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Break a leg!

Well played.

Well played.

- Well played, Paula. - Thanks.

Paula!

There they stand, cheering.

For sure, my foul was first class.

Anyone can play fair. Sticking to the rules?

I'm too creative for that.

And my success proves me right.

You destroyed them.

Indeed.

You played well too.

A foul is not a crime. And even if it is:

Who's to blame?

The one who fouls or the one who looks the other way?

One could have called that a foul.

It was a foul.

Allow me to apologise for my daughter!

Life's not fair.

Cheekiness wins, Julie, right?

I'll get you next time!

Anyway, my father is proud of me.

Work hard, play hard!

Not that I care.

He has enough people kissing his ass.

He's an investor. Everyone wants to please him.

- Got you! - Dad!

- Daddy! Put me down! - Off to bed!

I'm still hungry!

The monsters are sleeping.

I can't.

We won't give up.

Amon, I can't do it again,

this endless hormone therapy.

I just can't.

The ship has sailed.

Besides, I still have Paula.

Coco and Bella are so annoying already.

Careful, it's loaded.

- That's great-grandpa's, right? - Finest craftsmanship.

Will you join us tomorrow?

We're going for a hike.

Dad thinks I'm too young.

Besides, I have to study.

Ethics or whatever.

Ethics. What a waste of time.

My father has to make tough decisions.

He does what's necessary, what's best for all of us.

Even if that means making sacrifices.

Fire people or whatever.

That's why he likes being in nature. For his work-life balance.

Hey! Stop!

I know you!

Just run away!

I'll get you!

Time's up, Maynard!

I just met a funny fellow.

- That's your rifle, isn't it? - Yes.

You think I hunt with bow and arrow?

Just let us do our work.

But I saw him.

Isn't it beautiful here?

The perfect spot for a little industrial complex.

Dear friends, Ladies and Gentlemen!

Today, I'm honoured to give you a little glimpse into the future:

The Ampère Factory.

Europe's largest battery factory gives us hope for tomorrow today.

Breathtaking.

Join me?

- How old are yours? - My son is eight.

Viktoria and I are working hard on growing our family.

What a relief.

- Is there anything more beautiful? - Yes, the fall elections.

The project has to go public by then.

Jobs, innovation, sustainability, you know...

Do you know Carl Sares?

Barta Batteries, they're in trouble.

Minister, I would like to integrate Sares' company.

So, the competition authority, the land reclassification...

That's what I'm here for.

Now, there are foundations that support our work.

Not the Party, not directly.

They support our lean government.

- My assistant may get in touch? - I insist.

- He also owns important patents. - Your assistant?

Sares.

Indeed.

It's important to stay within the donation limits.

Everything must be legal. So the land has to be reclassified?

The Green Party is gaining popularity.

No one can understand that.

It frightens me.

The sniper frightens me.

The sniper, you know, the never-ending murder spree?

Terrible.

Are we living in a lawless space?

Of course not.

Jesus Christ!

Law and order!

Mommy's almost done.

Mr. Bux, please.

- Please. - Thank you.

It's a nature reserve...

But the battery plant is a sustainable thing.

That's a tough one for the Green Party.

Alright. The reclassification?

I'm on it. The competition authority...

- Excuse me? - Bux, leave it. You can go.

Maxi, a bit more quiet!

I talked to that man Prasser from the competition authority...

All jobs should go to Herlitzen. He's a major donor.

We have to offer him something else... 5G or a tunnel or...

That's enough!

Behave and we'll be done soon. Come here.

This is Mr. Kafka, he's a minister, too.

My kids are in boarding school, they love it.

Maynard asked me if we live in a lawless space, because of the sniper.

The police are too laissez-faire nowadays.

- Just like a Montessori school. - I'm going to a Montessori school!

And all traces lead towards Maynard!

It has to be someone from his inner circle.

The sniper is toying with us!

I hope Maynard doesn't bail out from the battery plant.

That would be scandalous. Stop! Stop it now!

Children, children!

I'm coming to eat you!

Dad always says, family is not important.

Family is everything.

He'd give up all his money as long as he had us.

And his hammock in the Virgin Islands.

I don't know what's going on.

Hot, cold, headaches...

Menopause maybe...

Anne, au-pairs can't go on vacation!

Finally rid of you!

Take me with you! I'm bored already!

- Maybe help in the kitchen? - Haha, right.

The license number is on the key.

- Thanks for the car. - You're welcome.

Have a good trip!

Our au pair Anne and her boyfriend Henry are also part of the family.

And Alfred, of course, our butler.

Drive safely! And not too fast!

Luckily, Alfred doesn't have anyone else.

So he can always be there for us.

He used to be a journalist.

No one knows us as well as he does.

Dad trusts him blindly.

Only Alfred is allowed to come along when he goes out into nature.

The two of them disappear for whole afternoons.

They always seem to have a blast.

Dad says the fresh air is good for him.

And he gets to know people he would otherwise never meet.

Like the gamekeeper, that little gremlin.

What's wrong this time, Alois?

Hello Helga. It's important!

Any news?

Why is Maynard still on the loose?

Am I interrupting your lunch break?

Among other things, yes.

- I'm losing my appetite. - That wouldn't hurt.

Alois!

- I want to file a report! - Again?

I saw him!

Get a grip, Alois.

- But I know what I saw! - You're imagining things.

Guys, kick him out.

Bugger off!

Get lost, Alois. I'm serious.

Dr. Maynard...

I need your legal advice, in the pool.

Something wrong?

I have to talk to you.

Today I realised...

What is it?

...that I like young women.

- Well, I prefer mature ones... - Right.

First: Careful!

- And second... - I am intrigued.

Better get that straight out of your head.

Our lovely Dr. Vitaly sent these photos.

My egg, your sperm, her stretch marks.

That one has sunken eyes.

She doesn't look like you.

That doesn't matter. The DNA is ours.

Only her uterus matters.

And you don't have pictures of those?

Here, look:

Hungarian, 26, medical school,

non-smoker, foot and teeth model.

Doesn't wish contact.

That's too bad.

Too bad!

Cats are relentless, studies have shown.

They'd eat us alive, if we were as small as mice.

And this is the entrepreneurial spirit

that we "Schumpeterians" live and honour.

What Mozart was to music,

Amon Maynard is to money.

I'm very proud to award my protégé

the "Ring of Disruption",

in honour of the economist Joseph Schumpeter.

Thank you for everything, Carl.

My dog allergy might add to the cat analogy.

I wasn't a particularly good student.

I can't even write a single line of code.

And I'm no poet either.

I have a good intuition for what the future holds,

and I have high risk tolerance.

But don't big cats belong to the wilderness?

Either he's on drugs or gone nuts.

Shareholders love that sort of thing.

Congratulations.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Congratulations.

The Chancellor sends his apologies. Appointments.

- The garden festival in Tulln. - Yes, Bux.

Can I steal him? Amon?

Only good news for the economy.

The competition authority greenlighted.

Thanks to your assistant.

That makes our work much easier and supports democracy.

The... competition authority?!

- They greenlighted what?! - Magda Sares...

Carl Sares, I don't need to introduce you.

Minister.

- Congratulations, you lucky man! - What do you mean?

Well, you... I mean you and you will merge together,

Yes?

- No? - Merge?!

No!

You've known each other for so long,

and now the Ring of Disruption. What an honour!

I learned from the best.

- No no... - I owe it all to you.

No!

While we're at it,

anything else you need? Grants, benefits, subsidies?

He won't get away with this.

Everyone kisses his arse, and that's what you get for it!

No...

I can't believe he did that.

- What? - We can hear you fighting!

Sylvester, look closely:

This fool just lost your inheritance.

Come on.

I feel a little sorry for Sylvester.

It's going to be uncomfortable at home now with this company takeover.

His mum's already totally nuts.

Sares should be proud.

After all, he's the one who taught Dad everything.

But now that Dad is saving his company, Sares doesn't seem to like it.

Of course it hurts when things change.

But that's how new things come about. And that's progress.

Everything created deserves to be destroyed!

Good old Sares must learn to let go.

He should be happy. The Chinese would have fermented him.

We'll scale this up to the moon!

- May I help you? - Volker Carlotta, journalist.

Privacy is very important to the Maynard family.

- Please contact our press office. - You're a nature lover, you go hunting?

He loves nature for a reason: to be left in peace.

I work for a hunting magazine. We share a passion.

Mr. Maynard, let's talk about hunting.

Have a nice day, Mr... Carlotta.

He wants to go all-in. I like that.

Isn't this where the Porsche should be?

Or is it that one?

Must have been stolen...

Strange.

- I'll ask the office. - Tibor?

- That's not necessary. - Of course.

Yes, hello, Szigeti here. I'd like to report a stolen car.

You can feel it in the whole house.

Poor you. It was his life's work. And your mum?

The company is so important to her.

- More important than me... - She's crazy!

- How do you feel about it? - I hate it. All of this!

Business, growth... who cares?

We can't go on like this forever.

Damn right, who the fucking fuck cares?

- Your father... my father's killer. - Could be much worse.

See you tomorrow.

Father-killer... that's a bit mean.

If Sylvester inherited the company, it would be doomed anyway.

He reads Piketty and wants to study philosophy...

He's really sweet. A little time killer.

Sylvester Sares? Of all people?

We've so much in common. His parents are dead, too.

- I feel very much alive. - Yes, but Mum...

- But his is still alive. - No, she's not.

His parents died in a plane crash.

What?

Carl never told me.

They're way too old!

Magda Sares, his foster-mother, is actually his aunt.

She's totally losing it because you stole their company.

- Could be much worse. - That's what I said.

Anyways, he never met his mother, just like me.

- But you still have me. - Yes, and Viktoria.

I'll be right back.

Our family tradition is very important to Dad

and he makes no secret of it.

He carries it close to his heart...

in his hunting bag.

Is she pregnant?

It won't work.

- Can you keep a secret? - Top secret.

We're trying a surrogate mother with Viktoria's egg and my... our DNA.

Science fiction!

At least Viktoria won't die giving birth like Mum.

- Paula! - It's true, isn't it!

- Volker. - Regina.

It's uhm, nice here.

Chewing gum?

No.

Maynard's the killer.

- Crazy! - You have to publish this.

How long have you been researching this, Volker?

You have to publish this, front page!

We need to check this, for your own good.

I checked it already.

We have to double check it, Volker.

- You don't trust me? - Volker.

What is this? Are you having an episode again?

The story's rock solid.

Maybe you need to double check your meds?

I was depressed because of you. I've been great since we split.

You're shitting yourself, aren't you?

- You've always been a flat-earther. - You've always been a coward.

Yeah right... Fuck off.

Jerk.

Please, Regina.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy Birthday Coco and Bella

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday, little devils!

- Say "thank you". - Thanks!

A Porsche!

Hello, my name is Coco.

Elton, John, be nice. Don't worry, they don't bite.

I want a dog!

- Your vitamins, Mr. Maynard. - Thank you, Alfred.

Amon!

No make-up, Herlitzen?

I almost didn't recognise you.

Dude, I'll give you 200 million. That's a lot of money.

Other people's money.

You can go to the casino with it. Bingo.

Exactly, Philipp, what's the fun in that?

- Where's the challenge? - Okay.

Very funny. Seriously, we want to invest in this battery thing.

Fuck, Amon, I don't know what to do with all this damn money.

I have to deliver returns. Please, take it.

Build the place bigger!

You'll find something for your money, Philipp.

Just reach for the stars!

Maybe next time!

Time for face-paint, Dad!

Which animal do you want to be?

What a surprise. This way please.

- I have to... - Are you here for the celebration?

To celebrate the day.

- That's right, Mr... - Sepperer.

Please.

Welcome.

Good to see you again.

I interrupted the masquerade for you...

May I introduce my daughter, Paula.

Hello!

We're celebrating our little daughters' birthdays.

Come.

Champagne?

He's here.

Nice to meet you. I'm Viktoria.

Amon told me all about you.

Would you like to have your face painted too?

Or the bouncy bounce?

- Dad says you're a forester? - Gamekeeper!

Gamekeeper, of course.

- Then you must see our collection. - What a wonderful idea!

Paula, will you show it to our guest?

Come.

This is it. Our collection.

Make yourself at home.

This one's a classic.

You probably know it.

Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to shoot. I'm too young.

Shoot?!

Are you not feeling well?

Maybe a glass of champagne?

What about this one?

I can load it, if you allow me.

- May I? - Are you crazy?!

Risk is my driving force. Innovation. Progress.

One technology survives, the other one dies.

You're always on the hunt...

Creative destruction.

Horse, train, petroleum, the electric car.

Sustainability is the word of the hour.

Isn't that a contradiction, destruction and sustainability?

Not at all.

Like sun and water, destructive power is a creative power.

Alright. Catch me if you can!

You're in good shape.

You go cycling too?

I haven't been for some time.

- And you? - Motorcycle.

There already are electric ones.

My kids keep me in shape.

And hunting keeps you balanced?

Yoga's not my thing.

So this is your hunting ground?

I could never hurt an animal.

That sniper keeps the police busy, huh?

Even though everyone knows it's me.

Let's stop this nonsense, Volker.

You've been following me for so long.

What are you waiting for?

I can do anything.

Where's the uprising?

You're disgusting, Maynard.

Why does nobody stop me?

And you?

You aren't a lemming?

Prove it!

I'm in your hands, Volker!

Please.

I'm challenging you, Volker.

It's over, Maynard.

I wish you all the best, Volker.

Take care!

You can do it!

Hello?! Stop!

The Salzburg Festival was a huge...

Here.

You know what's going on. What are you waiting for?

Okay, Volker. We're on it.

If you don't publish it, I'll put it on my blog.

Are you done?

What was that?

Volker has this strange fixation...

Madam Minister?

Yes, speaking.

No, it's not about the polls...

It's my ex-husband.

Daddy!

What are you doing? Stop it!

That's not a toy!

It's dead already.

Poor guy flew against a window.

Come on Coco, let's get Alfred.

Dad doesn't get people.

They are happy about a pay rise.

They wait for their online deliveries.

They get annoyed with their neighbours.

They're in deep sleep, just like this bird.

...and wait for their saviour.

- She's the one. - She's popular.

So?

- As long as she doesn't wish contact. - Definitely not.

Mrs. Maynard? Shall we sit down for a moment?

Something wrong?

Your results are here. You're pregnant!

Fourteenth week.

Congratulations!

My friend Gaston says, if you don't get caught,

you deserve everything you've stolen.

- Just let me pay for it. - Too expensive!

I think that makes sense.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

After all, performance should be rewarded.

Sylvester, let's go.

Bye bye!

- How dumb was that? - Let's go!

For my Sylvester. Stallone.

Hey! Stop!

Bye, Sylvester.

How awesome is that!

Sylvester, Mr. Lover-lover!

Bye!

So.

Looks like... you're going to have a sibling soon.

Baby bubbles for everyone!

Twins? Boy or girl?

What month?

Fourth. We wanted to be sure before we tell you.

We're having a baby!

I love you.

I hope it's going to be a girl.

"Olivia" would be nice.

Uniformed police.

I think I forgot to pay for something.

To your room!

So just the kindergarten cops.

Coco, Bella, go play.

Hello.

- Are you the parents of Paula Maynard? - Yes, why?

There's been a report of shoplifting.

That's the last straw.

If you listen closely, you might hear something...

Can you hear it?

I don't hear anything. - But I do.

I'm sorry about the shoplifting.

Come on, let's go play.

Theft, Paula.

That's beneath you.

Make a little effort. You can do better.

Yes, that was stupid.

I already have a much better idea.

Can't wait.

- I'm really sorry. - Me too.

- So? - Yes, Mum.

Please accept our apologies.

- It won't happen again! - We'll pay for everything.

Alright, I'll withdraw my report.

Very good. Now get on with it.

Now they'll learn something.

If you make a mistake, you have to pay for it.

- You can't escape justice! - Exactly, you can't escape justice.

- Um, honesty always... - Honesty always wins.

- Let's spice it up a little. - Haven't learned your lesson?

Have you spoken to our staff about the renovation?

One second...

- Anne, what's up? - They arrested Henry.

- What? - You have to help him.

- Where? - They stopped us on the highway.

Anne!

Anne, open the door.

I can't believe it,

how they treated him. Bloody Nazis!

This is so wrong.

I'm so worried about him.

It'll vanish into thin air.

Honesty always wins.

We'll get him out of there.

What doesn't kill him, will make him stronger.

He'll be fine.

I love Viktoria, but she really is different from us.

She has such a big heart.

She can hardly stand it that some people have everything

and others have nothing.

Grandma always said:

If you are born poor, it's not your mistake.

But if you die poor, it's your mistake.

- Judge! - Oh, Mrs. Maynard!

This is turning into a repeating pattern.

My client Lumbuma. Innocent.

No motive, no witnesses, no evidence.

Poor guy, gets caught speeding and ends up a murder suspect?

As you know, custody is mandatory.

We're talking about a serial killer.

...who is still at large.

You know the law. It's there to protect you.

Your client will go free, of course.

Why "of course"?

I wish we could go back to primordial soup and start afresh...

They can do whatever they want.

Bloody hell!

I don't know if that's a solution,

but it's certainly a way out.

Too bad for the gamekeeper. He really meant well.

Henry!

How was jail, bro?

Fuck the police!

For our serial killer.

So strange. I don't get it.

Someone forged the license plate?! Why?

The sniper wanted to put the spotlight on Mr. Maynard.

Sniper shooting range?

That was nothing.

The young lady again?

I'm running out of teddy bears!

One more round?

- One more time! - What about the ghost train?

- You'll shoot her into bankruptcy. - Please!

Enough, Paula. Come on.

- I want to shoot! - Me too!

Dad thinks we're too young, right?

May I help you?

What do you want from me?

It's alright, he's harmless.

Unfortunately, no one believed Carlotta.

I think he's ready for a career change.

Your father wouldn't approve of this.

I won't say anything, I promise.

So?

I'm sorry you never got to meet your mother.

Me too. But she has a pretty view up here.

Paula.

I know who the sniper is. We both know.

I don't understand.

This has to stop. Innocent people are dying!

Stay cool, Carlotta. We have police protection.

It's in your hands.

I know.

Do you want this to go on forever?

Careful Carlotta, or you'll be next!

Justice is sleeping, Justice wake up...

When you need the sniper, he's not around...

We really have to deliver the sniper soon!

Danger is moving closer to the Maynards.

Maxi!

Look your friend is here again,

Minister Kafka. And Mr. Besl, Chief of Police.

Say hello!

Hello!

They have property protection now.

At Mrs. Maynard's request.

Her being a victim advocate doesn't make it easier for us.

Heart-warming.

If something happened to them, the press would...

Burn us alive.

The press... wait a minute!

That journalist, what's his name again?

Carlotta, of course...

I think you know what to do.

Chop chop!

Chop chop!

So?

So?

Volker Carlotta, born '73 in Vienna, divorced. Journalist.

Qualified lawyer.

I was a court reporter when I wrote my PhD.

"Freedom of the press and the presumption of innocence".

Good morning, ladies.

Mr. Carlotta.

I'm your public defender, Viktoria Maynard.

- No thanks, I'll pass. - It's mandatory.

You have the right to remain silent.

The honest option would be a confession.

Just trust me.

So, whodunit?

You!

Sure!

You are making yourself complicit.

You know who did it and you're doing nothing.

And what are you doing?

Aren't you worried for the next victim?

- My client is very... - You shut up.

"Freedom of the press and the presumption of innocence".

Don't listen to them.

No...

- Don't worry. - My client is innocent.

Actually, no.

I'm not.

I confess.

I'm the sniper!

And now let's sit and wait for the next murder victim.

Here you go, two soda pops.

A triple hotdog for the gentleman, plus spicy sauce.

And for the lady, the crazy-horse-bun.

Dig in!

Finally.

You were right, Carlotta.

It didn't take long, it happened again.

C'est la vie!

A false confession is always a bad idea.

The justice system won't forget that.

You've lost. Against Justice, in the name of the people.

I'm devastated. I had such high hopes for you.

Mr. Carlotta, please!

Come with us to the Minister of Justice.

After all, he's the one who's responsible.

- You are responsible. - Don't be a sore loser.

You did your best.

- Come on. - I can count up to a hundred.

- Get in. - I wanna show you!

Come!

I have to take care of Herlitzen. Now he's the suspect.

Grotesque.

Dad doesn't want to give up hope.

He believes in this Carlotta.

That's exactly his problem. He's so naive.

He doesn't go far enough.

I believe new brooms sweep cleaner.

I thought it'd be better this way.

Face to face.

What are you waiting for?

What's bothering you?

Go on!

Please, speak your mind.

Get it all out!

You already know.

He's the sniper.

- Don't be silly! - He's the sniper.

Him!

He's the sniper!

It's him!

Help! You're mad!

Stop! I'm done!

I resign!

I'm stepping aside for you, Mrs. Maynard.

You'd be the better minister.

Minister of Justice, wouldn't that be something?

I can already picture it.

Now with the pregnancy and all...

You do it then!

Minister Carlotta.

But don't we have bigger plans for him?

Much bigger.

Pauli!

Hello, darling.

Alfred.

Welcome, Minister.

A quick house tour while we freshen up?

Paula?

Please, after you.

Coco and Bella have their rooms on the first floor.

My room's at the top, and Anne's too.

Her boyfriend's super cool!

This is my room.

I like it clean and minimal.

I'm not a materialistic person.

What's exciting happens in your head, no?

You see those guys?

Police protection.

Alfred always gets them something to eat.

He's so kind.

There was a shootout at the sausage stand nearby.

Insane, right?

Magazine,

bolt cover,

spring,

operating rod,

gas tube.

Now you.

Gas tube.

bolt and operating rod,

bolt spring,

bolt cover,

magazine,

loaded.

Do it.

Out. Now!

Alfred!

No!

Paula, call an ambulance! Volker, wake up! Help me!

Yes hello, Paula Maynard speaking.

We need an ambulance.

Cottagegasse 139.

An ambulance! Someone got shot.

Say again?

Just come on over. Quick.

Over there!

Paula!

Oh god, I'm bleeding.

- Fuck! - I'm bleeding!

Help's coming any second.

I'm bleeding!

Fuck!

I have to see my wife now, please.

She's fine.

Alright, one more time.

I can't remember which rifle it was.

Any rifle.

I have hundreds of them. I can't remember which one.

Mr. Maynard.

Of course you can't remember.

You're protecting your daughter. She shot him twice. Twice!

I did it.

I'm the fucking sniper!

This whole time.

It's always been me. What's the matter with you?

A false confession won't look good on you, Mr Maynard.

Hieger here. Yes, Madam Prosecutor?

Understood.

Thanks.

Goodbye.

So?

Nothing will happen to her. She's below the penal age.

She's thirteen.

Beg your pardon?

Alfred was with us for almost ten years.

He is...

he was family.

- I'm sorry. - Thanks.

Alright, we're done here.

Well then...

You can go now. Your daughter is waiting outside.

Right.

Thirteen.

Of course.

Everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

I need to see my wife. Now.

Maybe you should consider therapy for your daughter?

Yes,

maybe.

Wow, Paula.

For a moment I thought you hit home.

I did, didn't I?

A little act of foul play, and Dad's already losing it.

So, a two week break.

- Promise? - Promise.

Please.

Bleedings like this can happen during your pregnancy.

It's nothing unusual.

The baby's okay, I just panicked.

Everything's fine.

- Thank God! - Mum!

I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad.

Paula...

Your Dad still has a lot to teach you.

I'll take care of it. Promise.

But now let's welcome our new family member.

Please call me Alfred.

The car is ready.

No intercourse for two weeks. Too risky!

Hey. You good?

Yeah, you?

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen, the Ampère Factory,

Europe's largest battery factory, will change the world.

All thanks to Amon Maynard!

Long live creative destruction!

Relentless entrepreneurship!

There are people who don't know any limits.

Give them your applause!

Yes, there are people without limits.

And you cheer them on, for a few crumbs of the cake.

And history repeats itself,

over and over again.

Hey!

Murderer!

So arise, cream puffs of this planet.

You can stop me anytime.

Or you might be next.

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