How far have we come?
It's been 20 years now
to the month.
We lost our youngest son in the school shooting.
In the beginning, there was very little.
Not even hope.
Now we have more than enough hope to go around.
It took a while to convince companies to open offices here, to put down roots.
Once they saw rates of absence due to sickness or problems at home
dwindling to practically nothing...
...and employee happiness and productivity soar...
...companies flocked here.
Not only is unemployment no longer a problem.
There's no homelessness. No one's ever forgotten or ignored.
Pay bands mean that higher earners can still live the life they want,
while lower earners don't have to make impossible choices.
Concordia puts half of its profits back into the community.
To support community initiatives.
Or to encourage and support local businesses with seed money.
In Concordia, we try to help each other up,
so we can rise and stand together.
We are only at our strongest, when we support our weakest.
In Concordia, no dream is ever too big.
- When you see our hand outstretched... - ...we hope you take it.
To join in everything we've experienced and enjoyed.
We hope you stand with us, as we turn to communities after you and say...
- Bem-vindo a Concordia. - Concordia yokoso.
Marhaba ela Concordia.
Bienvenue à Concordia.
Concordia mein aap sabhi ka swaagat hai.
Welcome to Concordia.
Go.
Breakfast on the table.
We're reading, love.
It's just getting to the good bit.
I'm going to need a few more hangers,
unless you want my things laid out everywhere.
Sure, I'll grab some. Anything else?
I could do with something a little more challenging.
Go! You gotta go. You gotta go.
- Shit. I left my computer upstairs. - I'll get it.
- Good morning. - Morning.
I was hoping to grab a moment with Thea.
I know you probably don't wanna see me right now, so sorry to barge in.
- It's fine. - Isabelle left before I got up.
I called. She's not answering. Thought she might be with you.
No, haven't seen her. Everything okay?
Yeah, all good.
I have to go to HQ. Maybe she's there with Mathilde. If you see her...
Could you take my remote drive back to A.J.?
Isabelle was meant to bring it back, but didn't.
- Isabelle had your drive? - She wanted a final look.
- When? - Yesterday.
Sure, I can take it.
Did she find anything on it?
Don't think so.
She was going through Oliver's video game activity.
It's downstairs, the drive.
Okay. I'll grab it on my way out.
I didn't know what to do or where to go.
But I made this,
so if you're watching it, then...
I'm probably already gone.
But the things he was saying, thinking of doing,
you should have told me to report it.
I wasn't the one treating him.
You're not innocent in this.
In any of this.
In the lives we...
- I did it for you. - No, Peter.
You did it for yourself.
Fucking hell.
Fucking monsters, both of them.
What do we do?
I don't know.
It's a fucking minefield.
A private conversation between a patient and her psychiatrist.
But she wasn't his patient at the time.
She could claim she was. It won't stand up in court.
The way you got that footage, and how Oliver got hold of it.
Her lawyers would get it thrown out as evidence.
But what Oliver did wasn't illegal.
There is no law in Concordia against hacking the system.
Because those who created the system said it was impossible.
- They're admitting they did it. - Admitting what?
Inciting violence, encouraging Jesper to...
It won't stand up in court.
Besides, Peter Blom is dead.
Juliane can spin the conversation. There is no one to contradict her.
Even if the footage was accepted as evidence,
it wouldn't be considered murder.
There's probably nothing she can be convicted of.
You're right.
When you confronted her,
did she say anything about Oliver Miller?
No.
Do you think she could have been behind his murder?
I really don't know.
She had more motive than the Faceless.
I find it hard to believe that she would have had Oliver killed.
- And Peter? - What do you mean?
Peter and Oliver were the only people
who knew the truth about the school shooting and they're both dead.
When am I getting the network reports?
A.J.?
Who told you to restrict Oliver Miller's files?
I don't need permission to restrict the files. I'm the CTO.
That's not what I mean. Someone asked you to do it.
Fuck off, Noah.
You really think I only act on other people's orders?
This isn't a library for people to come, look at whatever they like.
Oliver sabotaged the system,
compromised the safety of every single person in our town,
sold us out to a bunch of terrorists.
Forgive me for protecting everything that keeps Concordia running.
Oliver Miller should be the least of anyone's concern.
Oliver's files, did you restrict them
before or after you got a seat on the board?
Move on, Noah.
A.J.
You're full of shit, you know that, right?
This is yours, by the way.
You might want to wipe that.
Isabelle was reviewing Oliver's files on it
after you took them off the main system.
Now tell me,
who told you to restrict access to those files?
- Keep the change. - Thanks. Have a nice day.
What is going on?
I've seen the comm lines.
Leon, they're saying that we're trying to kill Hanna Bremer.
Desperate times...
We've never done anything like this. Never.
It's just not what we stand for.
A cause is valued by how far you are prepared to go for it, Tess.
I want you to move on. I've already moved the others.
We can't risk all being in one place.
There's a safe house over the border. You'll be better off there.
You and...
Elodie.
Yeah, you want to take responsibility for her...
so be it.
- What the fuck are you doing? - I need a pee.
Christ. Jesus.
Seriously?
Shit.
- No! No! No! - Stop.
- Stop. Stop. - Okay. Okay.
- Are you good? - Okay.
I'm calm.
Stop!
It's interesting. A lot of the known profiles have gone offline.
And yet?
The chatter is picking up.
If anything, they're doing less to hide it.
You want to tell me something. What's your gut telling you?
Well, Thea...
I think what your gut is telling you is far more important right now.
Are you saying the Faceless are bluffing?
- They're not planning to kill Hanna? - I am.
Why?
There's too much chatter. Like they want us to know what they're planning.
They're running out of options. Nothing has stuck.
The hack, the dark money. There's just "FUD":
fear, uncertainty and doubt.
By raising the spectre of an assassination,
they're hoping Hanna will back off.
Juliane?
Could she?
Back off?
I think we have to talk to her.
Thea, if you could join me.
Explain your read of the situation.
If you think it'd help.
I do.
What we're seeing is breadcrumbing:
they're leading us to the conclusion they want us to draw.
That said, there's still a risk, no matter how small.
I don't know if you have a security detail...
I never needed one. Not while I'm here.
Travelling sometimes, rarely.
It might be a good idea to have them standing by.
I'll speak to Ulf about it.
I would scale back the announcement celebration
in both Concordia and Kopwitz to minimise the risk.
If something were to happen, the fewer people there, the better.
Changing the invitation to an online link.
It's possible, of course.
But the optics of a step-down...
One week from now, all people will be talking about is the expansion,
not the pre-party.
From my viewpoint, the press photos aren't worth it.
Juliane, do you agree?
- I do. - Fine.
Then it will just be our core expansion team there with me.
I won't deny them that.
Make sure you keep me informed.
We will, thank you.
Bye.
We're scaling back the launch on both sides.
A final assault is still possible.
Marco, pull any resources you can get access to.
Any assets you have, engage them.
Don't worry about the cost.
Same goes for you, Adrian. Consider all limits removed.
Nothing should come in the way of us finding their hideout.
You two picked up on this threat together. Work closely on it.
Coordinate your people.
Works for me.
I'm confident they're still here in Leipzig.
We just need to tighten our net.
Quickly. If the Faceless are smart, they'll scatter to the wind.
The clock is ticking.
Let's put this to bed, once and for all.
A.J., it's Noah.
I'm with my mum and...
we have a few things to discuss.
So, if you get an alert, ignore it.
Also, if you get any other alerts from any meetings or conversations
that I might have over the next couple of days, if you could do the same.
Okay, goodbye, A.J.
You restricted access to Oliver's files.
I did.
Burying some footage for a seat on the board is a good deal for A.J.
- Does Isabelle know? - What Oliver had found? Yes.
Does she think Oliver brought it to you?
No.
Did he bring it to you?
He did.
Why?
To warn me about what he had done.
To see if I could protect him.
So Oliver Miller was killed because of what he found out?
Yes.
- Did you... - Shoot him?
No.
But the person who did, did it on my orders.
And Peter?
Peter, I killed myself. There was no other way.
It was painless. I made sure of that.
Why didn't you come to me?
Mum, there's enough blood on your hands already, isn't there?
If the truth had come out now, everything you fought for,
struggled to achieve would've been for nothing.
Concordia is bigger than me. It could have survived.
You do not believe that.
If you did, you would have let Peter confess.
Oliver and Peter would still be alive and your hands would still be clean.
Maybe, yes, maybe.
But that was not a risk I was prepared to take.
For you, or myself.
This town died once.
Did you really want to see it die a second time?
Have it become a byword for all that's evil,
everything the Faceless believe it is?
Stopping Peter, you did the right thing.
I convinced myself of that once, Noah.
I think I can't do that again.
It's done now, Mum. It's over.
We move on.
What if the answer's been in front of us the whole time?
Remind me what the question was.
How do we all live in one place, as a family,
where all our needs and ambitions are met?
- Most of the time, anyway. - Right, that question.
Yeah.
I know it's not the South of France,
but it is safe, it's friendly, it's inviting.
Talon can run free the way we did once upon a time.
Mum can get the support she needs without consuming us.
You can have more time for your work, for yourself.
Okay, okay, okay.
So, that's Talon, your mum, me.
And what about the fourth musketeer?
Where will she be all this time?
Be right here.
As often as I can be.
Wait, wait, wait.
"As often as I can be"?
Your job here is over, right?
Juliane has asked me to coordinate the roll out after Kopwitz.
Okay.
- You're going to work for Juliane? - Just for a while. Fatemah's agreed.
She thinks it'd be good to have someone on board
to lead the global strategy for other cities.
Global strategy sounds like more travel, more time away from home, not less.
No, I can negotiate a travel schedule that works for us.
Come on.
You said it yourself, we need a change.
Yes, we do.
And I want to consider anything to keep us all together, but...
I'm not sure you do.
Or that you can change.
If I want us to work...
and I do...
then I have to change.
And I believe this is our chance.
So what should I tell the agent?
Dis-lui de...
Dis-lui, oh dis-lui
Dis-lui c'est important
I don't know what that means.
- You are impossible. - I know.
She told you.
Yes.
Look, I think somewhere I always wondered...
how... how hard my mother fought to get the town on board,
how many times they voted it down,
how the shooting suddenly made it possible.
But I swear to God, I swear to God,
I never imagined that Peter would encourage the boy,
that my mother wouldn't try to stop him.
Izzi. Izzi, please, Izzi.
What they did...
it was unspeakable.
Unspeakable. I cannot defend it. I cannot defend it.
But, babe, if Concordia fails, then the one chance, okay,
the only chance we have to make something good come out of this dies.
We cannot let that happen.
We have to put it behind us.
- Behind us? - Yes, so we can move on.
Oliver Miller, Noah.
That wasn't 20 years ago.
It wasn't some momentary lapse of judgment, of grief.
It was calculated, premeditated. It was murder.
- She had nothing to do with it. - Okay.
It was the Faceless. Their fingerprints are all over it.
- I don't believe it was the Faceless. - No, listen. Let me... It's not just me.
It's the conclusion we came to.
- What Gothenburg police concluded. - I don't think it was the Faceless.
- You know more than us? - No.
- What, then? - I don't know... I just...
- I don't believe it. - Why?
Everything I believed in, everything I moved back here
to be a part of is a lie.
I saw my friends die.
Your mum could have stopped it, but she didn't.
She didn't.
I don't care what it was for, what she's done to try to make up for it,
what you want to tell yourself to excuse it.
I was the one who picked up a gun and shot that poor sick kid!
And don't tell me how many lives I saved.
I killed someone.
Someone whose life your mum and Peter decided was theirs to throw away.
It is not behind me, Noah.
And I don't think it's ever going to be.
Where are you going to go?
I don't mean to be unfair, I...
I know how tough this must be for you.
I know you're not responsible for any of it.
But I can't stay here.
Not now, knowing what I know.
I'm sorry.
Too many times in history have people who have disagreed
turned to violence to have their grievances heard.
And too many times have those violent dissenters
gotten their way.
But the words that matter,
the words we have heard are the words of the people of Kopwitz,
who have spoken in the best way possible:
with their votes.
So, for all out there who would seek to overturn their vote,
to silence their voices, I want you to hear my words.
We're not going to run scared.
We're not going to be intimidated
by threats,
real or imagined.
Kopwitz is stepping into the modern world.
And there is nothing that can be said or done that will stop us.
This is bullshit.
They're daring you to do something, but you can't.
We have other plans in motion.
We just need to let them play out.
I'll arrange a train ticket for you to collect from the station.
And Elodie?
She's been given too many chances.
Leon...
Tessa, what... Come on.
Would you be willing to risk all the other operatives?
Ourselves? Only for her?
Because I would not.
So you just have to ask yourself
if you can live with what has to be done.
And if not, that's okay. You just go now.
Don't look back. Try to wipe it from your mind.
It's okay. It's up to you.
What the fuck...
- Marco. - Tessa Vogel's phone went online.
I'm sending you the location.
I'm close.
- Adrian. - We have a location for Tessa Vogel.
Marco is notifying the German police.
- Will you get there before them? - I will.
Do you want me to take care of it like before?
Yes, like before.
Hey, Elodie.
I just want to say I'm truly sorry. I really am.
I hope you know that.
Listen, this is not your fault.
But it doesn't matter. It is what it is. Hey, hey, sit still.
Okay.
I just hope this makes it easier for you.
No, please.
No, no, no. You don't have to do it. Please.
- Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up now. - Please don't do it.
- Shut up. Shut up. - No.
- Tessa, do something. - Leon.
It's over. If you want to survive this, you need to go.
What the fuck?
Tessa!
No. No. Please, please. No.
Tessa.
We need to go. We need to go.
We need to go. We need to go, Tessa.
It's okay. It's okay. Okay? Come, come.
Move forward. Let's go.
This is the police! Put the gun down. Put the gun down!
Get on your knees. Get on your knees.
Put the gun down.
I just got word back from Leipzig.
Their leader and Tessa Vogel, both were shot.
They're in hospital under police guard.
What about Elodie Cailleux?
The police are still looking for her. They don't think she'll have gotten far.
Shit.
And Adrian? Is he on it?
I'm sorry.
Adrian didn't make it.
We'll find Elodie. We won't let his loss be in vain.
I didn't know what to do or where to go.
But now you know, too.
Hi.
I checked traffic cameras.
No indication Peter went further than the lake the day he died.
- Okay. - And no CCTV picked him up.
In Gothenburg or anywhere else.
He didn't meet anyone beforehand. Definitely not Juliane.
And?
Did he always go running at the same time?
Yes, seven days a week, every morning.
Why?
I checked the phone tower near the lake
to see when it last picked up Peter's phone signal.
Okay. And?
The last signal matches the time of death.
I checked Juliane's phone signal. She wasn't in the area.
What are you trying to tell me?
I checked some other phone numbers.
I got one match.
A phone at the lake the same time that Peter died.
Whose?
Oskar, whose phone was it?
- Oskar? - Isa...
It was Noah's.
I checked with the coroner.
There were no signs of struggle, nothing to say it wasn't suicide.
But there was no reason to believe Peter's death could have been murder.
So they can't rule it out.
The fact that Noah was at the lake,
that he didn't mention it...
She's not coming back?
No.
Did she tell you?
Why she left?
Does it matter?
That's a question for you.
I'm more interested in the future than the past.
20 years ago, a school shooting
took 22 lives
and shattered the town of Skällrea.
It was the final nail in the coffin of a dying town.
A town where the jobs had fled and the people with them.
A town without hope, without a future, without life.
From those ashes, Concordia was born.
A new town built on the ruins of the old.
A town conceived to ensure the safety,
health, economic well-being and personal freedom
of all who lived there.
And today, two decades later...
I'm pleased to welcome
the town and people of Kopwitz.
And to thank our new partners in this great project:
Hanna Bremer, Saxony minister president.
And to thank all those who worked alongside her
to give flight to our dream.
Walls cannot keep us safe...
no matter how high or strong or thick.
Nor can any camera,
no matter how many or how sophisticated.
What keeps us safe
is the life we create together.
A life of shared values.
Progressive.
Inclusive.
Open.
Which values human dignity above all else.
For there is nothing more important to the human spirit...
than being valued and respected...
for what you are...
what you believe in.
And treating other people the way we would like to be treated ourselves.
A life in which we can discover...
that we have far more in common
than that which divides us.