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- When did you plan on telling me? - What?

Dennis Opitz.

Three things, Nadisa: never mention that name, I won't talk about it

and you can never ask me again.

The Memedovs have 30 minutes to pack up. Then they're off to the airport.

Mother and daughter are mentally unstable.

An interpreter and a medic are on site.

Let go of me!

Get lost! Fuck off!

- I'll drop the baby! - Get away from there, Mr. Memedov.

What is he doing?

- Germany is my home! - Look at me. Turn around.

- Mr. Memedov, come here. - Go away! Get lost!

- I'll drop the baby! - Nothing will happen to you.

Damn it! Why aren't they doing anything?

Stay calm now, Mr. Memedov.

Mr. Memedov! Hello! I'm down here! Yes!

You can drop your child...

Yes! Drop that screaming thing in your arms right now!

It will hit the ground right here, let's say, at a speed of 30 miles per hour.

Its head will split open,

the brain will ooze out, it'll be a huge mess.

But at least your child will die instantly.

- What? - That's the good news, Mr. Memedov!

- Do you understand? - Fuck off!

- Go away! - Grab him.

Berg. A word.

Are you insane? What was that about?

He was in a desperate situation.

He would've done anything to avoid being deported.

- I was trying to shock him. - Shock him?

- Yes. - What if it had gone wrong?

- I just had a feeling that... - Seriously, Berg! Use your head!

It's about controlling the situation rationally

and what you did was the exact opposite!

I regard you as experienced and reliable, but the solo act you just pulled...

I can't just ignore it. I'll have to report it.

Do you hate your job sometimes too?

TWO SIDES OF THE ABYSS

HEAVENLESS CITY

Has the cat got your tongue?

You should work on controlling your impulses instead of blaming others.

- My impulse control is great. - Indeed!

The situation almost got out of control. You didn't give a shit that I was there!

- It wasn't about you or me... - Damn it! I'm your partner!

So talk to me before you go off like that!

Listen to me. This right here is the real world.

And if you can't bear it, then you're in the wrong job.

You're telling me that?

- She is quite bullheaded. - We'll work it out.

Did you hear about the murder in Belgium?

It wasn't a murder. It was an execution.

Someone wanted to send a signal.

Why?

They screwed the victim to the wall, alive.

Screwed onto the wall. In his own trailer.

- Dou you know more about the victim? - Yes, Ivo knows him.

- He was big in the '90s. - That's him. Stefan de Wilde.

A pioneer of the techno scene.

He DJed all over the world, and then came his downfall.

Coke, Valium, vodka... Over and done.

They found the pack of the screws. With which he...

- Guess where they were bought. - I have no clue.

At a Stornbeck store.

So that means... that the offender is from around here?

It's possible.

You can look into it.

There are eight Stornbecks in North Rhine-Westphalia. Where would I start?

At the beginning.

- Your order has arrived. - Really?

Vadim sends his regards.

My driver's license.

- Thanks, man. - Why "Luca"?

I like names that begin with "L".

- Is it because of a woman? - Because of a cop.

You'll have to chastise them then.

- And I intend to. - Speaking of chastisement...

Ever been to Russia?

- No. Why? - They have these training camps.

With weapons, explosives and close combat.

- Wanna come? - Dude, I'm on probation.

- You're driving around in mama's car. - Yes. But now I'm safe.

You're only safe with the right comrades.

Like in prison?

Too many circumcised fuckwits in there.

Jamaal was different.

- Who? - Jamaal.

The one who got eaten up by the metal press.

- A shitty accident. - A shitty country.

They fired me after that.

What do I owe you for this?

It's on the house.

I told your colleagues. In this weather, people DIY like crazy.

And our house brand is a real hit.

What was sold here at this counter last Monday at 11 a.m.?

On Monday...

When we picked up that young thief.

"6th February, 11:45. Two packs of 4 mm hexagon head screws, house brand."

- Checkout three? - Yes.

Good. Thank you.

Let's be honest, Mats. What do you see in Vadim?

He's really old and a real show-off.

- That's not true. He's really cute. - Don't change the subject.

- And your date? - I'm not dating anyone.

- What about that Luca? - No, not him either.

- He's not my type. - Yeah, right, Josi.

Okay. Don't believe me then.

Hey.

- Didn't you wanna delete my number? - I will.

That's a relief.

Thank you.

- What if I change my mind? - About what?

In four weeks' time...

I'm gone.

- Yeah, right. - I'm not joking.

I'll be away for a while. I might not even come back.

Where are you going?

Where do you think?

Canada.

- No. - Tell me.

To the jungle. The wilderness.

Brazil.

Awesome.

Do you speak Portuguese?

- I've only just started learning. - My father is from Portugal.

I can speak it pretty well.

I could do with a translator.

Why don't you come with me?

- I'd really love to. - Too scared to just leave?

No fucking way. I'd leave today, man.

- Everything's getting on my nerves. - Who's getting on your nerves?

My father, his chick... Especially her.

The little rug rats...

A patchwork family?

Mother, brother, another We all love each other

What about your mother?

Did she start afresh too?

It's a long story that I don't want to get into right now.

I like long stories.

Especially the ones where you don't know the ending.

LUCA CONTACT DELETED

End of story.

You're a real badass. Did you know that?

That's true. So make an effort.

You need to slice them a bit thinner.

Why are you so fat?

You have to lose weight.

Then learning will come easier too.

And you should do some sport.

Weight training.

Anything.

Come on then.

Come!

Come on then.

Come on then, you wimp.

Move your body.

PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION

"The board sees it as an act of diffuse, rationally unjustifiable fear

"on the part of the accused of his victim."

Luise, what's up?

The expert who drew up the report back then must have retired by now.

Are you still in contact with him?

Professor Hamann passed away last year.

Goddammit!

- What did you want from him? - I can't talk about it. It's...

Oh, come on. It's about Dennis, right?

Yes, but it's not what you think.

There's nothing that would undo everything.

- Carla, I'm not a complete idiot. - Then just drop it.

He was down by the river.

- He left roses there. 17 of them. - That's not a crime.

Don't you get it? He's dragging it all through the dirt.

Just ignore him and then he'll just stop on his own.

So I'm just meant to stand by and watch him taunt Merle now?

What about your other daughter? Is Josi still in the picture?

Are you really expecting me to answer that?

She's suffering because you just won't give it up.

Don't you dare take the moral high ground.

My ex-husband has been covering your back for years for your career!

Have a great day.

- Dr. Aschhausen will be right with you. - Thank you.

Why is he staying with you of all people?

- Ms. Häger. - It's "Berg"!

You feel guilty you didn't want him back then?

Please leave.

Do you feel as though it was your fault? Who knows what...

My fault?

I feel for you, Ms. Berg, but...

You dumped Dennis in a children's psychiatric ward after only 12 weeks

without giving an explanation, and then broke off all contact.

The boy was deeply traumatized.

He needed experts, not an overwhelmed foster mother!

Lovely fairy tale you've spun for yourself there.

And what's your fairy tale, then?

That you're the perfect mother

who always wanted what's best for her children?

When it comes to ophthalmology, you're a real expert,

but when it comes to Dennis, you just look the other way.

I'm worried about Luise.

- How come? - She called me.

Professor Hamann's court evaluation keeps preying on her mind.

Today it's the report, and tomorrow it'll be something else.

Luise always finds a crumb on the tablecloth.

She also feels that Dennis is provoking her.

He was at the memorial.

That's at the graveyard, not by the river.

But there's something I still don't get, till this day.

Why was Dennis afraid of Merle?

Carla, please.

We've gone over that a thousand times.

The court ruled it was manslaughter

because of that "diffuse, rationally unjustifiable fear

"on the part of the accused of his victim." I'll never forget that.

I think he just didn't want to disappoint Merle.

She helped him with math until after her internship.

You mean that the pressure got to him and he panicked?

Dennis failed the exam.

And he just took out his frustration on our daughter.

She was just meaning to help him, but...

she was completely in over her head.

A spiral of escalation well known to cops, that usually ends in physical violence.

Come on. Let's go to sleep.

Do you ever regret quitting the force?

No.

I just couldn't take it anymore.

Hello.

Is that for Merle? Would you like to come in and give it to her yourself?

Come! It's best if you wait here until it stops raining.

Come in.

Merle! You've got a visitor! Come.

Hold this.

Here you go.

What are you doing here, Dennis?

- Would you like some tea? - No, he does not.

Come along now. Come.

You don't have to drink it if you don't like it.

You could have something else. Juice or...

Hey! You forgot this.

- I'll drive you home. - I'll take him. It's not a problem.

Have you got a trainee position yet? Have you applied anywhere?

The Chamber of Crafts has an advice center.

Check out what you might enjoy doing there. Ask your director.

How long have you been here?

- Eight. - Eight years?

That's quite a while, isn't it?

And before that?

I've got two exams myself next week. I can't provide tutoring as well.

You're always on your phone...

The internship is over. And he's really annoying.

A lot of things annoy me too, darling. But I still do them.

But you're an outstanding hero.

What's wrong? I mean, what's really wrong?

Well, I think that Merle should help Dennis for a while longer.

At least until the final exams.

What's your deal with that boy? You're not usually this pushy.

I don't know. There's something...

silent and sad about him.

It doesn't feel right just tossing him aside like that.

Aren't you exaggerating a bit? We barely know him.

I don't want to adopt him. I just want to give him some support.

You tutor him then.

I'd love to, but I'm a complete loser when it comes to math.

Yeah. You can't be perfect at everything.

Mr. Tesche?

Ms. Berg.

Regarding the murder in Belgium. I've got something of interest.

- Sorry. There's a team briefing. - I just need five minutes. Please.

Last Monday we were sent out to a Stornbeck hardware store.

When we went out again, by the exit,

I saw him, he was buying screws.

"Him?"

Dennis?

Is that what you wanted to tell me?

The victim in Belgium was tortured using Stornbeck screws.

And there's a connection between... Dennis and Belgium.

You'd better leave. I'm starting to get really irritated.

He and his mother used to live in Antwerp when he was a child.

- I told you to leave! - Are you even listening to me?

All you have to do is check up on it.

- Excuse me. Boss, we're all here. - Coming.

You keep showing up here and make connections, no matter how absurd.

And then you dare to tell me how to do my job?

It's my duty to look into things.

It is to provide law and order in an unbiased manner.

Out there! On the streets.

And you could just listen to me and take your blinders off for a minute.

- Have a good shift. - It's gotta be.

It's Tesche.

Yes, I know it's late. But I need a criminal file.

Dennis Opitz.

Opitz.

Including his risk assessment from the correctional facility.

Thank you.

Hello, Marcel!

Long time no see.

2008?

Winter?

It was a really damn cold winter.

And you... You had calluses on your hands from shoveling snow

and were unable to wash yourself.

Poor Marcel. So you imposed that on me.

Soap up your cock.

Thoroughly.

And how did the rest of the story go, Marcel?

You don't remember? Well, I do.

Your ruined, calloused paws, which you couldn't wash yourself with,

they pushed little stinky Dennis against the wall.

Stinky Dennis! That's what you called me.

Stinky Dennis.

And what did you do then, Marcel?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You remember now, don't you?

But you don't know what it felt like.

You just don't know what it feels like for a nine-year-old to be fucked in the ass.

It hurts! How many times did you fuck me in the ass?

How many times? Did you keep track?

No? Neither did I. It was probably too many...

Oh, no, Marcel. Did you just wet your pants?

I know what it's like. I used to do it too, for years on end.

Every night, and the next morning, I'd get a clip round the ear.

From you.

Hey, little one. Well? What shall we do with your master then?

I'm so sorry, Marcel. It will have to go to a shelter.

Okay then. Let fate decide.

Heads or tails?

Hello, ma'am!

- I thought everyone had left. - I'm the last one.

And the best one.

And who are you, little Miss Nosy Pants?

- I ask the questions, you answer. - At your command, ma'am.

- What happened to Stefan de Wilde here? - Who?

The man who was murdered here was called Stefan de Wilde.

- It's possible. - Okay. The deal is off then.

Someone's always going crazy here. But not like that.

I was standing over there, taking a leak.

And then, suddenly, he turned up the music in the trailer and...

A drill?

- A drill. - Did you see anything?

Nothing.

I went to sleep, and the next morning, the place was full of cops and mutts.

Those damn mutts found my good stash.

Give it here.

Ma'am!

- How many kids were living here? - Four.

Five... Sometimes more, sometimes less.

Candyman would always give them candy and he'd play with them.

Nobody else did.

That's what you called him? "Candyman"?

The children did.

- Good bye, ma'am! - Good bye!

Yes?

Tesche. Criminal Investigation. I'd like to speak to Dennis.

Hello?

He's not here.

May I still come in?

This way, please.

- Is he causing any trouble? - Not really.

What do you mean by "really"?

Is that yours?

- He borrowed it from work. - When exactly?

I don't know. A few days ago perhaps?

Why are you taking that?

I don't understand. What did he do?

Did he do something?

Dennis can come collect the tool from me personally.

- Hello. - I'll wait outside.

Nadisa?

You are free to swap teams if you want.

- Why should I? - Thing's haven't been great between us.

- I'm sorry about that. - Let's just press "reset", okay?

Okay.

- How was your day off? - I went on a little trip. Yours?

I did lots of exciting things: laundry, shopping, cleaning the toilet...

- I'll be quick. - Okay.

Take down their details. Take all minors to the station.

Secure all substances you find in their possession.

Police! Stay calm! ID check!

- Stay calm! - Let's get out of here. Come.

- You have to come with us. - Don't touch me.

Easy!

We need to call your mom.

Really? You won't reach her. She works the night shift.

It's an expensive jacket. Let go of me!

I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

- Shit! - Shit indeed.

Leave it.

Come here.

Closer.

Is anyone in there?

- Arms up. - Why?

Come on. Just do it.

- What's this? - It's not mine.

They all say that. ID please.

That won't be necessary. The girl's only 17.

I suggest we hand her over into her father's care personally.

I hate you.

Come along.

So, last chance. Who gave you the stuff?

Fuck you.

Josi, what's...

Hello?

She sneaks out at night and you're telling me you had no idea?

I'm not telling you anything. You've given up being a mother.

So you think it's okay that our...

sorry, your daughter is involved in drugs at night at Pollux?

- Is she though? - Of course she is.

Here.

- Glad she didn't take them all at once. - Damn it, Manuel! She's 17!

Yes, it's a tricky age, as you know.

- I don't get you. - Oh, you don't?

And who persuaded Merle to keep tutoring Dennis?

She didn't want to do it. But you made her feel bad.

And now you're trying to make me feel bad.

- You keep putting pressure on people. - Pressure, huh?

Is that the best you can come up with?

I need a schnapps.

- Everything okay? - Where are you?

Go to your window.

So those cop bitches brought you home safely?

- One of them was my shitty mother. - Your mother's a meter maid?

That's crazy.

How's your Portuguese progressing? Still need a translator?

Definitely.

And...

if I don't come straight away, will you wait for me?

I've been waiting for you for far too long, Josi.

A couple of years won't make a difference.

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