[intriguing music playing]
[grunts] Fuck!
[grunting]
[sighs]
Open the fucking door, you double-crossing asshole!
I put my job on the line for your ass!
[groans]
Come face me like a man, you piece of shit!
[hissing]
One…
two…
three!
[loud gunfire]
MURDER MINDFULLY
[intriguing music fades]
Toni.
[intriguing guitar music playing]
Nice to see you.
Go on, run. I'll send a bullet through your skull before you reach the door.
[breathing deeply]
You know what? My night's actually pretty busy, uh, so…
Give me back my thumb, and I won't tell Dragan about this little incident.
[chuckles]
[inhaling] I've got to admit, Björn,
you've got some balls.
[sighs] You're still not getting it, are you?
Then explain it to me.
Sure.
Mmm…
Dragan… knew that he might have to skip town at some point.
So, we came up with a set of plans,
which included creating that fake thumb, a few years ago.
In case I'd ever need to sign orders in his name, at some future point.
[snickers]
And we're at that point?
You are aware that the cops are watching us like hawks?
If I were to take him the papers, I might as well add a carton of cigarettes
so he'll have something to trade while he's in prison.
So, how does he send you his orders?
Prepaid cell phone, of course.
Right.
Then call him up.
-Hmm… [chuckles] -Now.
As if I have Dragan's number.
He makes me wait for him.
Then we'll wait here together.
That could take days.
I have time.
I've got things to do.
Not anymore!
[guitar music becomes lively]
[music fades]
[distant siren blaring]
[moans faintly]
[moans]
-[groaning] -[contemplative music playing]
[panting]
[moans] [muffled] Help me!
Help! Help!
[moaning]
[whirring sound]
[whirring stops]
[Joschka] If you can't shake the feeling
-that life is just overwhelming… -[meditative music playing]
…that's a very good sign that you need to take a step back.
When it feels like it's all too much, it is.
[sighs] Okay, but how do I step back from life?
[chuckling]
That's simple.
When things get too overwhelming, just let go of all those concerns.
Take a break from your responsibilities.
Letting go is a good thing.
It doesn't mean that you've fallen short, see?
All that it means is that you need a moment.
The magic word is
delegating.
Just ask for help.
Give it a go.
-[whirring sound] -[chuckles faintly]
-[whirring stops] -[birds chirping]
Mm.
[breathing deeply]
[muffled] Hello, Siri!
[contemplative music playing]
Hello, Siri!
[Siri]
Call… Sascha… now.
[Siri]
Call… Sascha… now.
[Siri]
-Calling Natascha now. -No.
No! Sascha!
Call… Sascha, please.
Call Sascha, now!
Sascha!
[Siri]
-We'll do pudding on… Mondays. -[contemplative music stops]
Then we can do bolognese, on…
[cell phone ringing and vibrating]
[sighs]
Lawyer, I'm busy right now.
Hey, Sascha. You have to come save me!
What now?
[Björn]
Where are you?
At the hotel!
Hotel!
-Where? -[Björn]
Get… me… out… of here!
[Sascha] I'm gonna be right over, okay?
Sounds good.
[sighs]
-[croaking] -[contemplative music playing]
[splashing]
[contemplative music stops]
[door opens]
[keys clatter]
So…
I'm bored of waiting for a dead guy to call.
[intriguing music playing]
-[knife swooshing] -[Björn] Mm.
[panting] Mm.
Mm.
Toni.
Toni, you're making a mistake.
-When Dragan finds out that-- -Oh, cut the shit.
We both know he's dead.
[bleep on cell phone]
Now, don't make this hard for me.
Tell me what I want to know.
Why don't we start with something easy?
Where'd you bury Dragan's big, fat ass? Hm?
Hey, answer me!
-Toni, what's all this? -[Toni and Björn grunt]
[Björn gasping]
[tense music playing]
[Björn groans faintly]
Let him go.
Put the knife down, now.
Fuck you, asshole.
[exhaling]
[Björn gasps]
So, what are you shitheads really up to, huh?
[panting]
-[knocking] -[woman] Hello?
Is there a problem here?
[tense music stops]
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
Come back!
[Björn gasping]
[Björn] Oh God.
Yeah… When…
When she gets downstairs, who's she gonna call first?
-[contemplative music playing] -Her boss?
Or straight to the cops?
Actually, it doesn't really matter.
Won't her boss just call the cops?
[Björn exhales deeply] Mmm.
I guess we'll just have to wait here and find out who shows up.
Hm?
How are you gonna explain the situation, Toni?
Shut the fuck up!
Mm.
[snickering]
Well, we'd best wrap up.
Meeting's adjourned for today.
Will that work for you?
-Hm? -Yeah, yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Uh-huh.
So, if I put down my knife,
will you promise not to shoot me?
Toni, the cops are already on their way here.
It'd be stupid to shoot you now.
[Toni chuckling]
[Toni] Right.
[contemplative music stops]
[Björn exhales deeply]
We'll pick this up later.
Shit.
Are you okay?
[Björn] Yeah.
I'll go down and talk with that housekeeper.
-Okay. -Stay here.
I'll be back.
[contemplative music playing]
[Björn] it can be easy
to get so bogged down in all the negativity,
that you lose sight of the good things in your life.
Luckily, Breitner had a cure for this.
The best way to combat negativity, is to reflect on what you're grateful for.
In that moment, I was grateful for Emily, my new professional freedom,
Breitner's teachings, Sascha's support,
and the fact that Katharina was still in my life.
And I was very grateful to have set a plan in motion with the officers.
If it worked, then come tomorrow, all my problems would be yesterday's news,
and then I'd be especially grateful.
[contemplative music stops]
All I had to do was prove Toni's guilt and hand-deliver him to Boris.
And for that I needed bait.
-[intriguing music playing] -[slurping]
The bait happened to be someone I had to settle a score with anyway.
Don't you love it when things work out like that?
Detective Möller.
A civil servant through and through.
His kind tend to think rationally.
It's trickier to manipulate a rational person
than a hot-headed, quick-draw type.
For our plan to work, we had to hit Möller in heart.
Find the one thing that would shut off his brain,
and turn him into putty in our hands.
CALLING
[cell phone ringing]
Okay, maestro.
-[Sascha] -Okay, great. Thank you.
I guess it's showtime, then.
-[Sascha] -[intriguing music stops]
[breathing deeply]
[cell phone ringing]
Hey, what's up?
-[upbeat music playing] -Hey, Sascha.
Do you know where Toni is? He isn't answering.
I haven't heard from him, come to think of it.
If I know Toni, though, I'm sure he's getting ridden by Möller's wife.
[chuckles] He just can't get enough, huh?
And neither can Möller's wife. They're like rabbits.
Mm-hm.
Whenever Möller's on duty, they're going at it at our hotel.
Domino, Suite 77.
Well, let's not disturb them. I'll see you this evening, right?
You know it.
If that cop falls for this,
he's even dumber than I thought.
I have a feeling he'll come through.
We'll see.
[upbeat music continues]
BUNNY CALLING…
[cell phone ringing]
[recorded voice] you are trying to reach is unavailable.
[quietly] Oh, you asshole.
-[upbeat music fades] -[exhaling]
[cell phone ringing]
-[Björn] Hey, Katharina. -[Katharina]
-[tense music playing] -She did what?
-What did she want? -[Katharina]
She asked her about the lake house.
You've gotta be kidding. What the hell?
She threatened to come back with a summons if I didn't let her talk with Emmy here.
What did she ask her?
Whether anyone was at the lake house with you, was there anything strange.
Emmy cooperated, but there wasn't much to say.
I'm not sure Nicole got what she came for.
-Okay. Um… -[dramatic music playing]
I'm gonna call up Nicole. She crossed a line.
Yep, for sure.
See you soon. Bye.
-[chair thuds] -[man] Hey.
-You okay, man? -Yeah, fine.
[dramatic music swelling]
Anger is a very important emotion.
[meditative music playing]
It shows us that our boundaries were not respected.
We all have certain limits,
and when they're crossed, we feel unsafe.
Which makes us aggressive.
ANGER
-It's up to us… -[music becomes tense]
…to decide what to do with that aggressive feeling.
Will we give in to our worst impulse?
Or will we listen to what our anger's trying to teach us
and look for a solution?
[cell phone ringing]
[Nicole] Nicole Egmann's voice--
-[woman moaning] -[Joschka]
-Open the door, double-crossing asshole! -[woman]
-[Joschka] -[pounding on door]
-[Möller] Toni! -[rattles door knob]
[Joschka] act mindlessly.
I did everything you asked, you dickhead! And you repay me by fucking my wife.
-[thud] -[woman moaning]
-[dramatic music playing] -[woman]
[Möller] I put my job on the line for your ass!
[ecstatic moaning]
Come face me like a man, you piece of shit!
[Joschka] defend the boundaries you've set.
-Your anger… -[moaning continues]
- -…indicates that something isn't right.
And sometimes, action is required.
When I count to three, if you don't open up,
I'm gonna waste you, you prick, and my bitch wife!
[Joschka] to employ mindfulness.
-One… -Give yourself a moment,
-and decide what course to take. -…two…
-[woman moans] -[Möller] …three!
[Joschka]
[dramatic music continues]
[cell phone ringing]
-[Nicole] -[dramatic music fades]
[Joschka] to breathe into the anger.
You can harness it.
Just keep your cool, stay calm, and know you are in control.
Yeah, Nicole?
[dramatic music fades]
Yeah? Björn?
I'm calling you back. What's going on?
I was hoping that we could meet tomorrow.
Oh. So, you want to talk with me?
[Björn]
We need to have a chat. It's about time.
Yeah. I can't wait.
Me neither.
Did you count the shots?
-Magazine is empty. The bed. -[tense music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[breathing deeply]
What?
Oh, my.
Uh… Toni?
[Sascha] Don't panic.
[dramatic music stops]
We just want to talk to you.
-What? -[snaps fingers]
Where… What's this?
Shh, shh, shh. Let me explain the situation here.
We'll find a solution. How's that sound?
Hey, hey.
Does that sound good?
-Yeah. -Good.
All right, it seems you've just illegally entered a hotel suite with force.
-That correct? -Uh…
Uh… Um… Yeah.
And then, you unloaded your registered firearm,
emptying your magazine on two unassuming hotel guests. Still correct?
-Yeah, but 'Shezka, Toni, where are they? -I'm not sure where Toni is,
but as to Agnieszka…
-Or in your words, your "bitch wife." -[Möller] …
She is at this hotel.
True. But a few floors beneath us.
She's in a meeting with some guy from a casting agency.
If you want, we can have her up here to see the tape.
Even if Ms. Agnieszka isn't interested in our hidden camera show,
I have a feeling the chief of police would be, don't you?
I mean, he'll have to take a look at our footage
when this young couple, torn from their afternoon of passion here,
files a report for attempted homicide.
But yeah, we can play this however you'd prefer, Möller.
[clears throat] Um…
Um… But I thought that… Uh…
You're in deep shit here.
[Möller] Hm.
[contemplative music playing]
Come.
Let's talk.
Okay. What do you want?
Let's see… Well, first off,
you'll stop passing along info about our business affairs.
Shut the fuck up.
Unless we happen to tell you otherwise.
You know what I mean, right?
[Möller] Yeah.
Smart guy.
Now, you'll call Toni.
[Möller] Why?
[Sascha] Why?
Think of it as…
one final call to end a long-standing friendship.
And what should I say?
Tell him…
Tell him that our good buddy Mr. Diemel
has a guy named Malte locked up in the basement of Walter's security HQ.
And tell him that though Diemel doesn't actually know who Malte is,
he's planning to question him in exactly two hours.
That's it.
[contemplative music fades]
[intriguing music playing]
[moans faintly]
[groaning]
When did he get here?
Uh, about ten minutes ago.
He got his panties in a bunch 'cause no one told him about the new prisoner.
And so I told him, this guy's not a prisoner.
He's just some idiot my boys brought in 'cause they caught him trailing you.
Then, he completely blew his lid.
"Dragan told me to handle this type of shit!"
But then he got nervous.
He just kept asking me if Malte had said anything yet.
[inhaling]
And then he made his way to the basement.
[Björn] mindfulness practice,
centering myself, naming my inner resistance,
breathing into my anger, all that jazz,
I still had this nagging sense of unease.
How would Toni kill Malte?
-[intriguing music playing] -[breathing deeply]
[Joschka]
[meditative music playing]
You have a few tiny muscles
that, when they're flexed, create a sense of inner peace,
instead of more stress.
I'm talking about the muscles you use when you're smiling, hm?
If you can't get out of a tense situation,
try to smile.
A smile can ease all that inner stress away.
I want you to try to smile
into your stress.
[Björn] Hm.
[Joschka] Give it a try for me.
-Now? [clears throat] Okay. -[Joschka] Yes.
Um…
[Joschka] You can keep it to yourself.
Do it inconspicuously whenever you want.
I'll show you.
[whirring sound]
[intriguing music playing]
[Sascha] Trust me, man.
Malte's a threat to Toni. He knows too much.
He's gonna kill him.
[Joschka] into your soul.
[breathing deeply]
[thud]
[intriguing music fades]
[gentle, upbeat music playing]
[Toni groans faintly]
[rattling door handle]
[groans]
-[loud thudding] -[Toni] Which of you closed this door?!
[Toni]
-[thud] -[Björn clears his throat]
-Can I use the mic? -Uh, yeah.
-And the effects? -Yeah. They're here. See?
[Björn] Ah.
[in distorted voice] Hello, Toni.
Who's there?
[Björn in distorted voice] Oh, good question.
I could be Malte.
He's a bit peeved at you for kicking him to death.
Or maybe I'm Murat? Who you had Malte shoot?
Or I could be Dragan, who you tried to kill.
Cut the bullshit!
[in normal voice] All right. I'm the man whose daughter you endangered,
the man you've been pestering relentlessly about going to see Dragan.
But instead, I'm gonna bring you to see someone else.
[Toni]
Let me outta here right now, or I'll murder you!
[Walter, clearing throat] Hey, Toni,
you know, I may not be the smartest fella,
um, but, uh, how do you plan to kill him
when the door's locked?
[gentle, upbeat music continues]
Yeah, I'm curious about that too.
[sighs] How dumb are you assholes?
The lawyer's playing you!
Dragan is dead!
As you've said.
Uh, but, hey, wait a minute.
How exactly did a dead guy send us a command
to trap you just now and film you offing Malte, huh?
[sighs]
You recorded me?
Yep, and so is Malte's confession.
How about you look at that fake alarm up there and smile for us, huh? [chuckling]
When I get outta here, I'm gonna rip off your head! You piece--
-[audio silenced] -[Walter] Ahh.
What now?
-Nothing yet. -[gentle, upbeat music stops]
But come tomorrow, he has a rather unpleasant appointment.
-[contemplative music playing] -[birds chirping]
-[Stanislav] Park the car right up there. -[Möller] Okay.
Be a dear and put these on.
I've done everything you wanted.
We appreciate that. Come on, cuff 'em.
[chuckling] I won't do it.
If that's how you wanna play it… let's fucking play.
[music becomes tense]
Okay?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
There we go.
[music become contemplative]
[clicking]
[music fades]
-[Björn] See ya. -[Sascha] Good luck, lawyer.
Hello there.
Hello.
I'm here to see the boss.
Mm.
[man] Boris.
[speaking Russian]
If you came here to ask me to give you some more time,
open Google Translate and type this in: "Nyet".
Thanks for the tip, Boris.
I'm not here for that though.
I want to thank you.
For what?
You held up your end of the bargain and gave me enough time
to find and apprehend the guilty party.
The wonderful thing about gratitude is, it goes both ways.
It feels good to be thankful and to be thanked.
In our line of work, it's not every day you hear people giving thanks.
Mm.
I'm assuming that you mean… you caught the bastard?
[intriguing music playing]
Yeah.
That's good.
So, we're set for delivery tomorrow?
We are.
When and where?
Tomorrow night, 2 a.m., parking lot where all this shit first got started, hm?
That'll work.
You'll come alone?
No, with the officers.
And the traitor?
One of the officers
Yeah, that's what I figured.
You're a smart man, Boris.
Spare me the brown-nosing.
[intriguing music continues]
[Boris clears his throat]
[bones crack]
And don't forget, lawyer, we made a second deal. [sniffs]
Bring me to Dragan when we're done.
Yeah.
[intriguing music fades]
He can't wait to see you.
[inhaling] It's mutual.
[dramatic music playing]
[cawing]
[man 1]
[man 2] Seven One, have you found anything?
[man 3]
[man 2]
-See ya. -See you.
[man 2]
-[man 3] -[music stops]
[dramatic music resumes playing]
[music stops]
[lively intriguing music playing]
[lively intriguing music stops]