Die Wilden Kerle | Staffel 1 | Folge 6 | Die 8 Dimension | HD

May the others be stronger, we'll still be standing longer, even if we are afraid.

Be wild, you'll never run alone, be wild, in the eye of the storm, be wild, and you're always the winner.

Be wild!

Ah, I knew right away that wouldn't go in.

Cross it and it's shit again.

Oh no, try again.

Damn it! The goal is completely rotten!

The whole field is completely rotten.

Yes, worse than a rotting pirate captain's jawbone at the bottom of the sea.

Yes!

I'm not a great goalkeeper, but my reflexes are good, right?

Yeah, Markus still has something to learn there.

Where is Markus anyway? He's never late.

I wasn't at practice because my father had decided to ruin my life that day.

How do you think you'll play with the Wild Ones again?

Our bet was if you lose to 1. FC, then football is definitely over.

And you lost, didn't you?

My father would always be against football.

Markus, I know you have a good touch for the ball.

I just don't want you to waste your time with these numbskulls playing football.

If you played tennis, like me, you'd be just as successful.

And you all by yourself.

Yeah, sure.

That's your future.

Just forget about the Wild Ones already.

I hate tennis and I'll always hate it.

And I hate these discussions.

So let's put an end to it.

I have to go to the bank now.

And you're coming with.

Why would I go there?

Have you forgotten that again?

Your football idol Erol Yildiz.

He still owes me an autograph session for the "Wild Kids" jerseys.

I would have preferred a tennis star, but so be it.

Hello? Hello? Markus, where are you? Why aren't you here yet?

You're in trouble. What is it and where are you?

In the bank.

Damn it!

We have to rescue Markus from his father's bank.

Does he want to lock him in his vault now, or what?

Hey, my father is giving his autograph session there today.

Damn chicken poop, let's go then!

Ehol! Ehol, yeah!

Ehol! Ehol! Ehol!

That's nice.

That's nice.

Welcome to "Money Meets Football."

As bank director, I would like to welcome you all.

Especially our guest of honor today, the fantastic striker of 1. FC, Erol Yildiz.

I'm known not only as a patron of sports, but also as an active athlete.

Especially in tennis, a sport to which I still feel intensely connected every minute.

We have a quick question.

If you are really such a great friend of sports, why do you forbid your own son to play football?

I have absolutely nothing against football itself.

I just want my son to be successful in an official league with a real club team.

If you can manage that by the start of the season...

What?

Then I will gladly give Markus my blessing.

But only then.

But the league games are starting next week.

Isn't that way too late for registration?

We'll manage, no matter what.

We're playing in the league next season.

And Markus is playing too.

So, that was the football association.

You can actually play in the 8th Youth Division this season.

But?

For that, we need a league-worthy pitch.

In the 8th dimension? Awesome! Monster-grenade awesome!

Just patching up the old kick-around field won't be enough. This has to be a real gem, guys! You mean with a grandstand and everything, and floodlights? I only have

All that and more!

Ah, there.

But in the end, someone from the building department has to look at it and approve it.

And it has to be done in five days.

Hippopotamus Bull Propeller Tail Shit!

In just five days?

Well, goddamn it! In five days, this kick-around field will be the best stadium in the world.

Hey Leon, it's all good.

As long as you're wild!

Over the next few days, we worked every free second.

And in every damn weather.

Go!

In the middle of the renovation, we found a strange treasure on the soccer field.

Four old animal skulls were buried under the goalposts.

Otter, fox, beaver, and lynx.

Someone must have buried these skulls here intentionally.

After the night we finally finished,

the day of the building inspection arrived.

What purpose do these four towers actually serve?

Do you know, these are the four pillars of our central, decentralized security concept

for the perfectly observing surveillance of the inner and outer area without railings.

Aha.

Why is he taking so long?

I don't have the slightest clue.

Spectator access, field distance to the fence, lines, goal size.

Well, to be honest, I have to say, you have really done a bang-up job.

This is an impeccable sports facility. And even this old Pontiac.

Yes, Pontiac, even that fits in. Congratulations, your place is as good as approved.

Yes, apart from a few minor details.

On the southeast tower, there are still two boards missing.

And here and over there, a few nails are sticking out too far for me.

But you can do that with your eyes closed and it's just a mere formality now.

Let's say, tomorrow at the same time.

Uh, this watch?

Yes.

Oh, no.

Especially in tennis.

A sport that I still feel connected to every minute.

Good day.

Hello Edgar, the pitch is as good as accepted.

It's just a mere formality, Klump said.

Excuse me, uh, who?

Oh, some guy from the building authority.

What's crazy is, he has the same watch as my father.

Well, then I must congratulate you, you did a good job.

We'll manage with the soccer field.

Now listen to me, Tomer. I'm an official building inspector. I don't take bribes.

No, no. Who's talking about bribery? I just want to give you something back.

Something worth far more than money.

At least to you, my friend.

Worth more than...

You don't mean...

You're not offering me the...

Yes, exactly.

I know how much it means to you.

But you weren't interested back then.

Times were tough, and you sold it to me.

But now I could do without it.

And what do you want for it? You always want something. No, I don't want anything. I'm just worried about that field you visited today. The old root. The children worked hard on it.

Yes, but children are children. And a turnip field is a turnip field.

So you don't want them to play there?

I just don't want them to get hurt out there. I don't want my boy to waste his time there.

And I want you to get something back that means a lot to you.

Something that means a lot to me.

Well, there's still one possibility.

I could demand an emergency exit from you that opens at the push of a button.

You can't possibly conjure up something like that so quickly out there in the wilderness.

Well, wonderful, dear friend.

And if all this works out, then the thing belongs to you again.

What will he demand?

An emergency exit that opens at the push of a button.

Where are we supposed to get something like that?

And why would that oaf do something like that?

My father promised him something for it. But what, I don't know.

Damn it! That bastard. And now?

Good heavens, what's wrong with you all?

Then we'll build him a push-button emergency exit.

No problem.

We both should find out what's behind this.

What it was exactly about, I mean.

When your father and Mr. Klump were on the phone.

Okay. And how?

I still don't get it.

So, the bottom planks are loose and secured with ropes.

Then we mount a winch on top of the fence and let the other end of the rope hang down.

And as you can see from the rope, the whole plank wall is automatically pulled up.

Done.

Oh man, this is the solution!

Yeah, not bad, Rabanne. But unfortunately, not at the push of a button.

Uh, uh.

So your father and Mr. Klump know each other. But how?

Mr. Klump has a wristwatch. And it's the same one as my father's.

The one that looks like a tennis ball.

Of course. So they know each other from the tennis club.

That's a lead. Well then, let's go.

At the push of a button. With a kick, so to speak.

Hey, I've got it! Energy transfer!

This is either the most brilliant or the most idiotic idea ever. The main thing is that you yourself figure it out.

Okay, let's just try it.

Rabanne, tell us what we should do.

First, we need strong ropes and planks and boards for the ramp.

The bandage will be over there.

So, and not always with the topspin today.

Also think about the backhand slice.

And then straight to the net. Alright?

So that's how they know each other.

Klump is the coach at your father's tennis club.

And don't forget, not always topspin today and lots more backhand sweat.

And then into the nest with it. As always.

Man, they really don't get the joke here.

I told you so.

Don't you dare fail now!

Yeah!

Everyone wants the glory for themselves.

You'd have to be able to play first for that.

I'll show you how it's done.

Phew, that was close.

What does my father have that Mr. Klump wants so badly?

Is he a real trophy collector, this Mr. Klump?

Hey, Markus.

What?

Look at this.

Hey, I know that trophy.

And I know the picture too.

From home, but without Mr. Klump.

I have to see that.

Come on, let's go to your place then.

And just make sure the mounting angle is correct.

Otherwise, the holding eyes will jam, and the whole thing will blow up in our faces.

It's okay, Rabban. It'll work out.

The trophy is gone.

Just like you said.

We have to take the photo with us.

And did we now build an emergency exit? Yes, we built an emergency exit. And it opens at the push of a button. Well, almost. It's so secret that this Mr. Klump will never approve it in his life.

Now it was especially up to Jojo and me. I had no other choice. I would have to talk a mile a minute.

What do you want here?

I implore you.

On such an important occasion, a father should stand by his son.

After all, it's about his athletic future.

Well, look at that, another surprise here.

So, as sorry as I am, the approval for your pitch won't happen after all,

because...

Excuse me, Mr. Klump.

We'd like to show you two things now.

Oh yeah?

Firstly, the emergency exit, which they'll demand from us any minute now.

And it opens at the push of a button.

Uh, all at once.

How did you know that?

And secondly, we wanted to show you what my father thinks of teamwork, this picture also hung...

with us, but he was completely alone in it, they were thrown away, so he alone, understand?

Then your father will surely manage this thing on his own too, and

by the way, your pitch is hereby approved, and good luck in the eighth division, dimension, whatever it is.

Goalkeeper of the Wild Things! Forever and ever!

Yeah!

Great!

This stupid piece of crap!

The paint is peeling off.

Our pitch was now officially approved for league games.

But the most important thing was still missing.

First, we conquered this pitch.

Against the invincible Winners.

And then we made this pitch the best soccer stadium in the world.

For Markus and for our first season in the Eighth Dimension. All clear?

And now we'll make sure this pitch stays ours. Forever and ever.

What do you have there?

I'm giving my left shoe.

I scored the winning goal against the invincible Winners with it back then.

With my weaker foot.

My sports bag with stickers from all the clubs I played for before the wild ones.

The magic lamp that gave us the idea for our logo.

The pink glitter pumps I shot myself onto the team with.

The death tennis ball, wrapped in the newspaper photo of us,

which we used to challenge the first FC.

What is it, Jojo? Does this have something to do with us too?

Of course! You can bet ten times concentrated water cobra venom on it.

This is the pot from the orphanage, which I always climb out of the kitchen window,

when I have to sneak out to the wild ones in the evening. Like today.

That's a real devil of a pot. A devil's pot.

Yes, I thought so too. So our soccer field should be called that, you think?

Yes, and every team that comes here will wet themselves with fear.

I give my ball, which Willi spray-painted wild black before the game against the invincible victors.

with which we conquered this place.

The devil's pot.

The first game in the devil's pot ended in a nightmare.

For our opponents.

Into a foster family?

Jojo, stay here!

Screw it!

We have to help Jojo.

Had a nightmare there last night.

That's not a dog.

That's a werewolf.

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