.
Of course. Good decision.
Better if they don't find out about this.
As CEO, you don't want to worry your employees unnecessarily.
I'd do the same.
Here, your fee.
You've earned it.
Take it. I know it's not enough.
But maybe in the future we could do business together more often.
CEO to CEO.
Sure.
But first, I have to say two things.
First, my friendship can't be bought.
I'll figure it out with the money. Unlike you, I don't need anyone's help.
And second: Moritz.
You're not a fucking CEO anymore.
What?
Of course, I'm a CEO!
Oh, yeah?
"They leave me no choice! I have to get the shop running again!"
It's Chief Executive Officer, not Chief…
Emo Outcast.
CEOs make the deadlines.
Soon, they'll realize they don't need you and send you packing.
You fucked up, and now you're the smallest cog in the machine.
You wish you were Steve Jobs, but at best you're Tim Cook.
And I mean when Steve Jobs was still alive.
But unlike the real Tim Cook, your Steve Jobs doesn't have cancer.
And it's you who put him there!
Now you're just doing what a Tim Cook does.
Carry around bags of Steve Jobs' money.
CEO…
Oh, yeah?
Under Tim Cook, things at Apple are better than ever!
Numbers-wise…
As a boss, you need to learn to deal with criticism.
Employees complain. That's perfectly normal.
While you as CEO self-actualize with your vision,
and the company is your everything, your baby…
For your employees, it's, well,
just a job.
They just want to enjoy the day until it's time to go home.
That's the difference. As CEO, you only work for yourself.
You gave us your word.
I am the CEO of MyDrugs.
CEOs make the deadlines.
Of course, I'm CEO!
You're not a fucking CEO anymore.
Every week, we join Germany's top CEOs on their secret mission.
They switch sides
to observe the business undercover, from the employee-perspective,
to find out how things really work at their company.
This is Undercover CEO: MyDrugs.
Moritz Zimmermann is the CEO and mastermind of MyDrugs,
the largest online drug market in Europe.
He is going undercover at his own company
as "Steffen," a working student.
I'm looking forward to the experiment.
As CEO, I have a lot of responsibility.
We have placed hidden cameras.
No one here suspects that Steffen is, in fact, their boss.
Hi, I'm Steffen.
Here are the gloves. Step one. A pair for you.
-You know how it's done? -Yeah.
Good.
Eighty grams of Grenades.
No, no. That was a Smiley. Exactly. Come on.
Generally not so bad. It's important that you pick up the pace.
We have to do 100 packs per hour.
If not, we have a problem with the bosses.
Which bosses?
Marlene and Beeke.
It's great what you learn here.
It's stuff your employees normally wouldn't say.
So I just said to Marlene, "No, I'm not doing it again."
That's the third--
How is the work atmosphere here?
I mean, do you like working here?
Yeah, actually.
Well, Marlene and Beeke can be very stressful sometimes.
They're total perfectionists.
You can't make any mistakes. None.
I thought Moritz Zimmermann was the boss here.
Moritz?
The boss here?
-Technically he is, but… -Nope!
Moritz? The boss here?
It's about time you guys got back together.
I voted for you two for Class Couple,
but you're doing okay on your own.
Your new shop looks great.
Thanks.
So, "Given the function f, f of x equals e to the x plus x squared
and the function g, g of x equals x…"
Everything okay?
You wanted to study math.
-I know this stuff. -Sorry.
How did you manage to do everything with the shop?
Can we stop talking about MyDrugs and just study?
Fuck! The guy isn't responding anymore.
And then T1000 actually managed to get his site figured out.
You said he'd need help!
Can we stop talking about MyDrugs and focus on studying?
I'm the last to admit this,
but maybe Moritz is just too much for us.
There are people like that. They're just on a higher level.
They have a plan for everything, like Queen Elsa.
-Frozen? -You've seen Frozen?
-Just the trailer. -Well…
Elsa is nothing without Anna.
Anna is the one who… whatever.
Let's focus on exams for a sec, OK?
Isn't this more important than the Abi?
-What good is an Abitur if-- -If I die tomorrow?
Dan, that could happen to anyone. Even you.
You still applied to that uni.
I could have dropped dead any day for the last ten years.
That's 3,652 days.
But I didn't! Ever!
Why should that change now just because MyDrugs is back online?
No, the most you would help would be to just relax a little
and stop constantly talking about Moritz!
Okay, and then there's Beeke, and what's the other one's name?
Marlene.
But you're still the CEO?
Yeah, I am! Why?
And you're not afraid of the police? That they'll catch you at some point?
Lisa… Seriously.
How could they catch me?
As long as you don't have a record and aren't an immigrant background,
you're out of the question as a suspect.
Unless you're psychologically disturbed or some kind of weirdo.
Yeah.
Hello!
I'm a colleague of your dad's.
And you must be Marie. Am I right?
What do you want?
I'm here about Moritz.
Do you want to arrest him?
We'll see.
-He's not here. -I know.
Do you know this man?
Can I come in?
-No, who are you? -A very good friend.
No. Why?
Is that your boyfriend?
What? No. Huh?
Okay, I have to go.
Could I come in? I just want to have a look.
I don't know. Are you allowed to do that?
I don't know about these things. I'm only 12.
But among my 89,522 followers are, strangely enough,
a lot of men your age.
Maybe some of them are police officers, too. Or lawyers.
Hi! It's me again. Sorry for the interruption.
I need your help. I'm being visited by a police officer.
Can he take a look around our house without a warrant?
Here, that's him.
And is he allowed to question a minor in the absence of her guardian?
Answer in the comments!
Okay, Maarten, now that you're admin,
you can handle the CSS sprites and the htconfig errors!
Moritz! I can explain!
Good luck!
POLICE
"Inspector Pain in the Ass"?
Okay. Who's Inspector Pain in the Ass?
Oh, uh… It's just that guy from the LKA.
So,
shall we?
What's wrong? What does he want from you?
Nothing. I don't want to drag you into it.
It can't be that bad! Or did you rob a bank?
No. It's about Moritz.
Moritz?
What did he do? Use up the Internet?
Moritz has a drug problem.
Moritz had a drug problem.
And because he was afraid of getting caught,
he erased the laptop we got from that dead dealer.
Because it had evidence on it.
Inspector Pain in the Ass likely found out.
What kind of drugs is he taking?
Marijuana.
Moritz smokes weed? Cute.
He smoked weed! Two or three times. Now he's clean. He swore.
That's what you're so worked up about?
He destroyed evidence, Barbara!
That's no trivial offense! The boy has his whole life ahead of him.
He works so hard at school and with his company.
He has so much potential.
I can't stand by and watch him have it all taken away,
and turn into a loser like his dad.
But who has more understanding for minor crimes than the police?
It goes like this.
There are criminals out there and there's us, the police.
The bad guys and the good guys.
Like in soccer, Bayern and the BVB.
Rivals! Fundamentally different! Sometimes they win, sometimes we do.
But in the end, we're all playing the same game.
And we both foul once in a while.
Last year, at the town fair, I shot a rose with my service weapon.
And did I get in trouble for it?
No! And why not?
-Because you play for Bayern? -BVB.
Oh! Yeah, that's what I meant.
Just go to Inspector Pain in the Ass and talk to him.
But not through official channels, rather…
teammate to teammate.
He'll understand.
We're all on the same team.
And what do we learn from this? Everyone deserves a second chance.
Mike and the Mechanics knew that, here on the best mix.
I'm Timo Muller. You're listening to Radio Rinseln.
POLICE RINSELN
Shit!
Mr. Zimmermann!
Good evening.
Sorry to bother you so late,
but I urgently need to get something off my chest.
Can I come in?
Yes, please.
It's about my son and this drug thing at the horse farm.
I have to tell you something.
I can't tell you how glad I am that you've come.
I know all about it.
I hope it's OK that I record this. It'll help me argue "to the top."
Your son doesn't exactly fit into the perp profile.
What? No! I mean…
I'm not here to make a confession. I just…
What matters to me is that nothing happens to my son.
I'm sure we can work this out somehow, between colleagues.
We all play for the same team.
Mr. Zimmermann,
I don't think that there's any way we can "work it out."
Mr. Kamper, the kid's just about to finish his Abitur.
This is a serious violation of Paragraphs 29 BtMG and 129 StGB.
-You can't just-- -Paragraph shmaragraph!
Just relax!
I thought that at first, too, but then I asked around,
and they all felt that it's nothing dramatic.
But fine…
This was clearly a mistake, and…
I should probably go.
I can understand.
You don't want to take responsibility for this either.
You know what?
I'll just discuss it with your superior.
No! Leave it to me.
I have to handle all the paperwork first anyway, and then…
I'll talk to my boss about it myself.
Your boss doesn't know about this, does he?
Are you investigating this on your own?
Hey!
Mr. Zimmermann!
Mr. Zimmermann, stop!
Ow, fuck!
Shit! Fuck! Ah!
Mr. Zimmermann!
Forget it!
The files will stay on the hard drive. There's nothing you can do.
That's an SSD. The first "S" stands for "solid."
Ah, fuck. Side stitch.
No!
What are you doing?
You idiot! You fucking idiot!
You'll get locked up for this! You fool!
Then call your boss and report me!
As long as my son isn't jailed for it, I don't care.
You don't have kids, do you?
You're crazy.
Yeah, maybe I'm crazy.
But I still play for Bayern.
No, Dortmund. I play for Dortmund.
This is what I'm talking about!
Finally!
Now we can get started. Right?
Great, but…
Can you please explain this?
I think it got stuck somewhere.
Not you. Lenny!
Can you explain this to me?
-JavaScript is a programming language-- -Shit, Lenny!
What's your fucking code doing on MyDrugs?
My code?
SSR?
Above the fold optimization? Powered by Nerd Rage?
"Rage," what? Can you explain this in human language?
No! No normal human uses Snake Case in JavaScript.
-Listen, I-- -What the fuck, Lenny? So it's true?
We work our asses off for your ass tumor and you code for Voldemort?
What else could I do? They wanted to kill us!
-Moritz? -No, the Dutch. Moritz helped us.
Sorry, I'm not falling for that shit again!
It's true, though!
Moritz was telling the truth! This time, I wish he had lied.
But we're safe now.
We're protected by the Albanians. Moritz made sure of that.
I just had to help him. You wouldn't understand.
One of you has only ever had party and fuck buddies.
The other has a commitment phobia!
But Moritz is something like… family!
When were you planning on telling us about it?
-I didn't want to upset you guys. -Fuck, Lenny!
I'll decide for myself what upsets me! I don't need you for that!
You're as fucking terrible a CEO as Moritz. You know that?
-Can we discuss this another-- -No! We're discussing it now!
We're doing this for you! And you're lying to us!
You of all people should know how shit that feels!
Did you at least build in a "thermal exhaust port"?
I'm sorry.
It was a shit idea anyway.
I mean, look at me. Do I look like a drug boss?
Fucking Moritz! I never wanted to sell drugs.
You think I want to deal drugs?
Fine, to a few classmates.
But you had to turn it into fucking pill-Amazon!
Right. You would have made more money delivering newspapers.
OK.
As CEO of CandyBay, I have an announcement to make.
The Lennard Sander Foundation
is withdrawing from the international drug trade.
That was it?
-That was our exit? -Yep.
No more drugs.
I don't know who else I should talk to about it.
I used to talk to Lenny about this kind of thing.
He would give me some advice,
and although I would usually do something else,
it still helped somehow.
I don't know what I should do to make them…
take me more seriously.
Maybe I need to work on my appearance,
so that I come across more dangerously.
Everybody has a dangerous side to them, right?
I just need to find it.
Or I accept my role, lean back,
work nine to five, and earn a pile of money,
until I can pay for Lenny's whole therapy, in a year or so.
But then they might think I'm a coward
who just gives up when it gets hard.
And then they shoot me after 14 days and nobody benefits.
Or I could book a flight to the Dutch Antilles
or French Polynesia…
Definitely nowhere Dutch.
Then I lay low for a few years and wait until they've forgotten me,
my crimes are time-barred, and Lenny likes me again.
There's one thing I've really learned about Lenny and me recently.
Neither of us is better alone than we are together.
And? Making progress?
Mm-hmm. I'm almost done.
OK, then can you maybe take these off?
Really, I'm almost done!
OK.
And you're still the CEO?
Yeah, I am! Why?
Subtitle translation by: Mickey Mangan