Yes?
The car is ready.
Sure you don't want me to come with you?
Mr Winter.
We haven't met. My name is Theresa Gössen.
PAGAN PEAK
Money must follow politics, not the other way round.
That's what I always say.
After all, not much is happening because there is no cohesion between people.
Yes, each for their own. Instead of getting something done together.
Hey, I've had enough now…
If this is the case, from my side
we can already be 100 per cent sure that we get the right people
who are now in the building control authority
and from our side, there are a few more.
You see? We've got all the indisposed…
We are financing the campaign with one to two million.
We'll say it's a donation. That's important.
Then a project like Uttanger is viable.
From an economic standpoint, it's crazy.
It'll mean a boom for the entire region, for years to come.
It's important to get the donations past the auditors.
That much is clear.
We'll just make up our own rules.
It'll be a free ride.
Have you thought about our offer?
Mr Gössen, we're the good ones.
We want you to do the right thing.
The search warrant, the interrogation. It kept bothering me.
Of course I didn't want to believe it at first.
But then I got thinking.
His behaviour has been odd lately.
Odd?
He became more and more withdrawn.
One time, I went to the chateau and saw him burn things.
His clothes.
My suspicion grew and the bad feeling got stronger.
So I searched the property right after the interrogation.
When he wasn't there.
I know his secret stashes.
From the old days.
And I found this.
Mr Gössen informed us.
We checked the inscription on the ring. It's Miriam Zänger's wedding band.
I could have suspected sooner, but…
he's my brother.
I'm willing to make a statement.
You're doing the right thing, Mr Gössen.
Do you know where your brother is now?
I have a suspicion.
There are no copies. We'll stick to the agreement.
Agreement?
You just lied to a public prosecutor.
The lodge is abandoned.
He must have kept the woman in the annex.
Search result negative. Not a trace of the woman.
The dead man is probably 74-year-old Alfons Holzman.
We're hunting for Alexander Gössen, probably armed.
We assume that Gössen has taken the missing woman Nathalia Stanner with him.
Yes?
And the woman?
Thank you.
She's alive.
The family is well-known.
They are influential businesspeople. Have been for generations.
When I once saw him, he was an inconspicuous young man. A boy.
It's unthinkable that he should be a monster.
It's just as much of a shock for them. But his brother still went to the police.
He incriminated his own family.
Wolfgang Gössen has always had a strong personality,
particularly in business. What he did for the entire city…
The lowlands wouldn't exist without him.
And now he's showing personal character. Respect.
He's someone who knows what's right and what's wrong.
In today's world, that's become rare. I think it's admirable.
Ellie?
I have to go now.
How's the detective?
He's better. They'll discharge him soon.
That was good work.
Seriously, Ellie. I know what you both and what you have achieved.
So I'm all the happier to give you the good news in person.
I spoke to the public prosecutor earlier. The thing at the quarry…
the complaint is obsolete.
The SEK leader will withdraw his statement.
Why?
Out of respect for your work.
The Gössen family has also refrained from all litigations.
Is that how you got the idea with the van?
Yes, I learned from the situation.
The van had much more room than my hunting car.
I was able to line it, shut the windows, equip it with contraptions.
But at the end of the day, it was not ideal.
How so?
The sound situation… the screams.
What did you do with the vehicle after the crime?
I cleaned it thoroughly,
then I left the van in the barn for a while.
Then I sold it through an employee of ours.
Some Slav.
Did you pay Ms Sidorov for sex?
No.
For what then?
Yes, you can tell them.
She screamed for me.
Can you explain this?
She pretended to be in pain
and I recorded that with a tape recorder and listened to it afterwards.
And these screams aroused you?
Yes, at first. But then I realised that it's not enough for her to pretend.
Is that why you hurt her for real later on?
Yes.
And the others too.
Why did you leave her alone in the mine?
It was freezing in there.
It was a feeling.
She was suddenly disgusting to me, too dirty for me.
At that moment, I lost interest.
Is that why you later on picked Nathalia Stanner as your next victim?
Yes. She was totally different.
I first saw her at my father's funeral.
She was fixing some gravesites nearby, and she caught my eye back then.
Her hair, her face, her whole manner.
I said hi to her one time,
but she ignored me.
Did Ms Stanner's demeanour make you angry?
Yes, I think so.
Yes.
Although this anger…
It was good for my fantasies.
What kind of fantasies?
That I have her all to myself.
Any time.
Whenever I want.
That she is totally at my mercy.
That I can do with her what I want, always, anything.
And the idea… aroused you?
I had never had such a strong feeling before like I had with her.
That's why no-one was allowed to come between us.
Not even the old man who thought he should interfere.
You mean…
Alfons Holzmann?
The farmer you killed?
Yes. I have nothing against him, but…
he came between us.
That won't do.
Did you mean to kill Ms Stanner, too?
If my feeling had waned…
Probably, yes.
At some point.
Mr Gössen, in the descriptions of your crimes,
you have left out one victim until now.
I'm talking about Yela Antic.
Do you remember?
The young police officer?
Yes, sure.
She was shot dead with a hunting rifle on the banks of the Zill.
Hello.
Ellie?
Ellie.
Have you arrived home?
Thank you for the warm welcome.
J.P…
I need to recheck the Antic case.
You were at the arraignment hearing.
Alexander Gössen described each crime meticulously.
He remembered all the details and enjoyed talking about them.
Except for the murder of Yela. The judge almost had to remind him.
It was a spontaneous killing, on impulse.
As bad as it is, it just didn't interest him.
But the murder of the farmer was just to solve a problem and he talked about that.
He didn't even mention Yela.
He confessed to the murder.
Still, there is something wrong.
Look.
I'll forward your concerns to the Austrians, but for us…
No. I need to bring it to a close.
We have a confession from the murderer.
And all the files are closed.
Without new facts and evidence, they won't reopen the case.
- I will find the evidence. - Ellie, your job is here.
I must try.
You can't investigate privately. Much less in Austria.
Ellie…
Thomas?
I need our files for the Antic murder again.
- They're on their way to the archive. - Please get them back.
Ellie Stocker, CID Traunstein.
I'm calling about the latest forensic findings for the Zill murders.
I would like to compare the new findings with our old results.
So I need to speak to someone in charge, urgently.
Please call me back ASAP. Thank you.
Mr Heller, thank you for your email. I've looked through all of it.
I have a question about the tyre profiles at the Gössen property.
Would you have a moment for me?
Your colleagues found tyre tracks at the chateau.
Most of them match the vehicles at the property.
But the report mentions other tracks. Have they been identified yet?
You took pictures of them, correct?
I'd like to compare them to our tyre profiles from the parking lot.
Just to make sure.
Fine, I'll wait for your mail. Thank you.
1 MATCH (ACCURACY 99%) WINTER TYRES TYPE 235/5SR26.5
How are you?
I'm fine.
You were right.
It's a load off your shoulders, not having to pretend anymore.
In here, they all know who I am.
What about you?
I'm working on it.
Mr Gössen, in the past two years you were living in your father's house on your own.
The tyre tracks of a Volvo XC90 were found at the property.
Your brother drives such a car.
Did he visit you there often?
Yes, sure.
The same tyre left some marks in another place.
In a parking lot.
Near the Zill.
Very near the spot where police officer Yela Antic was shot dead.
So?
Can you tell me what really happened?
After the affair with the Nordic skier…
- The murder of Miriam Zänger… - Yes, yes.
My brother wanted me to leave the country.
Can you imagine?
Wolfgang just wanted to plant me somewhere else.
You can't stay here any longer.
You have to go! You owe me.
This is my home.
Just like yours. And I know darn well what I do.
I had never seen my brother so angry.
Maybe he even wanted to kill me.
To finally get rid of me, his recalcitrant little brother.
Who doesn't function properly. Who jeopardises everything.
The much-loved company. Uttanger, his billion dollar baby.
Which makes him almost as great and important as our Daddy.
Maybe that's why he followed me.
The next morning.
Where did he follow you?
It was by pure accident that she saw me there that day, your colleague.
You're a hunter?
Yes.
For as long as I can think.
She was special.
She had suspenseful eyes.
The way she looked at me…
Well then… have a nice day.
I know you're looking for me.
Put the gun down.
It's OK, Ms Antic.
I want to tell you everything.
Everything you want to know.
It could have happened like that.
But…
maybe… I just told you a little story.
The area is full of legends and fairy-tales.
What does that mean?
Well, you were at the hearing.
I shot her.
Then I threw the rifle into the water somewhere.
I don't remember where exactly.
That's what I confessed…
so that's how it happened.
Your brother betrayed you.
Why won't you tell the truth?
He really did all sorts of stuff. Including self-renunciation.
And in the end, it's me who has to save his arse.
From now on I'm the one who is protecting the family.
Not him.
And it will stay like that.
We can do it without you, Mr Gössen.
You're not that important.
You question an Austrian inmate without permission or liason officer.
Are you out of your mind?
Ellie, seriously, I've had enough. Stop investigating this case right now.
Call me back.
Mr Winter?
I'm here to pick you up.
There is someone who wants to see you.
- One last exception, please. - Sorry, Ms Stocker, I can't do that.
I don't need to see it for myself.
Just look at the search report of the city flat again.
I just want to know if there was a hunting rifle among the findings, seven mm.
It's really very important.
Where exactly are we going?
Oh man.
Mr Winter? We haven't met. My name is Theresa Gössen.
Gedeon Winter, messages after the signal.
Hi, it's me, Ellie. I hope you're feeling better.
I never told you back then in the woods…
I never thanked you.
For getting me out of there.
And I wanted to tell you that I could really use having you by my side.
Well…
OK. Talk to you later.
What happened to those women is terrible.
It's awful for their families, to lose a child…
I'm so sorry.
Is that why you brought me here, Ms Gössen?
Should I take your confession?
Our mother always told us about the war and the time afterwards.
During the war, death was part of life. You couldn't get away from it.
Some people did try to get away.
If a farmer's family had three sons, for example,
they tried to get the third one off military service.
So that worst case the family won't lose all three children
and the farm would definitely be kept on.
Yes. Smart.
Mr Winter, one of my sons is lost forever.
Xandi was a mama's boy.
Always tied to my apron strings.
In marked contrast to his older brother.
He had to fight for his place.
And he went to so much trouble.
But he made a mistake.
So far, no-one has noticed, but it won't be long before someone gets it.
What does that mean?
The search report you sent me mentions the weapon.
Hunting rifle, Zeisacher, seven mm.
Ms Stocker, I wasn't allowed to sent you the report.
And the weapon is not in there.
- Where is it? - I don't know.
I asked the tech guy from back then, he doesn't know either.
A rifle doesn't just disappear from the evidence room.
- There must be a record. - No record.
Are you sure?
Ms Stocker, Wolfgang Gössen has been exonerated.
The Antic murder case is solved. What do you want me to do?
- Simple. You go in with me… - No, Ms Stocker.
I won't. I'm sorry, I've had enough.
These are your private investigations. I won't jeopardise my job.
Please go back to Germany and drive your colleagues bananas.
I'm sorry, I can't give you that information. This is a German badge.
Germany and Austria are EU member states.
Yes.
Haven't you heard of the Schengen treaty?
- Is this supposed to be a joke? - Listen.
I don't want to go in there.
I just need to know who's been in the evidence room in the past few days.
It's about the murder of a colleague.
Schengen treaty, my arse.
Do you have CC cameras here?
Wolfgang did it.
Your colleague.
With my late husband's rifle.
He considered it his duty to protect the family by all available means.
I can't lose him as well.
That's why I turn to you now, detective.
Help me.
The detective you mean…
He doesn't exist anymore.
They shot him dead.
So who are you?
With that bullet in your head, you'll never return to service, you know that.
And after your collapse, no-one will hire you as an adviser, either.
You'll be without purpose, all alone.
But maybe that's what you want.
- Public prosecutor's office. - Winter.
- The public prosecutor, please. - One moment…
- I'll wait. - There is an alternative option.
I know a neurosurgeon abroad.
He's the best in his field. Definitely the most expensive, too.
He's looked at your case and he is willing to risk the surgery.
Spare my son…
and you'll get a new life.
Mr Winter? Mr Winter, you want to talk to me?
This is your perspective.
Hello?
Mr Winter, are you there?
One moment. Can I see that again?
There was a signal,
but that makes sense.
He's got a bullet in his brain.
It's the copper they shot in the head, DCI Winter.
For me, he's a hero. Don't you know him in Germany?
Yes, I know him too.
Congratulations.
We are grateful
to know that a man like Mr Winter is still among us.
For me personally, Mr Winter is a role model.
He has not just repeatedly done competent police work,
and against all conceivable resistance too,
he has also shown us that you must never give up.
That you can always reinvent yourself, you even must do so, always.
And for that reason,
today our dear Mr Winter is not just the recipient of the golden order of merit
for services rendered to the Republic of Austria,
but I, or rather we, want to give something back.
So that he knows where he belongs.
With permission of the Minister of the Interior, of course.
Many thanks. Thank you.
Welcome back to service, detective.
They let you in?
I know the laureate.
Golden order of merit… Congratulations.
Just a facade.
- And underneath? - The bullet is out.
It won't be so easy from now on to smuggle evidence from the evidence room.
It's bitter. They make me honorary copper
and take away your badge. Illegal investigations abroad.
I don't need a badge for this here.
She meant something to you.
You said we're doing this for her.
Why is it so important to you?
Why are you so keen on returning to service…
and betray everything?
We all need our place.
Yes, we all have our ghosts.
But I won't stop.
I will solve this case, whatever it takes.
Even if it makes us opponents.
I know.
- CID Salzburg. - This is CID Salzburg, too.
- DCI Winter. - Mr Winter. Good to have you back.
Yes, thank you. I'm glad to be back. And I have something for you.
I need information about one Oskar Maria Koschlick,
year of birth 1943 or so.
Who is he?
Vienna Collective. In '99, he was on trial in Graz.
He was released on parole, changed his name, and went abroad.
He must be in the European database then.
Well then… call Interpol.
Alright.
I need to know where he is now.
Thank you.
Bring me another half pint.
I'm so glad you came…
Gedeon.
OSKAR MARIA KOSCHLICK, ARTIST IN THE TWILIGHT
ALLEGED CHILD ABUSER ACQUITTED
What he did wasn't right.
It was wrong.
Want to make a fuss?
Want to know him?
Shall we go, you and me?
Just the two of us?