Fuck!
Open the door right now, you conniving asshole!
I risked my job for you!
Come out right now, you fucking coward!
One.
Two.
Three!
MURDER MINDFULLY
Toni.
Nice to see you.
Try it. I'll put a bullet in your head before you reach the door.
Listen, I don't have much time to talk, so…
Just give me what belongs to me, and I won't tell Dragan you screwed up.
I have to hand it to you, Björn.
You've got balls.
You just don't get it, do you?
So explain it to me.
Sure.
Dragan knew he'd have to go into hiding at some point.
So together, we've had this thumb made. That was over a year ago.
In case I'd have to sign orders in his name one day.
And why do you have to?
You know the cops are watching us, right?
If I brought the newspapers to him, I may as well add a pack of cigarettes,
so he can trade them in jail.
So how do you receive his orders?
A prepaid phone, of course.
Okay.
So call him.
Now.
As if I have his number.
He calls me.
So we'll wait for his call.
That could take days.
I have time.
Well, I have things to do.
No, you don't!
Help!
If you feel like everything is becoming too much,
there may be a simple reason for that.
It really is becoming a bit too much for you.
How is that supposed to help me?
It's simple.
If everything feels overwhelming anyway, let go emotionally.
And let go of responsibilities where you can.
Letting go is okay. It doesn't mean abandoning something.
Letting go of control doesn't mean losing.
The magic word is
delegating.
Hand it over to someone.
You can do it.
Hey, Siri.
Hey! Siri!
Hello.
Call Sascha now.
Sorry, I didn't get that.
Call Sascha now.
I'm calling Natascha.
No! No, Sascha!
Call Sascha!
Sascha!
Sorry, I didn't get that.
Rice pudding on Monday.
Bolognese…
I'm busy, lawyer.
Hey, Sascha. You have to get me out of here!
What?
You have to get me out of here!
Where are you?
At the hotel!
Hotel!
-Where? -In my hotel apartment!
You have to get me out of here!
Listen. Stay where you are. I'm coming right now.
Awesome.
All right.
I'm done waiting for a dead man to call.
Toni.
You're making a huge mistake.
When Dragan finds out--
Dragan is dead.
We both know that.
Okay, you decide how this will go now.
Let's start nice and slow.
First, I'd like to know
where you buried Dragan's body.
I'm talking to you!
Toni, what's going on?
Let him go.
Put the knife down.
Fuck you, man.
So, what now, you two smart-asses?
Hello?
Is everything okay?
Excuse me.
Come back!
Oh God.
Yes, "Who will she call first?" That's what I'm thinking.
The police?
Or her boss?
I guess it doesn't matter,
because her boss will call the police.
I suggest we just wait here until they show up.
But what will you tell them, Toni?
Shut up!
Okay.
Then I'd say
we end the meeting now.
Are you okay with that?
Yes.
And you won't shoot me in the head if I put the knife down?
Toni, the police will be here at any moment.
Only an idiot would do that.
Okay.
I'll be seeing you, lawyer.
Shit.
Is everything okay?
Yes.
I'll go down and check on the maid.
-Okay. -Stay here.
I'll be right back.
The mind too often dwells on negative thoughts
instead of focusing on the positive.
But Breitner said there was a remedy.
According to him, you can't be grateful and negative at the same time.
In that moment, I was grateful for my daughter
and my professional freedom.
For Breitner, for Sascha's support,
for my not-yet-fully-severed bond with Katharina,
and for the plan I had shared with the officers
which should resolve all remaining problems by tomorrow.
I had to prove Toni's guilt and deliver him to Boris.
And for that, I needed bait.
The best bait happened to be someone
with whom I still had some unfinished business.
Möller was a police officer.
Police officers are civil servants.
And they generally think rationally.
Rational people are harder to manipulate than irrational people.
We had to plant an emotion in the typically rational Möller
to cloud his judgment enough for us to be able to manipulate him as we wished.
Okay, maestro.
-I think we're ready. -Okay. Thanks.
-Then I'll call you now, okay? -Okay.
What's up, lawyer?
Hey, Sascha.
Any idea where Toni is? I can't reach him.
Sorry, I haven't seen him at all today.
But knowing him, he's probably out banging Möller's woman.
He stops at nothing, huh?
You bet. And neither does Möller's woman.
Whenever Möller is on duty, those two go at it at our hotel.
Domino, suite 77.
All right, then let's not disturb them. See you later, okay?
See you later.
If he falls for this,
he really is an idiot.
That gives me hope that it will work.
We'll see.
AGNIESZKA (BUNNY) CALLING…
It's Agnieszka.
Sorry, I can't answer the phone right now, but leave--
Oh, you asshole…
-Hey, Katharina. -Hey, Nicole Egmann was here yesterday.
What?
-What did she want? -Not to talk to you, but to Emmi.
-About your weekend at the lake. -You're kidding. Is she crazy?
She threatened a subpoena,
then offered to question her at home.
-What did she want to know? -If anyone else was there at the lake.
If she saw anything unusual. Emily told her some things.
-But nothing of any interest to Nicole. -Okay.
I think I'll have to do something about that.
Yes, do that.
See you soon, okay? Bye.
Hey!
Sorry.
Anger is an important emotion.
It shows us that our boundaries have been crossed.
If our boundaries are not respected by others,
we become aggressive.
ANGER
What's important is
how we then deal with that anger and aggression.
Anger often prevents us from thinking clearly and rationally
when trying to solve problems.
Hello, you've reached Nicole Egmann's voicemail.
Anger clouds our judgment.
Toni? Open the door right now, you conniving asshole!
You can't give it any space.
Toni!
Or it will make you act impulsively.
I did everything for you, asshole!
And you take my woman in return?
I risked my job for you!
Come out right now, you fucking coward!
That doesn't mean you shouldn't defend your personal boundaries.
On the contrary.
You can take anger as an indication that you need to act.
If you don't open on the count of three,
I'll kill you and that slut right there in bed!
But we should select our means…
One.
…according to the principles of mindfulness.
Two.
Three!
Instead of giving in to anger.
Björn, you called me?
We have to breathe in the face of anger
instead of giving in to it.
And then respond with calm, awareness, and forethought.
Yes, Nicole?
Yes. Björn.
I'm calling you back. You're supposed to talk.
I'd like to meet up with you tomorrow.
-You want to meet up with me? -Privately.
I think it's long overdue.
Yes. I'm looking forward to it.
So am I.
Were you counting?
His magazine is empty.
What…
Toni?
Don't worry.
We just want to talk to you.
What?
Where… What's going on?
I'll explain the situation.
Then we'll see. Okay?
Hey.
-I asked if that's okay. -Yes.
Good.
So, you just entered a hotel suite unlawfully.
Correct?
-Yes. -You used your registered service weapon.
You unloaded an entire magazine on two hotel guests, didn't you?
-But Agnieszka, Toni… Where are they? -No idea about Toni. But your Agnieszka…
…or "slut," as you say…
I'll kill you and that slut right there in bed!
…is at this hotel.
Yes.
But a few floors down.
She's talking to the boss of a casting agency.
If you want, we can ask her to come up here.
But if Agnieszka has no interest in our hidden camera stunt,
the friendly chief of police might, right?
I mean, he'll have to look at it anyway
as soon as this innocent, adorable couple reports an attempted murder.
-Whichever way you look at it, Möller… -I…
I had no idea…
You're in deep shit.
Come here.
Let's talk.
Okay. What do you guys want?
First of all, and listen closely,
you will no longer pass on any information to other people.
No one.
Unless we allow you to tell them that shit.
You know what that means.
Yes.
Good man.
Now call Toni.
Why?
"Why."
Let's put it this way.
One last call to end a long-standing liaison.
What should I tell him?
Tell him…
Tell him our dear lawyer, Mr. Diemel,
is keeping a man named Malte in the basement of Walter's security firm.
And tell him that although Mr. Diemel has no idea who Malte is,
he'll be questioning him in exactly two hours.
How long has he been here?
He got here ten minutes before you.
He made a huge fuss about not being informed about the prisoner.
I told him there's no prisoner.
Just some idiot my boys picked up because he was following you.
Then he lost his shit. "Dragan told me to do the questioning!"
But then he got nervous.
He kept asking whether Malte had said anything.
And then he went to the basement.
Despite my deliberate centering and overcoming my inner resistance,
I felt some tension with regard to the question
of how Toni would get rid of Malte.
Very good. Now open your eyes.
There are muscles in your body
that lead to immediate, mindful relaxation when you tense them.
I'm talking about the muscles you use to smile.
When you're in a tense situation,
put on a smile.
Feel how that releases tension.
Smile as often as you can to yourself.
Try it out.
-Now? -Yes.
Okay.
Keep it to yourself.
You can do it inconspicuously whenever you need to.
Let me show you.
Mark my words.
He'll get rid of him because he's a witness.
He's going to kill him.
Smile to yourself.
Which one of you assholes locked the door? Open the door!
-Can you talk to him? -Yes.
-Do these add effects? -Yes, up there. The knobs.
Hello, Toni.
Who is that?
I am several people.
I could be Malte.
Who's a bit angry because you just killed him.
Or am I Murat, the one you had Malte shoot?
Or am I Dragan, who you wanted to have killed?
What is this bullshit?
It's not bullshit.
I'm the guy whose daughter you threatened because you wanted to see Dragan
and who, as a result, won't bring you to Dragan
but instead to someone who is much more eager to see you.
Enough of this shit!
Let me out of here right now, or I will kill you!
Hey, Toni, I may not be a rocket scientist or anything,
but how exactly do you plan to kill Björn when the door's locked?
I'd be interested to know that too.
How stupid are you? That guy is fucking with you!
Dragan is dead!
Oh, right.
But hold on.
Then how did the dead Dragan give us orders
to set a trap and film you killing Malte?
You filmed me?
And Malte's confession.
Look up at the fire alarm in the corner and give us a nice smile.
I'll kill you, you piece of shit!
When I get out of here, you're dead! Dead--
And now?
Nothing for now.
He has a rather unpleasant appointment tomorrow.
Park the car there.
-Cuff yourself to the steering wheel. -I did everything you asked.
That's why we're rewarding you. But this is the only way.
Forget it.
In that case, you'll get your reward in bullets.
So?
That wasn't so hard.
-See you soon. -Good luck, lawyer.
Good afternoon.
I want to see the boss.
Boris.
If you're here to get more time,
you can google this word and see what it means.
Nyet.
On the contrary, Boris.
But first of all,
I want to thank you.
For what?
That you kept your side of the agreement,
and we were able to find the traitor without issues.
Gratitude not only brings relief to the one expressing it.
Gratitude also relaxes the one receiving it.
It's not common in our business to thank someone.
But I gather from your words that you have the bastard?
Yes.
That's good.
So you can deliver him tomorrow?
With pleasure.
When and where?
Tomorrow at 2 a.m., at the parking lot where all this shit started.
All right.
You'll come alone?
No, all the officers too.
And the bastard?
One of the officers is the bastard.
Yes, that's what I thought.
Well, you are smart, Boris.
Spare me the ass-kissing.
Don't forget, lawyer.
After the delivery tomorrow, you'll bring me to Dragan, understood?
Yes.
He's looking forward to it.
Me too.
Roger that. 71, what about you?
Nothing yet. We're almost finished.
Roger.
-Bye. -Bye.
Head of operations is listening.
We found something.
Subtitle translation by: Kristopher Brame, Diana Renker