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*Man groans.*

*smoldering sounds*

(Man) You know you have no authority here.

Why didn't you go to the police?

Oh, we are, but it wasn't necessarily very helpful.

The dead man... Is that him?

So your nephew. No that's not him.

*dramatic music*

*Police sirens wail.*

*announcement in French*

His name could be Adriaan Smit.

But he also used other names.

Oh, this just keeps getting better.

He is an activist with a radical environmental group, RIOT.

As far as we know. As far as you know?

Wait here.

*exciting music*

Check their IDs.

'tschuldigung. Kann ich mal kurz Ihr Handy benutzen?

Nein. Nur ganz kurz.

Ja, es ist wichtig. Es geht nicht.

Bitte! Nein.

*Durchsage auf Französisch*

Okay.

Sieht so aus, als könnten Sie gehen.Hm.

Verlassen Sie die Stadt nicht.

Die Adresse Ihres Hotels haben Sie zu Protokoll gegeben?

Mhm.Ich melde mich, wenn es noch irgendwelche Fragen gibt.

Und natürlich, wenn wir Schmauchspuren bei Ihnen finden.

Wenn Sie etwas über meinen Neffen herausfinden ...Das war's.

*Sie lacht.* Ich ... Brr.

*Handy vibriert.*

Grosz. "Ich habe Mist gebaut."

Victor? "Ich habe echt Mist gebaut."

Wo bist du? "Ich habe jemanden umgebracht."

Wo bist du?

(schluchzend) Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck.

Ich ... Brüssel. Ich ... "Gut, hör mir zu."

Nein, nichts ist gut. Er ist tot.

"Ja, ich weiß, ich weiß. Ich kriege das hin.

Beruhig dich. Sag mir genau, wo du bist."

Eine U-Bahn-Station irgendwo in Brüssel. Ich ...

Du warst in dieser Fabrik außerhalb von Brüssel.

(flüsternd) Rein. "Ja."

"Da bin ich." Du bist hier?

"Ist er tot?"

Ist er wirklich tot? "Wir kriegen das hin.

Hast du gehört? Wir kriegen das hin."

Die werden mich finden.

Wer? Wer ist hinter dir her? "Ich weiß es nicht genau."

Okay. Ich regle das. Mach dir keine Sorgen, ja?

Es ist alles so viel größer. "Okay, Victor, hör zu. Hör mir zu.

Sieh dich um. Welche Station bist du?"

Botanique."Du bleibst genau da, wo du bist, bis ich komme."

Ja.

*geheimnisvolle Titelmusik*

Max Grosz

Thea Koren

Jon Hoffmann Victor Vegener

*spannungsvolle Klänge*

*Handy vibriert.*

Victor? "Im zweiten Untergeschoss."

Da lang. Bleib, wo du bist. Ich komme zu dir.

*dramatische Musik*

*Durchsage auf Französisch*

*Sie sprechen Französisch.*

Victor!

Ich bin hier, Victor!

Victor. Nur du, Onkel Max!

Victor, was soll das?

Wer ist denn das?

Das ist Thea Koren von der norwegischen Polizei.

Sie hat mir geholfen, dich zu finden.

Sie ist auf unserer Seite, Victor.

Nimm die Waffe runter.

Nimm die Waffe runter! *Victor schluchzt.*

Victor!

*Schuss*

Victor!

*Max schreit laut auf.* Stopp!

Nein!

*Ergreifende Musik überlagert Szene.*

Verdammte Scheiße.

*Ergreifende Musik läuft weiter.*

Polizei! - Nicht bewegen!

(TV-Sprecherin) "In der Nacht wurden zwei Männer

in Brüssel und Umgebung durch Schüsse getötet.

Die Leiche eines Mannes in den 30ern

wurde in einer stillgelegten Fabrik im Süden der Stadt gefunden.

Das zweite Opfer ..."

... ist er, Victor Vegener.

Unser Polizeikontakt sagt,

sie haben keine Hinweise auf den Täter oder das Motiv.

Ich will wissen, was sie auf den Computern

in der Fabrik gefunden haben.

Ist noch was?

"Das war eine Hinrichtung. Die BSG hat ihn hingerichtet.

Weil er ihnen zu nahe gekommen ist.

Kommst du an das Überwachungsvideo aus der U-Bahn?

Frag deinen Kontakt bei der Polizei. Versuch es."

Können wir die E-Mail abfangen?

"Es gibt eine Verbindung zwischen der BSG

und dem ermordeten Umweltaktivisten Victor Vegener.

An den Hintergründen interessiert? An wen ging die E-Mail?

Einen Journalisten vom "London Chronicle".

*schwelende Klänge*

(Investigator) When your nephew called you,

You were still at the first crime scene.

I was there. My colleagues were there.

We assume that your nephew shot this activist.

Damn it, why didn't you tell us about the call?

Why the hell?

He only trusted me.

My God, you're a police officer yourself.

We might have... No.

They couldn't have done anything at all.

If the police had shown up, he would have run away.

Which might have been better for him.

You can go now. And send your colleague in.

*Investigator sighs.*

He wants to talk to you now.

Victor Vegener had a weapon that had been used shortly before.

He had traces of smoke on his hands.

Do you have any idea what his motive might have been?

Self-defense. According to our research.

Your investigation? Great.

You saw Smit's body.

We didn't find any other weapons.

Victor was shot in the head.

After he shoots someone. Can't say anything about the motive?

What about the surveillance videos from the subway?

There are seven cameras hanging in the basement alone.

Yes, that's our turn.

So, let's go over the events again.

Are you eliminating critics at home now?

I have something for you. Go.

Or I'll call the police. This will interest you.

Can we continue talking inside?

Yes Yes.

Ah, yes.

And there.

Kitchen, bathroom, office, bedroom.

Every single recording is on the hard drive.

To be honest, I don't really know myself.

where all the bugs are.

Ups.

*Jon breathed.*

You want to denounce my client in the London Chronicle.

Of course, we also read your emails.

And you come here to tell me this? Now really, why?

To prove that I'm honest with you.

However, I can do this again here whenever I want.

Anywhere. At any time.

I assure you, you are making a big mistake,

if you connect BSG to Vegener's murder.

I just want to protect you from this.

BSG has absolutely nothing to do with it.

Okay, I'll tell you now how this whole thing is going to work.

They don't go to the press

before the takeover was approved,

and I'll give you the whole story.

*tense music*

*Ian takes a sharp breath.*

Just over my fucking corpse. Oh, Ian, Ian, Ian.

A number of lawyers are working on

Prevent your publications.

You know the deal.

And why should you do that?

The takeover.

I want to finish my job.

The complete story? Definitely?

Exactly.

Also what BSG and the LONA seeds

have to do with the peace negotiations?

*smoldering sounds*

I'm thinking about it.

Ah, this is...Bruno.

Yes. He removes all the cameras and bugs again.

Oh, by the way.

The recordings of your ex-wife and Mel O'Connor,

I wouldn't look at them.

Bye.

*exciting music*

"Holymon and BSG are not telling us the truth.

They promise us a brave new world,

in which thanks to their genetically modified crops

no one has to go hungry.

A world that strengthens the power of Holymon and BSG

and will increase their profits."

(Jule) Thank you for being here instead of Jon Hoffman.

(Sven) He has my trust.

(Jule) He serves whoever pays him. - Don't you?

(Jule) I still have a conscience.

(Sven) Yes. That's why I hoped you would support my company.

I do not support a monopoly on world nutrition.

So you prefer the status quo?

Twelve million tons of food,

that are thrown away in Germany.

Tens of millions worldwide to keep prices high.

A shameful result of our system,

which will not improve the takeover of Holymon by BSG.

I have clear principles about this.

Oh please, this isn't about your principles.

Excuse my manner,

but this attitude is an intellectual luxury.

It's about the survival of billions of people.

We want to give them the chance to feed themselves in their own country.

That is my goal.

And that is only possible with our seeds and your help.

I need production facilities worldwide, immediately.

Holymon offers that.

So why don't you work with smaller local companies?

These are 23 companies in Africa, Asia and South America.

Here. I contacted her in the last 16 hours.

They would be interested and they have the capacity.

This is a beautiful idea for a perfect world.

But I don't think it's mine or hers.

I have to deliver results.

The investors are breathing down my neck

and quite a few would like to see me fail.

Billions in profits from fertilizer

are and remain simply the norm for these people.

Overcoming this is part of my plan.

If the takeover fails, the plan fails.

You understand that, don't you, Ms. Kronberg?

Many voted for me because of my beliefs.

This also includes fighting monopolies.

The commitment to the lengthy,

but more promising developments.

Surely you understand that, Mr Benjamin?

You would have my vote.

If you let yourself be convinced by better arguments.

I've been working on this for a very long time.

And you won't stop me.

But you can still become a part of the whole.

Your decision.

You let yourself be bought. Back then, in 2002.

Who says that? Who?

What was there? What did you take the money for?

Faiza, that was a long time ago.

So have you forgotten?

Now you get ten million. These are the same people, right?

They know you can be bought. -Xalaz.

What happened 20 years ago? I want to know.

They bought my patent.

BSG?

You worked for them.

They don't have to pay you extra. So?

There was something that shouldn't be made public.

(whispering) They paid for my silence.

What was that?

You were just born. I wanted to build something for us.

I wouldn't have had a choice back then.

BSG ...

They monitored us and threatened us.

I was afraid. I was constantly afraid.

Fear for our family.

Do you understand?

This time you won't take the money.

Now you can do the right thing.

"BSG had the seeds illegally patented..."

Hey.Victor was about to uncover a huge scandal.

Everything points to BSG.

He had a USB stick with him.

According to this, the BSG has developed a super seed,

that could have stopped world hunger in 2002.

And do you know what they did? They kept it a secret!

To keep making their fucking billions!

With fertilizers and pesticides!

Millions of people would not have had to die of hunger.

That, exactly that, is what Victor found out.

They were it. They had him killed.

*tone*

*Mobile phone vibrates.*

Yes hello? "Faiza, it's me, Max.

What about the seeds Victor sent?"

None germinated. They are dead. "Dead? How can that be?"

Maybe the storage.

"I have the Seed Vaults in Kyoto,

Córdoba and Mexico asked for more samples.

And Svalbard too."

Is it true that seeds from Aleppo were relocated there in 2011?

when the civil war started?

Yes, I found out about that too. My father organized it.

"Tell me, is everything okay?

Have you heard from Victor?"

*tense music*

Victor! Only you, Uncle Max.

You said outcrossing old seeds is lucrative."It is."

Also from local proven old varieties?

"Yes. Max, what about Victor?"

So, okay, if now...

So someone steals the seeds or exchanges them with dead seeds...

Max, please. What about Victor?

*smoldering sounds*

Where is he? Is he alright?

"Ist er ..."

"Is he dead?"

*emotional music*

What do I have to do to change your mind?

Trying to understand me.

The peace agreement will not be signed without you.

Can you please leave us alone?

Do you want that too, love? - He can stay.

You look good, Mel.

Don't kiss my ass. Bring her to her senses.

So that she can stand next to you,

when the agreement is signed?

I don't think she would be comfortable with that.

Christmas?

Jule, you are one of the best politicians we have.

I'm begging you to give the okay to take over.

We can't lose you. - Do you realize what you're doing?

That you ask me to do something and directly threaten consequences?

"That's how it works in Brussels, babe."

I believe it was purchased by Hoffman and BSG, Jule.

Right, Mel? - Shut up.

Get drunk in your rat hole. - I'm telling you, it's bought.

(Mel) Why do you keep getting everything wrong?

I'm talking about us here, Jule.

I love you.

I want to share my plans with you, our plans.

Ah, and here it comes, the big love number.

Oh, shut up, Ian.

Do our plans still exist, Mel?

You, all of you, are becoming dependent on a corporation.

But only because their interests overlap.

It's about peace. Don't ruin it for your dreams.

That... - Not for the wrong reasons.

That's why I struggle: my reasons, my beliefs.

Do you think this is easy? - I count on you.

If I don't get your go in the next 48 hours

and BSG does not deliver the seeds, there will be no peace.

Is it really worth it?

*Jule sighs.*

(Ian sighs) That's just how Brussels is.

A destruction machine for idealists and...

Visionaries.

But what if she's right?

What do you think?

I think I'm drunk.

Did Laszlo really say he didn't approve the takeover?

What are you doing here, Jule? He needs rest.

Are you kidding me? With Hoffmann in the office?

Please, Jule. - It won't take long.

Remember how you told me, “Trust only yourself.”

I had forgotten that for a moment.

Will never happen again.

When Victor and I were in the hospital,

there was a little girl

who was waiting for an organ donation.

The girl asked him:

"Who actually tells Death where exactly I live?"

Victor tried to allay her fear.

And answered:

"Dying is like going on a great journey,

to a secret land.

It's calm and peaceful and full of color."

*dreamy music*

The girl asked him: "Where is the country?"

And he said:

"Ja ...

This is a big secret.

Nobody knows.

But we'll all see each other there again someday."

Hmm, that's very nice.

I also have a feeling that we will see each other again.

I have this place in Svalbard.

He helped me incredibly.

If you ever come back...

I would like to show it to you.

*exciting music*

I said no weapons. I thought you were a professional.

Someone had to stop him. I had no choice.

I made it clear: We don't kill people.

Then you shouldn't have hired me.

It would be best if you disappeared.

No contact with anyone.

Transfer the rest of my million.

This is where our paths diverge.

Make sure the police don't find you. Get out.

She's coming out soon. Keep an eye on her.

He fired me.

He reacted exactly as you said.

When can we meet?

Wo?

*Mobile phone vibrates.*

Hi Jorunn. "And the motive?"

Do you already have a new theory about this?

*Thea sighs.* "No, the whole thing..."

It's all pretty confusing.

Petter received several emails from a researcher in Munich.

She asked him to check whether seeds were exchanged.

"Aus Aleppo."

That's exactly what Victor Vegener was looking for.

You have to wait a moment.

"Did Eivind find out anything about the pills?"

"No, there was nothing on the recordings from the hotel."

But he started going through selfies from tourists.

You, I have to hang up. Lennart is here now.

"Take care of yourself. Okay?"

Okay? "Ja."

Take care.

*Beat*

Hello, this is Thea Koren, Norwegian Police.

They told me,

that I can watch the videos from the subway.

Yes. Do you already have them?

Petter is at a conference in Reykjavík.

He won't be back here until Friday.

That's why he asks you to get seeds from the Seed Vault.

Dear Aleppo.

Uh. Did he say why?

Um, we'll ask. OK?

Yes. Yes, but it's not that easy.

Um, I would need something in writing for that.

Yes, Petter said that too. The ...

Safety regulations.

He sent us something.

I didn't know this still existed. A fax.

Oh.

*tense music*

Where the hell are you?

We have a problem. A big fucking problem.

Call back, okay?

No. Yes.

Yes. No, no, don't worry.

I take care of it.

I assure you and the investors,

that Holymon remains American.

That is my top priority.

Yes. See you then.

*tense music*

Are you serious?

You can go now.

Lotte. "Max.

I heard what happened. I am so incredibly sorry."

I need the contact details of Sven Benjamin, the CEO of BSG.

"Just like that? For no reason?"

Police investigation. Interview with witnesses.

Could it be that some of the material is missing?

I think the footage from three cameras is missing.

I'll ask the technicians straight away.

Victor Vegener had another injury.

Did you know that?

Not fatal, but pretty serious.

We found a bullet.

When did that happen?

The coroner estimates two weeks ago.

Thanks. Very much.

(Omar) My research from 2002.

We have seeds

exposed to an electromagnetic field

and then planted them.

It worked.

Double yield, no pesticides,

no genetic manipulation, no fertilizer.

*tense music*

My cowardice has cost so many lives.

Not least Victor's.

I'm afraid,

I tracked down Victor.

We talked about research, science.

I hoped that you could develop more freely

than I did back then.

*Music becomes more emotional.*

You told him about your research?

Yes, implied.

Profit.

*She sobs.*

Let me. No no no. No.

You will help me.

So that Victor didn't die in vain.

I should have known you were meeting Jule Kronberg.

Now you know.

What did she want?

She had an idea that, in theory, isn't bad.

BSG cooperates with many small companies worldwide,

instead of taking over Holymon.

She has even contacted over 20 candidates.

She really doesn't make it easy for herself.Yes.

She visited Laszlo last night.

I knew about it and informed Laszlo's wife.

It looks like Jule Kronberg will now give up.

And Sanchez will then move up?

How you managed that remains a mystery to me. Oh.

Sometimes you just need patience. *Mobile phone vibrates.*

There is a problem?

This was the murdered boy's uncle.

He wants to meet me.

Absolutely no way. He is a policeman.

He will sue BSG. Accuse you.

I'll tell him the truth.

That we had nothing to do with the boy's death.

That's the truth, isn't it, Jon?

Yes, that is the truth.

*Phone vibrates.* Good.

Prepare to meet Perlington. I come.

*tense music*

*Mobile phone vibrates.*

Mmm. (Gilles) "Did you see it?"

Yes. "We should tell Benjamin."

I'll take care of it.

See you then.

(Mel) Don't do that. Jule.

That's fine.

I clear the field,

and Sanchez will then do whatever you want.

Are you giving up?

*Jule laughs quietly.* Am I doing that?

I don't know.

You are all convinced that

that the end justifies every means.

That the deals and working for your own benefit

the only option is to pursue realpolitik.

You've forgotten why you're here.

You are here to represent the interests of the citizens.

If you do that, there is no turning back. You know that, right?

*tense music*

What will become of us?

You have chosen the other side.

Oh, Christmas, Christmas, Christmas.

Then you're just the little naive girl,

that wants to improve the world.

That hides away as soon as everything doesn't go according to his will.

I thought you were strong.

I was probably wrong.

And.

You were probably wrong.

I think it's a woman.

So the way the person moves.

I mean, it's...

But I'm still missing three crucial camera angles.

Hm.

They disappeared, am I right?

That's why we have also started internal investigations.

*exciting music*

Wait, there was...

Here, someone withdrew money from the ATM at the time of the crime.

Can you access these camera images?

*He sighs.* I'll try.

*He clears his throat.*

I'm proud of that one in me

saw a successor for Imre Laszlo.

But after consulting with my closest confidants

I came to the conclusion

that I cannot accept the position.

It requires a lot of personal sacrifice

that I don't want to provide.

(Man) Specify what you mean by that.

Like I said, it's personal.

*Reporters shout at once.* No.

Now, what have you communicated to humanity?

What would you have written down for me?

Tell me, Jon, what do you believe in?

To the future. Hm.

The future of relationships

between politics, business and society

lies in unconventional collaboration.

And, Jule, that's where you come into play again.

You could build bridges between positions,

who are unforgiving.

I don't know anyone who could do it better.

I heard you were religious?

How do you balance that with what you do?

I'm here. For everyone who needs my services.

That sounds like prostitution. *He laughs quietly.*

It's not always the one

who pays for the service that needs it most.

1610, I believe,

That's when Morocco concluded its first trade agreement

with the Netherlands, over weapons.

The Netherlands ignored the Pope's ban,

Selling weapons to non-Christian countries.

So according to your definition, seeds are weapons?

If you use it for the wrong purpose, yes.

You are smart, Jule, you have values ​​and clear convictions.

The potential for a great career.

So like I said, I'm here,

have first-class contacts.

Don't forget that.

*smoldering sounds*

(Sven) Uh, I'll call back.

Thanks.

Herr Grosz?

My condolences.

Please. Just take a seat.

"The 'LONA Seed Line' was founded 20 years ago

by Dr. Omar Said

and Prof. Dr. Richard Benjamin developed..."

BSG would have a motive.

"But when BSG got wind of it..."

Victor's research would have your plan

destroyed by the Holymon takeover.

Do you really believe that?

I am working on it,

to give the BSG a new moral, sustainable direction.

The formation of a monopoly would not be the first,

whatever I could think of.

You can believe me

it's the only way to gain enough influence,

to urge politicians who are far too lazy to do the right thing.

And that you donate ten million,

to renovate the Seed Vault on Spitsbergen?

Is that also part of it? have an influence.

Or are you not securing access to the seeds?

No, only those states that store seeds there have access.

No companies. But you got access.

SYCARDA.

Victor came across it during his research.

That's why he traveled to Spitsbergen.

*shimmering sounds*

What would he have found there?

What is hidden there?

Mr. Grosz, please forgive me for saying it like that,

but I think the sadness speaks from you.

Mr. Benjamin, I... I'm investigating.

According to the facts.

And so a lot of it focuses on the Seed Vault.

Do you cooperate?

I do. I do not think so.

Why did Victor want to go there so badly?

*exciting music*

What is hidden there?

Herr Grosz.

My father thought

he would win the Nobel Prize for discovering this seed.

He really believed that.

And rightly so.

Does that mean that...

I'm not the only one who has an outstanding account with BSG?

That's not what it is about. It's about making the right decisions.

Without consideration, yes?

*Door opens.*

*Jon clears his throat conspicuously.*

*Jon clears his throat.*

*meaningful music*

Sanchez will sign.

The EU will approve the Holymon takeover.

Congratulations.

And!

Ha!

Ha.

(Faiza) Please let me know if you listen to this, Max.

We are on the way to Brussels.

I hope everything is okay with you.

Thanks. Can you hurry? We have to catch the train at four.

*dramatic music*

Oh shit. This is just unreal.

Holy shit.

*Camera shutter clicks.*

I do not believe that.

*tone*

Hey, Max, you have to come pick me up immediately.

And.

*exciting music*

She's a professional, she was in the Foreign Legion for six years

in a reconnaissance unit.

She was abroad for a long time. She has special training.

In close combat, war tactics, weapons and surveillance.

She is a trained front-line soldier.

She had a brother, three years older.

He was also in the army.

He was killed in a rocket attack in 2017.

She worked as a mercenary under various names.

Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria.

*Camera shutter clicks.*

(Investigator) Okay. Yes.

Europol is alarmed.

It will take time to secure all the evidence.

And.

Is this the address of your shop in Svalbard?

Yes, that's at the harbor.

We should go there.

*exciting music*

Untertitel: No Limits Media, 2023