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Many of you know
the storm heavily damaged the hospital.

The roof is nearly off.
We had to cut the power.

Medical care is no longer ensured.

We should listen to emergency services

and leave the island tomorrow morning.

SAVE YOURSELVES!

After that we may be cut off
from the outside world for several days.

Well?

I'm Tom and this dope is Klaus.

Hi, Tom. Hi, Dopey.
Sorry, guys, but I have to work.

We figured you needed a little break.
We'll buy you a drink.

The thing is...

There aren't many of your kind here.

Tourists?
- No! Not tourists.

Pretty women.

Oh! I see.

Thanks for the explanation.

Something up?
- Sorry, guys.

Maybe you should just go back

and practice it all again, OK?

Yes?
- Shit, Clemens!

He has my number.

Danny has my number!
- Are you sure?

He texted me.

Fuck!

OK, OK. Shit, Linda. I'm sorry.

How does he always do it?
- Don't worry.

He won't know where you are.
- How do you know?

He found out my number somehow.

Hold on.

Can he locate my phone?
- Linda, stop! No, he can't.

All the location services are off.
Danny's not the NSA.

Whatever. I need a new SIM card.
Can you send me one?

Maybe you need
to come back and face it.

The lawyer says
it won't end without your testimony.

You spoke to the lawyer?

Why?

You've lost him.
- Bull! We're watching him.

He's at home.
Ilko and Kante are outside his door.

But sis, you've been on the island
for three weeks now.

How much longer?
- No idea, Clemens. Why not ask Danny?

How did she react?
- I didn't tell her, she's panicking.

I swear, I have no idea
how he got away from me. What'll we do?

We'll find him.
And then we'll take care of him for good.

Danny is far away.
He doesn't know where you are.

Even if he does,
he can't do anything to you.

You're on an island

in the middle of a nasty windstorm.

Linda!

Hello!

It was just a joke!

Where are you? Don't be afraid.

Hello!

It was all just a joke.

Hello!

Dude!

She fell pretty far down.

No idea what that stunt was.
What's with her?

What now?
- We go back up. No one knows we're here.

What if she's injured?
- She's not.

You saw how she ran away.

Are you nuts? Leave that thing here!

My client admitted he tripped over a dog.
- Tripped? He kicked her.

With steel toe boots.
- Was it your dog, Professor?

Why does it matter if it was mine?

Please tell your client
he has to answer my question.

It clearly wasn't my dog.
The owner was in the supermarket.

Were you angry, Professor?

That dog was pregnant.
- No.

The veterinarian's report says
she was just fat.

My client was justified in thinking
that dog was pregnant.

Were you angry, Professor?
- Why me?

He kicked a pregnant dog in the stomach.

OK?

Please stand up.

Just stand.

You too.

Do you think you're a match for my client

in a physical fight?

Probably not in every instance.

But in this instance?

Did you launch a surprise attack on him?
- No, I did not.

Where did you come from that Monday
morning? What made you so angry?

You broke his nose, six ribs, three...
- He kicked a pregnant dog.

He didn't trip. He said, "Beat it!"

Your Honor,
I'm trying to clarify what happened.

Where had you come from, Professor?

Where?

The skiing trip is the last thing
we do together, a tradition.

And I've booked the cabin.
- Take your girlfriend.

I don't have one.
Did your mother say that?

Whatever.

Mom and Norman go to Australia,
I'll finally be alone.

Chrissi and Lena will stay.
We'll study for exams.

I mean, skiing?

Hannah, we haven't seen each other
since September.

At Christmas you blew me off too.
Time goes so fast, I get the feeling...

I don't know anything about you anymore.

What is it you want to know?

School good? Driver's License?

Are you in love?

Yes, yes and...

not now, no.

Hannah, what's wrong?

What, Dad?
For years we've been stuck on small talk.

Don't know your daughter?
Maybe you shouldn't have left.

It wasn't like that. One day...
- Sure, Dad.

One day you'll tell me your side
of the story and we'll embrace joyously.

I have to go study for final exams.

Thanks for breakfast.
- Hannah, please wait. Hannah?

You want the bill?

Take what you need.

Beat it!

Cowardly bastard!
- What, you faggot?

Professor Herzfeld?

The answer is no.
I wasn't angry, I was in grand spirits.

Sorry I called you.

But this is definitely a job for the boss.
- No problem. The meeting was nonsense.

Details?
- Female, found in Spreewaldpark in a box.

A homeless man found her.
He described it well.

He said,
"Someone let the air out of her head."

I see what he means.

Do we have the box?
- It's in Forensics.

Thanks.

The deceased is a female,

Central European,
estimated age between 50 and 60.

A rectal temperature near the temperature
where she was found

and the stages
of rigor and livor mortis indicate

a time of death
between 48 and 36 hours ago.

Both rami,
including both bodies of mandible,

appear to have been unhinged

after detaching epidermis
and subcutaneous tissue with...

what was evidently a rough-toothed saw.

Her hands have been cut off
behind the carpal bones,

probably to hide her identity.

Not too bad.

Someone knew exactly what he was doing.

What does the CT scan say?
- Foreign object in her head.

Not the first headshot this week.

That isn't a bullet.

No blood aspiration in trachea or lung.
External injuries are postmortem.

Imagine if she'd been alive...
- Now stomach contents.

Oh! I've come too late. Please excuse me.

And you are?
- Ingolf von Appen.

Oh.
- Professor Herzfeld.

Getting to meet you in person is...

Thank you for accepting me
as a guest student.

It's a great honor.
- Thank your friends.

The Federal Police President rarely
sends an intern.

Stomach contents: 140 ml grayish-white,

almost milky looking,
mushy, runny substance.

Acidic smelling.
- Oh yes!

Everything OK, young man?
- Yes, of course.

I'm just surprised
there's no music playing or...

Music?
- Yes, music. You know...

We have to analyze the stomach contents
and crumbly particles in the duodenum.

But let's examine the head now.

What happened to this woman?

Oh no! I'm so very sorry.

Stop!

Not on your face!
What she had could be contagious.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Know what? You want to be useful, right?
- Certainly.

Then get me a cardioversion machine.

A...
- Yes, second floor.

Ask for Professor Strohm.
He knows what I need.

Cardioversion machine.
- For this corpse.

Cardioversion machine. Second floor.

And fast! Or it'll be too late.
- Cardioversion...

Gloves off, wash your hands.
- Wash your hands!

Let's use the time while that fool's gone.

Not a projectile, more of a capsule.

The advantage
of postmortem computed tomography is

before you use the scalpel
you already know what to expect.

Not just with corpses, where we can...

Dr. Strohm? Sorry to interrupt.
Professor Herzfeld sent me.

He needs a cardioversion machine.

Herzfeld needs a cardioversion machine?
- Yes.

He needs it for a corpse.

I don't know who you are
or what you're up to but I assure you

a defibrillator
won't help Herzfeld's "patient."

Do you need help?
- No, see to the abdominal organs.

I'll manage all right.

I'll be right back.

Shit!

Dad, please help me!

Dad, I'm scared of dying.

He'll kill me
if you don't do exactly what he says.

He's monitoring your every step.

He says the way you got this message

should be a warning to you.

You know a thousand people
at the Federal Police,

but you can't talk to anyone, OK?

Wait for Erik!
He has more instructions for you.

Not a word to anyone or I'm dead!

Professor Herzfeld?

Sir?

Yes.
- Everything all right?

Yes.

No.

I think I'm sick. I don't feel well.
- Oh.

Can I help you in any way?

Should I call a doctor?
- Go back to work. Just give me a moment.

OK.

Have you opened the capsule?
- Yep.

Empty.

The capsule was empty.
- OK.

Please, not again.

Can't we at least...
Please, I have condoms in my backpack.

No!

Of course it'll be safe, you little slut.

Shit!

He'll kill me
if you don't do exactly what he says.

He's monitoring your every step.

You know a thousand people
at the Federal Police,

but you can't talk to anyone.

Wait for Erik!

He has more instructions for you.

Not a word to anyone or I'm dead!

Hello, Petra. Listen...

You heard from Hannah?
- It's not a good time.

It's nearly seven in Sydney.
We're off to the opera.

It's really important.
- I know about your trip.

But what should I tell you?
You reap what you sow.

Sorry, that was mean.
Don't take it so hard.

RANSOM

Have fun at the opera
and say hi to Norman. Bye.

REVENGE

Hello, Erik?

Erik, say something.

I'll fulfil your demand.
No police, the feds don't know and won't.

I just want my daughter back.

Erik, say what you want
and you'll get it.

Listen, you prick!

If you lay a finger on my daughter,
I'll kill you!

I have the means to find you!
I'll kill you, you filthy pig!

Hello? Shit!

You complete moron!

Erik?

Listen to me, I'm sorry.

Tell me what you want and you get it.

Erik's dead.

Dead on the beach in Heligoland.

Who are you?
- Linda. I just happen to be on the beach.

Stop whimpering.

I can tell how fun it is for you.

It is, isn't it?

It's fun for you.

Exactly.

I don't like that.

Women have to be chaste.

And if that's not in their nature,

you have to help them.

I just don't know how to cut...

Did you know 97 percent
of Somali women are circumcised?

97 percent! That's almost all of them.

But should I cut off
your clitoris or labia?

Inner or...? What do you think?

I'm going for now.

Use the time.

Because when I come back...

you know what's going to happen.

You really work for the police?
- I'm a medical examiner.

Am I in trouble for answering the phone?

No, don't worry.

And the police?
- They don't know yet. I had no phone.

It's stormy, nothing works.
I was going to tell them.

No, no!

Don't do that. I implore you.

Don't go to the police.
- What? Why not?

My daughter's life depends on it.

I know it sounds utterly irrational.

I can only beg you.
- OK. It doesn't sound irrational to me.

The police don't help.
- Listen.

Just one thing, wait for me. I'm coming.
- Forget it!

It's storming.
The sea rescue isn't even out.

There's no transport to the island.
- I'll manage.

What? Are you Superman?

Can I give you a lift?

Why are you here?
- Your colleagues told me to quit.

I agree, I messed up.
Can I make it up by giving you a lift?

No thanks, I called a taxi.

Linda, did you search his pockets?

No.
- Hannah's message.

It wasn't "Erik will contact you,"

but, "Wait for Erik!
He has more instructions for you."

The first one
was in the body on my autopsy table.

Now there's another body...
- Come on!

The taxi may be stuck.

It's a kind of...
- Treasure hunt, with bodies.

Yes.

The next clue must be on Erik.
The instruction that'll lead me to Hannah.

Can you search him?

OK. I'll do it.

Come on!

How hard are you going to make this?

I want to say sorry.

Professor,
I won't do crap like that again.

It was the grossest thing ever
and he had nothing.

No keys, no wallet,
not even a pack of gum!

Just the phone.

Linda, call the hospital on the island.

Tell Mr. Ender Müller about the body.

Talk only to him, or it'll be official.
- Who is Ender Müller?

The janitor, I know him well.
- Surprise!

More of a clue
that the perp knows me very well.

I'll tell him you're coming.
Talk to no one till I'm there.

Here?

Didn't you hear me?
Windstorm Anna is blowing over buildings.

The hospital roof is off. No one is there.
- How much longer will it last?

At least three days.
The waves are a meter high.

Moses couldn't make it here.
We're cut off.

OK.

I'll manage it.

So, where is it you're heading?

Heligoland.

Play it ahead! Come... Ah!

Nasty goal.

Nasty goal.

Why don't men get cellulitis?
- It looks shitty.

Have I told that one?
- Not today, Ender.

Yeah? Professor!

Why exactly do I have the pleasure?

Hey!

Oh shit!

Yeah, oh no...
Sorry, cops are all on the mainland.

Doctors too.
- You playing?

I'm... I'm in Brandrupp.

Tell her to come by.
- Ender Müller?

She thinks ahead.

I don't know what my mother was thinking,
but my name's Ender.

I said change it please, Mom.

She said, "I Ender this discussion."

Hey! It's nine to three.

Then let's call it a tie.

Why don't men get cellulitis?

Because it looks shitty.

Why does everyone know that one?

This is how I met Herzfeld.
Every year someone jumps.

If there's doubt, Paul comes
and does an autopsy in the hospital.

Paul's right. No need to advertise it
or people will start to panic.

Now that no one can leave.

And up!

Well then, to the main station.

I hope this ends in three days.
I have an important date on the mainland.

Oh yeah?
- A callback for GT.

German Talent, the TV show.

I'm destined for greater things
than janitor.

What are your talents?
- Stand-up.

But with my own twist, body comedy.

"Bomedy."

Acrobatic?
- Not that crap.

I go out naked, show off my guns,
tell a few jokes.

But my biggest gun stays in its holster.

Shame.

Here's a good one.

A basement apartment
just opened up above me.

Get it?
There's nothing under the basement.

Sana Hospital, Ender Müller here.

Paul! No, landline.
No cellular service down here.

Yeah, no. We're grand.
No worries, no one's out in this weather.

No one would've noticed the body
on a white elephant.

What? Most definitely not, Paul.

Definitely not!

Yes, it may be terribly important, Paul.

You said get the body to Pathology.
It's here, we're even.

Being in Pathology
has me sweating bullets.

I'd love to help you, but I can't.

I'm going to puke. What should I do?
I'm no good to you at all.

Linda? What work do you do?

I draw.
- Painting.

Walls or pictures?
- Comics!

Animation. What?

That means you're good
with your hands, right?

Linda, you were right.

I won't make it there soon.

I need to ask for a big favor.
- What?

You...

You have to do an autopsy.
- Is this a joke?

No! Maybe before,
but now I'm dead serious.

Put the body with the feet
towards the organ table.

That's the little table over the basin,
next to the shower head. See it?

Absolutely not!
- Then put on gloves.

Thick ones, with grips.

And put on a rubber apron.

Get two organ-cutting knives.

No scalpel!
The blades break easily, it's dangerous.

And you need long forceps.

And scissors to cut the clothes.
- Whoa!

Have you lost it?
- To be honest...

I probably have.

The body this morning,
the message about my daughter...

It was in the head.

It was in the dead woman's head.
It wasn't on her.

It was in her.

You want me to cut this man open
and look for hidden messages?

I know I'm asking too much.

But I have no time!
- Your daughter...

Hannah's situation is bad, but....

It's not just Hannah.
He's murdered two people.

We've got a serial killer here.

What if the murderer
is still on the island and not done?

I like you.

I know I have no right
to demand this of you.

All I can do is plead with you.

Please!
- I'm vegetarian.

I can't even cut a steak.

Now I'm supposed to...
- You won't have to eat him.

Ha-ha!
- I'll guide you.

You... Hello?

Shit!

Intern, I...

Ingolf.

Yes.
- Still here?

Yes, no trains. It's chaos.
- Idiot!

This your car?
- It's a high-class Mercedes!

610 horsepower!

Then use that horsepower to get moving!

You're blocking me!

It's not my business, but I overheard.
You're not really sick, are you?

No, no.
- Stuffed-shirt! Get lost now!

The thing in Heligoland is very important.
- A life and death matter.

Life and death. Nice and calm.

We'll be gone soon.
- Soon, pretty boy?

I'll bash your face in soon.

Keep calm.

Um, I propose

we stock up on provisions
and warm blankets.

A traffic jam can be uncomfy
in this weather. OK?

OK.

Can we start external examination?
- We? I'm pretty alone here.

But I'm only going
to look at him from the outside.

Corpses are a totally normal thing, right?

No reason to flip out.

That's right,
150,000 people die every day.

Two a second, about 56 million a year.

So the dead outnumber the living?

Yes, that's right. We assume
100 billion homo sapiens have died.

Still, this is my first dead body.

Why don't we deal with death more often?
- I don't know.

But if you're going to do it, do it now.

Ugh! He didn't stink like that just now.
- Linda, describe him to me.

I can only smell him.
- Yes, I know.

Only corpses smell like corpses.

You never get used to it.
- Great.

Describe him.

He looks kind of unreal,
like a wax figure.

He's tall, about six foot two.
Maybe around 220 pounds.

His toenails are untrimmed.

He's wearing
just a T-shirt with writing and pants.

It says "Erik" on the T-shirt,
probably in marker.

The head...

Luckily his eyes are closed.
Mouth slightly open.

Yellow smoker's teeth.

OK, you have to put him
on the autopsy table.

Sorry. I said I can't do that.
- I don't care!

Ender, when did you become such a wuss?

Sorry. Listen, grab him by the right arm.

Pull him to the left
onto the autopsy table

and out of the body bag.

Be careful with the skin,
in case the body was exposed to moisture.

Man, how disgusting!

Now?

Now take off his shirt and pants.
- What? No!

No way, that's it!
- We discussed this.

He has to be naked.
- Yes, we said you must be crazy.

I said I'd look at him from the outside.

How can you look at him
when he's dressed?

If he has injuries,
you'll hardly be able to see them.

Um, he has something around his neck.

A necklace.

With a key.
- What kind?

A normal one,
no writing, number or anything on it.

Is that the clue, the key?
- I doubt it, too simple.

Any distinguishing features?

No, no piercings or anything.

He has a scar below his left nipple.

Like from a vaccination gun.
- And his pubic area?

Pubic area is great, all good.
I think we're done.

He shat himself before he died.

Sadly, that's normal.

Use scissors, it's easiest.

The dead man is now naked.

Everything...

...is normal.
- Nothing unusual?

Now that you ask,
his penis looks like a swastika.

No, everything's normal or I'd have said.

I know it's stressful.
- You know nothing!

You do it all the time.

Are his legs splayed out?
- A bit. Why is that important?

Because you have to look at his anus.

No, no, no!

No!
- Linda, calm down.

A look is enough for now.
Spread his legs and look.

No.
- No what?

There's nothing in his ass! OK?
- Good.

That'll do. Thanks.
- Sure thing!

Now take some forceps.

Turn his eyelids inside out.
- Do I have to? I feel like Frankenstein.

Blood spots on the conjunctivae

may indicate violent death
by suffocation, it's the only way to tell.

No pain,
a dead person feels no pain at all.

Yes, there are dark red spots
on the conjunctivae.

Speckles, like on a bird egg.
- Visible neck injuries?

Yes, maybe an abrasion on the skin.

An impression from something longish,

five, six centimeters long, one wide.

Probably a rope mark.
- What does that mean?

On to the cranial cavity.

And then?

I get the feeling
you're moving to the internal examination.

I'm not cutting this guy open.

You may not even need to.
Step by step.

Please open his mouth.

He has dentures.
- Take them out.

It's not normal.
- What?

Oh God! OK, I'm out.

Are the jaw joints missing?

No.

Someone cut out his tongue.

Is that the clue you're after?

Is there blood in the oral cavity?

A little.
- Cut just after death. Makes no sense.

And everything else does?
- Not to you.

But to the murderer,
and he'll assume to me to.

Please look deep into his throat.

Nothing.

But I lack X-ray vision.
- Flashlight?

Yes, wait.

There's something.
- What?

No idea. Maybe plastic. It's yellow.

Pull it out.

I can't.

It keeps slipping down.

I'm just pushing it down.

You're right, stop now.
- Magnificent idea.

OK, good.
When can you be here?

That's not what I meant.

Linda, you...

You have to cut his throat open.

Shit!

Enough.

Damn!

Damn it, man!

Ender?

Did I...

Listen, the yellow object.

That's why we're doing this.
The message is on it. Then you're done.

It's a human being. You can't demand that
of me. Or has your sick job warped you?

You want me to cut a human being open!

What I want to do is a distant memory.

What I want to do is irrelevant now!

All that matters now is what I have to do,
because I have no damn choice!

I'm sorry, I...

I'm sorry.

Do you have kids?
- No.

I'm 24!
- OK.

Do you want to have any some day?
- Sure.

But not yet. I draw comics.

I'm still a kid myself.

My daughter is 17.
She likes comics, at least I think.

You're trying to manipulate me,
emotionally.

A pretty asshole move.

You're pretty much an asshole.

All in all, that is.
- Oh, Linda.

If you can call me an asshole,
you may as well call me Paul.

Linda, what's going on?

Everything's all right.

It's all good. I thought I saw Danny.
- You hear me...

Danny?

My ex-boyfriend.
- Your ex is in Heligoland?

It actually can't be, but...

And he's a problem?

Not a problem,

he's the problem.

He...

...hurt me.

And he acquired a taste for it.

He's hunting you down, a stalker?

What a nice, handy word.

Stalker.

It says nothing about being at mercy.

At the mercy of the violence.

Physical and mental.

Nothing about him always being where I am.

Even if he's not.

I'm... very sorry about that.

Yeah.

Me too.

By the way, I'll do it.

Pardon?
- I'll cut the guy open.

It's the first time I haven't thought
about Danny or been afraid in months.

Disgusted, sure.

But not afraid.
- Linda, that's...

Thanks. Thank you.

Till later, Paul.

Thanks. Professor Herzfeld.

I'm driving you through Armageddon.

Can I get another chance to train?
- You're unfit.

Hello. Linda?

Is what we're doing even legal?

Can you just cut open a dead Grandma?
- No, it's desecration.

"Desecration." Wow!
- Yes, but I'm allowed to.

And you are basically an extension of me.

I assume full responsibility.

Position the knife below the chin,
push it deep into the flesh

and make a straight incision
all the way to the sternum.

I see the muscles.
- Very good.

Place the knife
below the point of the chin again

and cut right and left
along the lower jaw.

Right away.

There.

Done.
- Very good.

You need both hands for the next step.

Knife in one, forceps in the other.

Pull the skin up.

Cut away
the adipose tissue with the blade.

Adipose?

Yes, fatty, pull up the skin and detach

the fatty layer with horizontal incisions.

Kind of like cutting fillets.

No comparisons with food.
- Right.

Sorry.

He's got meat in his throat.
- The tongue root.

You can just...
- Cut it out?

Cut it out, yes.

Done.
- OK, now use the point of the knife.

Cut into the larynx
and grab the cartilage.

Pull it apart, like a shrimp.
- Food comparison!

Oh yeah.

Ender!

Linda?
- Sorry it's so loud.

Music, to lighten things up.

Turn it off! I'm on the phone.

What's going on?
- Wait. It fell on the ground.

Do you have it?
- I'm looking.

Do you have the object?
- This?

Do you have the object?
- Yes.

What is it?
- It's a Kinder Egg.

Not chocolate, the yellow plastic thing.

Should I open it?
- Carefully!

It's a photo of an old lady.
- It's Töven.

Friederike Töven.
- You know her?

I've seen her.

She lives on the island.
- Paul?

Did you hear that?

Babette, in my planner I have a meeting
with a Friederike Töven.

I can't recall her or why we were meeting.
Could you look up who she is?

Töven. OK, I'll be in touch.

Thanks.

What'll we do if we get to Cuxhaven
and no ferries are running?

How rich are you?
- What makes you think I'm rich?

Very, very rich. Stayclose.de.

What?
- Like Facebook, I designed it at 14.

I called it "Web Friends Book."

I had 400,000 profiles,
and as things went back then...

The competition sent an e-mail.
- You sold it for a million.

Yeah, I was 14.

I asked for 14 million, as a joke.

They said yes.

14 million?

Nice people.

Cultured.

Hello?
- Friederike Töven, formerly Erlang.

She was the judge
during the trial against Jan Sadler.

After the controversy back then
she retired early,

went back to her maiden name
and now lives...

...in Heligoland.

CAUSE OF DEATH: HANGING

You can't be here!
- Let me see my daughter.

Jens, you can't be here.
- Paul, screw the rules.

It's not about that.
Don't do this to yourself. Come on.

Jens, she hanged herself.

There's no doubt about that.

That bastard made her do it.

He licked Lilly all over her body.

And then he raped her,
again and again and again.

Then he described how he'd torture her
until she didn't see any other way out.

And then he left the rope with her.

Don't you get it, Paul? He killed her.

He may as well have hanged her.
- I know. The court will consider that.

He'll be locked up for years.
- Years?

You screwing with me, Paul?
I do the same job.

We both know
if they only get him for rape

he'll be out in five years, no more!

It wasn't just rape.
It was abduction, and Lilly was a minor.

How old is Hannah now?

13, right?
- Yeah.

You want Sadler out when Hannah's 18?
- No!

No, Jens, I don't. But I can't...
- Yes, you can.

It's up to you, just write it down.

Write that he murdered her.
That's not a lie.

We'll cremate her,
no one will be able to check.

Please do it.
- Jens, that's a crime.

If it gets out...

It won't.
- It's too big a risk.

What risk? The risk to you?

To your career?

If it gets out Sadler's lawyers will have
a field day and get him out way earlier.

I... I have money.

I inherited money.

160,000 euros. I spoke to Claudia.

OK? It means nothing to us.

It's all yours.

Paul...

Jens, stop. Please.

It is a mitigating factor
that the offender

never exhibited
conspicuous behavior before the crime,

and when it comes to first-time offenders
we always have to

take the aspect of rehabilitation
into consideration.

Thus, in this instance of rape,
the court views

a prison sentence
of three years and eight months adequate.

The grounds for the judgement are...

Three and a half years?

Three and a half years?!

He raped my only daughter
and forced her to kill herself!

Three and a half years for murder,
you witch?

You saw the videos!

This man is a monster. A monster!

Why does that lowlife get to go on living

when my Lilly has maggots in her eyes?

Zarrentin?

Never heard of it.
- It's a little town on Lake Schaalsee.

Why are we going there?
- Recalculating route.

Marinek lives there.

Is that the guy
who abducted your daughter?

Sorry, I didn't want to eavesdrop,

but I can't cover my ears while I drive,
and you don't tell me anything yourself.

Why are you doing this?
- What?

Why are you helping me?
- The internship.

I wanted another chance.
- I don't believe it.

You're filthy rich,
you can buy any internship.

Yes.

But I wanted one with you.
- Why?

It's not appropriate now.
- I think now is more than appropriate.

I'll tell you, b... but...

when this whole thing is behind us

and it ends well, but now it's your turn.

Who is this Marinek?

I don't know if he abducted my daughter,
but he's involved.

How do we know that?
- Because of the judge.

What judge?

Ms. Töven, hello? Are you there?

No way an old woman
would stay here in this storm.

Ms. Töven! Excuse us, but we found
your picture in a dead man's throat.

Hey, Ender!

You can't just open the door like that.

Ms. Töven?

Hello?

Ms. Töven?

Ms. Töven?

LENIENT JUDGE:
JAN S. RELEASED

Linda?
- Professor.

Did you know Ender's a locksmith too?

We're at Friederike Töven's,
but it seems no one's home.

Don't go in!
Don't go in that house!

I've desecrated a body,
so what if I trespass now?

That's not it.
You have no idea what awaits in there.

We'll look around a bit, then leave.

What's the problem?
- The problem? You didn't understand me.

Whoever put the photo in Erik's throat

had a hand in Hannah's abduction
and is an extremely brutal serial killer!

He may be in that house, in a closet,
under the sofa, behind a door.

So, please, leave the house immediately!

Oh shit! Ender!

What's going on?
- She needs help!

Shit! How was that in first aid?

Linda, talk to me!

Linda, what happened?

Oh shit!
- Linda?

She's dead.
- She was breathing.

Linda!
- Come on, man, help me!

How many times do I press? 12, 18?

That woman's dead.

That woman's dead. Just take a look.

Just look.

Take a look.

Damn it! Linda, what's going on?

Linda?
- She was breathing, she moaned.

That's air exiting her lungs.
- Livor mortis has set in.

Does it go away when you press it?
- Does it go away when you press it?

I'll check.

No.

She's been dead for hours.

Paul, the house is empty, I've checked.

You have to take the body to the morgue.
- We can do that, sure.

But she won't be too thrilled.
- I'll be in touch.

Your colleague lives here?
- Yes, since...

Since his daughter, since Lilly,
since back then.

Look, that must be about 100,000.

It's 160,000.

The exact sum Marinek offered me.

I think you're expected.

You stay here.

Jens?

Jens, it's me.

God, it's hot in here!

Be careful with that thing.
- You stay here at the door.

Got it?

There must be more of those.
- Stay by the door!

I did, but I found this.

It's an autopsy report. Um...

A young girl, raped,
died from a broken neck.

Her name and age are missing.
There's a photo.

You think that could be your daughter?

Professor, maybe you shouldn't...

There.

These serial killings need to stop,
we only have two tables.

I hope the killer knows that too

and doesn't think
we have unlimited tables.

Unlimited tables...

Hey.

Are you scared?
- Yes. Aren't you?

Yes, I am. But it's all right.

It's been worse.

Watch out.

What's going on now?

Probably the backup power.

The generator's conking out.

Where are you going?
- The main electrical room.

Be right back.

Great!

Of course!

Linda!

Is someone there?

Ender?

You're not thinking
of dissecting this animal?

Then there would be autopsy tools here.

It's all made sense up to now,
from puzzle piece to puzzle piece.

The bodies, then the axe, the money,
it all had symbolic meaning.

The symbolism is pretty clear.

You're a pig.
- What did we find first?

The money.
- Not the money. Not the money.

My size.

What do these symbolize?

Puddles, rain, wetness.

Water.

That's that Jan S. guy
who was in the news back then.

He must have surveilled him 24/7.

He had to wait three and a half years
to carry this out.

Why is he taking revenge on you?

He should be taking care
of this "specimen" here.

I think he's already done that.

Oh, is that a...
- Tongue.

Exactly.

Now we know who Erik is.

No one's answering.

Have you seen this?
- Yes, that's...

Lilly Marinek.
- Not that.

Here.

Oh God!

Is that your daughter?

I don't know.

Does she have a tattoo like that
on her ankle?

I...

I don't know.

What's he going to do with the body?

Who's filming it?

There are two people.

He's bringing her here.

Hey, what's that?

Is it a buoy?
- No idea.

I'll go have a look.
- Wait!

It looks like a cross.
- What?

Any doubts?

I've never been the type.

No! Stop!

It is a cross!
- Ingolf!

You're too close!

Turn towards me.

Listen to me. You have to keep calm.

Your muscles will be useless soon.
If I get closer the ice will break.

Do as I say.

Look at me
and take one stroke towards me.

Then I'll have you. Do you understand?

Give me your hand.

Ender, is that you?

Thank God it's you.
Someone was here...

Nice and calm. Nice and calm.

We have to keep you warm.
Everything will be fine.

We have to go back to the house.
Back to the space heaters.

We have to warm you back up again
or you'll get hypothermia.

Death!

Not... on... first... date.

Good. That was good.

Stay conscious.

Talk to me.

Tell me something. Eh! Stay with me!

Look at me, stay with me. OK?

Hot.

Hello?
- Paul, I have an emergency.

Lights out, Ender gone. Lights on,
he's back, knife in his shoulder.

He could still walk?
- Two steps.

Then he collapsed into my arms.

You have to get help.
- There are no doctors here.

The killer's here!
- Can you lock yourself somewhere?

I have.

I don't know how long he'll hang on.
- Pulse?

Very faint.
- Blood?

Yes, but no squirting.
- Good!

Maybe we're in luck
and it didn't hit any main blood vessels.

Should I pull the knife out?
- No!

Definitely not. Don't move him.

And you have to keep him warm.

With what?

Paul, I need help here!

Give me five minutes.

You fucking prick.

Paul! You stupid prick!

What am I supposed to do now, you jerk!

Shit!

KEEP CALM IN AN EMERGENCY

Ender, you can't die now, OK?

Ender, don't die on me now, please!

Linda!

Was that Hannah in the video?

Is she in the lake?

If she is,
then what I do doesn't matter.

If she's still alive, then it does.
So I'm assuming she's still alive.

You saved my life.

I...

I forgive you.

For this morning, the thing with the...

with the defibli...

Defibliri...

That was a nasty joke, it was...
I forgive you for that.

Hello?

Who is this? Hello?

You? Ender!
- What's up?

What's up?
- Why don't you feel anything?

I caught a cold.
- No, no, no! You can't touch there!

Listen to me.

We were attacked.
The killer injured you. Don't touch there.

Not your head
and definitely not your shoulder, OK?

Finally!

What's going on there?
- I'm barricading the door.

But you have a key.
- So does the killer!

You have to get out, Ender needs care.
- Forget it. I called the weather service.

Planes are still grounded.

Maybe in five hours some can take off.
- That's far too long.

Do something. You work for the cops.

If it were only that easy. I'll try.
- Please!

I don't feel like watching Ender die

or having that psycho impale me
like he did to the old lady.

What was that?
- I don't...

No, the impaling.

What do you mean?
- Someone tore her ass open with a stick!

Pull it out.

No, I'm going to lie in the fetal position
to wait for the cavalry

and hope I can remember the Our Father.

I swear by all that's dear to me
I'll find a way

to get there within two hours.

But no one will reach you before that,

not German special forces, not the CIA

and not the damn cavalry.

She's impaled with a broomstick, right?
- How do you know?

From a video, I'll explain later.
The kidnapper carved something into it.

That's the clue.

OK, Professor.

Two more hours, then I'm calling the cops,
the fire service and the news.

Got a pen?

Yes.
- 5-3

6-6-4-3-5

7-3-6-4-9-0.

On the end that... You know.
There's another one.

9-0-8-9-2-0

7-0-5-3

1-8-4-5-1.

Are there dots?
- Pardon?

Any dots?
- Linda, are there dots?

Yes, maybe behind the digits. Hold on.

What are you thinking?

There are.

In the first number
after the second digit,

in the second after the first digit.

Linda, I'll call back.

GPS coordinates.
- What?

GPS coordinates.
Here's the user manual.

I don't know how it works,
but the salesman assured me

that you can enter GPS coordinates
into the satnav.

OK.
- It comes when you get all the frills.

Hello?
- The dead woman.

A cyanide derivative was in her stomach.
- So she was poisoned?

Yes, but it was suicide.
- Bull! Her jaw and hands were cut off.

That was postmortem, with consent.

After death
my body will at least serve a purpose.

She made a video.
It was in the Schwintowskis' apartment.

I do this in sound mind
and of my own free will.

Who was she?
- Sybille Schwintowski, née Thron.

Her husband Philipp
owns Schwintowski Moving.

They have a daughter, Rebecca.

Who is he?

He's known to the Federal Police,

illegal bets, loan shark, Mafia links.

Tried for murder as a young man,
but acquitted due to a lack of evidence.

Please, no!

Don't do it!

He seems to have calmed down.

Allegedly due to his wife and daughter.
He's said to be a loving father.

Was he questioned?
- No, they're looking for him.

He and his daughter have vanished.

Does Schwintowski have a sailboat?

Yes.

He's an avid sailor, he races in regattas.
How do you know that?

Professor?

Hello?

You've reached your destination.

Where are we?
- No clue.

In the middle of nowhere.

Ingolf, stay in the car.

I'll be right back. I'll just look around.
- You really want to go out there alone?

If I'm not back in ten minutes,
call the police.

I told you to stay in the car!

Shit!

You've got big feet.

Is this what you want?

Does it turn you on?

Hannah...

Jens.

Where is Hannah? Is she still alive?

Jens, please!
Tell me Hannah's still alive.

How did you manage
to keep it from them all?

I figured you'd be
out of the investigation by now.

You stick to the rules otherwise.
- Is that the reason for this?

To teach me a lesson?

Yes.

You wouldn't have managed
without the storm.

Your Turkish janitor pal
would've called the cops.

Why?

I don't understand this.

Hannah didn't kill your daughter
and neither did I.

No, you didn't kill Lilly. Not her.

Why are you emphasizing that?

This isn't about you, Paul.

Or about your daughter.

It isn't even about mine.
- Then what?

He'll explain it to you.
- Who? Schwintowski?

He's a dangerous criminal!

What...?

What are you doing? What was that?

Why...? What...?

It's nice that you're awake, Paul.

No!

Stop there!

Get my autopsy tools.
- Did you do that?

My tools!

He swallowed a memory chip.
If we wait gastric acid will destroy it!

Congratulations, Professor Herzfeld.

If you've made it this far,
you'll soon learn your lesson.

It seems you didn't do things
by the book this time.

You lied, stayed silent
and withheld evidence.

Exactly what Jens
asked you to do back then.

Funny.

I'm Philipp Schwintowski.
You killed my daughter.

Did you see the photos in the boathouse?

If Jens hadn't tailed that bastard

I never would've found Rebecca.

That skanky judge thought
that rapist could be "rehabilitated."

Do you think that too, Professor?

And even if they can be,

do animals like him deserve that?

No, all they deserve is to be tormented
like their victims were.

That bastard hadn't been out six weeks
when he snatched Rebecca.

Mrs. Schwintowski,
it's about your daughter.

We went everywhere
Marinek had tailed Sadler.

And we found her.

But it was too late.

The bastard was still there.

I wanted
to torture him to death right then

and have my people take care of the judge.

But Marinek explained
that there are more important things

than revenge.

The system makes
criminals victims and victims criminals.

Judges punish tax evaders
worse than child molesters.

Psychologists recommend
day release for rapists.

This is about every citizen in this state
of "the rule of law." It's about you!

We have thousands
of rules, regulations,

articles.

That's why the world's out of whack.

We waited till Sadler's wound healed.

Marinek sutured his tongue
so the pig didn't bleed to death.

We egged him on.

Then we let him do the dirty work.

Sadler and the judge deserved to die.

And Jens and I?

We lost everything worth living for.

But we wanted to give you a chance
to save your daughter.

You're a good person, Jens says.

But even good people make mistakes,
and they have to own up to them.

We left Hannah alone with Sadler.

If you want to find her,
follow the white light of Alcatraz.

What does he mean?

Not San Francisco, right?

Alcatraz is an island. Heligoland.

Schwintowski's bluffing.

Jan Erik Sadler can't hurt your daughter.
He's dead.

Yes, but that doesn't matter.

"We left Hannah alone with Sadler"
is in the past tense.

It's enough if they left Hannah
with Sadler long enough, he...

He describes dying in the worst way
to his victims and gives them a noose.

Him hanging himself is the last clue.

If I don't find Hannah fast enough
that's the scene I'll find.

I see.
- He definitely got his revenge on Sadler.

He killed him.
He let us find "Erik" to tell us that.

And the time code?
- What about it?

The date on it is two days ago.

Has to be a mistake, a botched setting.
- And why?

Because someone rammed a knife
into Ender's neck tonight.

Sadler's dead, it had to be Schwintowski.

Come on.

What?
- The storm's calmed.

If it calmed out at sea
we can get a helicopter.

We can call the authorities,
the plotters are dead.

Hopefully we can do it
before the weather... Shit!

Jens slit the tires.

Crap! What'll we do now?

Do you have spare tires?
- Just one.

We'll never make it
through this terrain on time.

Do you still have the keys?
- Never left my pocket.

Get in.

Professor,
you're driving further into the forest.

That's right. Are you buckled up?

We won't make it far.
- It's not far.

No rescue vehicle will save us here,
you know?

Want to maybe tell me
why you absolutely wanted to meet me?

This may be the last chance.
- Why? You want to kill us?

Something like that.

Tell me!
- My 14 million is more now. A lot more.

And having big money...

brings responsibility.

My foundation helps medical examiners
all over, with mass graves and stuff.

And I wanted a director for it.
I want a director.

I'll think about it.

Don't worry.

Two hours haven't passed yet.

And, besides, he promised.

Another 15 minutes and then...

then I'll head out on my own, OK?

Who's there?

What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?

Danny, would you please stop now?

No!

Danny, stop!

You're hurting me!

I'm not Danny.

OK.

What was the point of that?

You did that on purpose.

It was your idea.

Pardon?

The GPS coordinates,
I read something in the manual.

The car sends a signal
with coordinates when the airbags go off.

Seriously?

It says in no more than ten minutes

they'll send out
a rescue team to anywhere in Germany.

All the frills.

Our fate is in the hands of car salesmen?
- Carmakers.

We'll freeze. No vehicle can get out here.
- Exactly.

Seven minutes.

Where is it?
- What?

The key!
- Speak clearly!

You freak!

The key!

The key!

Why didn't you say right off?

That was a dumb mistake.

Know what?

Fuck you, Danny!
- I'm not Danny!

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Hurry up, Professor!

You promised, damn it!

Come on!

Hello, Paul Herzfeld.

Federal Criminal Police.

My colleague, Ingolf von Appen.
- Udo Bandrupp, the mayor's son.

How can I help?
- "Follow the light of Alcatraz."

Does that mean anything to you?

Ender? Shit.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Please breathe.

No! No, no.

No, no...
- There.

No! You can't hurt me anymore.

Get lost!
- Linda?

You can't hurt me. You can't!
- Linda!

Get lost!

Get lost!

Get lost! Get lost!

It's Paul. It's me, Paul Herzfeld.

Stay calm. It's the professor.
- Professor, you made it.

It'll be OK. Stay calm.

Ender... I had to pull the knife out
when he attacked us.

What? Who?

Who attacked you, Linda?
- I don't know. He wanted the key.

The key...
It wasn't Danny.

Danny can fuck himself.

Oh, holy crap!

This is Schwintowski, not Sadler.
- But how?

He must have messed up

when he tried to kill Sadler.

He thought he was dead,

put him somewhere to be found.

But he wasn't dead.
He went back, cut out his tongue.

He did to Schwintowski
what he had done to him,

"Erik" shirt, plastic egg and all.

This is about every citizen
in this state of "the rule of law."

It's about you!

Maybe he thought he could go into hiding.

Have you seen the key
Linda kept talking about?

Mayor, what about the Alcatraz thing?
- We have no prison.

It's a stretch,
but Alcatraz has a famous lighthouse.

The light flashes every five seconds,
like ours.

Does the lighthouse have a basement?
- It has vast bunkers under it.

The Nazis built them in the war.

We shut them up
after two kids got lost in them.

We found them days later. They were dead.

I haven't used the keys in ages.
- Is there another way in?

One? There are hundreds. It's a maze.

Some tunnels end in rock.
You'd need hundreds to search it.

Just do it.

Hannah?
- Hannah?

But should I cut off

your clit or outer labia?

Fuck!

Where's my reward hiding?

Where is my reward?

No, no, no...

No.

Here! There's someone here.

I'm not a slut, you prick!

I'm not a slut, you prick!

Hey, hey. Everything's OK.

Hey, honey.

I'm here, everything's OK.

Everything will be fine.

My name is Rebecca Schwintowski.

It's cold in here.
- You're so cold.

Burn in hell!

KEY

You got her?
- No.

You got her?!
- It's OK.

Everything will be fine.
Everything's fine.

Everything will be fine.

It's over. It's all over.

Professor Herzfeld?

Where were you?
- I was packing my things.

How's Ender?
- Stable, stable.

He'll make it.
- Awesome. He's one tough cookie.

Linda, listen...

You saved my daughter and...

What was that for?
- What was it for?

Where should I start?

In the comic I make out of this
you won't come off very good.

But it will be a big hit.
And you'll thank me.

Watch it! I'll smack you again.
- No!

What are you going to do now?
- Go home.

To take care of a few things.
- Danny?

He's going to find out what I'm made of.
My lawyer said the...

sick texts might help.

Thanks, Linda.

See you around.
- See you around.

Take good care of her.
I won't help you again.

I will.

I'll do that.

And you're sure
you wouldn't rather take a boat?

This will get us home in two hours.

The bodies are going to Berlin with me.

Dad has always been
more at ease with the dead.

They're combing the island for Jan Sadler.

And he can't get off it.
I know they'll get him.

Want to fly with us? Your car is...

I'm good,
a new one is waiting in Cuxhaven.

And there's no way I'm getting

in one of those again.

Ingolf, I...

Thanks a lot.
Thanks for everything.

I'll be in touch.

Hannah, away from there!

Land!

Land!