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I like hiking in nature, in the mountains or in the forest.

You quickly see you're a tiny part of something greater.

I mean, the community suffers

when everyone seeks only their own profit.

Great things can only be accomplished in a group.

Therefore, you tried to serve in the army.

Yes ...

You have both German and Austrian nationality,

but you were classified as unfit by both armies.

Yes, that's correct.

You also failed the foreign intelligence exams.

Yes, well, ...

I got nervous.

I cared too much.

Why?

Those people do something.

As far as I know, for the last sixty years

they didn't see much action.

Apart from moving their furniture from Pullach to Berlin.

What did you exactly do in CIT?

Well ...

I explained applications to employees

and maintained the computers.

How would you communicate with customers in a crisis:

phone or email?

Hack.Chat, it's the safest one.

Why did you choose us?

In your ad, you write about fighting cybercrime.

And that you're looking for competent people,

ready to devote themselves fully to a single goal.

And that's exactly what I want.

To work in a team, for the right side.

Not just speak, but do.

You're a peculiar candidate, Mr. Ansbach.

You like nature. Most of us don't know what a forest is.

On the other hand, you found most security repositories.

That's impressive.

I've found even more.

Last night, I put them

in an exploit base.

All but yours of course.

We've got no weak points.

This is the most important department.

You'll work here.

Tax number, social security, etc. you'll arrange with Mrs. Wibble.

You know her?

I'll need weekly reports.

Okay.

You'll manage.

- Hello. - Hi.

Dad, I'm sorry, I completely forgot about you!

I've got a lot to do.

Dad, what do you think? I can't go hunting.

I spend whole days at work, got no time for this.

Yes, sorry ... - I'm sorry, it's that ...

No, no. That's alright.

I'll call you when I have a minute, okay?

Pagan Peak [The Pass]

What are you doing?

I must leave.

For how long?

I don't know yet.

And I?

Is it because of that killer?

What?

I know what's going on.

It didn't work, I tried ... - Louisa!

You see?

You make the very mistake

we've spoken of.

You think only of yourself and that makes you weak!

Come here.

We can't think only of ourselves now.

Or else we'll be alone.

Are we alone?

Therefore, he can't hurt us.

Then why do you want to leave us?

But I'm not leaving you.

I can't do that.

We are forever connected!

But the last few weeks showed me something.

The end is nearing faster than I thought.

Writing's not enough, I must go, to the world!

To search for those who belong to us,

who must be saved!

Take me with you!

No. - Take me with you!

- No. - Take me with you!

No, you're staying here.

You are farther then them,

you must help them.

The weaker of you need the stronger ones.

I'm not strong.

Let's go.

Come on!

Mr. Winter?

Swoboda,

Public Prosecution Office Vienna.

May I get in for a second?

Yes, please do.

For me, personally, it's a bit too cold.

I won't take much of your time, you're a very busy person.

For some time, I've been watching Chingiz Tajmanov's organization.

He runs legal and illegal brothels throughout Austria.

Perhaps you know him under another name, Kalifati ...

No.

Two years ago, you were investigated

for passing police information to his organization.

I don't remember anything.

That's a pity.

We're investigating Umid Tajmanov,

his son.

He stabbed an Albanian to death in an illegal brothel.

Unfortunately, we can't prove the youngster did it,

as we haven't found the weapon.

And?

Just after the murder, Tajmanov made a call.

And since we've got his phone, we know whom he called.

Twelve missed calls!

You must be a heavy sleeper.

What did you speak about?

Something interesting for me?

Wrong number.

I understand.

See, Mr. Winter,

I'm a very good-natured person,

and I've got good political connections.

I don't care if you're a corrupt asshole or not.

Perhaps there's something

I can do for you.

My pleasure.

The killer showed his true face, the one behind the mask.

In previous murders, he showed how he sees himself:

controlled,

untouchable, powerful.

But this impulse-driven murder

showed his different side:

hate for the world, love of destruction.

The crime is so horrible that it gives us a chance.

But we've got to start all over again.

This means:

We've got to check again all the cases from the last year.

Maybe he already killed someone this way.

So, what does it mean?

It means: cranial and facial injuries,

all unexplained murders over the past 20 years

in the south of Germany and in Austria.

What is it?

We must check all broken heads in the last 20 years?

Yes, exactly. Is there a problem?

Thomas?

No, no problem. New case to start from.

Good, then don't disrupt us, do your job.

I do it 24 hours a day, if you haven't noticed.

I see my children only asleep.

So wake them up! - What?

You want compassion? Then look for a new job.

So, I'll take Germany, Berchtesgaden, ...

and Traunstein. I've got someone in the archives.

I'll start with Tyrol. Tyrol, Salzburg, Upper Austria.

What's going on? Move out!

Boss?

Have a look at this.

Very good.

A very good research, Litkowski, thanks.

Sure.

Look at those massive head injuries.

They had to perform a dental identification.

It's the same impulsive behavior.

The environment is similar, a cybersecurity company,

lots of people dealing with computer systems.

The case is seven years old.

we've already interviewed hundreds of employees.

They're now spread all over the country.

You can imagine the bomb I'll drop if

I say we're taking a completely new direction.

Currently, we have four unsolved murders,

and the brass wants results.

It is the right direction!

Four days.

I need more people, then.

I've already asked for a bigger budget, no way.

Ok, we'll do overtime.

Ellie, look around you! Your people are at the limit!

The've been working 24 hours a day.

Two of them quit already.

Yes, they were too weak.

Excuse me?

Yes, I press for progress, but I'm in charge, right?

Yes, you do, but I'm responsible for the whole team!

I don't want the people to fall apart and all that to be for nothing.

The team needs you.

Needs someone who'll keep a cold head.

And?

We have four days.

Blani called.

We may have an eyewitness.

What?

A maskmaker. He carves Krampus masks.

What are you doing here again? The kitchen's not cleaned.

I, too, need a break.

Who takes breaks, doesn't earn.

I've got enough of you, this week it's no pay!

No!

Please.

I need to pay for the room.

You should have thought earlier.

Next week, it's your last chance, or you're out.

Why do I even put up with you illegals.

Hi.

You alright?

Don't worry, the old bat is crazy.

Since her husband died, she's not right in the head.

I need to pay for my place ...

or I'm out.

I'll speak with her.

Otherwise, I'll lend you the money.

Thanks!

You're so good!

A good man.

What?

I'm nice to you, so can't you be a bit nicer to me?

Stop!

Stop! No!

Get back here, you whore!

- Good afternoon, colleague! - Afternoon.

- Winter. - Hahn.

A drink?

If there's no beer then water.

Litkowski, a water, please.

The body looked terrible. But it wasn't the worst thing.

When Tischler died, a bunch of hard drives

with very sensitive data disappeared from the storage.

Like a fart in the air.

Security gaps of big companies.

Information worth millions in the darknet.

Of course, nobody from the company said a word.

That'd be no good press

for Europe's number one cybersec company, right?

Especially, when the boss himself is responsible.

Tischler?

He was the boss.

Only he had access to the drives.

So, only he could pinch and sell the data.

Perhaps to the Russians.

And they made a quick work of him.

And that hit you so badly you quit your job?

I can take much,

but there comes a moment when it has to stop.

The computer from Tischler's office disappeared

along with all the papers.

Only power supplies were left in the drawers, but no hard drives.

They took everyone off the case,

finally, I was left alone like an idiot.

Those were orders,

from the very top.

The wanted no bad publicity.

Dat.Sec belongs to Henning LLC, and their strings reach

even high up to the government.

In the end, Tischler's wife sued me for libel.

Know who paid the lawyer?

The company?

But I don't give a damn.

No point wasting time.

I'm a cowboy now.

Got my own saloon, it runs great.

Life's much easier now.

Can you give me Mrs. Tischler's phone number?

Mr. Lang?

Mr. Lang?

Yes?

"I never interfered in my husband's affairs."

"Or in the investigation. It was an error."

What did you tell the police?

It was the first time something like that happened.

When he placed his order,

he wanted me to do it just like in the picture.

"Up to the smallest detail",

he said, like in the drawing.

He wanted a really special mask.

But he couldn't do it himself.

"I never entered his office,"

"it was his kingdom."

"Also, I trusted those people."

"But then, that investigator started blaming my husband."

Do you have his name, his address?

No, he paid in cash.

And what exactly did you find suspicious?

Well, all of a sudden, he started that speech.

He said a great moment would come soon,

something that would put in shadow all there had been before.

Therefore, he needed a special mask.

What kind of a great moment?

He didn't say that exactly.

But he said I'd be proud very soon,

because I'd see my mask in the newspapers.

Forgive me, but doesn't it bother you

that your husband's killer was never found?

"I couldn't deal with it."

Did you see his car?

And the drawing? Do you still have it?

Did you ...

After the official investigation,

did you notice anything strange related to you husband?

Did you find something in his things,

which you didn't report to the police?

"He threw nothing away."

"Mostly work things, invoices, contracts ..."

"But there were also letters."

Letters?

What letters?

We showed them to Resler.

His analysis agrees with ours.

They were written by someone with low self-confidence.

Someone who found a model in Tischler.

But he, in turn, wanted

to be more noticed and heard.

His word choice points to pathos

and a narcissistic self-perception.

What about DNA or fingerprints?

The letters lied too long in the basement,

the paper is covered with mold spores.

He writes a lot about the fall of values

of our times, abuse of power,

superficiality of people.

"Let me be your tool,"

"together we can achieve greatness."

"For the first time in my life, I feel I've found my place."

"I want to prove myself worthy of it."

"I'm ready to completely devote myself to our cause."

"A new time is coming. "

But the letters are not all.

A local maskmaker received this order.

An order for a very peculiar mask.

The orderer said this mask would appear in the newspapers.

Impossible.

Unfortunately, he paid in cash. No name, no address.

But there's another way.

We need to find all the Dat.Sec employees

from Tischler's department and get them here.

The maker is ready for an identification parade.

Good.

He knows where I live.

Don't worry.

No one can hurt you here.

I heard in the village

the federal police is really looking for you.

Police?

Your boss

or that Fred.

Someone had to report.

In Germany, the law is very strict.

But don't worry.

Nobody can find you here. You can stay

until all this calms down, which won't take long. Then ...

Then you'll see.

Keep your chin up.

You've got a room for yourself.

I write most of the day in the second room.

Do you work a lot?

Please, I'm just Gregor.

Milica.

You know, Milica, ...

if I want to create, ...

I must sacrifice everything for the case.

Time, family, friends.

Robert Blum gave his life for a cause.

Also a writer?

A poet.

Closely tied to the nature and homeland.

In Brigittenau near Vienna,

pale, dry grass sways in the wind.

And when we kneel down

and brush it softly aside,

With a gloomy look

and pale lips,

and a melancholic daring,

We find a spot on the ground

which dark is with noble blood.

Blum's execution caused a storm of indignation

to sweep through all of Germany.

The revolution of the 1848 started to wind up ...

Yes.

- Let me ... - No, sit down.

You're nobody's waitress.

I'll wash it myself later.

Look, I brought you some clothes.

You can't wear only my old sweater.

If you want to listen to music, the MP3 player and headphones are here.

Your phone was wet.

I dried the SIM card, it should work now.

And Milica, ...

make yourself at home.

We'll find a solution soon.

Thanks!

Mr. Mishke,

come here for a second.

Security codes need to be updated every 24 hours.

You know that very well.

- I'll do it immediately. - Please do.

Are you still here?

The lords of the house,

if I can allow myself this politically incorrect phrase.

The rest went back home,

to their model wives and expensive cars.

I'd like to speak with you. Come to my office.

Hello?

Yes.

Blani, criminal police Traunstein.

Mr. Ansbach, we're conducting a routine inspection.

We have a few questions about your work for the Dat.Sec company,

seven years ago.

What is it about?

I understand.

No, it's not a problem.

I'm self-employed, I can manage.

Yes.

Good.

Goodbye.

Yes.

Doublet?

What?

You got a doublet, you can go straight for the key.

My God, it's not that complicated.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Today was a bit intensive.

What is your book about?

Book?

"Book" is not the right word.

Do you know what an "oeuvre" is?

You read a book, then just forget it.

And an oeuvre is something bigger,

something enduring.

Nietzsche, Jung, Thoreau ...

What is your oeuvre about, then?

My oeuvre is a wake-up call.

It's about people as beings and their role in the nature.

People need to finally wake up.

Look ...

people live currently in an anti-world of sorts.

In short, it's "everyone for himself".

He doesn't notice all the wrong things around him.

Take a look at your country.

People are poor, exploited, deceived.

Or this guy who tried to force himself on you ...

Incessantly,

everyone tries to exercise his power over others

and then, exploit them.

Criminals,

corrupt politicians, money-hungry managers,

unscrupulous investors, this whole vermin ...

It's this people who bring the whole system to ruin.

Everything is crumbling.

And what remains?

What will remain, Milica?

Do you hear?

Do you see the trees, ...

the forest, ...

the sky?

That's what remains.

I said: my favorite love song.

What trash is this?

It's not a love song.

And?

Ok, alright, it's But He Still Loves Her.

Bad guess!

Okay ...

Do I get a second chance?

What do you tell her when you come to me?

I need to buy my cigarettes.

Yesterday I moved out. For now, I sleep in the office.

You can sleep here.

Downstairs, in the living room.

I watched you.

You do good work, a very good work.

You're reliable, they say, fully devoted to your work.

Someone in my position works like a link.

All the data, passwords, the most important information.

I'm the one who binds it all together.

So, if something happens to me,

our department will just stop working.

And that would be a disaster for our clients.

And for us.

Therefore, I need a secret deputy.

One that only I know about.

In that position, I need someone

who doesn't just speak, but also acts.

And someone whom I can fully trust.

Can I trust you, ...

Mr. Ansbach?

- Thank you for coming. - Hello.

Gregor Ansbach, I was told to report here.

ID, please.

Show your ID here, please.

So, please wait here a bit.

Mr. Reiz, you are next.

Viruses and trojans?

Excuse me?

We worked in the same department.

I sat behind you.

Ah, yes.

Well, ...

It was an eternity ago.

Time flies.

That really scares me.

I always notice it before Christmas:

"What? I need to buy gifts already? Impossible!"

Mr. Seeberger, your turn, please.

Here.

Any idea what's going on?

What do they want from us after all those years?

Who knows?

Is the Meter Peter connection established?

Of course.

Good.

I finished everything yesterday.

Exactly as you asked ... - Good, I said.

Here.

Why are you writing me letters, Mr. Ansbach?

Where did you get this idea?

I thought ...

We get along so well ...

Who do you think you are?

You are just one of my employees,

and I'm your manager.

I ... know.

Where did you get the idea to write me personal letters?

I thought you were an intelligent,

young man who wants to make a career.

I just thought ...

I feel so good in this company ... - You feel good?

Did you read your letters before sending them to me?

What's wrong with you?

Mr. Ansbach, could you please follow me?

How was your relationship with Tischler like?

Good, ...

but distant.

Normal.

Mr. Tischler was very professional.

Did the employees feel sympathy for him?

Or did anyone have any special relationship with him?

Something close?

Or the contrary, were there any conflicts? - No.

He treated everyone alike.

He demanded a lot from us, but was very fair.

A good boss.

Yes.

I'm sorry. This will not happen again. - I expect that.

Otherwise, you'll be terminated quicker than you think.

Do you have the USB with you?

- What? - The USB drive with passwords!

Yesterday, I asked you to bring it. Do you have it?

I do.

For protection, I carry it in the box ... - Give it to me.

These codes are changed anyway.

I'm sorry, but I can't trust someone like you.

Your place will be taken by another employee.

Go now, please, I don't need you anymore.

Mr. Ansbach?

No.

We didn't communicate outside work at all.

So you were

just a cog in the machine,

with no real influence on the greater whole?

Yes.

Isn't that a bit frustrating,

to sit in front of the computer, typing something.

Not knowing what you're programming.

Yes.

But there are many advantages.

At least, you don't bear all the responsibility.

That's not my thing.

What do you do outside of work?

Do you have a family?

Yes,

I have a son.

We live separately with his mother, but we get along well.

I try to see him as often as possible.

And apart from that? Hobbies, sports?

Yes, I jog.

The mountains? Forest?

Never.

I'm rather a city guy.

Mhm.

Well, that's almost all from my side.

Now I must ask you

to fill out this form.

Yes, the police is still so analog.

You can't even imagine how many binders we've got here.

Just fill out,

a formality.

Is that all?

We'll need you for an identification parade.

Won't take long.

Good.

Send in the next file.

Okay.

Mr. Lang, these are the last ones.

Check each one of them exactly.

Is any of them the man who ordered the mask?

No.

Have a glass of water, it's pretty hot here.

And think again, calmly.

Change their facing.

I'm not thirsty. He's not there!

Take another look!

Look carefully, look, look, look!

What's wrong with you, Mr. Lang?

Why do you look at the floor?

Decide!

Is the man one of them, someone there?

No, I already told you!

I come here,

sit for hours,

look at those faces,

but that man is not here.

What do you want of me, goddamnit!

That wasn't my idea!

We must've missed someone!

Did all show up?

One is dead and others don't fit the description

or they're women.

So, I'd like to go now.

Litkowski, please.

Thank you again, thank you.

Ellie.

We can make a composite sketch,

send BOLOs,

compare their handwriting ...

Ellie?

Chef, just got a message from the forestry, you may be interested.

A burned-out car in the forest.

How can that be interesting now?

Well ... Possible arson,

shrapnel in a tree, so maybe it was an IED or ...

Maybe?!

They're investigating the parts now.

Let me know when we have something concrete.

Okay.

Shit, what's going on here?!

You are free. Come with me.

That way, please.

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