All language subtitles for Der.Pass.S02E03-SJK_track4_[eng]

Such panic attacks are completely normal.

Many patients feel overwhelmed
by the situation when they wake up.

You mentioned that you had very
vivid dreams during your coma.

Maybe you'll tell me about them?

I'm positive that regular chats
can improve your mental state.

What are you thinking?

PAGAN PEAK

Mr Riffeser?

-Hi. Yela Antic.
-Ah, the support from our neighbours.

DCI Manuel Riffeser,
leading the special taskforce.

Great, I look forward to working with you.

The Germans are sending the junior staff?

Well, alright. Briefing at nine.

Xandi?

Hi.

-Shall we park the car?
-What?

Shall we take the car
to the garage for you?

No, it's OK.

But we're supposed
to do the yard today.

No, we don't need to do that.

We... we're having guests today.
A short-term thing.

-Shall we prepare something?
-No. Take the day off.

Tell your colleague.
We'll manage on our own today.

OK.

Today's the inauguration.

We need to go.

I'm afraid we still don't know where the
contact between perp and victim happened,

nor have we managed
to recover the mobile phone.

But the woman made her last phone call
two days ago, to a girlfriend in Germany.

You'll get further information from our
liaison officer from Berchtesgaden, Ms...

Yela Antic.

Right, thank you.

The victim's name is Tonia Klara Roth,
18 years of age, born in Augsburg.

She has no police record in Germany.

She graduated from high school
in the summer

and three months ago
she left for a trip on her own.

She had been riding a bike in Austria
since November.

I have already handed out her WhatsApp,

social media and email correspondence
with friends and family.

My colleagues in Germany
have already talked to the parents.

Further inquiries are still being made,

but so far there are no clues pointing
at a perp in her close environment.

-I personally--
-Those are the facts about the victim.

If you have any question, please talk
to our German colleague directly.

And now the body.

A total of 34 cuts and stab wounds,

most of them in the chest,
thigh and genital areas.

There are no fingerprints,
no traces of sperm or saliva.

The shoe prints point to a single perp.

Injuries on her wrists show that the woman
was bound with a climbing rope.

We can deduct from the haemorrhage
that she must have struggled,

that is she was able to act
for a certain period.

He probably put her in his boot.

We found spunbound fibres in her hair.

He takes the woman to the forest
and undresses her there.

Because of the superficial cuts

we can assume
that he cut her clothing off with a knife.

The cuts were not deep enough
to injure her badly,

but deep enough to leave visible marks.

That must have been the point
when it was clear to the victim

that trying to escape was her only chance.

She must have been successful,
because our security guard witness

saw the victim
at the municipal utilities' safety fence,

but he wasn't able to help her.

She ran in a northern direction.

In that area, our dogs localised the place
where she was probably killed.

Most of the blood was there.

There, the perp must have gained control
over his victim

and made a deep killing cut.

He took her body 15km
from the crime scene to the river.

There, he superficially cleaned her body

before he covered her face and neck
with foliage.

He was probably disgusted by all the blood
and the neck wound.

These things look differently in reality
than in their imagination.

Cutting a throat in particular
takes many perpetrators by surprise.

Thanks for coming.

The circumstances
aren't always favourable.

Covering her with foliage
points to the fact

that the perp wanted
to distance himself emotionally

from this part of the crime at least.

This dissociation would suggest that we
are not dealing with a seasoned criminal.

It was probably his first murder.

From his point of view, the killing
was a necessary consequence.

His main focus, however, was control,
forcibly cutting off her clothing.

The victim's fear.

Not primarily the killing.

He wouldn't have disposed of the body
so callously

if he had prepared
for this part of the crime accordingly.

He acted out a long-harboured
sexual fantasy,

a pressure which had become ever stronger

which was now discharged.

He spontaneously expanded this fantasy
to include the aspect of killing.

And we need to ask ourselves, why.

Torturing a woman, feeling her fear,
cutting and breaking her skin,

that's a form of pleasure.

The combination of sexuality and violence.

He made his dream come true, so to speak.

But then, his dream is suddenly disturbed.

The victim dared to flee from him.

If your main need is to maintain control
over your victim,

this will strike you to the core.

So he follows her and cuts her throat.

This cut must have taken
a lot of strength.

His game, his pleasure, his arousal.

That's over.

All that's left is the insult

and immeasurable rage.

It's my mistake too.

We should have dealt with it much sooner,
back then even.

This must never happen again,
you're ruining everything.

They must come out of you at last.

Those images and fantasies.

I'm trying, but...

You need help, Xandi.

There are therapies, anonymous ones.
I'll find something for you.

OK.

-Thank you for being there for me.
-We can do this.

You can change.

I know that.

I know it.

-Can I make that phone call now?
-Not right now. This way, please.

I don't believe this.

Hey, what's going on?

Hey. Last night, we found the camp site
where Roth was taken.

What?

She was often out and about, like us.
She on her bicycle, we on our skies.

Sometimes we ate
or drank something together.

Did the camper van belong to Tonia Roth?

No, it belongs to the farmer.
He rents it out in the summer.

The guy is easy-going.

A bit weird, but OK.

In the winter, he doesn't even
charge rent for the stand.

Why did Ms Roth stay with you for so long?
Did she date someone from your group?

We're not a group.
Everyone does what they like.

We had a lot of laughs together.

We'll all miss her, seriously.

You could have called me.
I'm always available.

I would have called you
if we had needed your help.

I'm the liaison officer.

The vagabonds are all Austrians.
It's a purely Austrian affair.

Do you think it was one of those guys?

What I or you think...
is irrelevant in this case.

Those guys were the last ones
to see Tonia Roth alive.

I'm the German officer.

Stuff like that doesn't happen here.

But you didn't want to know.

This has always been a peaceful place.
Nothing bad happens.

Definitely not.

How can you know for sure?

This... was my mother's.

It keeps bad spirits away.

But you wouldn't believe that.

Yes, I believe you.

What about the shooting seat up there?

It's not part of this.
It's out in the woods.

I always said...

that the devil is out there.

The children, they understand.
They won't go there.

Children?

The little ones who are here in the
summer, with the regular guests.

They even met him once.

When they were playing out there.
The devil.

-The children saw someone out there?
-Yes.

Up in the woods.

The man without a face.

They even painted him for me.

-Can you show me?
-Sure.

No-one wanted to see it until now.

Here.

They're no Picassos.

Motorcycle model?

Colour of the helmets?

Height of the men, clothing,
model of the gun, anything?

Winter, there was an internal
investigation into you once.

More than one.

I mean the one concerning alleged contacts
with organised crime.

The Tachmanov family, Califati.

Apparently, he's mad as hell because
someone ratted out his son to the police.

We can help you if you cooperate with us.

Califati.

Doesn't ring a bell.

I get it. The bullet is pressing
on your head, leaving gaps.

But you don't need a brain
in early retirement.

You won't return to duty, Winter.

It'll be a blessing for all of us.

Hey...

Piss off.

And the boy in your dream,
was he that woman's son?

I don't think so.

Why did you follow him, anyway?

I had a feeling.

Describe it.

You may remember the story
in the newspaper, Breitensee.

I was in Vienna at the time,
missing persons department.

The man who locked up his daughter?

She had a baby boy in captivity.

I watched the video recordings
at the time.

He filmed her every day for eight years,
like a beast in a hole.

The boy...

I'll never forget the little one's face.

I wanted to help him.

I wanted to take his fear away.

And was he the boy in your dream?

No, but...

the feeling was the same.

Excuse me,
Mr Winter needs to do his exercise now.

Shall we talk about it later?

Right.
We'll unhook you briefly and then...

we can start.

Yes. Good, good.

And press.

When I was in a coma,
did anyone come visit me?

At some point?

Yes, a DI from Germany.

A quiet woman, very nice.

She often sat by your bed
for quite a while.

She also had your stuff cleaned.

Hasn't she been here yet?

Now your fingers.

Suspended, Ellie?

Yes. For personal reasons.

-When will she be back? -I'm not sure, Mr Winter. I'm sorry.

Can you give me her mobile number?

The old one doesn't work anymore.

I'm not in contact with her at the moment,
only the boss.

You could ask him, Jan Peter Heinze.
Our chief of police.

No, it's OK.

It's not that urgent. Thank you.

Of course we have to take this seriously.

Serious allegations of fraud...
We will not stand for this.

Fine.

Mr Lubowski and Dr. Geremus
have prepared everything.

The audit officers
will have a lot of questions,

but we'll know how to answer them.

Is there anything
we haven't discussed yet?

Now is your last chance.

No.

Definitely not.

Excuse me.

Hi, where are you?

I'll go to the castle now, OK?

Are you there now? I look forward
to finally meeting your brother. Bye.

This is Rebecca Afarid's phone.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

It's an emergency. The family.

This is Rebecca Afarid's phone.
I will return your call.

Rebecca, I can't get a hold of you.

Please wait downstairs at the gate.
I'm nearly there.

It's better if we go in together.

Thanks.

Go!

Hey, there you are.

Please don't kill me, Wolfgang.
I just broke Mum's sugar bowl.

The door was open.

Yes. They picked up the piano.

Are you alright?

Why haven't you introduced your nice
brother to me?

Tell me, Wolfi, did you know?
Rebecca is against hunting?

We still have some venison,
we could eat that.

We'll see.

-Biscuit?
-Yes.

Did the woman in your dream have something
to do with your case, Breitensee?

-The little boy's mother, perhaps?
-No.

That woman was totally different.

The way she was dressed...
upper class. Wadded.

The language.

And she had a guilty conscience.

Why do you think that?

Well, because of the picture.

She gave it away and told the
insurance company that it was stolen.

And the insurance company sent you.

No idea why I dream this stuff.

You won't believe this, but I've never
been interested in insurance companies.

But this picture somehow seems to trigger
some kind of fear or worry in you.

Have you seen it in your dream?

I think he had it with him.

Who?

I don't remember exactly.

I was in the room by the window...

and he was suddenly standing down there.

With the picture.

Make yourself scarce.

Mr Winter.

Whom did you see there?

I don't remember. I'm sorry.

My head.

Can we please continue tomorrow?

Mr Winter?

You have a visitor in your room.
A colleague from Germany is here.

Hello, Mr Winter.
I'm Yela Antic, CID Traunstein.

The men on the camping site
have nothing to do with the case.

They didn't notice anything. The DNA
traces on the site are all negative.

So far, we don't have a single clue.

I have an alibi.

I think he was watching Tonia Roth
from the woods.

From a hunting seat.
Maybe for several days.

He must have known exactly when to strike.

The children on the camping site
saw a man in the woods.

A man without a face.

I see.

My colleagues reacted the same way.

You do know that this is prosecutable?

Talking to a civilian
about ongoing investigations?

-You're still a police officer.
-I have a bullet in my head.

I'm unfit for service.

I just thought that you might...

understand better
where I'm coming from than the others.

Why?

I read your interrogation protocols
with Gregor Ansbach.

The Krampus case, I...

-I thought you would--
-Ansbach seized any opportunity

to draw attention to himself.
He constantly went to the press

and sent audio messages. In the end,
it took a lot of luck to catch him.

Yours...

He doesn't even want to be seen.
He does it all for himself only.

There are no parallels.

I can't help you.

Still, thanks for listening.

-And Ressler says this was his first time?
-Yes.

Because of the way he disposed of her.

Covering the face, washing off the blood.
He specifically took her to that river.

But not to wash her.

When we don't know where to go...

we take the paths we know, don't we?

To the place where we feel safe.

The Zill...

I've been there a few times.
The area is... particular.

I also found a book about sagas
and fairy tales from that area,

and this river
keeps playing a special role.

Do you think he'll go back there?

Guys like him often
overestimate themselves.

The longer no-one catches him,
the more secure he feels.

We can't wait for him to make a mistake.

There is a way of getting things moving.

It might not work.

But you would
make yourself unpopular for sure.

Is this supposed to be a joke?

Our information situation is too soft
for a media strategy.

What did you think
we should announce to the press?

Modus operandi. A perp profile.

Do you know what this means?

That every punter who likes to smack
a bottom will be reported.

The phone won't stop ringing.

It'll completely paralyze
our current taskforce.

Apart from that will anything we announce
make big headlines.

We'll have
even more scared citizens out there.

Maybe the people have reason to be scared.

I beg your pardon?

I know none of us likes to hear this,
but...

we do know that he will strike again
sooner or later.

And if we haven't done all we could,
we'll be the headline in the end.

This is your first big case. Right?

Ms Antic?

Yes.

Her discernment is good.

We've been fishing in muddy waters
for too long.

If the fishing rod doesn't work,
you need to use a net.

My opinion.

We'd like to inform you about the special
commission's current state of knowledge

and call on all citizens

to share relevant information
or possible clues with the police.

According to the current state of the
investigations we are assuming a perp

male, mid 20s to late 30s,

probably resident in or around Salzburg.

The brutality of the crime
points to a perpetrator

who is driven by fantasies of violence.

The woman was bound hand and foot

and must have been transported
in a large vehicle to the target river

on the evening of 14 November.

-At this point, I'd like to hand over...
-Daddy, I'm hungry.

Sure, come on, Konsti.

We'll make something.
Do you like schnitzel?

Do you like... spaghetti, perhaps?

OK, we'll be in touch. Thank you.

Can we call you back?

May I ask where you live?

-You know this man?
-Mr Heller?

Yes. Thank you very much.

The colour of the jacket,
hair colour, stature?

Antic. A call from Germany.
Could be interesting for us.

We... need your help.

Hello, Ms Reichelt. Yela Antic.

This is normally a shielded space,
and nothing must come out.

The people who call here...

They need help and trust.

In the first instance,
we just want to find out

if there could be a connection
with our investigation.

You think there is a connection?

You are still young.

You can trust me.

He's been calling for a few weeks now.
Anonymously.

I get the feeling he is outside somewhere.
Sometimes he's hard to make out.

There are wind noises and...
some kind of swishing noise.

Like water.

He only calls when I'm on night shift.

Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday,
between nine pm and one am.

He seems to follow me.

Then what?

He tells me about his fantasies.

Previously, I also worked from home,
but...

That voice...

I didn't want that in my home.

Why not?

It's part of my job that a patient could
direct his desires to me, but...

in this case,
I felt the risk was too high.

These are my notes about the phone calls.

Thank you.

He says in these moments, his desire takes
control of his mind and his body.

There is nothing he can do.
It's as if someone had pressed a button.

But he also says that he wants to get rid
of the dark inside of him, of the demon.

I don't think there is a willingness
to change in this case.

The caller shows little capability
for empathy in his words.

I think he plays the role of a patient
so someone finally listens to him.

I get the feeling
he enjoys talking about it.

OK, is he or isn't he our guy?

He described his fantasies of violence
in detail to the therapist.

He talks of a crackling in his head.

When he watches the women,
like a fire that's being lit.

Of breathing noises,
when his victim is afraid of him.

Of screams when he hurts them,
and of the blood rushing in his veins

like a wild river.

Those are no fantasies. This is a memory.

The therapist's phone connection
was moved to our office.

Two helicopters are ready to start.

I think he may call from his river.

Always in the evenings, at night.

He said nothing personal at all
about himself?

No. Ressler suspects
he doesn't want to be healed.

He lives his fantasies
when he talks about them.

So it all depends on his next call.

I hope the psychologist has strong nerves.

When he calls, you act like you always do.

The longer you talk to him,
the better for us.

-Would you like a drink, some water?
-Yes, please.

Good evening, this is Dr. Alena Reichelt.
How can I help you?

Hello.

Good evening, this is Dr. Alena Reichelt.
How can I help you?

When was that?

Good evening, this is Dr. Alena Reichelt.
How can I help you?

Hello?

It's me.

How are you?

-It's him. Helicopters on standby.
-OK, this is it.

Prepare the roadblocks.

Better.

I'm glad.

It's good you're calling.

It's important for us to talk regularly.

Do you remember my last question?

No.

You told me about your fantasies.

And I asked you...

what is stopping you from doing it.

Can you answer this question today?

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Hello?

This is the police.

Stop walking. Put your hands on your head
and kneel down.

This is the police.

Crap.

They had him in their sight.

I don't believe this.
He can't have dissolved into thin air.

I don't get it.

We sealed off the forest on both sides.
The access roads.

He called from his river.

We almost had him.

Thanks to you.

Good work.

Xandi?

I needed to hear your voice.

-Where are you? -Home.

It's going to be OK, Xandi.

It's over.

Once and for all, I promise.

-That's good. -The conversations helped me.

That's good.

Thank you.

Thank you for being there for me.

Goodbye.

Last time you weren't in your room.

-We had an appointment.
-I'm sorry.

-It's hard for me to remember.
-Physically, you're making good progress

but on the other hand I get the feeling

that the longer we talk
about your memories,

-the more you seem to forget.
-Yes. But what can I do?

It's gone.

All of it.

I believe the things we talked about
in the past few days are important.

They are obviously connected to your past.

But I'm interested in the future.

I want to go back to work.
I have to go back to work.

SAGAS FROM THE ZILL VALLEY

I don't know if you remember...

ONE YEAR LATER

Manni! Hi.

How are you?

Long time no see.
Want to come in for a coffee?

Thanks, I'm in a hurry. I thought
I'd finally take the animal to you.

-What?
-Well, you ordered it and paid for it,

but you never picked it up.
That was a year ago.

-Right.
-Yes.

They are just what they are. They are
at peace with themselves and the world.

That's why they get along,
because they don't pretend.

Sounds right.

Yes. I feel at home with them.

-That music is pretty heavy.
-Johansson. Icelandic.

Subtitles by Stephanie Geiges