And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
JUNE 21, 1921
The beginning... and the end.
I think it seems a strange idea
that maybe there's no difference.
Sic mundus creatus est.
And thus the world is created.
Sic
mundus
creatus est!
You've stopped believing the prophecy?
I believe in the irony of fate.
Adam says that all things must happen in the same manner they always have.
We have to bear the cross, no matter how hard it may seem.
In six days this will be paradise and hell on earth will end.
Sometimes I ask myself whether paradise and hell
are one and the same.
Adam was right.
You've lost your faith.
And is that why he sent you?
I've waited for this moment for ages.
Interesting that it should be you.
I hope eventually a day will come
where you won't believe everything Adam tells you.
You should...
ask why he took you in.
And why he chose to call you Noah.
JUNE 27, 2020
You and I are perfect for each other.
Never believe anything else.
DO NOT OPEN BEFORE NOVEMBER 4, 10:13 P.M.
JUNE 2020
My name is Claudia Tiedemann.
I am one of the few survivors of the apocalypse on June 27, 2020.
Almost three months have passed since the catastrophe.
It's unclear what exactly caused the events in Winden.
But the God Particle...
If we can stabilize it, it might provide a way back.
Back to the past. Maybe we can save them.
All of them.
JUNE 21, 2020
Morning, sleepyheads! It's the first week of the summer holiday.
The weather couldn't be nicer for a day at the beach.
In local news, more than half a year after the mysterious disappearance
of four teenagers, a senior citizen and a local police officer
from the town of Winden
there are no clues as to their whereabouts or what might have happened.
A federal police task force will now assist with the investigation.
How are you today?
Still having joint pain?
Nausea?
To be honest, your lab results are worrying me a bit.
I think we should admit you again.
No.
Of course not.
I'm staying at home.
Fine. We'll wait for the results of the last MRI.
We may have to stop the hormone treatment and switch back to chemo.
COME TO THE BRIDGE.
"He that has eyes to see
and ears to hear
may convince himself
that no mortal can keep a secret.
If his lips are silent,
he chatters with his fingertips.
"Betrayal oozes out of him at every pore."
That was Freud,
and I'm Clausen, head of the task force for Winden.
As of today I'm in charge of the past year's unsolved missing cases.
This task force's aim is to reinvestigate the case from the beginning,
To assess all the circumstantial evidence
and make sense of the secrets that remain hidden,
undiscovered until we find them.
In the coming days some of you will receive subpoenas
to appear for another round of questions.
- Yes? - You keep saying "we."
- What do you mean by that? - Myself and Mrs. Doppler.
- Who is still assigned to these cases. - Six people have been missing for months!
And this is what they send us? This is what you call a task force?
One person? And the woman who hasn't found anyone.
She hasn't done anything.
Ten people
who see an elephant
from ten different angles
will give you ten different descriptions
of the size and shape of that elephant.
But a single person who looks at that same elephant
from all ten different perspectives instead
will be able to piece together all of his observations
and eventually arrive at the only reasonable conclusion.
My son is still gone.
The next time I need to find an elephant, though, I'll be in touch!
That's right.
Does your mother talk at home? About the investigation, I mean.
Not to us.
So we just sit and wait.
And nothing happens.
We've been clueless for eight months.
Sometimes I think it'd just be better if they were dead.
Hey, don't say that.
I better go.
- Where are you going? - Elisabeth's staying at her friend's.
I'll call you later, okay?
DIED JUNE 27, 2020
BORN NOVEMBER, 5, 1975, DIED JUNE 21, 2019
DIED JUNE 27, 2020
I tried calling you these last few days.
There's a lot going on.
I wanted to talk.
- I have for a while. - Don't worry about it.
I think it's better this way.
I guess...
that's it, then.
It's 'cause of him.
- Because of Jonas. - What?
What does that have to do with it?
We hardly ever see each other.
I don't...
You've really changed.
I...
I've been thinking that you're hiding something.
I...
- I have no idea what's going on with you. - What do you mean?
For fuck's sake, my mom is dying. That's what's going on. And...
- There are things I just can't tell you. - And why the hell not?
I just can't!
Okay? If you had any idea of the shit I've been dealing with.
- I mean... - The shit you've been dealing with?
In case you forgot, my father and brother are still missing.
My mother is crazy and doesn't give a shit about me.
And you're telling me about how much shit you've been dealing with?
It's better this way.
THIS EVENING.
Energy creates community.
Nuclear power was, is, and always will be the only viable option.
Nothing is more reliable, cheaper or as safe.
The outside world, however, demands progress.
In seven days our plant will close for good.
This will be a life-altering adjustment for all of us.
I would like to thank you for your loyalty.
Without all of you the Winden plant as we know it
could never have existed.
And so, for the last six days, let us fill this place
with the spirit of our community, as we always have.
Everything is ready for transport on schedule.
And the decommissioning?
What is at ground level will be untouched and become part of the greenfield.
Any radiation will be traced back to the previous use of the pools.
Hello?
Who are you?
Why are you here?
How did you have a key?
It's my key.
What are you saying, your key?
I know this is all going to sound like it makes no sense.
But hear me out.
Do you remember the yellow bike?
The bike you and Dad gave me for my eighth birthday.
I drove it into a ditch on the very first day.
I got that cut on my arm, here.
Get out!
Here...
Dad was making pancakes.
He dropped the pan and spilled hot oil right there.
I disappeared from your life over half a year ago.
And you found me over 33 years ago.
I knew it was you right away.
It was raining that day.
You and Grandpa wanted to drive me there in the car.
You said there was still acid rain because of Chernobyl.
I was wearing my yellow jacket.
It's me.
It's me, Mom.
Jonas.
How can it be you?
There are no coincidences.
Every path is predetermined.
Everything happens when it is supposed to.
At the right time.
At the right place.
As if the world was a carpet
made up of a network of infinite threads.
Each in its place.
But only a handful of people know where their journey will take them.
You've taken your first step.
Adam will be proud of you.
I had that same feeling.
It will pass.
Adam...
- Why did he take us in? - Certain things are still hidden from you.
But they will come to light.
Little by little.
It's all a matter of timing.
How do we know what's right and what's wrong?
What's good
and what's evil?
By listening to our inner voice.
And choosing not to follow anyone
but ourselves.
Our true character shows not only in our deeds, but also in their purpose.
I am you.
I am your inner voice.
Never forget.
Everything's connected.
You,
me,
the past
and the future.
"Any passage into the dead zone is forbidden."
Any attempt will result in the death penalty.
Those are the rules.
We are the future!
"Sic mundus creatus est!"
Sic mundus creatus est!
"Where were you?"
"There is nothing out there."
"Our only hope is in the passage. Those without faith are already dead."
The prophecy will be fulfilled.
"The passage will open and lead us to paradise."
Those without faith are already dead?
They are all dead, my family, my friends.
Everybody dies! In my time, in six days.
I don't need your fucking paradise. I just want to go home.
What's behind that wall?
Why did Mom keep it all?
Great-Grandpa died ages ago.
I think it's because it's the only thing that reminds her of her family.
Some things it's impossible to let go of.
It's a shame I never met Grandpa and Grandma.
Does Mom remember them?
Your mother was still little when they passed away.
Come.
Were you born here?
My grandfather was. He was the one who raised me.
Is your grandfather still alive?
No.
Have you considered it could've been him?
- Who? My grandfather? - No.
Your colleague, Ulrich.
No.
Why?
He called you right before he disappeared.
The call lasted exactly 12 seconds. Most likely a voicemail recording.
What did he want?
Nothing. He had the wrong number.
Did you keep the recording?
No.
Of course not.
The parents' testimonies are in this one.
Thank you, Wöller.
Sure thing.
I had them set up an office for you.
Just down the hall.
Expectations lead to disappointment.
"Have hope," my mother used to say, "not expectations.
You might just be surprised, but not disappointed."
You expected a different kind of colleague and got me instead.
Coincidence?
I don't believe in them.
I believe things come together as they're supposed to.
Shall we?
Mom?
STEEL DOOR?
It's remarkable that people don't go crazy
knowing the futility of their own existence.
And endless cycle of life and death.
What is the origin of all this suffering?
Did you show Bartosz?
And he doesn't suspect anything?
He was always naive by nature.
The apocalypse
must come to pass.
Do you have doubts?
What must one do with a dead forest so that new trees may grow?
One burns it all down.
There's very little time.
You must find
the missing pages.
Adam, they're waiting for you.
Six days left.
I'm on my break.
Whatever. Blow job is 40 euros, anal is 85.
Kinky games are extra. But first I need to eat.
Go on, take them off.
You could say that I exist infinitely.
I'm here now,
and I exist for every second between my birth and my death.
But I am always Jonas.
I'm the same as I was,
and yet not the same.
Just as you're not the same person who came through that door an hour ago.
But where is Jonas?
Where is my Jonas?
In the future.
In the future?
Yeah.
But he can't get back.
I tried to destroy the passage, but I only managed to close it.
That's why he's still there.
So why are you here?
To put an end to everything.
Once and for all.
- That's the man! - Which man?
The man with the watch. That's Noah!
Noah?
Look out for the tiniest discrepancies when people talk.
Every detail counts.
I'VE FOUND NOAH. COME TO THE BUNKER.
Something wrong?
I have to go.
I don't have a driver's license.
I assume it'd be all right if I rode with you tomorrow?
Yes.
Mom left it open.
What's that?
Dad's stuff.
Police documents and maps of the cave.
That's why Mom goes in there every day.
I think she's looking for this.
A door.
In the cave?
It leads to the plant.
Everyone out there knows something we're not supposed to.
Mom, Bartosz,
the police, too.
They all have a secret they're keeping.
Are you prepared?
Thanks for the coffee.
I'm glad to get rid of that thing.
Get in touch with Mom, okay?
Bye.
Ciao.
That's Noah.
Elisabeth found it. In a book.
It was at the store.
She said that was the man who gave her the watch.
"January 8, 1921."
Sic mundus creatus est."
These people, who are they, Charlotte?
- Why does your grandfather have this? - I don't know.