Against the wall! Now! Against the wall!
- Hurry up! - Calm down, dude.
Get back! Come on! Untie her. Go! Hands behind your heads.
One sound and I'll shoot you all! Spread your legs! Do it!
Hands behind your heads! Right now, hurry!
You piece of shit. I'll fuck you up!
I'm walking to the street. I can see them!
TWO SIDES OF THE ABYSS
AT THE SHORES OF THE DARKEST RIVER
Last night never happened, okay? Promise me.
I don't remember anything anyway...
Hey, everything's gonna be okay.
So, nothing happened? Or did they do something to me?
We found you before they could. I swear.
- I'll never forget this. Thank you. - It's okay.
Everyone thinks I'm just a bitch. But you know who I really am.
Mats, everyone thinks something. Who gives a shit?
We gotta stick together.
You can always tell me everything too, right?
Sure.
Mathilda?
Yeah?
1 MESSAGE FROM MATS:
TWO DEAD AFTER A SHOOTING
- Hey! Sweetheart! - Hey, dad.
- So, how was it? - What?
Luca's farewell party. It was yesterday, right?
- Yeah. - Are you sad?
Hey...
Come here.
Rock, paper, scissors.
You like him quite a bit, huh?
My darling...
You can visit him if you want. On weekends, or holidays...
I'll even buy you the ticket.
Thank you, dad.
Daddy, let's go!
Yeah, strap yourselves in, you two! Come on.
- Morning. - Morning.
- There's the pig. - We'll kill him.
- Let's get the guns first. - Wait until the dagos are gone.
- He's spotted us. - Who cares?
- Who is that? - Wait and see.
Here. For you!
This one sure lasted a while.
Sorry, this is just shit from China, all glued up.
You like screws better, right?
- Just the ones from Stornbeck, Luise. - I know that very well.
And so will my Belgian colleagues soon.
You just lost your job over this!
Is it really worth it, Luise?
Fuck you!
Fuck.
You're gonna have to come with us. You're a flight risk.
And why?
Unlawful possession of a firearm and bodily harm resulting in death.
A bit much for parole, I'm afraid.
Yes!
We checked his provider data. Harmless.
Not only did he slim down considerably, he also learned to cover his tracks.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
What are you going to do?
Drill a hole in the man's skull.
You don't like to owe your good friend Erik anything. Do you?
- It's out of battery. - Go ahead, Dennis. I'm all ears.
Saturday night. The man you shot in the femoral artery with your handgun.
He bled out.
I didn't do it.
You locked up two witnesses in the room with the injured man.
Those jerks are trying to frame me! It was Erik!
It's his gun. He shot it!
Then Vadim's men pulled him onto the roof, and off he went.
- Did you actually see that? - I saw them dragging him up to the roof.
And shortly afterwards I saw Erik lying on the street.
Then I ran away. Just before you guys showed up.
There's another thing.
What?
If what you said really happened, then you have to cooperate.
Otherwise you'll go back to prison today.
You will serve your remaining sentence,
and at least two to three more years on top of that.
They hid weapons and booby traps at the recycling center.
In the back. Inside the first white container.
- Who did? - Well, Erik!
And Vadim and his fucking skinheads. They are all fascists!
They're going to Saint Petersburg,
to some training camps for the "final battle"!
Nothing.
Boss?
Dennis wasn't lying.
- Who is this? - Taio Achebe.
He works here. He was hiding.
Well, why were you hiding?
Jackpot.
1 MESSAGE FROM MAMA
DENNIS IS IN CUSTODY.
HIS PROBATION SENTENCE HAS BEEN SUSPENDED.
COME AND VISIT ME AGAIN SOMETIME. MOM.
- Hello? - This is Ardan.
- Who... Who is this? - Ardan.
I was supposed to call you.
Is he gone already?
He's taking a nap. Room 47.
There you are.
Ardan, I...
I'm sorry, I just had to...
There's something you should know.
Let's sleep.
Are you sure?
What's this? Are you crazy? Go back!
Careful, Achmed.
Get away from there.
Everybody listen.
Hey! Turn your fucking machine off, Jamaal!
Show us how milling works. Jewish pig.
Come on, do it!
You can stab a German girl, but you're too dumb to mill?
What do we do to our nation's traitors?
Lick it up.
Lick it up, you Jewish pig!
You look like a beetle. Like a big fat beetle!
Take the hammer.
- Too exhausted. - Get up.
Thanks, Bernd.
Get well soon.
Come on! Get back to work!
Get your paws off my stuff!
Dude, you're so annoying.
You actually Jewish? Or did the fascist just say that?
What?
- No. - I don't give a fuck what you are.
But if you plan on making it in here,
you'd better get your head out of your plump butt.
Good night. And you'd better not fart.
Hey.
Morning. I didn't wanna wake you.
That's exactly what someone who was trying to flee would say.
Hey.
What are you doing today?
I'm going home, and then I'll clean up, and then...
- I'll wait for you there. - No way.
Give the two of us a chance.
Take care of yourself, Luise.
You're the only one who can.
Lucky they didn't catch him filming them.
We have to let Dennis go. It's no use. But first I'll have another go at him.
What does the secret service say about meetings
between German neo-Nazis and the Russian Reich movement?
- It's been known for a while. It was... - Known for a while? What do you mean?
This is an international right-wing extremist terrorist organization
that wants to enforce the "supremacy of the white race". Worldwide!
We're the Criminal Investigation Department
and investigate capital crimes.
If you intend on fighting fascist terrorist organizations in the future,
which is absolutely honorable,
you must change departments.
Your colleague, Erik Ludwig,
just happened to be the instructor at the correctional facility
where you were incarcerated.
Only until 2017, however, when he was fired.
Do you have any idea why?
After your release, you applied for a job at the recycling yard.
Was that the deal?
Ludwig gets you a job and you continue to cover up his dirty deeds?
Nonsense.
What do you mean, deal?
Your cellmate Jamaal happened to die under mysterious circumstances.
Yeah. A tragic accident.
Just like Erik Ludwig.
Strange, isn't it?
Why?
Vadim's people are denying they helped, and we've got nothing to disprove it.
So Ludwig must have fallen off the roof.
He did have a lot to drink, right?
You may leave.
Cool piece.
What?
Your ring.
It's my lucky charm.
It's gotta be way thinner than this.
Come on! Hurry up!
It's broken!
- Everything okay? - I'm scared that Vadim will show up.
He won't. They're all in prison now.
We're safe, okay?
- How are you holding up? - I'm okay.
- You still in touch with Luca? - He disappeared.
- I'm sorry. - It's totally fine.
Luca was a mistake. Like most guys.
Come with me to the Black Forest!
My grandparents would love to have you. We could go skiing or snowboarding.
Sweet of you, but I have to take care of my brothers.
Well, then... Enjoy the holidays, okay?
Hey, I'll send you some pics from the slopes!
Cool.
Hey!
- I haven't heard from you. - Dennis.
- Wanna sit down for a minute? - No.
I just wanna show you something. And you wanna see this. I'm sure of it.
Did you shoot those two guys?
What? What guys?
- Fuck you, Dennis! - Hey!
I didn't do anything to you.
- Did you shoot them? - No! I didn't.
We just locked them up.
Vadim's people did the rest.
What is that?
Remember your eye doctor? Jack Sparrow? Dr. Aschhausen?
Gotta hand it to her, she did a great job.
Your eye doctor used to be my foster mother.
A long time ago. I was renting that place from her, for my "new start".
And she filmed us. Secretly. When you were with me.
You said you were living with your aunt.
You told me something weird as well. About your older sister having leukemia.
Hey! Josi!
Josi!
Josi! The problem isn't the video. I can delete that right now!
No one will ever know that we fucked.
The problem is the cops will find out you were also down there that night.
And then they'll be on your ass until the truth comes out!
Hey.
It's okay.
Josi...
It's okay.
Let's just get out of here. That's what you always wanted.
- What will we gain from that? - Time.
We gain time to figure out how to get out of this mess.
Where did you get the gun anyway?
- Trade secret. - Bullshit!
My colleague, Erik, kept having this bad feeling all night.
He wanted me to look after him. To be his bodyguard.
- Then you ran into me. - I thought you wanted to...
We were standing there, and I thought...
I would never hurt you, Josi.
Never.
I saw Merle back then.
Standing in the bushes,
tearing and muddying up her clothes, then going to Mom and crying.
You knew?
I was 10!
Josi.
Hi, daughter! When will you be home?
- I'm going to Mom's tonight. - Okay. Where are you? Need a ride?
Already ordered a cab.
- And you're spending the night there? - Not sure yet.
Well then... Tell her I said hi.
- Ciao. - Ciao.
Josi's visiting her mother.
Voluntarily.
- She's growing up, honey. - Still working?
After eight p.m. the office is closed.
Could you please put that on the record, Counselor?
- Hey! - Hi.
I'm glad you're here! Come in.
- Nice hair! - Just washed it.
So...
- Alcohol-free beer? - Do you have anything better?
Then you'll have to spend the night here.
- Deal. - Okay.
So... Let's hear it.
- Who's your partner now? - I'm in the office.
- Wait... Paperwork? Voluntary? - Yeah!
I already have a partner. She's on vacation.
You know that could take a while, right?
Langhans, she... She really is stubborn.
- You spoke to her? - She doesn't wanna help.
- So... Cheers. - Cheers.
Why did you decide to become a cop?
I wanted to rebel against my anti-authoritarian childhood.
- Yeah, right. - It's not a joke!
My mother was the first to study in her family,
yet we lived in a shared flat with unhinged doors
and a pot of spaghetti on the stove,
from which people would help themselves all day.
Like my folks. On Sundays, the whole family comes together for dinner.
Oh, my... I hated it so much. I really did.
I dreamed of having my own room so I could keep it locked.
I vowed to myself that I wouldn't be like them.
That I'd switch to the model of the suburban nuclear family. You know?
Well... Now I'm sitting here...
I'm divorced, unemployed and don't even have sole custody.
What's going on between you and Josi?
She just prefers living with her dad and...
now she has a new family.
Yeah, but how are you taking it?
Everything worked out fine this way.
I can no longer be a mother? Okay, then...
Then I'll never lose a child again.
- You know that's just an excuse, right? - But it helps.
It helps, you know?
- What? - Why did you become a cop?
- Let's hear it. - It was relatively simple.
My parents' German wasn't so good.
One day, a police officer showed up at our door,
asked me a couple of questions, and I fell in love with the guy.
That sounds like a porn movie!
- Wanna see a picture of him? - Yeah!
Okay.
Well, he's relatively tall,
and he has long brown hair, but he doesn't like to brush his teeth.
- What? - Yeah. Here.
- Well, he looks... cuddly, you know? - Yeah!
Help!
It's okay.
VIDEO RECORDINGS
Hello, Yvonne.
If you so much as think about telling the cops that I've moved out, I'll kill you.
And it will hurt.
- Yvonne? Are you still there? - Yes.
Enjoy the day. It's almost spring.
Let's get out of here.
Hi, Ms. Döring. Tesche here. How are the sessions with Dennis going?
Why? Did something happen?
I met with the prison therapist, Dr. Stegner.
She worked with Dennis for years.
She said his drive to change, to become a new person, was unprecedented.
I am convinced of that.
He just never spoke about what happened to him as a child.
Not a single word.
UNDER MAINTENANCE
And now you're wondering if Dennis mentioned anything
that isn't on his record?
It's possible. He likes you.
I'm sorry to disappoint you, but he's nowhere near as stable as he seems.
- What do you mean? - The arrest the other day?
He almost lost his parole eligibility because of it.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, he was at a party where two people died.
Wrong place, wrong time, just like the other guests.
- You don't have to keep defending him. - I'm worried about Dennis.
The pressure on him is huge. It's too much.
Even the dead girl's mother confronts him with absurd accusations.
- For example? - The case in Belgium?
Is he affected by that?
Not directly, but he thinks a lot about cause and effect.
In the past, the victim had assaulted children.
- And Dennis knew that? - Actually, Luise Berg did.
She's trying to tie that murder to him.
She insinuates some unresolved childhood trauma
for which he supposedly now wants to take revenge.
- My next client is here. I have to go. - Yeah. Talk later.
And the victim wore a ring.
- Where are we going? - A little detour. You'll like it.
Who are those guys?
- Let's get out of here. - There's no need to panic.
- I'm looking for Candyman. - What do you want from him?
- I heard he's not doing so good. - He's getting eaten by worms.
- You get what you deserve. - Get outta here. You and your bitch. Bye.
Want some beer?
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