Calendar k*ller, The (2024)

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This movie deals with sensitive issues,

including domestic violence and suicide.

Viewer discretion is advised.

12-06 HIM OR YOU -

ONE OF YOU WILL DIE

KNOWING THE DATE OF YOUR DEATH

MEANS YOU ALREADY

HAVE STARTED DYING.

Emergency service,

how can I help you?

Hello, this is Anna on Prenzlauer

Allee, and there has been an emergency.

And I think somebody died.

It's dark. I don't feel safe.

- Come quickly. There are injured people.

- Help is on the way. Please stay calm.

According to the police,

the Calendar k*ller writes

his victim's date of death

in blood on the wall.

- Accident location?

- A person is unconscious.

- Blood everywhere!

- I need help!

Come quickly!

I think I am being followed.

THE CALENDAR k*ller

Walk Me Home Helpline, good

evening. How may I help you?

Yes.

But this is the Walk

Me Home Helpline.

We stay on the phone with

people as they walk home.

Between 8:00 p.m. and 2:00 a.m.

For your issue, you need to call

115, the Citizens' Services Helpline.

But there won't be

anyone right now.

Right.

Call them tomorrow morning.

They'll be able to tell you how

to proceed with your complaint.

Thank you for the

nice chat, too.

Walk Me Home Helpline, good

evening. How may I help you?

Hi, this is Caro.

Hello, Caro.

I'm at the bus stop

at Mexikoplatz and...

There are some guys

across the street.

They keep staring. I'm scared

they're going to come over.

Are you waiting for the bus?

Yeah, for the 109. It

should be here by now.

Okay, Caro.

How many guys are

there? How old?

Five.

I have no idea how old they are.

Young. They're all

wearing hoodies.

Okay. Don't show them your fear.

Stand under a streetlight,

so you're well-lit.

- They're coming over. What do I do?

- Stay calm.

- Are there any parked cars there?

- Yes.

- Go over there and hit the hood.

- Why?

Just do it.

- What are you doing?

- Stupid b*tch.

Okay. They ran off.

Well done.

- Here comes my bus.

- Very good.

Stay on the line until

you're on the bus, okay?

Okay.

Are you safe?

Yes.

Thank you.

Well, have a nice evening.

Have a nice evening.

In the darkest depths of the oceans

where the game of predator and prey...

I think nowadays you cannot

believe anyone anymore.

Then say it. What do you think?

The date of the victim's death was

written on the wall in blood each time.

This is the modus operandi to which

the m*rder*r now owes his name,

Calendar k*ller.

So far, this handwriting is

the only lead to the m*rder*r.

Pay attention to the particular

squiggle at the end of the number "2."

Do you recognize

this handwriting?

Have you ever seen it...

DAD INCOMING CALL

Good evening.

Walk Me Home Helpline.

How may I help you?

This is the Walk Me Home

Helpline. You just called us.

How can I help you?

As you're not answering, I'll ask...

Are you being harassed or threatened?

Cough if you're

being threatened.

- Hello?

- Who's there?

- The Walk Me Home Helpline.

- Why did you call me?

That's not possible. I

don't know who you are.

- I don't have your number until now.

- Then it was probably my phone.

Would you rather speak

to a female colleague?

I can connect you right away.

No. There's no need.

Don't hang up, please.

I can hear that

you're in trouble.

- Are you injured?

- It's too late.

What happened? How

can I help you?

It's too late.

Too late? Why?

I'm going to be k*lled tonight.

k*lled?

- Why do you think that?

- He announced it.

May I ask your name?

My name is Jules.

Jules Tannberg.

Klara...

Klara Vernet.

All right, Klara.

Who wants to k*ll you?

I'm very tired.

Nobody will believe me anyway.

Yes, I believe you.

Talking to you is

pointless. I'm sorry.

It's too late.

It's too late.

Do you know who

wants to k*ll you?

Yes.

Who?

The Calendar k*ller.

You don't believe me, do you?

I do.

Of course, I do.

What makes you think it's him?

He wrote it on the wall...

with a photo of

me and my husband.

Underneath, it said...

12-06. One of you

will die. Him or you.

DECEMBER 6 21:31

12-06 HIM OR YOU -

ONE OF YOU WILL DIE

3 KOSER STREE27 RENATA STREEI don't see any

other option than...

Klara, if you're being threatened,

you have to tell the police.

I already did. But

they didn't believe me.

That I woke up in a basement with

a death threat on the wall...

I couldn't prove anything.

When was that?

A few weeks ago.

I can't remember properly.

I woke up in a park

and went straight home.

- Are you at home now?

- No.

Why not?

Are you scared that

the k*ller is there?

What about your husband?

- He won't help me.

- Why not?

Because he thinks

I imagined it all.

That's also what

he told the police.

He was so embarrassed

and I was very ashamed.

But no one makes up something like

that. Isn't your husband worried?

He's being threatened, too.

He just laughed at me.

It's nothing to laugh about.

NO STREET NOISE

QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD

Where are you now, Klara?

I shouldn't have told you

any of this. I'm sorry. I...

But at least I've

made it this far.

What do you mean "this far"?

Are you in a garage?

Are you driving away?

Klara?

What are you going to do?

What are you up to?

Please wait a moment.

Stay on the line for a moment.

Klara...

- Don't do anything hasty, please.

- I'm not. Why do you think that?

I worked at the Berlin Fire

Department's call center for many years.

I know how it sounds when

someone is in major distress.

You've called us

three times already...

but not because of

the Calendar k*ller.

- Why did you call then?

- I was scared to walk home in the dark.

Isn't that what

this service is for?

Yes, of course.

Forgive me.

VICTIM OF DOMESTIC

VIOLENCE. CREDIBLE?

May I ask you a question?

What?

Is everything okay at home?

Yes, absolutely.

Where's your husband now?

- Why are you walking alone at night?

- Why are you asking all these questions?

Because in our notes, it says there's

a suspicion of domestic violence.

- These conversations are recorded?

- Yes, why?

So everything I tell

you is documented?

Yes, but only for 48 hours. And

it's covered by data protection.

- Why?

- So...

So if something were to

happen to me tonight,

then the police would find

out about this conversation?

What are you getting at?

A k*ller is after you.

And you won't go to the police

or home to your husband. Why?

27 RENATA STREEYou don't believe me either.

Are you being abused?

Yes.

I am sorry.

You're afraid.

It's even worse than that.

It's the kind of fear...

that makes you want

to tear your skin off,

so that you'll stop

from burning up inside.

Hell's most evil trick is to

disguise itself as paradise.

Good evening.

Thank you.

Good evening, Mr. Gerrich.

Oh, the von Blows.

They made a big donation to the

election campaign. Nice people.

Thank you for dressing the

way I've asked you to, Klara.

You look fantastic.

My pleasure.

Klara.

My goodness.

How are you? We never

see you anymore.

Wow.

- Martin, congratulations on the new job.

- Thank you.

- How's the air up there?

- Quite thin.

But it can blow right in your

face if you're not careful.

- You look fantastic, Meret.

- Thank you.

May I introduce you? Dr. Paul

Wassmann, our new associate.

- Nice to meet you.

- This is Dr. Martin Vernet.

Our State Secretary of the

Interior for three weeks now.

And this is my traitorous friend, Klara,

one of the best lawyers at our firm,

until she discovered

life as a full-time mom.

- Don't you miss work just a little?

- I do sometimes.

I really hope you'll

come back to us.

- Maybe when Amelie starts school...

- If Klara prefers to raise our daughter,

then she should do it.

I miss her.

Let's go for coffee, at least.

And you can bring Amelie.

I promise.

- Martin.

- Enjoy your evening.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Dear Lord, doesn't

she ever stop?

Be glad you don't have

to deal with her anymore.

Actually, it's a shame

I don't see her anymore.

But you have me and Amelie.

That's true.

So... let's celebrate

our anniversary.

- Evening.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

So here's to an exciting night.

Enjoy your meal.

I know you don't like seafood,

but you need protein for

what's planned later.

What do we have planned tonight?

I am sorry.

So sorry.

Have you stopped

taking your pills?

Damn it, Klara.

Do I need to have you

admitted to the clinic again?

- Martin, I'm fine.

- I'm warning you.

I won't let Amelie have a

mentally deranged mother.

- I can't stomach the pills.

- The doctor can prescribe something else.

- Forgive me.

- So...

Time to eat.

How long is the

babysitter staying?

Vigo will stay

until we get home.

Give me your phone.

Welcome to our VP Night.

I'm here for you,

whatever you might desire.

What's a VP Night?

Very exclusive.

Martin, please. I'd like to go.

You haven't even

finished your drink.

What's the matter? These women are

being paid very well for their services.

The entrance fee is donated

to the Children's Foundation.

It's a good thing.

Martin, please.

It's for a good cause.

He must have put something

in the champagne.

That's horrible.

I only regained consciousness

because of the pain.

Martin, please...

Klara, you must

leave your husband.

Yes.

I should have done it a

long time ago. It's just...

I don't want Amelie to find

out what he's done to me.

That's understandable. You

didn't want to hurt her...

- How old is your daughter?

- Amelie is six.

I have a daughter, too.

Her name is Fabienne.

She's six, too.

- Where is your daughter now?

- She's asleep.

And who's looking after

her? Is she alone?

Of course not.

We've got a babysitter.

Can you believe that

he's a good father?

It's hard to believe,

but it's true.

Amelie loves him.

I have to go, now,

before he finds me.

Where are you?

You are closing a garage door.

You opened a car door.

What are you planning?

For what I'm planning to do,

it's better if I'm alone.

No.

No, don't do that.

Please don't do it.

Don't tell me what to do.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, but

you cannot do this.

Don't do this! Don't

do this, please!

I am begging you.

Klara! Klara, please!

MARTIN - I always know where

you are! Brace yourself!

Either the Calendar k*ller

or Martin will k*ll me.

So I'd rather do it myself.

If you do this...

Amelie will never get over it.

Believe me.

I can hear that

you're not driving.

I am begging you. Please

stop. We'll find a way.

Klara?

Hello? Klara, please.

Enough!

I don't want to have

to take her to the ER.

I don't want to have

to take her to the ER.

You did well, darling.

Let's take a little break, okay?

Please take care of my wife.

Come. I'll show you

to our powder room.

I'll go get you a

stronger painkiller.

Did your wife enjoy it?

You never forget the first time.

Excuse me, please.

- Where's my wife?

- She must still be in the powder room.

Yo, this is Vigo. Feel free to

leave a message after the beep.

Hi, Vigo.

This message is for Amelie.

Hi, sweetie.

Mommy!

I just wanted to tell

you how much I love you.

It wasn't your

fault, you hear me?

I love you so much.

CALLING

DAD INCOMING CALL

I have no time right

now. Call tomorrow.

How come? What's wrong?

- An emergency.

- An emergency?

I thought you were

still on leave?

- I'm not at the emergency switchboard.

- So where are you?

Walk Me Home

Helpline. Voluntary.

There's a woman who

wants to k*ll herself.

Then call the police.

I don't know where she is.

- Maybe I can help you?

- That would be a first.

Tell me her name, and I'll

find out where she is.

No, I'm not allowed to.

Jules, you're talking to a

woman who wants to k*ll herself.

I can imagine what

that's doing to you.

- You can?

- Yes. I can.

You want to save her,

- after the incident with Dajana...

- Stop it!

- Where are you?

- At home. Where else?

What?

Jules, I want to help you.

Damn it. I'm your father.

- Congrats on that realization.

- Tell me what you know.

So, what's her name?

All right. It's up to you.

- If it all goes wrong and you haven't...

- Her name is Klara.

- Klara... Klara what?

- Vernet.

That's it?

She was at the Le

Zen Hotel today.

There must be some secret

pervert club there.

That's news to me.

But I'll ask around. I

still know someone there.

Stay out of

everything else, okay?

Further snow showers are

expected in Berlin tonight.

So please drive carefully, or

make yourself comfortable at home.

It's 10:03 p.m. The next

news will be at 11:00 p.m.

Thank God. How are you feeling?

Shitty.

I feel sick. I threw up.

I can't go on. I am so tired.

Where are you now?

Where the Calendar k*ller

will never find me...

Why is this so important to you?

Why can't you just

leave me alone?

I'm sure you can't

imagine it, but...

I know exactly what

you're going through.

I've been on the phone with

women like you for a long time.

Women who were crying because their

men had beaten them half to death.

And were you able to help them?

I tried.

Over and over again.

But as soon as the

police arrived,

suddenly everything was only half as

bad, and the men got away with it.

I don't understand it.

Why do women put up with it?

Because they're

financially dependent.

Or they don't want to take

the kids from their dad.

Because they're ashamed.

Because they don't

know where to go.

Or they think they're to

blame for the beatings.

Because they're terrified it'll only

get worse, and they'll be k*lled.

Or the husband has some hold over

the woman and is blackmailing her.

Klara, put an end to this

misery, but don't end your life.

Why is it so important to

you? You don't know me at all.

I told you about my

daughter. Fabienne?

Yes.

Her mother k*lled herself.

Ever since that, Fabienne

hasn't been doing...

Why are you telling me all this?

To make me feel guilty?

No.

Her mother was in a clinic.

At first, it seemed

things would be okay.

The doctors at Berger Hof...

- That was the clinic she was in.

- Berger Hof?

- I was there, too.

- What? What for?

Dissociative disorders.

Sometimes, I see things

that aren't there.

- Were they able to help you?

- Yes, they did.

But I have to take medication.

And Martin threatens to have me

admitted again for every little thing.

Dajana suffered from

severe depression.

I had hoped that they would

be able to help her, but...

It was too late.

You're not the only one

who's been through hell.

Mommy! Please open the door!

Mommy! It's on fire!

Mommy!

Mommy!

We can't get out!

Hurry, there's a fire, and

I hear someone screaming.

It's a child.

The firefighters will be

there in under two minutes.

Do not open the door!

It could cause a back draft,

and you'll be in flames.

- Please leave the building.

- But what about the kid? The screams...

My colleagues will take care

of it. Please get out of there.

Just a moment.

- Yes?

- Incident command vehicle 26. Stelling.

Tannberg, what's going

on? There's nothing here.

- What do you mean?

- There's no fire anywhere here.

Okay.

- Mr. Damelow?

- Yes? Where are you?

There's no fire in

Brandenburgische Street.

What?

- That prank will be expensive.

- Oh, God.

I was in a panic, and I

gave you the wrong address.

- Where are you?

- I am so sorry.

I'm at 24 Prince Regent

Street. Third floor.

- Please repeat that.

- 24 Prince Regent Street. Hello?

Let me through! Damn it!

What happened?

Dajana locked up the

kids in their rooms.

She wanted to spare them the sight

of their dead mother in the bathtub.

My little ones tried

desperately to get out.

Fabienne managed to

hide in the closet.

She was taken to the hospital.

My son was probably playing

with a leftover birthday candle.

She must have noticed the smoke.

But it was too late.

She wanted to unlock the door.

But she had no strength left.

I am sorry.

Look at me.

Just a moment. I need

to check something.

Stay on the line.

Turn around!

Come over here.

Show your face.

Klara!

12-06 HIM OR YOU

Look at me. Look at me.

Now... turn around.

Show me your face.

Klara! Look at me!

Look at me! Look at me!

Turn around.

Now show me your face.

Klara!

Look at me!

Mommy?

Klara, I'm back.

Jules... he was here.

- He was here.

- Who?

The Calendar k*ller. He

was here in the cabin.

Listen. This is what we'll do.

I'll send a cab to

take you straight home.

Give me the address.

I'd rather take my car.

No, wait.

I'll send you something.

12-06 HIM OR YOU

Now they'll have to believe me.

The police and Martin.

He said it was just another

one of my delusions.

He asked how anyone would know

when I was in the parking garage.

Martin wanted to have me

readmitted to Berger Hof.

He has left you completely

alone with your fear.

The more I think about it...

the more I believe...

I believe that

Martin's behind it all.

Why?

He's the only one who

always knows where I am.

He knows the cabin.

He's got the videos.

He's using my

illness against me.

And on December 6...

We got married on December 6.

Please drive home right

away and get your child.

We'll meet in front

of your apartment.

I'll help you.

You don't know him.

He always wins.

Not this time.

Jules.

He's here.

Klara, is someone there?

Klara, tell me what's happening?

Klara, is there

someone in your house?

Can you hear me?

Is someone there?

Can you hear me?

Klara, please...

DECEMBER 6

- What?

- Is the woman still on the line?

Where are you?

I'm standing here

in front of Le Zen.

And you?

- Did you find out anything?

- The manager was beside himself.

Obviously, he's

going to deny it.

He would have told me. Trust me.

- Did you really look everywhere?

- Yes, there's nothing there.

Jules, do you hear me?

The woman lied to you.

Why should I believe

you more than her?

- Given all the times you lied to Mom...

- The woman is lying.

And I swear to you. Her

suicide story doesn't add up.

NETWORK NOT AVAILABLE

Klara!

This is Klara Vernet's voicemail.

Please leave a message after the beep.

Klara, please call me back.

Please. I'm begging you.

Hey!

Calm down. Just calm down.

Hey, calm down.

Hey, calm down!

I won't hurt you.

Come on. I'll help you.

I'm Hendrik.

Come on. I'll help you.

Come on.

Come. It's alright.

Klara!

It's Hendrik, right?

Just let me out somewhere

when we get to the city.

It looks like you need a doctor.

I'll get you to the next ER.

It's nice that you're

concerned. But I'm fine.

Just let me out

anywhere in the city.

NO NETWORK

How come you're driving around

at night in a Santa costume?

Bachelor's party.

I'm a stripper.

You should see my underpants.

Red with a white pom-pom in

front of the family jewels.

What? It pays the rent.

WALK ME HOME HELPLINE

3 MISSED CALLS

INCOMING CALL

Klara! Are you all

right? What happened?

I saw him.

The Calendar k*ller

was in our cabin.

But I made it out.

- Where are you now?

- On my way to the city. I got a ride.

- Who with?

- Santa Claus.

- Excuse me?

- Don't worry about it.

Listen. Martin must be on his way home.

I have to get to Amelie before him.

Please be careful.

You shouldn't trust

anyone tonight.

Daddy!

Please stay on the line. I

need to check on my daughter.

Mommy.

Daddy.

Is everything okay?

No. No, she is burning up.

I need to check if there's any

liquid fever medication left.

Mommy.

Mommy.

Daddy.

Mommy.

Can you sing?

- What?

- Sing?

Well...

Put the phone next

to Fabienne's ear.

Behold, the moon has risen

The golden stars, they glisten

Upon the heavens bright

The forests rest in shadows

And from the quiet meadows

White haze rises into the night

Dajana used to always

sing that to Fabienne.

Is she calmer now?

Yes, she is.

Thank you.

I can't leave Amelie all alone.

I have to be there for her.

I mustn't destroy her life.

I've let that happen

to me all these years.

I loved Martin.

But I can't do it anymore.

I have to go home

to my daughter...

and finally leave Martin.

I'll help you if you want.

I can make sure you

and Amelie are safe.

Just tell me where

you are and...

- I'll come.

- You've already helped me enough.

I have to do this alone.

And with the photo, I have

proof that the Calendar...

That I didn't just imagine it

all. Now they have to believe me.

Just another hour and

December 6 will be over.

My offer still stands.

Thank you, Jules.

My pleasure, Klara.

What was that all about?

The Calendar k*ller

is after you?

Can I get one of those?

Sure.

Another pack should be

in the box back there.

My first one in 15 years.

Do you have a light?

Where is it?

- Stop the car. Right now!

- Hey, calm down.

I always have the taser with me.

- Calm down!

- Open the door!

- Take it easy!

- Open!

I won't hurt you.

Okay?

Everything is fine. Really.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Hey, what...

Martin!

Stop it!

It wasn't nice of you

to take off earlier.

Get in!

- We can't just leave him. He'll freeze!

- Get in. Now!

Let go!

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You must have

known I'd find you.

Who was that?

I saw footprints in

front of the house.

Didn't you go into the bedroom?

The bedroom?

What's that?

A death threat from

the Calendar k*ller.

The Calendar k*ller?

Klara, don't start

with all that again.

I'll drive back there tomorrow.

If it's really written

there, I'll call the police.

But if you're just making it up again,

I'll take you back to Berger Hof.

I was in the garage.

I saw the tube.

Don't ever do that again.

What are you doing?

I'm checking if Vigo texted me.

I was thinking about us.

Last year, after I took

you to the ER in Potsdam...

When we went back home

and I cooked for you,

you asked me for the thousandth

time why I don't get therapy.

The truth is, I started therapy.

But the guy just reeled

off the usual spiel.

How I lacked confidence

because I had an a*usive father

and a mother who ran away.

I don't need a

therapist for that.

You see?

I have no problem saying it.

If there was a self-help group like the

AA where you had to introduce yourself,

I'd do it.

I'd stand up and say,

"Hello. My name is Martin.

I'm 44 and I beat my wife."

And that's supposed

to justify everything?

You need to stop

provoking me, Klara.

Provoking you?

- I'm provoking you?

- Yes.

How?

Why didn't you leave

a long time ago?

You just put up with it.

The beatings, the shouting.

You let it all happen, Klara.

Every punch, every kick.

Let it happen?

I let you...

drag me to that perverted club?

Let you offer me up...

to be whipped like

a piece of meat?

- Are you serious?

- I didn't say that.

But you make me angry so

often, just by being there.

How can I respect you if you

don't even respect yourself?

You scare the sh*t out

of me every day, Martin.

I know.

And I'm sorry about that.

Do you believe me?

Do you believe that I love you?

I'll tell you something.

You won't leave me!

Do you understand me?

Drive me home.

I want to be with my daughter.

I can help you.

So...

brace yourself

for what's coming.

You won't touch me

in front of Amelie.

Don't tell me what to do.

Never touch me again.

Klara!

Klara!

Vigo?

Vigo?

Behold, the moon has risen

The golden stars, they glisten

Upon the heavens bright

Amelie?

The forests rest in shadows

And from the quiet meadows

White haze rises into the night

Hello, Klara.

Jules?

What's wrong with Amelie?

Don't worry. She's fine.

Just a sleeping pill.

Where's Martin?

Where's Vigo?

Let's leave her bedroom.

Or she'll wake up.

Jules, why are you here?

Let her sleep.

12-06 HIM OR YOU

Please don't.

It's time.

Where's your husband?

Please.

Let me show you something.

I saw everything he did to you.

There are cameras in every room.

What I saw is unbearable.

Drop it.

Don't make it so difficult.

Ten minutes left.

Now it's Klara or Martin.

So, where is he?

Jules...

It's close to midnight.

I told you I'm leaving Martin.

Why does he have to die?

I just want to leave him

and take Amelie with me.

Why do you still

stand up for him?

You know he deserves it.

Jules, stop this madness.

The madness is what

you let him do to you.

Where is your husband?

Now it's your chance to take

back control of your life.

It's him or you.

Four more minutes.

You have to k*ll him.

Stay quiet.

And Fabienne?

What happened to Fabienne?

Fabienne is dead.

She didn't make it.

She died in the hospital.

You have to get this

b*stard out of your life.

And then?

What happens then? You

can't just let me go.

Trust me.

I have a plan.

I'm on your side.

It's 11.57 p.m.

You will k*ll him.

Or I will k*ll you.

Three minutes.

Take it.

- I can't do it. Please.

- Come on.

Jules, please.

Think of everything

he did to you.

This man made your

life a living hell!

Do you even realize the

chance I'm giving you?

Two minutes.

Jules, please...

- What?

- Don't you...

Don't you understand?

Martin's death won't

bring Dajana back.

Well...

That's true.

You're smart.

So was Dajana.

But what she went through as

a child, her father's abuse,

a mother who kept quiet

and looked the other way...

It broke her.

And when she took her own life, she

took my children's lives with her.

And she took mine, too.

I do what I do to

give women like you

the chance to fight back.

One minute.

You can do it.

Think of Amelie.

She needs you.

But not a father like him.

I'm sorry.

Okay, please...

Be still.

How? Where?

The carotid artery.

Like this?

Yes.

Forgive me.

Klara!

You two deserve each other.

He's my son.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to protect

you from him.

But I was too late.

I was too late.

I recognized his

handwriting on TV.

- How did he survive that?

- A nightmare.

It must have been a nightmare.

Yes, you could say that.

My wife and I were

incredibly lucky.

It was unimaginable.

And our daughter

is still so young.

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I ask you to switch off

your phones and take your seats.

We will now begin with the award for

outstanding achievements in service.

I'm delighted to be representing

our Senator of the

Interior, Dr. Herrmann,

who, as you know,

is still recovering,

in presenting these

special medals of honor

to ten of our service officers.

Last year, we had...

Hello. My name is Martin.

I'm 44 and I beat my wife.

You let it all happen, Klara.

Every punch, every kick.

Drag me to that perverted club?

Are you serious?

You won't leave me!

Do you understand me?

You see? I have no problem...

In view of the fact that we...

you make me angry so

often just by being there.

You just put up with it.

Hello. My name is Martin. I'm...

What's going on?

If you don't even

respect yourself?

Mr. Vernet.

We are taking you into custody.

Criminal charges have been filed

against you for sexual as*ault,

serious bodily harm, coercion,

and insult on a sexual basis.

I would ask you, in your own interest,

to follow us without causing a scene.

What are you doing?

I'm checking if Vigo texted me.

LATEST ISSUE 5 YEARS

FOR MARTIN VERNEThis story is fictional.

Nevertheless, intimate partner

violence is a cruel reality.

In Germany, one in four women

experiences physical or sexual violence

in their relationship at

least once in their life.

Women from all social

classes are affected.