All language subtitles for Trugschluss 2013

You look fantastic, Mrs Jansen…as always.

David?

I’m taking you today.

I’ll throw something over
and we can go.

Good Day.

Leon Heyn. Room 212.

- Here you go, Mr. Heyn.
- Thank You.

And? Something little before leaving?

- What happened?
- Hmm?

Your hand.

Ehr, nothing much. A little mishap at work.

Since when have you been
working with your hands?

- Let me see.
- Don't.

Or it will never heal.

I tell you everything about
my day and from you… nothing.

- The merger I told you about...
- Hmm?

I’m telling you about my day,
or have you changed your mind?

OK, go on.

I might become part oft he
team looking after the case.

My chance to
become a partner.

Sounds good.

Good? Rather fantastic.

It' s a huge opportunity I could have
only dreamed of at law school.

Let’s wait and see.

You thought before that your chance
had come. We started dreaming...

...even bought the house
just to pay it off for the next 50 years.

That was a year ago. Now I’m
ready and the partners know that

- Yes, OK, I’m…
- Just a minute.

For two nights?

Just because it’s you.

OK.

I won’t be at home end of this week.

There’ll be a small get-together for 3 days
with prospective team members.

- Well?
- Well what?

I’ll be leaving Wednesday,
and coming back Friday.

If that’s all.

And Rebecca?

I just said the company
wants everyone

to get to know each other, and based
on that the partners would

yadda yadda yadda
...unimportant

Your moral compass has never
pointed north as yet.

Really?

It’s not as though things between
Rebecca and you aren’t right.

Most men would envy you for
someone like that.

And you know she loves you.

Well, for how much longer?

It’s better that way for her.
Rebecca wouldn’t understand.

I’d have long told her
about it otherwise.

And don’t tell me you
won’t do nights.

- The hotels are nice but...
- Nothing compared with this

We’ve been here all this time

and only stayed in bed.

Or under the shower, in the attic,
in the kitchen, your car.

Don’t forget the piano.

What’s that?

My husband,
I don’t want him to notice anything.

You know I can’t accept cash.

Come on,
one exception.

You don’t make such a fuss when it
goes via the agency as usual.

This time the amount is much higher
and so is the risk he may notice.

You wanted three days.

Couldn’t we just make a simple deal?

I am a good customer and
this is the first time.

I’ve already done you the favour
of agreeing to several days.

Because you are a good customer.

I had thought.

I may mean more to you,

after all this time.

It's just my job to satisfy the sexual
preferences of my customers,

however perverse these may be.

Some sit at their desk
all day and I do that.

That’s the way I earn my money.

You and all the others are
just customers, nothing more.

You whore.

What do you think
you’re paying me for?

You disgusting wanker.

At least I don't marry because
I am greedy bitch

and get fucked
by an old geezer.

You have been informed that
after the breach of contract

you are persona non grata
in this house, right?

Yes.

David?

It’s all been cleared.

But don’t get me to go round
collecting money again,

understood?

If you happen to make
unscheduled agreements,

then make sure
everything runs smoothly

Fine.

David.

Seriously.

What’s the matter with you?

You going away for the firm
without considering me.

That’s the matter.

Would you've had a
better suggestions?

Yeah, not to go.

Why not hand in my notice straight away?

No,
of course not.

In situations like this one
you can’t just say no.

Especially not considering the
chance they are offering me.

My reputation would be destroyed

and I would be scraping the bottom
of the list of potential partners.

- It would have only been one trip.
- I may well say the same.

We’re seeing less and less of each other.

You don’t even look after Lars any more.

You again won't be there when he's
going to get his jabs.

A few months ago you started
working until late at night,

because that’s when there
are talks with clients.

And now that.

Ruben doesn’t work nights.

Your sister’s husband?

Is that your idea
of a good husband?

Ruben's sitting at home all day
trying to find his inner self.

That’s not the point.

That exactly is the point.

You only see the world
through your pink shades.

That’s not bad,

up to a certain point.

I am getting the impression you are using
work so you don’t have to come home.

So you don’t have to spend
time with Lars and me.

I’d spend every minute with you if I could.

I only want to give you what you deserve.

But first I have to get in a position
where I can make decisions

instead of doing as others tell me.

It breaks my heart that I can’t
be with you and the little one.

Have I ever given you the feeling
that I don’t have all I need?

Who says, I need everything? I am happy
just having you and Lars around me.

Villa Kennedy, Kim Bleibner,
40, first contact, be agressive

Right now.

The only man who I am gay for.

- We must talk.
- Hmm?

- We must talk.
- Here?

I had a nice meeting with
your vacation companionship.

Great tits.

I guess it paid off to go rural.

That’s why I want to
get out for a while.

I must get things straightened
out with Rebecca.

Come on, I wannna dance.
Come on, dance.

Or blow, yeah blow.
Come on.

Piss off for a second, Baby.
This is man’s talk.

Everything OK?

Kids.

What do you mean ‘you want to get out’?

The situation at home is much
more tense than I anticipated

So between us two friends,
you can help me, can’t you?

Two weeks is all I’m asking for.

I am not your pimp,
you know that.

I am not even your boss.

I organize things, I’m the
go-between, if you like.

We are business partners but the
one thing we’re not is ‘friends’.

You can opt out,

work for your own account.

There is just one thing.

What do you think will happen
when Rebecca finds out

where all the money comes from
she’s buying the kid’s toys from?

So, think about it carefully.

As if you had the power

or any proof.

Villa Kennedy means money.
And that means you take on this job.

Then we’ll talk about holiday.
Is that clear?

It is.

See you then,

my friend.

Good day.
Have you got a reservation?

No, I haven’t, but Kim Bleibner has.
I am expected.

Yes, of course, Mr. Heyn. This way please.

I am sorry for the inconvenience,
but I am being called.

But you can find the place
easily without my help.

Thank you.

Nice place for a first meeting.

Tell me, what makes
your body shudder?

I beg your pardon, how dare you?

Oh I see. You want to dodge the radar.
No problem.

Leave me in peace.
I don’t know you.

That’s what we’ll have
time for the whole day.

Leave me alone now or
I will call security.

To already put me in handcuffs?

Thank goodness, Jonas.

- Who is that?
- Who are you?

What is going on here?

This is my husband

and you are disturbing
our wedding anniversary.

Leon Heyn?

Yes?

I think you got the wrong table.
I am your date.

Take a seat.

What are you on about,
who are you?

I think you know that, or else
we wouldn’t be sitting here, would we?

I was to meet a certain
Kim Bleibner, age 40.

Apart from the fact that I am obviously
not female, everything is right.

I'm not gay.

I should hope so.

If that’s the case, I can go.
No way will I…

Aren’t you even a little curious?

This is what I am willing
to pay for one day.

You know that there are enough guys who’d
work for a fraction of this, don’t you?

A lot more men for a lot less.
Yes, I am very conscious of the situation.

So?

What’s your point?
Why me?

Heteros

are so timid

and uptight.

That’s my thing.
Call it a fetish if you like.

And you are supposedly the best as far
as satisfying fetishes is concerned.

I have often asked myself

how large the sum would have to be
for me to have sex with a man.

And believe me, I thought
of a much smaller amount.

But now

that the offer is on the table,
even that is too little.

That’s not the point.

It's rather in spite of your
generous offer this will not work.

Sorry for wasting your time.

Wait.

My personal information.
Promise you will think about it.

The offer is valid for
24 hours.

Kim, right?

Sitting all day long in
an empty bar and playing king.

Tell me, you didn’t know.

Damn, what are you talking about?

You went for me like a fury. And then you
gave me the most pathetic punch ever.

Tell me you didn’t know that the
contact was a man.

Don't tell me you're
arranging escorts with men.

Wait a minute.
The contact from earlier?

Oh boy.

I didn’t know.

Not my job.

The booking comes in and somebody
in the office texts you.

And?

Did you say yes?

I’ve heard it’s nice to
be fucked in the arse.

You go straighten out your damn shop.

You're late.

I know.

Woken up at last?

I’ve made coffee if you’d like some.

Since when have you been
reading such magazines?

I read it at the
doctors's a few days ago

(Where Kim Bleibner met
his future wife...the

minister of the environment
Camille Bleibner)

I think it’s a couple of weeks old, but
I didn't wanted to stop in the middle...

Everything OK?

You’re acting so strange.

Darling please, give me a few hours,
I have to finish this off.

The only thing you’re
finishing off is yourself.

Please

You want to have me home more often,
so let me get on with my work.

I'm just about there.

There, where?

That long meeting yesterday.
Have you been nominated into the team?

It’s imminent.

I'm gone.

You won’t believe this.

But let’s meet tonight,
I’ll come round about five.

Let’s clarify the details one more.

I'm no idiot.

Once would have been enough,
twice OK perhaps,

but I won’t listen to it all a third time.

Come.

Yeah. I’ll keep to my deal.

I just hope you’re not
going to pull out of it.

Very funny.

Mr. Heyn, I knew you'd come back.

Considering the way this will be going
I think we should be on a first name base.

I'm sorry, but I can't do it.

Have I spoilt it now?

- I'd predicted it.
- What?

That you’d pull out of it.

But I it will be enough.

And as long as I’m getting my share
things can continue this way.

Perhaps we won’t get it all,
but I think it will be plenty.

- 50/50 then…
- Ah. It's 30 for you.

That you have nothing
left to negotiate with

you haven't considered in
your oh so brilliant plan.

Be glad I don’t take it all.

A toddler might have had the
idea to to put in a safeguard.

So show me.

Back so early? I didn’t expect
you till the weekend.

There are days I drop everything
to rush back to my darling

Open the envelope.

How often do I have to tell you.
No hotel rooms.

Use the town apartment or whatever.

They can come here and you can have
your pleasure in the guest house.

It was meant to happen.

I'm sorry.

Won’t happen again.

If this comes to light,
I’m ruined

All this torture I have suffered,
wasted.

Mrs Bleibner, Chris saw you arriving
home early and wants to say hello.

I have no time for that now.

Don’t I pay you to look
after such things?

Yes, but he just wanted...

But nothing.

I don’t want to spend time with him now,
I have more important things to see to.

Shoo shoo, or you’re fired.

And I hope for your sake
he can sort this out.

You're in such a fine mood today.

Well, it’s always a nice feeling
when everything goes to plan.

Tell me more.

Please don’t force me to provide more
reasons to pass judgement on me yet again.

I always thought you don’t give a
damn what others think of you.

I don’t.

Just what you think.

Want to know what I think of you?

That’s going to be interesting.

You’re a luxury vibrator

…an over-priced sex toy.

Don’t we have another topic?

You’re trying to sell useless
garbage over the phone.

Don’t know what’s worse.

You know it wasn’t the money but the lies.

Leave my father out of it.

And Rebecca is not like your mother.

And I think you believe that.

I also think that Rebecca believes that.

I'm firmly convinced that...

How can you be so stupid?

...even my mother believed that.

No, how could you be so stupid, again!

All our savings.

None of that, however,
changes the result.

It was an extremely
promising deal

Oh, let me guess.
With even higher risks than usual?

Right?

Answer me!

Risks are always involved when
the big money is waiting there.

The only one who’s waiting is me

for you to get a hard-on,

you useless, impotent bastard.

Please, Elizabeth.
I'm going to fix everything.

When did you ever fix anything?

But the boy needs his mother.

I had warned you. You should've
thought of that earlier.

Please Elizabeth.
Get some common sense.

You stay here, David.

Come here. Come.

Boy.

I am so sorry.

How long is this supposed to carry on?

I am talking to you.
David.

A little more respect.

I am still your father.

You can never tell

how someone will react
in a certain situation

if he’s not confronted
by it at that time.

What we think about ourselves

Couldn't be more
remote from reality.

Let her come in.

Have I missed an appointment?

Something has happened.

Have you got problems with the bill?

Damn, I thought as much.

Go take a seat.
Do you care for a drink?

Not for me. Thanks.

Valerie.
Two cups of coffee, please.

I really have to talk to you.

I can’t shake off the feeling
you’re about to spoil my day.

It’s about Kim.

This good-for-nothing.

I didn’t feel good when we found him.

Does he want more money?
Let him have it.

It isn’t money.

He’s OK, gets treated like a king and
ignores all contractual agreements we have.

Why did we decide
on a gay husband?

I already see how the
red-tops would destroy you.

Can’t I get a divorce and
we’ll look for another guy?

Are you crazy?
Shortly before the elections?

No, we’ll have to sort it out differently.

I’m planning a few risky things
and I need my top woman up front.

Any demands?

The amount is relatively
small, let’s just pay it.

What stops them from
asking for more next time?

No chance.

I’ll decide on the rules.

Don’t worry, I’ll sort it out.
As usual.

Just see to it that Kim behaves,

and look after the bill.
I need that, understood?

Don’t disappoint me again.

Or I’ll be looking for another politician
who doesn’t cause me such problems.

Something little for Chris.

Ehrm, yes, thank you. I’ll
give it to the maid later on.

Find out who is behind those.
Look into it.

You look fantastic.

Really? I get the feeling
they’re all staring at me.

Not today.

I thought we might find a day nanny
so I can go back to work.

Isn’t it too early?

I can’t cope on my own
with the little one.

I sometimes doubt if
I am a good mother.

And you’re not exactly helping.

But a day nanny?

Didn’t you have one?

Well,
you turned out normal.

I am going crazy always being at home on
my own, with no contact to other adults.

Even if it’s only enough money to pay
the help, that would be worth it.

You know I support you, no matter what.

And if that’s what you
need, we’ll go for it.

But promise you’ll think about it first.
OK?

Who?

What?

Who.

The photos.

Your employer.

Tell me!

We knew where you had to be standing.

And we got the CCTV footage.

You have no idea what resources
are at MY employer's disposal,

and his influece.

From what I can see,

it’s clear to any idiot that you’re
not the mastermind of this action.

I’ll be gone as soon as you give my name.

What?

What?

Calm down.

And again, but a bit louder.

Vi... Vincent Kalkow.

Kalkow?

Kalkow.

I...

I was only to take the photos

I don’t even know who I took photos of

I sware that’s all I know.

I never know the details.
Never.

One Second.

Where the hell have you been?

I got other things to do in my life

than to listen to your
bullshit again and again.

Meet me at the zoo in an hour.

Certainly not.

If your life isn’t worth
anything to you, then don’t.

What's happened?

At the zoo, in an hour.

Our photographer has
been taken out of it.

Dead?

No, they met over dinner and are now going
for a weekend in the Black Forest.

Of course, I mean he’s dead.

And now?

That changes everything.

Before getting himself killed he
managed to blow the trumpet on me.

Shit.

I had a message in my mailbox.
Tomorrow we’ll have our Meet’n’Greet

We’re still holding the photos and
you make sure he doesn’t forget it.

Oh, he’ll know that all right
but it won’t get you very far.

I’m taking all the shit now,

forget fifty-fifty, I’ll take
it all, you’re out of it.

- As if...
- David!

You’re out of it. And if you play
up, you’re next to get a call.

How am I to know you aren’t going to
push me in front of a car anyway?

You can't.

Fuck!

Mr. Kalkow is waiting
in the conference room.

You are...

Yes.

I guess we don’t need him here.

What do you want from me?

Let’s talk about Bleibners.

I understand.

You're the go-between.

I’m waiting.

You aren’t seeing any
money here today.

If you think Karl’s death has
shocked me, I must disappoint you.

You’ve got nothing in
your hands against me.

I’m holding the strings, the
Bleibners do as they’re told.

The price has just doubled.

- Mr Kalkow, have a seat.
- And doubled again.

Stick to the plan and you’ll sleep well.
I’ve finished here.

I said, take a seat, Mr Nowak.

Nowak,

Constantin Nowak, right?

Or perhaps I should try Diego Graz?

How?

I’m only going to ask it
once more, sit down.

David.

Open up.
We must talk.

Are you crazy? Damn, what
if somebody were there?

Fuck it, I must talk to you.

Oh sure, come on in.
A drink?

You know you’re the last person
I want to have in my house.

He’s got the photos.

He's got all the photos.

I’ve even given him
the memory card.

Gulping it down like that does
mean you didn’t get the money?

He knew about everything.

Does he know about me?

Perhaps he does.

Perhaps?
Damn, have you told him anything?

God no.

So he knows shit.

Perhaps.

He knew everything about me,
perhaps even about you.

I want you out of my house.

Print

Thats everything we need.

With those we can nail him down.

You can look.
I'm right back.

Had a hard day yesterday?

The client I told you about?

Gone.

I bet that wasn’t your fault.

You’ll soon have another chance.

It’s not over yet.

Promise you don’t exaggerate.

I’ve just had MY David back.

Don't let him disappear again.

OK?

Don’t worry about it.

So, they're back.

But I don’t think it’s Kalkow.

Which means the little tart had
his fair share in the plan?

But I found nothing.
Nowhere.

As if there was no Leon Heyn.

I think it’s time for a
visit at our new friend’s.

Lying to Mr. Jahns?
Big mistake.

You.
I can call you Vincent can't I?

You’ve got some explaining to do.

No idea what you’re talking about.

Copies of the photos, how
many of them are there?

I’ve given all I had to Mr. Jahns.

and he promised to leave
me and my family in peace.

How long will it carry on like that?
You give us some photos,

we’ll let you go and then,

suddenly, a few days later…

new photos.

Which means David must have some copies.
All that has been his plan anyway.

Who’s David?

The escort.

Calls himself Leon...

Leon Heyn?

Right.

I have all necessary documents
with me in my home office.

I can get them now.

Why tag you along, if I
know where to get them?

Work contacs

I bet, Daddy will be surprised about
us already coming back from Grandma’s.

We’re sure to catch him having
one of his late supper.

David isn’t the type for that.

No, but you wouldn’t have thought
it of Rubens either that time.

Well. In retrospect, if I think
about it, there were signs.

You still have sex?

Not as often since the baby arrived.
But sure…

We do.

You see? Before Ruben confessed,
we hadn’t had any for 10 months.

But suddenly he has to work at night.

Goes away for the night.

Something isn’t right.

Maybe you can’t see it,

but whenever we eat together, he
can’t leave his eyes off you.

After all these years? He loves
you, Darling, isn’t that enough?

It’s probably down to
the stress at work.

It'll be okay again and you’ll laugh about
thinking David would cheat on you.

Ruben and I also managed
to sort things out again.

Please don’t do anything silly.

What can I do?

To adress him about it?
First wait and see.

How’s Julia? I haven’t
seen her in a long time.

She’s in a pretty bitchy phase, but
not as bad as you were at sixteen.

Hey. You little shit.

Good day.

Good day. Hello.

I love creatures of habit.

It was only a question of time
before they’d turn up here again.

This is your favourite spot, isn't it?

Do we know each other?

Your interests are crossing with mine.

Vincent Kalkow, is the
one you should talk to.

Who’s been talking about Vincent?

I was expecting you to
deny knowing Mr. Kalkow.

Would it have worked?

No, not really,

we know everything already.

Anyway. Owning up to
everything right away,

you haven’t been long in the
business of blackmail apparently.

Sorry?
Blackmail?

As I’ve said, I don’t know you.

But you know Kim Bleibner
and his wife Camille.

Don’t play stupid with me.

The time for denial has passed.

First I didn’t know where to put you
until I started looking into it...

You know...

I work very closely
with Mrs. Bleibner.

We are, you could almost
say, on friendly terms.

And friends help each other.

As it is with friends.
She told me everything.

Of course I then realized very
fast why you changed your mind

And ultimately agreed to meet with Mr.
Bleibner.

What exactly are you getting at?

Anything that could play down the
fact that I still have the photos?

Oh well, the photos,
you can keep them.

But we’ll come back to them.

David Jansen.

Took a while to find out who really
is behind the name Leon Heyn.

Abitur with A grades, not bad,

reading Law at Goethe University
with first class honours,

all that within six years.
Impressive.

Starting out with Gutenberg & Partner,

any and every prep’s dream
who decides on Law.

The thought comes up

how a shooting star as you obviously were,

suddenly comes to work as an escort?

I was fired.

Loosing your licence to practice law
means more than simply being fired.

But who gets himself caught
up in insider dealings?

How long have you managed to live
on savings until you were short?

That's none of your business.

And then, little Lars was born.

You didn’t think I wouldn’t
know about Lars and Rebecca?

I have a family of my own and know
how that goes down in the books.

Let me guess,

at first you only wanted a temporary
solution, but the months went by…

And other options didn’t
raise the cash necessary

to keep the whole
affair from your wife.

I suppose we’re getting to the bit
where be both start negotiating.

It’s less a matter of negotiating
than doing as I tell you

Whilst leaning back and keeping my
staff from committing any stupidities.

I simply hope that you’ll do more for me
than that Kalkow character.

Vincent?

Whilst he still led us to you
before Arthur took care of him.

So there was a certain
purpose to his existence.

Back to the photos you
will still want to have.

I said you could keep it all,

and I am no man not to stand by his word.

It would surprise me, however, if it
were all made public at some time.

What would keep me from it?

Rather simple isn't it?

If you can’t own up to
Rebecca that you were fired,

then I expect you won’t
be keen on telling her

you are a prostitute.

Now that we’re talking privately.

You can admit it.

It never was your plan to
publish the photos,

was it?

I want a complete list of
Gutenberg and Partner’s clients.

Being a former member of staff, I expect
you’ll have access to that sort of data.

What’s that got to do with us?

I have my reasons.

What if I refuse?

Either you do as I tell you
without asking idiotic questions

or I will personally see to it
that your wife gets the photos.

And find your friend in the limelight…

I ask you.

As if Rebecca were to show the photos to
anybody only to feel utterly exposed.

Imagine only how she’d feel.

Our conversation is finished.

I get the feeling you have
something more important to do.

Thanks for getting
here so quickly.

You know I could have problems
just being seen with you.

I know, but listen.

You must get me list of clients and the
cases you’re working on right now.

You can't be serious.

I could get fired,

- or, even worse, could lose my...
- ...licence?

Yes, I‘ve been there.

And if I remember
correctly, you kept yours.

Fynn, you owe me, and you know it.

Can’t I just lend you my car sometime? Or
maybe you’re short of cash? I could...

I don’t want your money,
I need these lists.

Don’t forget that there is
something in it for you too.

What’s that?

I’ll keep my mouth shut, as I have
done over the last few months.

As if you were credible to any extent.

You know it’s not just my word,

I do have some concrete evidence
which I kept from the Court.

See to it that you get the documents.
We’ll meet here again tomorrow.

The dishwasher uses less water.
Think of the environment.

Not now.

It’s only glasses.

Is it asking too much if I
don’t want that white residue?

Your frigging priorities, Mom, really.
Fantastic example, you are.

That’s enough, young lady.

Rebecca thinks David may
be having an affair.

You, being an expert in
this field, should know.

David?

I know he forces himself to talk to
me when we have dinner together.

But even then, Rebecca seems his
only topic of conversation.

No cars, no sports,
only that woman.

And they still seem to get plenty of it...

- Do you mean to say we...
- Ugh... don’t talk about old-people-sex.

Or maybe he’s only
a damn good liar.

No one can put on such a
poker face all the time

without the truth
showing at some stage.

Yes, sure. The man is a killer.

Wouldn’t surprise me to learn that
he gets told what I eat every day.

I always knew you’d get into
trouble sooner or later.

Oh, so you knew my business
partner will be shot

and that I can do the
dirty work for that dick?

You know what I mean.

I just can’t figure why
this guy gets himself

involved in the private
matters of Bleibner’s.

Bleibner as is Member of the Bundestag?

Yes.

Her husband wanted to book me,
that’s how it all started.

Of course.

What of course?

It has often been suggested
that Camille Bleibner couldn’t

get up the career ladder so
quickly under her own steam.

I mean. Six years ago
nobody knew that woman

and now she is Minister
of the Environment.

Wouldn’t be surprised if that
Jahns was involved somehow.

- Sure you don’t want to go back to school?
- Ha!

This telephone marketing will
drive you round the bend.

Well, that was no good for me.

You’ve always been the lawyer.
I only came along for nothing better to do.

Don’t tell me you’re still
prostituting yourself,

what with all the other stuff
still going on your end.

It’s not that I have much of a
choice on how I earn my money.

And somehow I must keep up
the pretence for Rebecca.

And don’t you want your
money back at some stage?

Fuck the money. And don’t
pretend you’re doing it for me.

I’m going to that meeting
later and do my job.

Then I’ll go home, kiss
my wife good night

and clear matters with Patrick
tomorrow, once and for all.

Thank you.

David.

You didn’t really think
we’d be finished, did you?

The list of clients?
What am I to do with that?

‘twas only to see if you could deliver.

Why do you think I waste my time with you

if I could have dealt with you
in the same way as Mr. Kalkow

and your photographer friend?

You worked for Gutenberg &
Partner for a few months only.

You represented Saxon Pharma then

and stopped me from
taking over the company.

Thanks to you I keep walking into a wall
ever since, unable to get anywhere.

And you remembered me?

No, of course not,

but I had no problem finding out
that you worked for Gutenberg then.

So I thought to myself
it couldn’t do any harm

to see where you
could come in handy.

What if I hadn’t been able
to come up with the goods?

Be happy you could.

Saxon Pharmaceuticals.

One of the largest pharmaceutical
businesses in the western hemisphere.

Seems Gutenberg still
has dealings with them.

Thanks for the lesson in history,
but I really must be off now.

As you can imagine, I am very interested
in the activities of that enterprise.

Yes.

I need some more information
on what Saxon’s planning.

How am I to find that out?

My wife begins wondering why I'm
suddenly into long walks.

You know I’d ask somebody
else if I could.

I'm unconfortable lying to her.
So...

Why am I here?

I need access to the
office and the computers.

I'm dead serious.

David. Stealing data from
a company is one thing.

Letting you onto the premises…

I don’t just risk my licence,

I’d go to prison.

- Damn, you never used to be such a coward.
- Of course I wasn't.

Back then I wasn’t kept
on such a short leash.

The partners are just waiting
for a mistake to get rid of me.

Forget it.

Wake up, chum.

Does your wife actually know what
you were up to in the past?

Somebody needing the overtime.

See you tomorrow.
Don’t forget to get some sleep sometime.

Don’t worry, I’ll be off soon, too.

I’m not paying you to watch
you make phone calls.

THE Patrick Jahns?

The one every knows?

Patrick is a friend and
business partner of mine.

Business partner? In how far?

I could tell you stories.

Jahns is involved in a
quite a few shady deals,

but what do I care about your life.

Just a bit of advice, keep away from him.
He’s dangerous.

My husband and he worked together
and so I got to know a few things.

I don’t feel like talking
about it any more.

And I don’t feel like sitting around
wondering what’s hidden inside this suit.

- The food. Amazing.
- All thanks to the beautiful chef.

Susanne?

- I have to drive.
- OK.

I can do that.

Of course, two years from now you
can be our personal chauffeur.

But daddy is letting me drive already.

Ruben, that new Audi
of yours, marvellous.

Is Susanne giving you some
more pocket money at last?

That would be it,
it’s only on lease.

Luckily you don’t see it.

- Wait, I’ll help you.
- OK.

Show us the photos.

Between you and David
everything OK again?

Not really.

But that’s how it’s going to stay for now.

I didn’t want to say anything. You
two seemed so happy at the dinner.

You’ve been acting strange all night.

Don’t worry, we’re going
to sort things out again.

What if I knew something that
might change your opinion?

What do you mean?

Julia overheard me telling Ruben that
you think David’s betraying you.

- Ruben? That was a matter between sisters.
- Yes...

Yes, but I thought as he had been cheating,

he might see something in David’s
behaviour that would give him away.

And?

He thinks nobody can be such a good liar
and that there’s nothing to worry about.

Well then, so everything is fine.

But then, feeling bored, Julia followed
David one day and took photos.

What photos?

How do I know? He was
with some kind of woman.

Some photos. Some woman.

David.
Where are you?

Your wife.
She looks worried.

Doesn't she always?

But hey,

I’ve been thinking of walking
along the St. Francis Way.

Fantastic.

What do you want, Patrick?

And so openly?

I can literally feel
people’s looks upon me.

Could it not have been a place
where we would remain incognito?

Do have a seat.

I’d rather you told us
what this is all about.

I believe I told you to sit down.

Ah, I love a good drop.

Hennesy Paradis, got to be my favourite.

Where from?

Does it matter?

I felt a bit sick when I read it.

What do you want?

I want us to pick up
where we left off then.

Just under slightly different
conditions, of course.

Saxon Pharmaceuticals is allready
on somewhat wobbly legs.

- But...
- I know what you’re getting at.

Me too.

Never.

Where are you heading?

When that gets out,

you can manage your beloved company
from within some prison walls.

Hello.

I’m here to surprise my husband.

How nice. What's the
lucky one's name?

Mr. Jansen. David Jansen.

He is one of your up and
coming Associate Partners.

Congratulations.

Little one must be proud of his daddy.

I am sorry, but there is no
Mr. Jansen here in our system.

But I'm absolutely certain he works here.

Let me check.

Yes. I am looking for one David Jansen,
who is not in our system.

OK.

Thanks.

Your husband was dismissed a few
months ago. Didn’t you know?

Dismissed?

Yes, of course.

How stupid of me, I just forgot.

Forgot?

Mrs. Jansen, are you feeling all right?

Should I call a doctor?

No no, won’t be necessary.

Neat work, my friend.

Germany would be proud of you.

Why proud?

Thanks to people like you, people
like me can do their work.

Sometimes we have to act drasticaly
to keep the wheels spinning.

I am only one of many
working in the background,

seeing to it that
everything runs smoothly.

And the money?

Thanks to your help the country will
stand to collect millions in tax

Of course, I want a slice of that too.

After all, I also have a family waiting
for their dinner every night.

Good for you.

Why am I here?

To celebrate, what else?
The coffee is on me.

And of course I want to talk
about boosting our partnership.

Rather about how I can do
the dirty work for you.

There is no partnership between us.

And I don’t intend on lifting
a finger for you any more.

And you believe that?

Don’t be silly.

Don’t forget who you're talking to.

Do you know where you
can stuff your threats?

And you? Don’t stare at me like that.

Good day.

Not now.

And Lars?

At Mum’s.

Do you love somebody else?

Are you having an affair?

Of course not.

I love only you.

Have you slept with another woman?

What?

What?

What!

Whenever I ask you something
and you lie, you say what.

I am so stupid.

It’s bad enough to have me as your
enemy, but even I daren’t annoy Arthur.

Let’s do it like that.

You come by, apologize,
work for me again...

...and I give you back your life.

Which life?

Did you really think you were
the first of your kind?

The first to stand up to me?

I have survived many a David Jansen
and I will survive many more.

Is that where I should get scared?

It’s different with you.

We’re too similar.

- Just as I am not able to kill myself...
- I am not even a little bit like you.

The mendacity? The lying. Always
with an eye for some quick money.

What normal person is ready
to blackmail others?

My son, you’re a flash
back in history to me.

Me, 30 years ago.

Don't act, as if you don't see it?

That’ll get him thinking.

And now?

According to plan. Go to him.

Oh my God.

- Turn around.
- What?

Turn around! Follow her.

We’ll send someone else.

I’ll be with you in an hour.

What do you know about Jahns?

We worked together.

I am the one giving him
data on your company.

And now you want a slice of the cake?

Not directly, but yes.

How much would it be worth it to you if
Patrick disappeared from the public eye.

A lot.

Or even get him behind bars?

Even more.

And how do I know you can deliver.

I can.

6 o’clock tonight.

Wait for me at the corner of
Pfingstweidstrasse/Grüne Strasse

You’ll have this amount in cash
and I’ll bring the documents.

Are you mad?

6 p.m. or I’ll go public.

And from what I know your arse
will be history then too.

Now then. Quiet. Preserve your energy

What does all that mean?

Patrick Jahns. You said I should
keep away from him then. Why?

Oh well, not really a friend.

He laundered money
for my husband.

All the dirty money he made went to
Jahns, and he gave it back clean,

of course not without keeping a
considerable amount for himself.

Coffee? I’m just making a fresh one.

No thanks.

Why should I keep away from him?

He seems to have been a
friend of the family.

Oh no.

Jahns is dangerous.

He led my husband to believe
he worked for him,

when in fact it was the other way round.

And if my husband hadn’t
allowed him to earn any more,

he’s have seen to it that he disappeared.

I was shocked myself when I found
out where the money was from.

And with all that Jahns was driven by
the thought he'd do the world a favour.

How come you know all that?

My husband drank.

He was almost always drunk.

As it appears he drank
to calm his conscience.

An in his job that was every day.

Anyway. Once he was so drunk that
he told me about everything.

How he earns his
money with smuggling.

I thought about leaving him then.

Please. What about Patrick?

Yes, of course.

My husband was an idiot to get involved
with him, but he wasn’t stupid.

He kept a record about everything.
Every day.

Sober or drunk.

The notes taken when drunken he
would copy again the following day.

Thousands of pages, all on
paper, nothing digital.

And you’ve got the documents?

Each single sheet of paper.
I kept everything.

How did your husband die?

An aneurysm.

Bang and suddenly he keeled over.

That’s when I learnt that the dead
don’t care who’s got their documents.

I have no idea what all this means.

But those are exactly the same papers

as the ones my husband
showed me at the time.

Papers that explain
everything in great detail.

He said at the time that the few
sheets carried enough weight

to get all those
involved behind bars.

And that didn’t make you think?

Of course.

You must know that we met at school and
we were together for almost forty years.

And even when he started drinking,

I couldn’t help but stay with him.

After his death I cried
over him for months.

I am really sorry about that,
but I must be off now.

And...

...thanks again.

I just hope...

...you know what you’re doing.

I see your men had their fun at my place.

Just one moment.

David? What is...

Rebacca?

Well?

Let her go or I’ll take you down with me.

Really?

Threats again?

Instead of begging and pleading,
you’re threatening again?

David. Wake up, you’ve lost.

Come crawling back to me and
nothing will happen to her.

Max.

Max!

He’s got her.

Who’s got who?

Patrick. Rebecca.

- What are you going to do?
- The police.

The time has come to call the police.

Max, I need the photos.

But come down first. And...

Max.

Now.

You’ve got copies, haven’t you?

Very well.

And sorry about just now.

It’s ok.

If you don’t hear from me by
tomorrow, you can call the police.

But first you have to promise
that I can sort it myself.

Max, I want your word.

Yes, yes. You’ve got my word.

Promise.

I was hoping you'd be
into that kinky stuff.

If we've got the time I
could show you more...

more delicious, more bizarre.

What the hell do you want from me?

It all depends on your dearest.

If he behaves,
I won’t hurt you.

Well, not too much.

What does David have to do with it?

Has he annoyed you over some business deal.
Did he get sacked because of you?

You have no idea, have you?

Then let me tell you
what he's been doing...

And? Have you thought about it again?

Saxon Pharmaceuticals,
corruption and money laundering.

Don’t you think that’s not only
enough to ruin your reputation

but to get you behind bars as well?

Strong words from someone,
nobody will listen to.

Only a few hours from now and the world
will know who Patrick Jahns really is.

And Rebecca?

One more murder? Really?

Only because I talk to you doesn’t
mean you have my attention.

David?

David!

Damn.

Arthur.

Arthur.

I must be off.

Start preparing.

Do something against the run
by media and the police.

If I don’t call within two hours, kill her.

Keys.

One thing you must
know, Sweetheart.

Should you die here today,

then it was your husband
you drove me to do it.

You underestimated me.

She’s dead.

She’s not.

Because I wouldn’t have
killed her either, yet.

I’d have made time for some planning.

One hour?

Two.

Of course.

Two hours are more pleasant, but still
short enough to exert pressure.

What do you want?

A few weeks ago nothing would have
stopped me from selling everything.

- Are these?
- Yes.

Some of them.

Let her go,

don’t call me ever again

and as soon I know she's
unharmed you’ll get them all.

How can you be sure that
I won’t have you killed

and then take the documents?

Because these are not the only copies.

Bingo.

You lose.

Let her go.

10 month later

Energy tycoon takes over Saxon Pharma

Psychotherapist

FALLACY