Last week, a drug lab in Holland was raided,
but instead of the drug dealers, they arrested three German tourists.
That means the actual drug dealers remain at large.
"Drug dealers at large," or as they're known in Holland,
"drug dealers."
Lenny, you probably blocked me, and I can understand, but…
Fuck, man! The Dutch aren't actually in jail.
The tourists apparently thought they were in an escape room
and not a drug lord's hideout.
They were arrested and had to spend a whole night in jail.
Sucks for them, but really,
for escape room fans, that's got to be the jackpot.
It all went perfectly!
A happy ending!
Yeah, and I changed my mind about the party.
I'll be there,
but I'm not wearing a costume.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
The Abitur.
In Germany, the first 18 years of your life revolve around it.
The Abitur.
The makers of the General Certificate of Education
and Technical College Entrance Certificate
now present… Abitur.
After 12 seasons, it's the grand finale,
more exciting than ever.
Spoiler alert: Fritzi Neuhaus won't make the cut.
The Anton Kollisch High School in Rinseln presents…
A-BIngewatching!
People party like it's the greatest thing they'll ever achieve in life.
They wrap classrooms in aluminum foil,
drink themselves blind in the cafeteria…
-And for you? -A water!
…put a ton of effort into their creative costumes -
well, most of them -
or screw some rando they barely talked to the last 12 years in the gym.
That itches. Can't you take it off?
No!
As if the Abitur guaranteed you an amazing, successful life. Bullshit!
I mean, what do you think became of all these idiots?
Well, I wanted to go into marketing,
advertising and stuff,
or become a vet.
After the Abitur, I went to Brazil on a work and travel program
and there, I tried Ayahuasca.
When I was 40, I moved back in with my mother in Rinseln.
But now I know exactly what's important to me in life.
Engineer, programmer, CEO,
I was up for anything,
but my parents weren't.
They wanted me to do something "solid."
Now, I work as a waitress in a bar.
Yep.
I joined the volunteer fire department.
After a party, I drove home drunk.
I veered off the road and
died.
What? It's true.
What have you all accomplished? You did your Abitur, too.
Can you stop ruining everyone's fun?
You passed your Abitur. Celebrate for once!
Instead of always taking
some pseudo-philosophical bird's-eye view.
I don't do that!
Vodka!
I'm sure it's not a good idea to mix alcohol and painkillers.
I'm fine, man.
Hey!
What's up?
-Hm? -Hm?
Sorry that I just took off like that, guys. Honestly.
Yeah, and sorry that I didn't trust you.
I had a reason, but I was wrong.
Big Baywatch fan, huh?
You've always watched it. It's totally your thing.
Admit it, you wanted a reason to show off your six-pack.
-Yeah, it's just to show off my six-pack. -Dude!
Congratulations on passing, dude! Awesome!
Thought I'd crash, but no! Precision landing!
And who are you supposed to be? Steve Jobs?
No, Smoke Monster from Lost.
Wow, Lost.
How old were you when that came out? One?
You can't be too young to think the ending from Lost sucked.
It's vodka.
What? It's not a good idea to mix alcohol and painkillers.
That's what I said.
Okay, Mom and Dad.
Just chill and let's celebrate a little!
We got our fucking Abitur, people!
Abi-Abi-Abi-Abitur
Abitur
Abi-Abi-Abi-Abitur
-Hey, Fritzi. -Hi Fritzi.
We're sorry, by the way.
-Yeah, he's sorry. -Why? For hitting me on the head?
Or about me not passing my Abitur?
Or because I didn't pass because you hit me on the head?
No, let's not kid ourselves. That ship had already sailed.
It's not such a big deal.
Yeah, seriously.
The Abitur is overrated anyway.
In Germany, every idiot ends up going to uni.
You'll figure it out.
You're funny, you're clever.
With an apprenticeship, doors will open for you.
Of course! So, a shot for Mr. Straight As.
Uh, Fritzi, I don't drink alcohol.
Moritz, don't you realize how unique this moment is?
Okay, I'll explain it in your language.
-That's not a permanent marker, is it? -It'll wash off.
So, here on the x-axis…
That's the y-axis.
…it shows how cool we are.
I'm here, you're here.
-You don't have to flex. -I'm not.
Gradually, other things start to count in life,
like success, power, money and stuff.
And only at one point,
nerds like you cross with cool people like me.
One moment where we are eye-to-eye.
And that is now.
And that's why I'm drinking one shot with everyone who finished
at the top of the class.
Down it.
Chug! Chug! Chug!
So, if you're busy,
I'll go find someone else to have fun with, okay?
Bye!
Where are my favorite straight-A grads?
Excuse me for a sec.
-What's going on with you? -Huh?
What's with you? Why are you being so… un-Moritz-y with her?
A happy Fritzi is a silent Fritzi.
Or do you want us to get caught now?
Always a master plan.
Come on, let's celebrate
and pretend we're normal teenagers for half an hour.
Every feeling you experience will be more intense.
Freedom.
Tenderness.
Love.
I got to grab pills from the car, or I won't last here.
What's going on with Kira?
Who are you and what have you done with Moritz?
You only had one drink.
Yeah, so,
she was in trouble with her parents and the police,
some bullshit excuse.
So I blocked her. No idea what's going on with her.
You really are a great couple.
It'll work out. She won't find a guy like you again.
What is with you?
Congratulations!
Holy shit, you scared me.
Smoke Monster from Lost. Again.
Wait.
So…
-Better? -Mm-hm.
Sorry that I've been keeping to myself the last weeks.
It's okay. I deserved it. I should have told you the truth.
I googled it.
Do you know how many apply to journalism schools in Germany?
10,000.
-And they take-- -300. I know.
You have to stick out!
I thought about it and,
of course you could write about me and submit my story.
Really?
-Are you sure? -Yes!
That way you would get in for sure.
Yeah, well, you haven't read my article yet.
Of course not. How could I?
But I've read your stuff before. It's always been great.
And it doesn't stop with the application process.
I mean, my story is much bigger than that.
I've been getting a ton of requests from newspapers and stuff,
I mean, M1000 is getting the requests,
and you could get the exclusive rights.
Then you could write an investigative report, or a book or…
Because there's a lot to it that you still don't know.
There's a lot going on right now.
The best chapter is yet to come.
The recapture of MyDrugs.
The resurgence of M1000!
Imagine how great it would be.
As MyDrugs becomes the destination for drugs on the Internet,
you'll get exclusive interviews,
like Superman with Lois Lane!
It's great for both of us,
for your career and for my reach.
Oh man, we could profit so well from each other, Lisa.
Just imagine it!
But shh! No one can know about this right now.
Screw everyone else.
We're a team, Lisa.
A sworn team.
Deal?
Have you been drinking?
Just that drink from Fritzi.
Then I'd better not.
No, you have to! There's only one day we're eye-to-eye with cool people,
because it, well…
It's super complicated, but Fritzi can explain it.
Fritzi?
Fritzi.
Fritzi?
-Jens? -What?
There's something I have to tell you.
It's about Moritz.
Damn. Damn!
Lenny, we have to get out of here. Fast!
Nice entrance. Last I saw you, you said, "I'll be right there."
Now I have to hurry?
Who shat in your brain?
Your Dutch are on the loose.
They arrested some random tourists.
-Shit, the others! -Ow!
I don't want you to think I'm only being nice
because you have something on us.
What I'm really saying is, you are…
Honestly, you can cut the bullshit.
If you want to go again,
here, I'll make an exception.
It's more fun with this.
More? Was that not…
Even more, I mean even more.
But isn't alcohol more of a…
What did you put in there?
Something that will, for once,
pull the sticks out of those straight-A asses.
-You put our ecstasy in it? -My ecstasy.
Fritzi, that's dangerous!
You're calling me dangerous?
Who sold the whole world drugs and almost killed Gerda?
Holy shit, Fritzi! You're such a fuck-up!
There's just one point where people like me and like you are eye-to-eye.
-What's your costume? -Power Ranger.
Power… Ranger. Get it?
Awesome.
Power… Ranger.
Hey, Moritz, are you feeling okay?
You know, we can always talk about anything.
Sometimes it's better to talk to someone who isn't involved.
What do you mean, talk about anything?
Did she say something?
What? No.
I mean, she told me she was writing something about you.
And it sounded like maybe you could use a buddy to talk to.
Ta-da, and here you have one.
Actually, it all started when Lisa wanted to take that break.
-Lenny and-- -Moritz!
Daniel! Are you having a good time?
Have you seen Lisa?
No. Mo, we have to talk.
Oh look, Joseph! Here it's way more clear.
This is the point where we're all equal.
-Guys! Guys, we have a problem. -Kira?
-Hey, Joseph. -Hello. Look! I'm a Power Ranger.
Can you leave us alone for a sec? It's important.
None of you saw Lisa?
Dude! She took off half an hour ago.
-Lisa what? -Moritz, focus! We have a problem.
Here!
Oh look, it's the game we talked about yesterday.
Now you get the ad. They're spying! There's no other--
Not the ad, the article.
Those aren't the Dutch.
-What? -We have to get out of here!
-Go! -We have to run!
Moritz, come on!
Maarten?
Hey!
Go, move, go!
Dude!
Hey!
You're shit-faced.
-Who was that? -Total psycho.
Ah, where do you think you're going?
Agent Fox Mulder.
FBI.
-You're acting suspiciously. -Very suspiciously.
Hey, you!
Have you taken something?
Let me see.
My God, Moritz!
How boring!
I'm just kidding with you!
As if he would ever take anything.
My friend, if I can give you one piece of advice,
chill the hell out.
You don't always have to be so proper.
Hey! You're done here.
Celebrate a little! Have a drink!
Congratulations on your Abitur. Have fun!
Hello? This is seriously boring, Moritz.
Boring! Bor-itz!
Where to now?
There?
Okay.
That's your superpower, isn't it?
You're so boring, no one believes you would do anything.
How are you feeling right now?
Good.
Okay, it's all good.
I hear you're treating all the straight-A students to a drink.
And I know we're not talking right now, and we hate each other,
but shouldn't I get the whole bottle, as valedictorian and all?
Not a chance. That didn't end well last time.
But
I do have some keta, if you want.
Okay, what's in there?
Sometimes you have to force people to be happy.
I mean, look at them.
Simon, for example.
He hasn't talked to anyone outside the school paper in three years.
Now he's been chatting with Iri for an hour.
And Michi? Did you know he could dance like that?
Neither did he.
And Angie is getting to know her repressed sexuality.
Maybe it'll stick with them out there
in the serious, big, grey, never-changing adult-world.
You can thank me later.
I'm here to have fun today
and I'm not gonna let you ruin that for me.
You in your high and mighty protest costume.
Okay, while we're at it, Tiger King? Seriously?
A cokehead Trump supporter
who tortures animals and drove a kid to kill themselves.
Great, Fritzi!
Great!
-I have to get out of here. -No!
Mo!
What? We can't leave.
What's the matter with you?
Hey, look at me.
You're high. Fritzi put ecstasy in your shot.
-She did what? -Oh. My. God.
Relax, okay? We can't just walk out of here and into Maarten's arms.
Oh my God.
Why didn't you say something?
Before? That…
That I'm on drugs and…
This is why! Now relax. It's gonna be fine.
Hey. Everything will be fine, Mo, okay?
It's fine. Stay calm.
I can't stay in here.
-Hey, take his hand. -What?
Just do it.
It'll be okay.
I'm on drugs.
Everything will be fine.
Okay? Hey.
We breathe in slowly
and back out.
In through your nose
and out through your mouth.
Notice your surroundings.
Let yourself fall.
Feel how your lungs fill with air and expand.
Feel the floor beneath your feet?
Your weight.
Feel how the muscles in your body are getting softer.
Hey!
Mitch Buchannon!
Mulder and Scully told me I'd find you around here.
So, you having a good time?
Very nice.
We all know you only elected me class president
because you liked Obama so much.
Just so you know, that's what's known as "positive racism."
Even so, I was happy to carry the responsibility.
The Abitur isn't a matter of life and death,
but the yearbook kind of is.
And so, it's time for the official class superlatives
of Anton Kollisch High School!
All right, let's get started
with who is most likely to join a silent monastery?
-Simon! -Simon Schaffhofer!
-What's wrong with him? -He's not responding.
I think he's on something.
Tobi? Can you hear me? Go get someone. Please!
Who will never lose their virginity?
That goes to…
Lina Kamper, congratulations!
Who will end up homeless?
Fritzi!
Gerda Schwertfeger? Because I'm Black, or what?
Wow, guys! This, on the other hand, is just straight up racism.
You'd think we were at Otto von Bismarck High School.
Okay, tough crowd.
Yeah, you can google it. Homework.
We'll just skip that question for now.
I love you, Gerda!
I love you, too. Moving on.
Who will still live with their mother at 40?
I couldn't find the little girl.
He couldn't find Kira.
I know. I could understand that.
Give it a rest, Dutch isn't so hard to understand.
How… how did you get out?
You really think our employees can be blackmailed?
-No. -No!
We knew right away.
We just had to make you think your plan was working,
so that you'd tell our, um…
Mole.
…our mole when the police would pay us a visit.
So that we wouldn't be there and the police find something else.
Namely, what we in Holland hate most:
German tourists.
It's about to start.
Exciting, right?
Have you done an escape room before?
No, it's brand new to Rotterdam.
I think we have to find the first clue.
The drawer!
A gun?
I'm thinking it's the first clue.
-Look. -Hold on. Let me take a picture.
Police! Get on the floor! On your knees. On the floor.
Not so fast, Constable!
Wow, so realistic!
So strong!
Woah, brutal!
So, give us all of the money and the login details to MyDrugs
or we'll blow your bird brains out.
-Can you say that in German? -I don't give a shit!
Breathe in and out.
-Feel the floor… -Moritz.
I'm afraid of you.
Honestly.
Really afraid.
Always have been.
How you only live to work.
I mean, you don't have any personal life.
I've always admired that you can do that, but…
You really take it too far.
Really.
I mean, you would literally kill for the job.
Well, maybe I've earned that.
To die.
But Lenny and Daniel?
I feel so…
so sorry for them.
So sorry. I got them into this because I wanted to be like you.
What do they get out of it?
And me?
Sitting here, tied up.
I don't want to die today.
But if I have to, then here. Now.
With my best friends.
So shoot!
We're sorry. Somebody put something in Moritz's drink.
Okay! Looks like someone won in two categories.
Who will get filthy rich with their app idea
and who will end up in a psych ward?
Both go to…
Moritz Zimmermann!
The login details to your Bitcoin wallet, Moritz!
I programmed an app.
Yes.
If within every hour I don't press a button on my phone,
all information about you will be sent to the police.
With photos.
Then push it.
No. Only if you let us go.
In two minutes, it's eight o'clock.
Do we really have to wait and see that you're lying?
I'm sorry I lied to you.
-I'm sorry. -That's enough.
Next up, hottest guy.
Just who could that be?
Dan
Riffert!
Well?
Let's all just take a breath.
Marlene. Beeke.
We had such a good time together.
And you're such amazing women!
You're beautiful. Talented.
Smart.
Successful.
Do you really want to do this?
I've killed hotter guys for less,
so shut your mouth…
or I'll shove your buoy up your ass.
The login details, friends.
Who will die first?
Lennard Sander. Oh, you guys.
Whatever you're thinking, don't do it or we're dead!
One!
Two!
The password is star, ele--
Fuck!
It burns! Was that acid?
Yeah!
-No, actually… -Yes, it was acid!
Fuck yeah! Acid!
Okay.
No!
Oh, no!
Dad?
Dad, run!
I'll get you for this!
You filthy dog!
Stop!
Marlene?
I made a bet with Beeke and Marlene
that you'd behave for at least five years
because you saw how Mia…
All for your career.
I could probably kill your father and you would still keep working.
Do you feel anything?
Do you feel anything at all? Huh?
Subtitle translation by: Mickey Mangan