Original subtitles

[somber music playing]

[police speaking indistinctly]

[policewoman] Copy that. Unit 74.

-[policeman] State police here already? -Tom Schlefski. He's new.

Luka Zaric, 49th KDD.

-Hey. -Welcome.

Up there, point-blank. Forensic is on their way.

Those two found him.

[siren wailing in the background]

[Zaric] Are you good?

I'm not saying anything.

Are you okay?

My first dead guy.

Idris Kouri, resident of Kreuzkölln.

-Idris Kouri? -[Zaric] Yeah.

He was supposed to meet him here.

Cigarette butt!

49th. Wasn't it you guys who dug up that evidence in the Herres murder case?

Mike Atlas.

But he's long gone now.

[rails screeching in the distance]

[Mussa] I didn't do it!

That evidence was planted there. Planted there!

[mysterious music playing]

[Atlas] Strands of hair…

I wasn't at the judge's place. I was with Idris.

[Hartloff] You made every alibi worthless back then.

-[Tom clicking on the keyboard slowly] -[puts glass down]

[clicking on the keyboard]

Idris Kouri had just returned to Berlin.

Allegedly because he wanted to confirm Mussa Basher's alibi.

-Alibi? -For the murder of Judge Herres.

But, Jule, that trial was eight months ago.

[stammers] Idris Kouri apparently said he was being threatened

by police officers. If he confirmed Basher's alibi,

they were gonna tell his father that he's gay.

Seems like they just wanted to put someone from the Basher family away.

[door opens]

Police officers threatened Idris Kouri. That's what he told you, right?

After Mussa's suicide, Idris said a lot of things.

That it wasn't suicide…

That it was the cops that killed him…

Mm. I understand.

And so the cops killed Idris Kouri, is that what you're saying?

I didn't say that!

[policewoman] Okay.

[sighs] Okay.

Let's forget about conspiracies for a minute.

-[sighs] -[policewoman] Idris Kouri was gay.

How about you?

Niam!

I knew it!

Now they're gonna start saying all kinds of gay shit about me and Idris!

Are you happy now?

-Your statement was important. If Idris-- -[yells] I don't give a shit!

Him neither.

He's dead.

He's scared.

I get it.

You're on the suicide file, right? Ever feel like something's off?

-Like somebody killed him? -No, it was definitely suicide.

Uh, but?

Nothing.

Except that Mussa allegedly had an alibi.

-Are you reopening the case, then? -I'm looking at the Kouri murder.

Whether the Herres case will be reopened is up to your boss.

Uh, could you keep me out of it?

So you just wanna wrap up Basher's file, and determine why he killed himself.

Gotcha. Good night.

Good night.

[pensive music playing]

[music becomes somber]

SLEEPING DOG

-[people speaking indistinctly] -[rails screeching in the distance]

-[woman] Still got my umbrella? -[sharp tone plays]

I'm in an empty shack by the canal port. If you don't grope me, you can come.

[bird chirping]

SURPRISE!

Mom!

-Yes? -[Tinka] Your phone.

-[sighs] I don't know where my head's at. -On Zari's shoulder.

What are you…

[mysterious music playing]

-[car door closes] -[engine revving]

[door closes]

-[Jule] Morning. -Morning.

So?

We're going over the evidence in the Kouri case.

[phone ringing in the background]

And the Herres case?

[indistinct chattering in the background]

See you later.

[district attorney] Jule?

-You have that suicide report? -[Jule] It's coming.

Joachim Jürgens, private detective.

After his visit, Mussa Basher killed himself.

Well, the next day, actually.

He had to go get his hands on a scalpel first.

But I'm thinking that visit may have been the trigger.

-Have you questioned him? -He hasn't gotten back to me yet.

Don't wait for him to call you back. You should be all over the guy.

JÜRGENS DETECTIVE AGENCY TO LET

This is Jule Andergast, district attorney's office.

I'm looking for an address for a Joachim Jürgens.

He rents an office from you. Private detective.

-[rock music playing loudly on earphones] -[keys jingle]

Hey…

Hey. Excuse me?

Uh, I'm sorry. Uh…

Is Mike home?

No.

Uh, you're his daughter, right?

[stammers] I… I'm Paul. Yeah.

We used to, uh, work together a while back, but…

He's not with the 49th anymore, is he?

-Nope. -Huh.

When do you think he'll be home?

He won't.

Ah, yeah.

-Hey, where's he staying now? Do you know? -No idea.

-I have to go. -Hey, I just wanted-- I'm sorry. Sorry.

I know it's none of my business. I'm just back in town, and I just, uh…

[sighs] I don't know anyone here, and…

It's just that we go back a long way. Mike and I, we…

We had a great time together.

[mysterious music playing]

[Jürgens] Anyway, doesn't matter. As long as he's doing all right.

[pounding]

[grunting]

[woman] In or out?

Hey, don't touch that!

"Klaus Hartloff. Attorney at law."

[gate creaks open]

Did you hurt yourself?

[gate creaks, closes]

Hey, I didn't take anything, except for two chocolate muffins.

FIRST CLASS TICKET SYDNEY-BERLIN (MOM)

[Atlas] Greetings from Mom! She sent you a return ticket.

Sydney, Australia.

Terrible weather, no kangaroos.

Berlin, home. A welcome cocktail and pasta with tomato sauce.

Pasta with tomato sauce?

[Atlas] Yeah!

[melancholy music playing]

[woman] You don't have to leave.

Hey, I'm not gonna jump you or nothing!

[Jürgens] Yeah, he's probably dealing with some heavy shit.

-But he doesn't wanna go to therapy. -[Jürgens] Yeah.

Man, I'd really love to help him.

And I think maybe I could.

How?

Sometimes it takes an old friend you've lost touch with

to just snap you out of it and bring you back. Like…

Like a little nudge, you know?

Mm?

But yeah, if there's no way to get in touch with him…

[gentile music plays]

Um… He…

He calls me sometimes.

Mm-hmm?

-I should get going. -Wait.

[chuckles] Maybe you can put us in touch, and we can be, like…

"Hi, Mike."

[mimics Atlas] "Hey, Paul!"

-[laughs] -[chuckles]

[Jürgens] Next thing you know,

all that emotional stuff will just come right out. Eh?

Yeah, so…

Worth a try, right?

The hell.

Okay.

Thanks.

[clattering nearby]

MURDER ON THE PLAYGROUND

[tense music playing]

[paper crumpling]

MURDER ON THE PLAYGROUND INVESTIGATIONS INTO CLAN MILIEU

Abou.

[Tom] Abou Basher?

LKA.

-[in Arabic] Peace be with you. -[in Arabic] And also with you.

[in Arabic] Idris was found dead.

-Idris? -[man agreeing] Mm.

[Tom, in English] You need to come to the station with me.

[in English] For what? What's this got to do with me?

Well, according to Idris' father, you threatened to off him a few times.

Is this a fucking joke? What is this shit, huh?

-Just come with me. -[man] Wait.

Wait. Wait.

[in Arabic] Abou. I'll call Hartloff. Mm?

-[Abou, in Arabic] Fine. -[in Arabic] Ah. Let's go!

-[in English] Let's go. -[Tom] Thank you.

First I have to know what they have.

Just tell your son to keep his mouth shut. I'll be right there.

Are you here to see me, Atlas? 'Cause I'm in a hurry.

[Atlas] Have you heard from Idris Kouri?

In a manner of speaking, yeah.

He was found dead in a playground last night in Kreuzkölln

Shot in the head.

They're looking at Abou for it.

He was in Berlin?

Looks like he was.

This is considered theft, by the way.

Just in case you're planning to rejoin the police force someday.

[car engine starts]

[doorbell beeping]

-[doorbell beeping] -[clattering]

Mr. Jürgens, I'm with the DA's office. I need to ask you a few questions.

I know you're in there.

[door slams]

[dramatic music playing]

[music stops abruptly]

[suspenseful music plays]

It's just a few questions, Mr. Jürgens.

It's about your visit to Mussa Basher in prison.

Was it about his alibi for Idris?

Idris Kouri?

-[sinister tone plays] -[Jule screams]

-[clattering] -[panting]

[gasps, pants]

So you want the police to bring him in?

He's evading questioning.

By an assessor who's supposed to be writing a report.

Corinna, he ran away from me.

Come on, Jule. Just mention Jürgens' visit to the prison

where he reiterated the seriousness of Mussa's situation,

and not triggered the suicide. Blah blah blah and done.

-We're on to the Kouri case now. -Maybe they're connected.

What?

Idris Kouri and Joachim Jürgens both visited Mussa Basher in prison.

Right after that, Mussa kills himself,

Idris is shot, and Joachim Jürgens goes underground.

Toss in that "Allahu Akbar" thing on Mussa's chest,

and you've got a neat little package wrapped up in a bow.

It said "Idris."

And Idris had "Mussa" carved into his chest. They were lovers!

[Corinna] What?

-They were gay? -Mm-hmm.

Well, there you go. The perfect suicide trigger.

And another Basher motive for the Idris murder, homosexuality.

Perfect.

Now forget about this Jürgens. Finish writing your report,

because as of today, it's become part of the Kouri case file.

Nice work.

[phone vibrating]

Steck.

What?

I'll be right there.

-[sighs] -We need to talk.

Yeah, I think we do.

[kart clattering]

[pensive music playing]

[clicks on the keyboard]

[clicks on the keyboard]

[clicks on the keyboard twice]

What are you telling him?

[opens drawer]

[Atlas, muffled] You're investigating Abou Basher now?

[Corinna, muffled] You went to see Hartloff again?

Did you tell him about your break-in here? And what am I supposed to do with you?

Let's just say Mussa was innocent in the Herres case.

-Atlas… -Hear me out.

What if Idris could've given Mussa an alibi?

He couldn't. The Bashers pressured him to lie on behalf of Mussa

to get him off scot-free, and that's why Idris left the country.

-So why did he come back to Berlin? -For love. Idris and Mussa were a couple.

Look, I'm sorry about Mussa's suicide, all right?

But he did what he did, and that's it.

It has nothing to do with the fact that you put him away.

I don't remember any of it.

You found strands of his hair.

In Judge Herres' driveway, yeah. But I don't remember it.

The only thing I remember is Mussa saying in court that somebody planted it.

[groans softly]

You don't remember it because you've got some kind of PTSD.

Reopen the Herres case.

I think maybe it's time we call in someone to help you.

[serious music playing]

[drawer opens]

[drawer closes]

You really do need to get some professional help.

Here. Now get help.

Do it for your family.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[serious music continues]

[nurse] Is someone looking for Lotta Körtner?

Yes, the young girl with the concussion?

She, uh, was accidentally hit by a door in a police operation.

-And you are? -I didn't know she was behind that door.

I really didn't.

-[children speaking indistinctly] -[nurse] She's none the worse for wear.

At her age, the cranial sutures are still elastic.

-They can absorb shocks more easily. -How long is she gonna be here?

[nurse] The real question is where is she gonna go.

Mother dead, grandparents dead, father unknown…

[gentle music playing]

Child protection services are looking for a family.

You want to talk to her?

Thank you.

-[girl] Right, see ya! -[phone clicks]

-Wanna go to Götz's place later? -[Tinka] If you want.

[gate creaks]

Karina!

Pretty good.

Greetings from my mother.

Uh, yeah, sure.

Have you seen your father?

He came by earlier. He wanted a backpack.

I gave him the old red one.

Remember? Australia?

[Karina's footsteps receding]

[kitchenware clatters]

[Karina's footsteps approaching]

You lasted a long time!

Yeah. In the tent.

That day, I was so mad at mom. [laughs]

And then I got that cool boarding pass that dad gave me.

From mom's travel agency.

I can feel that he'll come back.

He loves you both. Especially you.

-[Karina's footsteps receding] -[phone ringing and vibrating]

Yeah?

Hello?

Dad?

-I am in Australia right now. -[melancholy music playing]

I'm supposed to say hi to you.

He says hi back. [chuckles]

I did some interval training again today.

And I'm down over two pounds.

It's going really well! [chuckles]

I've also ordered supplements. They're supposed to help burn fat.

[Atlas, on phone] Tinka, you shouldn't touch that stuff.

Interval training is good, but… your body's gotta get used to it first.

Give it some time.

These things don't happen overnight.

-Okay. -[Atlas] I'll call you later.

-[sighs] -[disconnect tone]

Hey, Dad?

[sentimental music playing]

You are not overweight. You are beautiful just as you are.

[music swells]

I'm not beautiful.

I'm fat.

Do not be stupid.

[music fades away]

-[phone vibrating] -[mysterious music playing]

-Hello? -[Tinka, on phone] It's me.

-Tinka Atlas. -[Jürgens, on phone] Ah!

-He just called me again. -Mike?

[Tinka] I was gonna tell him about you, but…

he'd already hung up the phone.

[Jürgens] Ah… Hmm.

Want me to send you the number? I mean, I don't know if it's his, but…

-Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Text it to me. -[Tinka] Okay.

-I'll give him a shot a little later on. -All right.

-[Jürgens chuckling] Okay, then. Ciao. -Ciao. [chuckles]

[mysterious music intensifies]

[birds chirping and squawking]

[siren wailing in the distance]

This is where you stole my ID card, Detective Atlas.

And then used it to get into the DA's office

and made a copy of the Herres file.

[sighs]

Did you get in trouble?

[Jule] Did you find what you were looking for?

No.

You think you screwed up, don't you?

And you wanna reopen the Herres case.

Why can't you remember?

It's been eight months. I…

How about a coffee?

I wanna show you something.

[phone vibrating]

-[phone beeps] -Hey.

Atlas came by again. Last night he copied the Herres file

using a stolen ID card. He wants me to reopen the case.

I gave him a cellphone. I'll text you the number.

All right, I'm on it.

[Corinna sighs]

-Late shift tonight? -[Zaric] No, I'm off.

Still sticky with dust and blood off the street?

I took a shower.

Score another uniform?

-I'm taking Mother to the opera. -[Corinna laughs]

[Zaric chuckles]

[laughs] All right, have fun. By the way, there's a new guy at the LKA.

Yeah, I know.

[Corinna] He makes a good impression.

You're gonna have to up your game if you want to join the LKA.

[disconnect tone]

-[siren wailing in the distance] -[people talking indistinctly]

[phone thuds]

[door opens]

-[woman] Bye! -[serious music playing]

[opens door]

-Hi. -[Zaric] Hey.

-[Lenni] Right on time. [giggles] -[kiss]

And? [exhales] Where are we going?

Surprise.

Okay. I'm intrigued.

Better get Tinka first.

[sighs] She's sleeping over at a friend's tonight.

[seatbelt buckles]

-[key jingles] -[engine starts]

[sighs]

[click on the keyboard]

-Is that Idris Kouri? -[Jule] Yes.

Four days before Mussa's suicide.

He was going to testify on his behalf.

-[prison door closes] -You spoke to him?

No, with a friend of theirs, Niam.

Idris told Niam

that police officers threatened him at the time.

And if he testified for Mussa, they'd tell his father that he was gay.

That's when Idris took off for Agadir.

Now, eight months later, he comes back to testify for him,

and gets murdered.

Where was Idris' body found?

In a playground.

A treehouse in Brungerstrasse, in Kreuzkölln.

If Idris was going to testify for Mussa, why would he kill himself?

-[Jule] I… -The suicide came before Idris' murder.

I know.

[clicking on the keyboard]

Joachim Jürgens, private detective.

Do you remember if he had anything to do with Judge Herres?

-Did you tell your boss about all this? -I tried. She doesn't see the connection.

But you do, right?

Yeah. I need to find out what this PI said to Mussa to make him kill himself.

-But he's disappeared. -[phone ringing]

You really don't know him? Joachim Jürgens?

Yeah?

-Detective Atlas? -[Atlas, on phone] Yeah. Who's this?

Hello?

[ominous music playing]

[GPS beeping]

What are you doing?

-[shopping kart clatters] -[laptop beeps]

-[door closes] -[Jule] Thank you.

Hey! Hold on!

I just wanna talk a minute.

-I've never seen that guy in the video. -Yeah, or maybe you just don't remember.

Maybe.

But you do remember making a mistake, don't you?

What do you want from me?

[Jule] Look, all I wanna know is what happened back then.

Here. And it seems pretty clear that you wanna know too.

If you remember anything, give me a call. All right?

I got it.

[phone vibrating]

Hello?

What kind of a surprise?

-[gun fires] -[gasps]

-[laughs] -Oh fuck!

[laughing]

-[exhales, groans] -[Zaric laughing]

-Here. Lift your arms. -[shot laugh]

Hold it like this. Your thumb goes here. Good.

-Got it. Yeah. [laughs] Okay. -Just keep your arms straight.

-Hey. -What?

[Lenni yells] Oh! Yeah!

-There. Right there. -Oh! [laughs] Where?

-[laughs] Got that one. -Mmm.

[mysterious music playing]

-[Lenni] You're a real sniper. -Yeah?

-Yeah, sniper, you. [laughs] -Okay. [kisses] Glad I'm so good. [laughs]

Now let's see you do it.

Come on. Just think about what an asshole that guy is.

-Asshole? -Yeah, asshole.

Oh, yeah.

Shitty cyclist who almost ran me over today,

and has the nerve to give me the finger.

This if for you. Take this, you son of a bitch!

[exhales]

[puts gun down] Again.

[breathing heavily]

[children speaking in the background]

[door closes]

Every goddamn day she wonders why he left us.

-[gun fires] -[gasps]

My mother tells her, "Lose some weight, and maybe he'll come home!"

[yelling] Shut the fuck up, mother!

-Shut your stupid… -[gun clicking]

[breathing heavily]

It's all right.

[plastic cracking]

Fuck!

Leave me.

[breathing heavily]

There's another asshole.

You just left us alone.

Why would you do that?

[yelling] You don't give a shit about us!

Just talk to me.

Do you even know what you're doing to us?

[sobs]

[yelling] You're making me fucking miserable! [sobs]

-[gun firing] -[grunts]

[man] Hey!

[sobbing]

[Atlas] Yeah.

-[policeman] You can't stay here. -Yeah, I'm going.

This is where you used to come with him, right?

To shoot, to drink.

-[smooth pop ballad playing] -That's so not like him.

♪ Nothing can ease the pain Like touching… ♪

[Lenni cries]

He just didn't want to come home.

-[crying] -[Zaric] That's bullshit.

[crying]

♪ Nothing left but broken promises… ♪

[sniffles] He didn't want me anymore.

[exhales]

♪ Nowhere to go… ♪

He never so much as touched me.

He was burned out.

-♪ Ooh, ooh ♪ -♪ Nowhere to go… ♪

♪ I scream inside… ♪

[laughs agonizingly]

[moans]

Do you have anything?

[exhales]

Some of those little pills? The little, uh, green ones?

[softly] Do you have any?

Come on. We'll go on your boat.

Come on. Let's go. Come.

Hey, why don't I take you home now?

But I don't want to go home.

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh… ♪

[mimics gunshot, sighs]

[doorbell buzzes]

-♪ You said nothing… ♪ -[door unlocks]

♪ Nothing can express ♪

-♪ How it feels to drown… ♪ -Surprise.

Vera had to go to Koblenz at the last minute.

For two days.

♪ The sound of crashing waves… ♪

[smooth pop ballad continues]

[pounding]

-I've got more chocolate muffins. -♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh… ♪

[gate unlocks]

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh… ♪

Hey, Klaus.

[ballad continues]

[ballad ends]

[sad piano music playing]

Keep it together.

[grunts, startles]

[gasps, breathes shakily]

Everything okay?

[breathing heavily]

Mm.

-What time is it? -[man] Don't get up.

Breakfast is paid for. [kisses]

I'll call you tonight.

[man's footsteps receding]

[door closes]

[Jule moans]

Classy.

[train rumbling in the distance]

[woman] You were having nightmares.

Man, don't look at me like that.

You were tossing and turning and grunting like a pig.

I just wanted to get some sleep.

[drinks]

-We had a visitor last night. -Huh?

A raccoon.

-In a garbage can? -[Zaric] Yeah.

You should've taken care of it last night. Garbage can.

Is he getting paranoid now or what?

-I don't know, but I'll find him. -[Corinna] I hope so.

-Before he does something stupid. -[disconnect tone]

[knocking on door]

[Corinna] Come on in.

-[trainer in the video] One. Two. -[Tinka sighs]

-[trainer] Three. Let's go. -[phone ringing and vibrating]

[trainer] You can do it. Three seconds more.

Good. And keep it up.

-Hello? -[Jürgens, on phone] Hey, it's me.

He didn't pick up.

But don't worry, I'll keep trying.

[chewing] Mm. And if you hear anything, you'll let me know, right?

We'll get Mike back on the right track. Promise.

Mm, okay.

Thank you.

[trainer] Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two…

-[slams shut] -[phone thuds]

At the playground.

[Tom] In the treehouse.

But who'd be dumb enough to put out a cigarette at the scene?

Macho idiots who can't control their egos, who beat up their women

and drive around the city in their big-ass cars.

Basher profile.

And I'll tell you something. It's genetic.

You mean Arabs, or…?

Arabia, Saxony-Anhalt… I don't give a shit where they're from.

Our streets are slimy from all their testosterone.

[slams shut, thuds]

[Corinna] We'll do a DNA test.

Basher's attorney doubts we have sufficient cause.

We have sufficient cause.

We have a statement from Kouri's father, death threats in front of witnesses.

Don't worry. I'll take care of the order. Has Abou made a statement yet?

[sighs] He says we're pulling the same shit with him

as we did with his brother Mussa.

Does Abou also have a bullshit alibi?

He was at the shisha bar until 7:00 p.m.

Then he was detained and questioned by a police officer.

You verified that?

No.

[siren wailing]

-Yeah? -[Corinna, on phone] Where are you?

-Vienna Street. -[Corinna] Schlefski wants to talk to you.

-Who? -[Corinna] The new guy from LKA.

All right.

[pounding]

He was in this apartment. I'm positive.

Kaminski. He should be at work, shouldn't he?

I don't know. He's some old guy. I don't really know him.

This way.

[pensive music playing]

[woman] I was taking out the garbage

when I saw some guy climb over the balcony with his bag.

Yeah, the balcony door is open. That's how he got in and out.

-Then went to number 17 with his bag. -What's that smell?

It always smells like this here. The neighbors have cats.

Mm-mm.

-That ain't no cat. -Nope.

When was the last time you saw Mr. Kaminski?

I don't know. A while, I guess.

Okay.

Eeny, meeny--

Moe. [drops hands on hips]

[splashes]

[flies buzzing]

-What? -[policeman whimpers]

[moaning, retching]

[in disgust] God.

-[Zaric] No. No ambulance. -[policeman retches]

-[Zaric] Plastic bag, shovel, mop. -Ugh.

Yeah. Thanks.

[policeman] Must've been there since Christmas.

-It felt like stepping into a cake… -Hey, hey. Hey! Hey!

-Think of something else. -[policeman moans, retches]

Do you remember Trautenaustrasse? [moans]

When Atlas pulled that old woman out from the bed?

Made the same disgusting sound. [grunts]

[sighs in disgust]

-The pants, too. -Not now.

They've got old guy all over them! I'm knee-deep in grandpa!

[Zaric] Listen to me!

[breathing heavily]

-Get a grip. -[takes a deep breath]

[breathes heavily]

-Look at me. -Yeah.

-[vehicle approaching] -[breathing heavily]

[door opens]

-[Zaric] Stay with Britney, all right? -[policeman] Okay.

Hey…

[Zaric] Abou harassed a former colleague. I asked him about that.

-Around the corner from the Basher Lounge. -Oh yeah? And until when?

A bit after eight. I had a shift at nine.

We were called to the playground at 10:30.

It's not much of an alibi.

-Where's the ex-colleague he harassed? -Huh?

Who was the ex-colleague?

Mike Atlas.

Detective Atlas? The one who quit?

Yeah.

Why did he quit?

It just got to him. All this.

"All this"?

Yeah.

Thank you.

FINAL REPORT

You've inherited your mother's flair for the written word.

By the way, Idris, Mussa, all that homo stuff…

-They were in love. -[Corinna] Yeah, yeah.

Anyway, it was very helpful that you found out about it.

What?

I can see the gears grinding in your head, Jule.

We speculate till the cows come home, but then we'll never get any results.

We're under pressure here, Jule.

This is what was needed. And you delivered.

Good. I have to go see the judge now.

Start looking at the Kouri case.

-Get a head start on it. -Thank you.

[cello playing a slow melody]

[phone ringing and vibrating]

-Hello? -Hey.

-[Atlas, on phone] It's me. -Hi!

Is Karina back in Australia?

Yeah. In this weather…

She's always in the garden on days like this.

I need to speak to her right away.

So… Uh…

-Yeah. I'll give her a call. -[Atlas] Please do.

-I'll call you back, all right? -Okay.

[coin drops from phone]

[disconnect tone]

[phone clatters]

[sighs softly]

[cello playing a slow and sad melody]

[phone vibrating]

-Andergast. -It's Atlas.

Something came back to me. Can we meet?

Um, sure.

Uh, around seven by the river?

-[coin drops from phone] -[disconnect tone]

Hello?

[phone vibrating]

-Hey! -[on phone] Hi. It's Tinka.

-Are you free tonight? -[chewing] Um, tonight?

Yeah! You can come up to him and say, "Hello, Mike!"

[laughing] Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's great.

Um… Where, then?

Um, at Südgelände. In the arbor.

Yeah, but Südgelände is a huge area. How am I supposed to find him?

-Pick me up. -Mm-hmm. Okay. [laughs nervously]

-Ciao! -Ciao!

So what came back to you?

You got a cell?

Thanks.

[ringing tone]

-[on phone] Hello? Tinka Atlas. -Yeah, it's me.

-[Tinka] Hey, Dad! Oh, I spoke to Karina. -And?

-[Tinka] She'll be in Australia at eight. -Okay.

[Tinka] She's looking forward to seeing you.

Thank you, sweetie.

-You have a wife? -You have a car?

-Pants off. I'll make you some tea. -[policeman grunting, retching]

-I need a drink. -Shower first.

[keys clatter]

-[fridge door opens] -[bottles clink]

[fridge door closes]

-[bottle pops open] -Here.

Does he have a girlfriend? [clears throat]

Nah. He's got a groundhog.

Ah.

[bottle pops open]

[sower running]

The club of lone KDD wolves, hm?

-Atlas has a wife and daughter. -That he's not with anymore.

[melancholy music playing]

Am I gonna become a lone wolf?

[policeman knocking, shouts] Towel! Towel! Someone get me a towel?

Can you make some tea? Kitchen's over there.

-[gate creaks] -[rolling briefcase wheels rattling]

[gate closes]

[woman] Hi.

-Hello. Jule. -Bine.

Hello. Jule. Thank you for doing this.

-[clicking on a computer keyboard] -[somber music playing]

[inaudible]

[Bine translating] So many words… Probably names.

Idris. Idris Kouri?

DIRTY LAUNDRY? WHERE'S IRIN? IRIS?

-[inaudible] -[Karina clicks on the keyboard]

[Bine translating] He wants to know where he is. Where he can find him.

[inaudible]

He… He's dead.

As good as dead.

-Idris is as good as dead? -If he… says anything?

-[Karina clicks on the keyboard] -If he testifies for him.

Mussa's alibi. He's threatening him.

-That's all she can read. -[pen scratches]

THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! IDRIS IS AS GOOD AS DEAD?

THEY WANT TO PREVENT HERRES! LAUNDRY? DIRTY LAUNDRY?

"Herres"… "President of the court of appeals"…

I gotta go. Bye.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

[phone vibrating]

-Hello? -[door opens]

[door closes]

Um… Hang on. It's for you.

Yeah?

-[Jürgens] Detective Atlas? -Who is this?

Be at the Priesterweg parking lot in ten minutes.

You'd better come alone.

I have your daughter.

[ominous music plays]

[electronic music playing]