Herr and Frau Schmidt are having breakfast. Herr Schmidt doesn't want to go to work - he has a "terrible headache". Somebody rings the doorbell and a man enters, introducing himself as "Olaf from Head Office". The Schmidts find themselves in a precarious position; are they being watched? Has all their personal data been filed? Is the game up? Olaf takes a seat in the living-room - the Schmidts confer in the kitchen and come up with a devilish idea...