All language subtitles for Der.Pass.S02E06.Der.lange.Schlaf.1080p.WEBRip.H265-CrZ

The Uttanger terrain, 39 hectares,

three big and two smaller towers.

Divided into, let's say, 800 flats

and 1,400 offices.

Old Uttanger and his two sons would be
extremely accommodating about a sale.

Of course, we'd have to
make an advance payment.

But the listing of the profit margins…

speak their very own language.

Like I said, it's budgeted, and
there's room for improvement.

Uttanger would be Austria's
largest construction project.

What about the development
plan and the statute decision?

That's our second step. First
things first. René, thank you.

The building area borders two
preservation sites of historic interest.

There is a maximum building
height is 27m, that's… six floors.

I can imagine that something
can be done in this particular case.

What exactly?

Are you making the laws now?

How many square metres are left over?

I beg your pardon?

Calculate it.

Mum, I…

- I…
- Please.

Can't you calculate it?

Yes, but…

Do it, then.

Simon, how did the talks with
the transport companies go?

We made considerable progress…

Look.

- I've got something for you.
- No.

- For me?
- Yes.

What is this?

Hang on.

That's so cute.

PAGAN PEAK

The findings are bones from wild animals,

bits of hide, antler pieces, teeth
of red deer and chamois horn.

There are 132 pieces in total.

Some of them are badly decayed,
there is moss on the bones.

The lab says they must have
been lying there for 50, 60 years.

Interesting is also the
lock on the entrance.

It was intact, so the
perp must have had a key.

It is an old Hellinger model, late '60s.

However, it is a custom-built model.
This lock was never mass-produced.

The company in Freilassing still exists.

The German colleagues are checking
the orders from that time right now.

The basement in the forest
appears to be a disused silver mine.

We made inquiries with
the nearest municipality.

After World War II, it was used by hunters
as a temporary store for their kill.

Particularly in the
summer when it was hot.

It is not yet clear who these people were.

Why this place? Why a cold mountain mine?

Well, it's in the forest,
it's deep underground,

you can't hear the woman scream.

In his current analysis of
the case, Ressler assumes

that the perp wants to
spend time with the women,

that he enjoys the moment
before the kill more and more.

He wants to possess his victims.

And he keeps learning.

So, we need to assume

that he will want to take his
next victim to another safe place.

Focus. Prostitutes, punters…

…and the milieu of the family.

Mr Winter?

Any insights?

No.

I'm afraid not.

When is your surgery?

Soon.

Look at this picture closely.

It's from the wall in the mine.

I hadn't noticed it
previously, but on that picture…

The third one is a "P", A-I-P.

Yela found the same
sign on the shooting seat.

Near the camping site.
First victim, Tonia Roth.

I saw her drawing.

Here.

Kroiss wrote the same letters on the
floor with his blood, just before he died.

A-I-P.

Yela was the only one who saw it.
She told me, but no-one else.

Why didn't you mention it at the meeting?

Why didn't he come back to the mine?

As if he had sniffed something.

We have a mole in here. Someone
is leaking information, I can feel it.

Excuse me. The colleagues
found the order from back then.

Halmhuber, Ludwig.
He ordered the custom-built locks.

A German citizen,
but deceased, I'm afraid.

Deceased but still married.

A-I-P.

Arietem in perpetuum.

Arietem for eternity.

The club wasn't officially
registered. It was a syndicate.

Lots of important people were in it.

The men met up because
they shared the same values.

They supported each other, swapped ideas,

and they went hunting together.

My Ludwig was the
club's treasurer for years.

They met up in a secret hunting lodge,

over in the Salzburg area.

- May I?
- Yes, sure.

GOOD HUNTING ON ALL PATHS

A hunting route.

The dead animals are lined up
according to a certain system.

The heart faces up.

Each man has his place.

The club used a disused silver
mine in the forest as a temporary store.

That's possible. In summer
maybe, when it was hot.

But I don't know for sure.

And Ludwig left the club at some point.

Why?

He had his reasons.

What kind of reasons?

Personal reasons.

He didn't want to be part of it anymore.

The young ones ruined the tradition.

- With their woman affairs.
- What kind of affairs?

For them, hunting was a pretext.

Ludwig said, this is not a hunting
lodge anymore, it's a brothel.

It's not my world anymore, he said.

It's all going down the drain,
it's just a question of time.

And he was right, too.

And when the thing with the woman
happened, they dissolved the club.

What woman?

The one they found raped in the forest.

Laura Berger.

I don't know what her name was.

I don't want to know, either.

But it's certain that one of the
young ones must have done it.

It was a bad lot at the end.

Why do you think a club member did it?

They were all scared to death.

Ludwig wasn't in it anymore at the time.

They came with a lawyer from Salzburg.

He had to sign that he
wasn't allowed to say anything

about the club and the
parties and everything.

Do you remember the name of that lawyer?

It's an Austrian office.

Not my jurisdiction. I'll have
to hand this over to Riffeser.

Yes, sure.

Arietem in perpetuum, amen.

In Austria, we have a
translation for this, backscratching.

Politicians, nobles,
businessmen, the whole rabble.

What did they talk
about on the happy hunt?

About the construction
of a new hotel, job offers,

laws that urgently need changing.

All off the record, of course.

No documents…

no signatures.

Only the trees in the forests know.

And they think they're all-powerful.

Where is this office?

Mum, I'm home.

Please wait here.

Ms Vidino will see you now.

Please go in.

Please, take a seat.

I vaguely remember having had
contact with a Mr Halmhuber. Ludwig?

- Halmhuber, correct?
- That's right.

You as an Austrian
represented a German client?

No.

But people from his private surroundings.

- He spent a lot of time in Austria.
- With fellow hunters?

Why don't you tell me what this is
really about? So I may help you better.

Does the name Arietem ring a bell?

An unofficial hunting club.

Men like to found clubs.

They come up with some
sign, rent a clubhouse.

It gives them a sense of… belonging?

Did you represent the
legal interests of this club?

I'm a solicitor. I don't represent
the interests of an unofficial club.

What about the members?

I have lots of influential
men amongst my clients.

It's a family tradition.

My grandfather founded this office,

my father continued
it, and now it's my turn.

That's nice.

Ms Vidino, does the name
Laura Berger ring a bell?

The woman was raped five years ago.

The same man has now killed three
women and a female police officer.

We suspect that the killer was
a member of this hunting club.

You suspect?

You could help us uncover the truth.

- We need the members' names.
- Ms Stocker.

My clients are influential personalities.

They trust me not to associate their
name with rumours, suspicions, or slander,

and I won't betray their trust.

It's our only chance to narrow
down the circle of suspects.

We would really appreciate it if you
would cooperate with us in this matter.

This is how the German police work?
Without legal basis?

Is that why you were suspended for a
year, because you follow your own rules?

My suspension was for personal reasons.

You are conducting a questioning
without an Austrian liaison officer.

What do you think, Mr Winter…

as a former DCI?

When you have concrete evidence, you're
welcome to send your Austrian colleagues.

If they carry a badge.

You are totally right.

- Thank you for your understanding.
- I'm just doing my job.

She was prepared.
We can't talk to anyone now.

Which arsehole is leaking information?

It was naive to think she would talk.

We're on the right track.
She's covering for someone.

Maybe.

Still, she won't give us any information.

Yes, not us, but I know someone.

There are people with better arguments…

than paragraphs.

They shot at you.

I said so.

We'll find another way.

Nathalia?

Very nice.

Wonderful. Very pretty.

Yes.

Excuse me, you need
to look this way, please.

Right. And smile.

Great.

And now the younger brother
please on the other side of Mama.

- Right.
- Why?

It's just a variation.

What for? You arranged
us for a tiring long time.

Doesn't matter, we have it.

That's it. Thank you.

Right. A bit closer together. A bit more.

- And now smile.
- This is ridiculous.

We have a picture,
we don't need a variation.

Xandi, you want some?

I'm good.

Did you know? That she's leaving again?

Who?

Mum.

She's on a plane again.

Where to now? To Paris?

Is she meeting her fashion bod superstar?

I couldn't care less.

Fetzentatler.

Köveder.

Dad's not been dead for a year.

So?

Look.

There is a solution for
the Uttanger problem.

I'm not supposed to talk about it.

But if it works, it will be gigantic.

Not even Daddy has ever built
something this large in Austria.

It's bigger than Vienna's Bahnhofcity.

Xandi.

Now it's our turn. Understand?

Why isn't she blindfolded?

Easy. Because I'm not one
of your brain-dead dollies.

What are all the shit rules for, then?

Calm down now.

Laura has long been one of us.

Hasn't she?

I see.

I'll hold you, OK?

Wolfgang, I'm not going in today.

Why not?

I don't feel like it, I'll go for a walk.

Because of her? She's not important to me.

Come on, let's celebrate our success.

It's your stupid project, not mine.

I'm not interested, I couldn't care less.

Xandi…

Wolfgang, are you coming?

What's your name?

Anna.

- How old are you?
- Two.

Are you OK?

Yes.

Talk to me. You can fool them, but not me.

I'm not fooling you, I'm fine.

I don't need any pills.

You pretend you're fine. You're not,
you take pills for your pain.

What about you?

They suspended you for one year. Why?

Personal reasons?

Shit.

What did you do for one year?

It doesn't matter.

Why are we talking about it, then?

We all have our ghosts. It's normal.

But there is a remedy for that.

We'll lock them away,

all the bad ghosts.

I mustn't be late again.

He was watching her.

Her every step.

He knew exactly when her
boyfriend has a night shift,

when they sleep and when they're awake.

We need to be ahead of
him, like he was ahead of her.

He keeps the women
alive longer and longer.

It was 12 hours for the last one.

Probably more this time.

One day, maybe two.

That must be do.

It's me.

Falcon.

Looking good.

No-one would have thought that possible.

Congrats.

To your second life.

I hate to budge in, but we're
running out of time. What's your price?

- Won't be cheap.
- Dude, your price.

There's a list in there.
We need intel about those names.

Everything about those Albanians.

Where they live, family,
contacts, aliases, where they meet.

Everything you cops know.

Those arseholes are ruining our business.

We don't know if you can deliver.

You're not a copper anymore.

And you're not one of us anymore, either.

Tell me…

what exactly are you…

Falcon?

We'll get you the intel.

I'm on active service,
I can access the data banks.

I already told him, he's
prepared everything.

Where's the safe?

Go on now!

Where's the bloody safe?

Look.

Open it!

Have you lost your mind?
Why do you call me at work?

There are problems.

My client is worried.

You're worried?

OK, let me tell you what's happening here.

A woman was kidnapped.
Probably the next victim.

And I've had enough. Tell me right
now to whom the information is going.

I don't know.

And I don't want to know.

But I do.

I really want to hear the truth.

I'm still a police officer.

Let me tell you something.

You're not a police officer anymore.

Listen closely now.

I want all the intel on
that DCI Winter, pronto.

The guy you shot.

And the German DCI Stocker.

Everything I can get.

Questions?

Excellent.

Should I take you to hospital, too?

Take me home.

I need a shower.

That's all of them.

It's all handwritten. Regular
payments of the members,

outgoing payments for trips, hotels,
restaurants, hunting equipment.

It will take weeks before we've
checked all those guys out.

Here are payments to private
persons, monthly, always the same sum.

All women.

And?

One of them is Laura Berger.

Affairs.

What are the names of the other women?

Excuse me, we're
looking for Rosalie Jonas.

They were always
really secretive about it.

We had to be blindfolded.

So no-one knew the
exact location of the lodge.

They drew up contracts.

That's what we got money for,
for never ever telling anyone.

We took part of our
own free will, all of us.

But Laura was different.

She was always laughing.

I remember that well.

And I remember that I asked myself…

why someone like her would do this.

Someone like her?

She was intelligent,

had her A levels and stuff.

The rest of us…

none of us really knew
what to do with our lives.

What exactly happened
when everyone came together?

On those evenings…

everything was ready, food, drink, drugs.

Everything the heart desires.

When we were high or drunk we
believed that we belonged to them.

They gave us presents.
That was enough for us.

But not for her.

She wanted him all to herself.

She really believed that he loved her.

Who?

What do you mean she
doesn't want the money?

She said she doesn't want it.

The complaint?

She withdrew it. She said she
wanted everything to be like before.

Did she say anything at all?

How it happened.

Who did it.

No.

She wanted… The morning after the party…

to walk back to the valley.

She went along the Zill.

It must have happened then.

Word got around very quickly
what had happened to her.

Did you talk to her?

I told her that she had
to go to the police, but…

- she didn't want to know.
- Was she scared of anyone?

On the contrary.

She was very calm.

She said she'd take care of it herself.

Jörg. Good thing you're here.

What's this crap? Whose video is this?

- I'm in it, too.
- Yes, they're blackmailing you, not me.

Thanks to you, my political
career is on the line, get it?

For me, everything is on the line.
The company, the family, all of it.

Who made the bloody video?

The men talked a lot
when we were around, but…

I was too high to remember any of it.

She must have known something.

Something…

she shouldn't have known.

After this story… we'll
break our old affiliations.

As of now, the two of us are just fleeting
acquaintances. The video never existed.

We'll take care of it.

I hope so.

Crap!

She said…

they'll pay for this.

They?

Him…

and his little brother.

I'm not kidding. Wolfgang and
Alexander Gössen. We need a warrant.

The woman might still be alive.

Hurry up.

Where is it?

I want the video and all copies.

And nothing will happen to you.

Hey! He didn't do it.

Why do you do this to him?
You'll ruin everything.

He just wants to help you.

Protect you.

So stuff like that never happens again.

- Protect.
- Yes.

And he sends you to tell me that?

His loyal hunting dog? Who
would do anything for his master?

- Without questioning anything.
- Stop it, that won't help you.

You just want to belong, don't you?

- Because otherwise you're nothing.
- Shut up.

You think, if you do as he tells you,

you'll belong at some
point, but it's not true.

You'll never belong to them.

He couldn't care less about you.

- He's just using you.
- Stop it!

The way he uses everyone.

You need to eat something.

No thanks, Mum, I'm tired.