All language subtitles for Beat s01e06 DROP.eng

Dance!

Dance!

Dance!

You can let loose in
here. You're free here.

Transcend space!

Transcend time!

Let go of everything.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes and dance.

I wonder what they'll say at home.

I bet their parents
will think we're nuts.

More, more!

What's up with your ears?

Aren't your ears working? My
ears work, and I hear music.

And when I hear music,

I have to dance. Really
dance! We're in a club!

- Can't you feel it?
- Beat!

You have to let go! Shake it!

Johnny.

We can do anything here.
We can do anything here.

Because this is the
moment that we float away.

Beyond all limits. And the
rhythm lifts us out of this world.

- Out of this shitty world...
- Paul, do something, please.

- Yes.
- And so dance!

Dance!

The rhythm lifts us up and leads us

into the light!

This is salvation!

- What's wrong with him?
- Pizza time!

Yeah! Pizza!

- I want pizza.
- Right, kids,

parties are really fun, but even
the coolest ravers need a break.

So, who's first?

The birthday boy will start.

That's a very little
piece. Just use your hands.

I don't want to anymore.

We've been after Philipp
Vossberg for over a year now.

We've surveilled him.

Wiretapped him.

Used undercover agents.

None of it has gotten us anywhere.

And then you come along,

with your techno promoter
and informant strategy.

And we have dozens of people
working on this operation.

And for what?

For you to make a cloak-and-dagger
raid on some godforsaken farm?

I had information that refugees

were being held captive
and killed on that farm.

Why would anyone do that?

To take their organs.

How do you know?

- The information came from me.
- You're the source?

You're a witness? You
have reliable evidence?

No, I have...

leads, but I haven't been able
to corroborate them all yet.

We're dealing with the
illegal organized transfer

of weapons of mass destruction

via a multi-billion euro
German logistics company.

And you show up here with a teddy bear.

The two things could be
linked, by Philipp Vossberg.

Says who?

This Beat is off the
operation as of now.

He's of no use to us.

The kid is out.

He was a mistake.

You have to get a few things
from the apartment for me.

- Why don't you go?
- Because I...

I got mixed up with
some people, who I...

who I shouldn't even have talked to.

There's a bag by my bed.
Can you please bring it down?

Listen, here's what we'll do.

I go up. If the coast
is clear, I call you.

- You come up.
- I don't have a phone anymore.

What?

- They'll track me.
- Holy shit.

Beat, what's up with you? Huh?

I'm okay.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Anyone here besides you?

No. No, I don't think so.

We'll talk about that later.

About what?

- That's going to stop.
- What is?

Come on, I'm not stupid.
You deal in the club, man.

Man, come on, it's just weed.

Beat, the coast is clear.

Beat!

I've got to go away for a while.

- Why?
- He can't tell you.

Listen, you don't need to disappear.

- If anyone wants to hurt you, I'm here.
- I said the same thing.

No one can help me right now.

- Your colleague is welcome to get his shoes off my upholstery.
- Oh, come on.

You know, Philipp, I've seen your
face before. I was still a child.

My grandparents had a portrait of you,

in their living room.

We called you...

"Otyets". Father.

Dear Father Stalin.

Does it turn out we're related then?

No.

If you ever had any relatives,

you would have eaten them all by now.

I've kept one.

My condolences, by the way.

For your brother's death.

It was an overdose.

So that's all cleared up then.

Nonetheless, that shit in the hotel

has spoiled my good mood a bit.

So we do business without the good mood.

I like a good mood.

Which is why, this morning,

- I spoke to our Arabic friends.
- Good.

- We have resolved some issues.
- Glad to hear it.

The only problem that remains

is you.

Would you like to

change something about that?

Philipp, you're always taking risks.

Our Arabic friends

fear that either you've lost your
mind or someone is protecting you,

- someone we don't know. It's not good.
- And you?

- What do you think?
- We've known each other a long time.

A lot of good deals.

You know I value you.

But the risks, this whole development...

I'm sorry.

Come on, did you really think
I'd make it so easy for you?

Do not move an inch.

Tell your men that as well.

Guys, don't move.
There are snipers here.

How cool is this?

This is so cool, man.

How damn cool is this?

Unbelievably cool.

Hello. This is Vossberg again.

One thing that didn't happen,
but which is important to me.

The lawn has to be mowed, the
clippings collected, right?

Only then can you verticut.
Any child would know that.

But it seems your new employee doesn't.

He was meant to re-seed and fertilize,

but instead he just smoked
his Lebanese hash and left.

I call that a gardener
that I can't accept!

Look, my lawn is covered in thatch.

The soil's getting no
air. It's unbearable.

And telling me to scatter by hand,
definitely bad advice as well.

That was a mistake. Yes.

Thank you.

How long will you stay with Sundstr?
m?

- For now.
- Okay.

Alright.

Get some rest.

I know you think I'm losing
it, but that's not the point.

I'm not telling you any more,
but not because I don't want to.

It's about Philipp.

Not only the Russians in the
hotel are gangsters, he's one too.

- I know. I know.
- He's the worst kind of sociopath.

But I don't want to talk about Philipp.

- Okay. I know you think he's great...
- Dude, I'm not a 15-year-old girl.

Then wake up and do something,
because Philipp's dangerous.

- Let it go. You're out of it with drugs.
- No, he's dangerous.

- I don't want to talk about Philipp!
- He's more dangerous...

- It's Jonathan's birthday!
- Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Before we shut Beat down, we
have to find out about his story.

Is it conceivable that in Europe,

refugees are being taken and
murdered for their organs?

- And if so, how might all that work?
- Excuse me.

Here's the material you requested.

Thank you.

Whatever else, let's
proceed on the assumption

that we trust each other.

Let's start.

I'd like to apologize personally
for any inconvenience. Mind the step.

- Do you work here? I've never seen you here before.
- I'm new.

Where are all the people
who received me yesterday?

Salmonella poisoning. The
entire team had to stay at home.

- Is that drink on your breath?
- I...

Come on, Dad, take me home.

We'll contact you in good time.

And as I said, sorry
for any inconvenience.

What a racket last night!
Like a construction site.

- How's it looking?
- We're slowly settling in.

It was all a bit slapdash.

- But after all, we did have to improvise.
- Sure.

Nice here, isn't it?

You have to see the
private ward upstairs.

For half a million, you get a new heart,

and a room with a rain
shower head and smart TV.

Beautiful. Beautiful.

So beautiful you don't
even think of asking

where the new heart came from.

Even though you were hopelessly
far down the waiting list.

Yes, the hospital staff were
informed during the night

that they could all stay home.
They didn't set eyes on any of us.

Here, only three beds were occupied.

You just saw the last patient.

Now everyone is out
and the place is ours.

- Are you drunk?
- Excuse me?

- What gives you that idea?
- Where's Korsch?

I can take you to him. Please...

- What the hell!
- Remember me? We were out at the boss's together.

- Yes, I remember.
- If you have another extra job...

- Oh, shut up.
- This way, please.

Opting for military
equipment was a good idea.

Easy to take apart, portable. It was
all off the farm in under an hour.

I, you, he, she, it.

No, they will also... They will also...

be in every single case. Yes?

That's that to begin with.
And tomorrow we will look at...

relative pronouns. Who, whom, whose.

Yes?

Good. But we're done for today. So...

Done.

- Done.
- What is this bullshit?

In a few days this will
all run like clockwork.

What's going on here?

To be completely honest,

a lot of us think that we're screwed.

Someone hid notes in the stuffed
animal that I found at the farm.

A certain Dr. Brandt.
We have to check him out.

These are blood work results.

These could be results from tissue
samples. And these are first names.

Arabic names on one side.
They could be donors.

European-sounding names on the other.

Probably recipients.

So what if...

the group of refugees Beat
saw wasn't random at all?

Over three million people
are stuck in Turkey alone.

Do they carry out medical
tests in the camps?

That would be an inexhaustible
source of donor organs.

Worth millions of dollars.

Finding a suitable donor in
a random group of refugees...

that's more than unlikely.
Blood group, tissue type

and so on must all be compatible.

There's probably someone on
site doing more exact tests.

Organ donation is organized
centrally in Germany and in Europe.

Eurotransplant and GOTF
equivalent have waiting lists.

Hack their databases, and you'd
have not only potential customers

but also their medical records.

Find a match, and you'd
only have to figure out

how to get the relevant refugees here.

I can't imagine,

if organs really are
being taken at that farm,

that they'd be transplanted there, too.

That would make the
recipients knowingly complicit.

So the transplants

must be taking place somewhere else.

A liver and a pancreas can be
stored for up to twelve hours.

- Heart and lungs only four.
- There are no airports nearby.

Airspace control rules out helicopters.

- So we're looking for a hospital, two hours' drive away.
- Or closer.

Somewhere inconspicuous.

And the building has to look legitimate.

Within this radius.

Be careful with that package.

Hi. I'm on another line right now.

Leave a message if...

He's not answering. He
probably got rid of his phone.

- I don't blame him.
- We have to talk to him.

Anything else I can do?

- Yeah?
- Hello, this is the Europa Hotel.

You reserved a room for DJ Hyper-Soul.

He just checked out and
has left a box of records.

We'll leave the box at reception

and we'd appreciate it
if you could pick it up.

Yes of course. My pleasure.

Goodbye.

He'll get it in half an hour.

I cancelled my date for tonight.

A box of records.

What a shitty trick.

This is the last time.
Then I never want to

- see either of you ever again.
- I understand.

You understand? I'll just
sum it all up again quickly.

You betrayed me. The gangsters took
off, and now they know about me.

You're with us. We'll protect you.

If anyone can still protect me at all,

then it's her.

Okay, listen, Beat. This
situation is dangerous.

We have to stay in contact.
I must be able to reach you.

Mind-blowing.

Is it a revamp of your old phone?
From your battle mission lab?

Will it self-destruct in five seconds?

It's fine, we've got
the secret service here.

Are we done with the
hypocritical crap now?

I know how you feel. It didn't go well.

That's a slight understatement.

We all know there was a tip-off
about last night's raid on the farm.

- From you?
- Or from you?

- Interesting how you deflect blame.
- Stop, stop, stop.

This won't do.

Here's a working theory. It
wasn't any of us three, okay?

Even an official investigation

stands little chance
of finding the snitch.

Too many people are
involved. Us, of course.

ROOM 645 But also the
riot police, SWAT...

- paramedics.
- You're the only ones investigating Vossberg.

And some SWAT guy also
happens to know about him?

I don't think so.

No.

The rat...

is one of you.

Beat.

I'll look after you. Believe me.

I brought the package.

Put it in the tool shed.

- I went out there again.
- Otherwise you wouldn't have the package.

They're all freaked out.

- No one knows how it can continue.
- Put the package in the tool shed.

What we discuss here is
confidential, of course.

Or else not only my career,
but also yours, is over.

You can count on me.

I've known Richard Diemer for ten years.

When he joined us back then,

he'd been with German Intelligence.

- He's always been very loyal and...
- I hope we're wrong, too.

Several weeks ago, I
gave him the name of a man

suspected of killing and
disemboweling those two girls.

- He was going to give that info to the local police.
- He never did.

No, Jasper Hoff kept on
going to Beat's place.

He had good reason to withhold
that name from the police.

Jasper Hoff was deployed
by Richard as an informant.

He knew him?

For many years. From many operations.

You don't get to see Richard
Diemer's personal file.

I just brought his resum?.

Graduated from high school in 1980,
then trained at the police academy.

Then he started service at
the criminal police unit.

He was recruited by German
Intelligence in 1989.

They needed people like him.

Due to huge public pressure,

they were searching for members
of the third generation of the RAF.

There's a conspicuous gap
from summer '94 to fall '95.

Was he sick?

Before your imagination runs
wild, it was chronic Lyme Disease.

He was unfit to work for nine months.

Then they found him a
position as an analyst.

- Relegated to a desk job.
- Yeah.

But Richard...

is a driven man.

Then he joined us. That was in 2007.

Everyone sneered at us,
calling us a bunch of amateurs.

And I suspect that
reawakened his ambition.

- Finished?
- Yes.

What do we do next?

How funny. I was just thinking
about your future prospects.

- Oh yeah?
- You know...

collapse is part and parcel
of any system. Think of Rome.

Think of the Soviet Union,
Nazi Germany. Powerful empires.

Such collapses are
only painful for those

who let themselves get
buried in the rubble.

If you don't merely
accept the downfall, but...

actually love it,

if it's a salvation for you,

then you can survive anything.

I've sold this house.

My job at Mehlbeck...

The old man will pay me
forever, if I stay quiet

about our dealings with the Russians.

The police and ESI, what can they prove?

There are no written records of me.

No witnesses.

Besides our top boss,
only three people know

that I had anything to do with the farm.

Korsch, then that...

thug that you brought from
the farm as back-up and...

you.

I think it's better if
I hold on to the gun.

Why did you leave German Intelligence?

I wasn't happy there anymore. They
sidelined me into an analyst job.

But why?

I'd been sick for a long time.

Chronic Lyme Disease.

- Lyme Disease? A tick bite?
- Yes.

Ticks cut through the skin and
penetrate the flesh with barbs.

Then suck your blood.

So?

Did you get rid of the tick?

I knew why I wanted
you in my department.

We can move on. No luck here.

I'm not a traitor.

I've made mistakes.

But I haven't made
any mistakes with this.

What about you?

Two years for intelligence in Moscow.

You must have contacts
on the other side.

All part of the job.

I like hearing you speak Russian.

Hoff was your informant
for several years.

Why didn't you tell me?

Sorry, I don't speak Russian.

Jasper Hoff.

So, Dreelitz.

Yes. A private hospital
half an hour away.

Then we drive on and
on until we find it.

I made you smoothies.
Avocado and cucumber.

Thanks.

How was the club last night?

Beluga was DJing. The guy's hair
was still perfect after four hours.

At least try it now, huh?

Was Philipp there?

He says hi.

He knows I'm here?

Did you tell him?

- You think I'm stupid?
- Did you?

Fuck no.

- Who told him? Janine? Paul?
- Stop that now.

My new friends, of course.

Where are you going?

No idea. I'm not safe here anymore.

He knew last night that you're
here. You're still alive.

What if he's just waiting for me?

To go out?

One more reason to stay here.

Go and find out what he wants.

Should I kill him?

You should talk to him.

You can always kill him later.

He'll be at the Transvenus
party in the Building Block.

I'll go with you.

That makes three of us.

- Distract him.
- Hey! What are you doing?

- It's private.
- This is a hotel.

I'm tired.

- You screwing with me?
- You imitating my accent, idiot?

- Where are you from?
- Kazan, you fool.

- Kazan! What are you doing here?
- None of your business.

Why did that fool tell
me this is a hotel?

I don't know. I'm not a fool.

Honey.

This isn't a hotel. Good evening.

Come on. Let's keep going.

There! Didn't I tell you?

Whore.

This definitely isn't a hotel.

How did you find out about Jasper Hoff?

Intelligence service...

Where is he now?

I don't know.

But there's one thing
you have to explain to me.

Jasper Hoof grew up at a foster
home in Hermsdorf, like Beat.

That's no coincidence, is it?

I know them both from there.

- How?
- Through an employee.

- I think she still works there.
- The Home Director?

Yes.

The action's about to begin.

If the guy gets wind
of it, he'll take off.

But Beat didn't know
you when he joined us.

But I knew him.

Dr. Brandt?

Yes?

I saw you sneak away from
the hospital just now.

Just before the SWAT team moved in.

Actually, I expected you earlier.

Whatever. What matters
is that it's over.

I'm sure you have lots
of questions for me.

Deep inside, I've always
despised these terrible deeds.

Believe you me.

I put aside some information.

Copies of organ transplant records.

And on certain conditions, I'll
share that information with you.

I didn't do all this voluntarily.

I was coerced. Blackmailed.

As I said, deep inside
I've always resisted it.

But...

In the end I had to yield to the force.

So you can't just go and

pass judgement on me so easily.

Shall we?

Yup.

I'm sure you're wondering
if I'm mad at you.

But if I ever had been,

I'd have had plenty of time
to get over my feelings.

The truth is I was
always grateful to you.

You've been a challenge for me.

It was high time I had one!

- Where...
- The photos are from a friendly agency.

You can't succeed without
real friends, after all.

The farm? How are you
involved with that?

I'm glad you didn't
ask me that yesterday.

I'd have had to lie
then. Currently, nothing.

Your mistake was...

the way I see it...

that you left the dancefloor.

Your life was good.

You know that now best of
all, now it's fallen to pieces.

- Don't lecture me about mistakes!
- Get used to the idea,

the world is ruled by people

who don't distinguish
between good and evil.

It's all too confusing.

Everyone just clings to themselves.

Self-gratification, if you will.

Everywhere, except at the club.

Of course.

Maybe that's why you like it
so much. The great togetherness.

But in the end everyone dies alone.

And that's how we live now, too.

Where's Paul?

Mistakes get punished, Beat.

Directly or indirectly.

Janik?

Stay calm. It's already happening.

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