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[♪ dramatic music]

All right, Benk. Get out.

-Excuse me? -You heard me. Get the fuck out.

[stutters]

I don't understand, boss. Did I do something wrong?

Leave the keys and go back to the precinct.

The boss will assign you a case.

-[chuckles] But... -I mean it. It's not up for discussion.

[♪ dramatic music]

Ah...

If this is about Holtz,

forgive me, boss, but I don't give a fuck about him.

Fuck, Erwin.

[sighs]

You're young.

-He's a god in Breslau. -Well...

If he's a god, then I'm a nonbeliever.

You're a fool, Benk.

Can't we just disclose that Jürgen Holtz is the Eyeburner?

People will find him and tear him apart. Problem solved.

Here, eat mine. Your brain cells need nourishment.

Thanks.

Breslau loves the Eyeburner.

[chuckles]

What are you saying, boss?

He's killing whores, pimps, and Jews.

He's a hero who doesn't care about the optics.

Games or no Games, he keeps cleaning up this city.

Right.

That's why we haven't gotten any tip-offs.

No witnesses either.

Until Holtz officially reopens the case and pins the boy's death on the Eyeburner,

people will glorify him.

[♪ dramatic music]

All right.

[inhales] I have 40 minutes.

[doorbell rings]

My husband's not home.

I know what Jürgen did.

I don't know what you mean.

He killed a police officer.

Now every cop in this town wants to get him.

It's better if I find him before someone shoots him while he's trying to escape.

And then your husband can find him a nice hospital in Switzerland.

"Podolsky," that's not exactly a German name, is it?

Polish?

Hm?

You're like the Jews. Primitive, mean, and racially inferior.

I'll call my husband.

Did your husband mention that I recently dismantled a dangerous terrorist group?

Communists.

They wanted to blow up a government building.

-Congratulations. -I got a medal.

From the Führer himself.

Was that before or after you puked on my husband in front of Himmler?

Himmler said, "Franz, we need people like you.

Remember, you can count on me."

I'm touched.

In that case, I'm forced to call the Ministry of Internal Affairs

and inform them that the son of SS Obersturmbannführer Johann Holtz

is a lunatic and a pederast.

He killed five people, including a police officer on duty.

You wouldn't dare.

[operator] Ministry of Internal Affairs, Gestapo Chief Heinrich Himmler's office.

How may I help you?

Hello!

Hang up, please.

[phone hangs up]

[♪ dramatic music]

THE BRESLAU MURDERS

[Gerda] I know what he's capable of, but...

I don't believe he's behind these murders.

Let's start with what he's capable of.

What happened in Berlin?

[clock ticking]

[♪ soft dramatic music]

[Holtz] It's a buck.

-A solid specimen. -[associate] About 200 kilos.

Beautiful antlers.

Perfect for the fireplace.

[Holtz] Mm.

[rifle clicks]

Father, may I?

[sighs]

I promised your mom that you wouldn't shoot.

I won't tell her.

[associate] Let him shoot.

Johann,

the boy needs to toughen up.

[sighs]

[♪ pensive music]

[distant snort]

All right.

At this distance, you can't miss.

Square up to the target.

Slightly bend the knees. Remember what I said about the recoil.

Keep your head straight.

Left hand under the rifle. Elbow up...

[gunshot]

[birds screeching]

[sighs]

You need to listen until I finish.

Focus on that elbow. You want to keep it at the proper angle.

[associate sighs]

Boy, you're so tense.

You must be shitting your pants. [chuckles]

We're going back, it's over.

-Don't tell Mom. -Okay.

[distant bellow]

[Holtz] Jürgen.

Pretzel.

-Come here. Come on, Pretzel, come. -[Pretzel whimpers]

Come on.

Pretzel. Pretzel!

Come here.

[Jürgen] Pretzel.

Pretzel!

Come here.

Come on!

[sighs]

What took you so long?

[Holtz clears throat]

-Ah, how was it? -Great.

[clears throat] Dad let me shoot.

He did?

He missed anyway.

But I twisted the neck of a partridge.

Clean up and get changed.

He's ten years old, Johann.

Please, that deer was practically dead. It was a safe shot.

You know that's not the point.

He's withdrawn, he has no friends, no one speaks to him at school.

Even Pretzel is scared of him. You think this will solve his problems?

My son has no problems.

And I'll turn him into a man, whether you like it or not.

-[Gerda] How was school? -Good.

-Did you have the trip to the zoo today? -Yes.

-Well... How was it? -Fine.

Hitler plans to rebuild

-the national army after the election. -[Gerda] Mm-hm.

The Ministry of Defense will gain importance,

but I feel that my place is with Internal Affairs.

Someone's got to do something about those Jews.

It's about time.

[chuckles]

Jürgen.

No, no.

It's fine. Pretzel will be happy.

Thank you, Nina.

[Gerda] Pretzel!

Pretzel?

Pretzel!

[♪ somber music]

[Nina's mother] Nina! I'm going shopping with the lady.

Go back to the kitchen and do the dishes.

[Nina] In a minute, Mom!

[car doors open]

[car doors close]

[engine revs]

[♪ ominous music]

[gunshot]

[♪ dramatic music]

[Nina's breath trembling]

[shivering]

[Nina whimpers]

[♪ foreboding music]

[gunshot]

Her mom is still looking for her.

[Podolsky] You hid the body.

Jürgen is sick.

No correctional facility would help him.

[Gerda] After that, Johann agreed to Jürgen's therapy.

I read somewhere about this brilliant doctor.

That's how we ended up in Breslau.

And his condition?

Did it improve?

He liked the therapy.

Inga Eissmann was the only person he listened to.

The Book of Nahum

[deep exhale]

So why did he run away?

[book thuds]

[drawers sliding]

What is this?

I don't know.

Police Caught the Eyeburner!

[♪ foreboding music]

I don't believe it.

[♪ dramatic music]

[car door closes]

[engine revs]

I have a suspect. I'd like to conduct an investigation.

Excellent.

Who is it?

[deep breath]

Jürgen Holtz.

[sighs]

If this is a joke, it's not funny.

Ten years ago, he shot a child, and Holtz covered it up.

Interesting, but I don't see the connection.

The Holtzes hid him from the world, but he started running away.

He's been collecting newspaper clippings about the Eyeburner.

-He hasn't returned home for two weeks. -It could be a coincidence.

He's got eczema on his hand, just like the one described by Müller,

the pederast who survived the attack.

You said it wasn't the work of the Eyeburner.

Holtz's men killed Müller and dropped his body at the city morgue.

Holtz eliminated the last living witness.

Everything suggests that Jürgen Holtz is the Eyeburner.

Just clues and guesswork.

If I'm going to risk my career right before I retire,

I need hard evidence.

We'll have evidence once I catch him and question him.

Then go after him. I know nothing about it.

His therapist claims he kills as an act of self-loathing.

He's aware his condition isolates him from society.

He punishes people like him,

and won't stop killing until someone stops him.

I'll catch him.

And I don't give a shit about his family's standing.

Really? When did you become so uncompromising?

Not long ago, you illegally released your communist nephew.

Now, imagine what a father is capable of...

to save his son.

This isn't just about you or me.

It's about the future of our entire unit.

[door opens]

[door closes]

We know he was here on the night of July 13th.

Did he show up later?

[sighs]

I really don't know. Ask Rudolf.

[indistinct chatter]

[Rudolf inhales] Hm...

I would remember a cutie like him.

If you had no place to sleep, where would you go?

Easy.

To Ether's dorm.

Meaning?

The underground of the old Becker Brewery.

[background chatter]

What's up, boss?

Wait in the car.

[car door closes]

Good evening.

Hauptsturmführer Klaus Ente, if I recall correctly?

-Good evening, Detective. -Coincidence?

Tell Holtz that we've got Jürgen.

We're interrogating him in our basement using SS methods.

He's about to confess.

[Benk] One of Holtz's men?

Klaus Ente, his right-hand man.

Holtz chose him to hush the whole thing up.

[Podolsky] Drop me off at the brewery.

You go and find Lena.

Holtz will seek revenge. I need to make sure she's safe.

Perhaps we could lose Ente first?

[distant engine revving]

[Podolsky] I'll try to lose him myself.

[♪ tense music]

[rats squeaking]

[♪ tense music continues]

[♪ intense music]

[gun cocks]

[Podolsky] Stay calm.

[sighs]

Stay calm. I'm a cop.

[henchman chuckles]

[henchman] Too bad for you. [smirks]

[Podolsky] Do you hear me? Stay calm, don't come closer.

Stay calm.

[grunts]

[henchmen grunt]

[groans in pain]

[Ether] Enough!

[Podolsky coughs]

[Ether] Franz!

Babyface?

[laughs weakly]

Forgive us, Franz. They took you for a regular pig.

-[Podolsky] I am a regular pig. -Nonsense.

Franz, you're a legend up there.

[Podolsky scoffs]

This is Detective Franz Podolsky, the man who killed that sodomite pervert.

[stutters] Forgive me, Detective, I...

[Ether] As you can see, I'm in charge down here.

[both chuckle]

[Podolsky] You're Ether now?

The last guy to call me Babyface has been in Lohenstrasse Cemetery for 15 years now.

[Podolsky sighs]

He stayed here for about a week.

Hardly ever went up.

-Did he talk to anyone? -No, no one.

He holed up in a corner, like he was afraid of people.

-When did he leave? -A week ago?

I don't know, maybe more. He was shaking, as if jonesing for something.

[groans softly]

Any idea...

where he could be?

Since he hasn't come back, I assume he went on the lam.

There's a place where such scum always end up sooner or later.

The Bermuda Triangle.

In the Ohlau Suburbs?

[soft sigh]

[Podolsky groans]

Is there another way out of here? I have a tail.

[soft chuckle]

[both chuckle]

[background laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

[henchman] Boss, boss...

I'm sorry, but they killed Pine and Fatso.

Where's Podolsky?

[gasps]

I'm in a hurry.

[overlapping chatter]

[♪ soft tense music]

[Podolsky] Hey!

[background chatter]

[moaning in pleasure]

[laughter]

[background laughter]

[car approaching]

Fuck.

-Check the area. -[Podolsky] He's not here.

No need to bother your man.

Too bad.

It means your friends at the dorm died for nothing.

Perhaps not today,

but you will go down for this, Holtz.

You have no idea what I'm capable of, Podolsky.

Pack up, you must leave now. You're not safe here anymore.

Holtz?

[Podolsky] Yeah.

Did you talk to his wife?

I have a lead, but I need your help.

The medication Jürgen was taking...

-What was it? -[clicks tongue]

-He regularly took sedatives. -Could he be suffering withdrawal?

Abrupt withdrawal from those drugs can reverse his psychopathic profile.

-Meaning? -Meaning...

if Jürgen felt no fear before, he might be experiencing intense fear now.

What was the drug?

Opium-based.

I couldn't find her.

I checked the casino and the restaurants. Nobody knows anything.

Keep looking.

Let's hope Holtz focuses on Jürgen for now.

He knows the stakes. If this gets out, Hitler won't spare him.

And why are we going to Uferstrasse?

Jürgen is addicted to opium-based drugs.

We're going to Chinese Frieda's smoking lounge.

[Benk] What do we do with him?

[♪ enigmatic music]

Good evening, Mr. Podolsky.

Is he here?

-[gasps] -Where is he?

[breath trembling]

-Where? -[shivers]

[♪ tense music]

Hey! Hey!

He realized I was alone.

It doesn't matter now. Go park at the entrance.

[Podolsky] Hey!

Now, now...

-Come here. Come on. Yeah... Hey! -[whimpers]

[Podolsky breathes heavily]

Good evening, Detective Podolsky.

-[Podolsky] Ente. -Put him down.

[grunts]

What do you want?

Drop the gun.

Step aside.

[Ente] Now!

[Podolsky sighs]

[♪ tense music builds]

[gunshot]

[breathing heavily]

[breath trembling]

[soft groan]

[sighs]

What's up with you?

[whimpering]

I'm glad you didn't miss, boss.

I can't clean up this mess by myself.

Give me a hand.

I'll take him to the precinct.

[Podolsky] You take care of the body.

[Benk groans]

[♪ tense music]

[officer] Detective!

Out of the way. I said, out of the way.

Can I help you?

We came for the prisoner.

I arrested him and I'll question him.

We have orders to take the detainee to the SS headquarters.

Go ahead and try.

Please get out of the way, Detective.

What the hell is going on here?

We came for the prisoner, Superintendent.

You may take the prisoner when I give you permission to do so.

We have orders from Obersturmbannführer Holtz.

This is the Criminal Police Headquarters. I'm in charge here.

Leave the building at once.

[♪ tense music]

[whimpering]

[Podolsky] Name and surname?

[Jürgen shivering]

Jürgen Holtz, you are charged with the murder of five...

six people.

The daughter of the maid at your house in Berlin, Nina Koch.

The prostitute Ann Ricken, also known as Zelda.

The athlete Leon Rosenblum.

Photographer Bernard von Blumenstein.

Police officer Karol Mauer.

And a nine-year-old boy named Maximilian Schmidt.

Are you ready to confess?

Are you ready to confess?

Is he still out of it?

[Jürgen whimpers]

The doctor says it could take a few hours.

Bring Inga Eissmann here. She can help us with the interrogation.

Boss, the Chinese woman said that Lena is one of her regulars.

[♪ foreboding music]

What?

She said she saw her recently.

Keep an eye on him, Benk. [sighs]

Where is she?

[laughter, overlapping chatter]

[♪ jazz music]

Franky!

Franky, it's great to see you!

[Podolsky] Where is she?

[shouts] Where the fuck is she?

[weak exhale]

Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out of here!

[♪ tense music]

Lena...

[♪ tense music rises]

I spoke to him. He's waiting at the hospital.

Can we trust him?

I've known him since college. He'll look after her.

He won't disclose her identity?

I need to be sure she'll be safe.

[shivering]

I'll do all the tests tomorrow, but for now...

she needs a good rest.

[Lena breathes shakily]

[doctor] I'll give her a sedative.

Thank you, Doctor.

If you need me, my office is down the hall.

-[doctor shushes] -[whimpers]

-All right, let's deal with him. -He's not here, boss.

-What? -He's not here.

Holtz came, signed some papers, and took Jürgen away.

Fucking Holtz?

He was under Himmler's orders and had five men...

Calm down!

[♪ dramatic music]

[both breathing deeply]

[♪ dramatic music continues]

Hey.

How are you feeling?

Leave it.

We need to talk.

I know.

We need to talk.

When you get better, okay?

Now.

It's important.

I...

-I had... -It's okay.

It's okay now.

I wasn't completely...

-It's okay. -I wasn't completely honest with you.

It's okay.

Hush.

Shh...

Shh.

Hush.

[strap rattling]

I was right. The Eyeburner is trying to rid the city of the scum.

-Whores, Jews, and freaks? -Yeah.

[laughter]

What about the kid?

Why did a 10-year-old boy have to die?

[scoffs]

He was born of incest.

Eyeburner's Fourth Victim!

A father raped his daughter until she bore him a son.

[indistinct chatter]

[Podolsky] Wickner! I have an urgent matter.

Go ahead, guys.

-What's up? -Maximilian Schmidt. Incest.

-Who told you about it? -That's the reporter's privilege.

-So you just pulled it out of your ass? -Detective,

I protect my sources. It's a matter of ethics in my profession.

Spit it out or I'll lock you up for 24 hours,

and turn your shitty, fake newsroom upside down.

[chuckles]

Bullshit.

You can't do shit.

You're done, Podolsky.

You're finished.

We've got new heroes.

You're right. I'm finished.

-That's why I can do whatever I want. -[groans in pain]

And what I want is to crush your balls and tie your dick in a knot!

-Barens. -Barens what?

I know it from Barens.

Superintendent Leopold Barens?

Colonel Lothar Barens. [grunts]

He's been my source since this case started.

-[♪ dramatic music] -[grunts in pain]

[breathes heavily]

He's got first-hand information from his brother.

[doorbell rings]

[sighs]

Good morning, Helga. Is Colonel Lothar in?

Good morning, Detective. He went to see a doctor ten minutes ago.

That's too bad.

He was supposed to give me the laundry tickets for the clothes I left here.

Could I take a look in his study?

Certainly.

[Podolsky] Thank you.

[♪ tense music]

[♪ somber music]

[cell lock opens]

[♪ somber music continues]

Calm down, son.

[Jürgen whimpers]

It's okay.

[sobbing]

[Jürgen] I'm sorry.

[quavering]

I didn't do it.

I know, everything will be fine.

When can I see Mom?

As soon as you feel better.

Will she come?

Of course she will.

[groans]

[stable breathing]

Lie down.

I'm here with you.

[♪ somber music continues]

[Gerda] Did you see him?

How is he?

Did he ask about me?

Johann?

[♪ somber music continues]

Mysterious death of the Breslau Monster

[Holtz sniffles]

What have you done?

[sobs]

[mouths] What have you done, Johann?

[inaudible crying]

[♪ somber music]

Mysterious death of the Breslau Monster

[♪ closing theme music]