Fuck!
Open the fucking door, you double-crossing asshole!
I put my job on the line for your ass!
Come face me like a man, you piece of shit!
One…
two…
three!
MURDER MINDFULLY
Toni.
Nice to see you.
Go on, run. I'll send a bullet through your skull before you reach the door.
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.
I've got to admit, Björn,
you've got some balls.
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.
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… -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!
Help me!
Help! Help!
If you can't shake the feeling
that life is just overwhelming…
…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.
Okay, but how do I step back from life?
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.
Mm.
Hello, Siri!
How can I help you?
Call… Sascha… now.
I'm having trouble hearing you.
Call… Sascha… now.
All right.
-Calling Natascha now. -No.
No! Sascha!
Call… Sascha, please.
Call Sascha, now!
Sascha!
I'm sorry, I didn't catch that.
We'll do pudding on… Mondays.
Then we can do bolognese, on…
Lawyer, I'm busy right now.
Hey, Sascha. You have to come save me!
What now?
You… have… to save me!
Where are you?
At the hotel!
Hotel!
-Where? -I'm at my hotel!
Get… me… out… of here!
Listen. Just stay where you are. I'm gonna be right over, okay?
Sounds good.
So…
I'm bored of waiting for a dead guy to call.
Mm.
Toni.
Toni, you're making a mistake.
-When Dragan finds out that-- -Oh, cut the shit.
We both know he's dead.
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?
Let him go.
Put the knife down, now.
Fuck you, asshole.
So, what are you shitheads really up to, huh?
Hello?
Is there a problem here?
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
Come back!
Oh God.
Yeah… When…
When she gets downstairs, who's she gonna call first?
Her boss?
Or straight to the cops?
Actually, it doesn't really matter.
Won't her boss just call the cops?
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.
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.
Right.
We'll pick this up later.
Shit.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I'll go down and talk with that housekeeper.
-Okay. -Stay here.
I'll be back.
At times like these, 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.
All I had to do was prove Toni's guilt and hand-deliver him to Boris.
And for that I needed bait.
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
Okay, maestro.
-All ready on my end. -Okay, great. Thank you.
I guess it's showtime, then.
Okay.
Hey, what's up?
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.
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.
BUNNY CALLING…
The person you are trying to reach is unavailable.
Oh, you asshole.
-Hey, Katharina. -Nicole Egmann stopped by.
She did what?
-What did she want? -Nothing from you. From Emily.
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…
I'm gonna call up Nicole. She crossed a line.
Yep, for sure.
See you soon. Bye.
Hey.
-You okay, man? -Yeah, fine.
Anger is a very important emotion.
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…
…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?
Hello. You've reached Nicole Egmann's voice--
Anger can cloud our judgment.
-Open the door, double-crossing asshole! -Oh, my God!
You mustn't give it space.
Toni!
Or it will make you act mindlessly.
I did everything you asked, you dickhead! And you repay me by fucking my wife.
Oh! Oh, Jesus!
I put my job on the line for your ass!
Come face me like a man, you piece of shit!
This isn't to say you shouldn't defend the boundaries you've set.
Your anger…
-Okay! -…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!
Just remember to employ mindfulness.
-One… -Give yourself a moment,
-and decide what course to take. -…two…
…three!
Don't let anger decide for you.
Björn, I see you called me?
Take the time to breathe into the anger.
You can harness it.
Just keep your cool, stay calm, and know you are in control.
Yeah, Nicole?
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?
Just us two.
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.
What?
Oh, my.
Uh… Toni?
Don't panic.
We just want to talk to you.
What?
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." -…and my bitch wife too!
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.
Um…
Um… But I thought that… Uh…
You're in deep shit here.
Hm.
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?
Yeah.
Smart guy.
Now, you'll call Toni.
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.
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.
And then he made his way to the basement.
Despite my deliberate 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?
Very good. Now, open your eyes.
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.
Hm.
Give it a try for me.
-Now?Okay. -Yes.
Um…
You can keep it to yourself.
Do it inconspicuously whenever you want.
I'll show you.
Trust me, man.
Malte's a threat to Toni. He knows too much.
He's gonna kill him.
Imagine you're smiling into your soul.
Which of you closed this door?!
Hey, open up!
-Can I use the mic? -Uh, yeah.
-And the effects? -Yeah. They're here. See?
Ah.
Hello, Toni.
Who's there?
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!
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.
Shut up, piece of shit!
Let me outta here right now, or I'll murder you!
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?
Yeah, I'm curious about that too.
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?
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?
When I get outta here, I'm gonna rip off your head! You piece--
Ahh.
What now?
Nothing yet.
But come tomorrow, he has a rather unpleasant appointment.
-Park the car right up there. -Okay.
Be a dear and put these on.
I've done everything you wanted.
We appreciate that. Come on, cuff 'em.
I won't do it.
If that's how you wanna play it… let's fucking play.
Okay?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
There we go.
-See ya. -Good luck, lawyer.
Hello there.
Hello.
I'm here to see the boss.
Mm.
Boris.
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?
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 is the traitor.
Yeah, that's what I figured.
You're a smart man, Boris.
Spare me the brown-nosing.
And don't forget, lawyer, we made a second deal.
Bring me to Dragan when we're done.
Yeah.
He can't wait to see you.
It's mutual.
Seven-One-Ten. No, nothing yet.
Copy that. Seven One, have you found anything?
Negative. We're almost done.
Roger.
-See ya. -See you.
Copy, what is it?
We found something.