[ominous music playing]
[line rings]
[voicemail greeting] Hey, it's Tinka. I can't come to the phone right now.
- Leave me a message after the beep. - [beep]
Fuck!
[phone keypad tapping]
[line ringing]
- [Lenni, on phone] Hello? - Where's Tinka?
- Mike? - [Atlas, on phone] Lenni.
- Where's Tinka? - [Lenni stammers] I… I don't know.
I just left her a voicemail.
- Why? - When was the last time you saw her?
[Lenni] This morning.
This afternoon she… [stammers] She was going to the gym.
Why? What's wrong?
- [Atlas] Did you call the gym? - Yes, she was there.
But she hasn't been back home, her gym bag isn't here.
- So it was after that. - [sternly] Mike, what's going on?
- Why are you asking about her? - I'll take care of it.
You'll take care of what? What's going on with Tinka?
[disconnect tone]
Hello?
[dramatic music playing]
- Bye. - [phone vibrating]
- [beeps] - Hey.
- [breathing shakily] Tinka's disappeared. - What?
[Lenni] She should've been here hours ago.
- And Mike just called me. - Atlas? Why?
I don't know, but I've gotta know where Tinka is.
- Okay. Just give me her cellphone number. - [Lenni] But she's not picking up.
- Just give me the number. - Yes, I… I'll send it to you.
SLEEPING DOG
- [tires screeching] - [motor revving]
CONNECTING
[GPS beeping]
[panting]
[Jürgens] Detective Atlas!
[panting] Where's my daughter?
- Back off. Over there. - Where's my daughter?
Go over there, I said! Hm!
Who's paying you?
What?
Who else is in on it? I want names.
- I don't know what you're talking about. - Judge Herres, the whole mess.
Herres?
You framed Mussa Basher for murder. The evidence you found on the crime scene…
[breathing shakily] It was fake, huh?
I can't remember.
[laughs cynically]
But Idris Kouri could. And that's why he had to die.
Now start talking.
[yells] I said talk! [grunts]
- [both grunting] - [yells] Where's my daughter?
- [groans] Tinka is fine! - Where's my daughter?
Tinka's all right, I swear! I promise I'll take you to her.
[engine revving]
[motor revving]
- [car horn 2 honking] - [tires screech]
[car horn 3 honking]
[tires screeching]
[breathing shakily] If you really can't remember,
then maybe I can jog your memory.
- [tires screeching] - [vehicle approaching]
- Fuck. [grunts] - [grunts]
- [tires screeching] - [motor revving]
- [Tinka] What's going on? - [panting]
- Fuck! - Daddy! Dad!
- [motor revving] - [tires screeching]
[Tinka] Come on. Let me out!
[panting]
- [yells] Stop the car! Let me out of here! - [yells] Just shut up, all right?!
- [tires screech] - [Jürgens] Fuck!
[GPS beeping]
[mysterious music playing]
[sighs]
[GPS beeping]
- [motor revs] - [tires screech]
[GPS beeping]
- Stop the car! Let me out! - Shut up!
- [car horn 4 honking] - [tires screech]
[car horn 5 honks]
[Tinka] Please stop! Stop the car, please! Let me out!
Please! Stop!
- [car horn 5 honks] - [tires screeching]
- [several car horns honking]
Fuck. Come on! Shit!
[tires screeching]
[motor revving]
[brakes squeal]
Here. Give this to your father. [breathing shakily]
And only your father, understand?
Now get out. Now!
- [motor revving] - [GPS beeping]
- [tires screeching] - [motor revving]
- [car door opens, then closes] - [breathing heavily]
[Zaric] Hey. Are you okay?
- Zari? - Are you okay? Tinka!
Yeah.
I'm good.
Who was that guy?
- Who was that? - A friend of my dad's.
What did he want from you?
Nothing.
Look, I told you, everything's okay.
- Then why was he driving like a maniac? - I don't know.
Maybe because you were chasing him? What are you even doing here?
Your mother was worried.
Yeah, I've got her.
No, no, it's all good.
I'll bring her home now.
Bye.
Come on.
[panting]
- I've gotta use your phone. - It's for you.
[Atlas] What?
Yeah?
[inhales] Uh, she's okay. It's all good.
Apparently, she was with an old friend of yours named Paul.
[panting] Huh? Paul? Which Paul?
- I don't know. - [Atlas] Where is she?
Zari is driving her home.
[panting] Zari?
Yeah, Mike. Zari.
At least I can count on him.
- [melancholy music playing] - [panting]
Zari…
[Lenni] Yes. He took care of it.
[panting]
[Lenni] Mike?
[disconnect tone]
I guess that's it, then.
[phone clatters]
- [Jule] Is everything okay? - [panting]
[phone thuds]
[sighs] Good night.
[Jule] Good night!
Lenni is his wife?
His soulmate.
- [door slams shut] - [Lenni] Hey! I was really worried.
- Sorry. I forgot to call you. - Who were you with?
- Paul. An old friend of Dad's. - [refrigerator door closes]
Dad doesn't know any Paul.
Well, he knows him. Okay?
Night.
Good night.
- [door closes upstairs] - [sighs]
- Beer? - [Zaric] Mm-hmm.
[suspenseful music playing]
[keys jingle]
[exhales shakily]
[breathes heavily]
Paul. Mike said he didn't know this guy.
So he called you and asked about Tinka. From which phone?
I have no idea. Maybe he borrowed one.
- But he's in contact with you. - [Lenni] I don't know whose it was.
- Why didn't you ask? - Look, I don't know.
He hung up again right after.
But he did call you.
- Yes. - Good
Yeah. For the first time in eight months.
[Zaric] Hey…
He'll be back. I know it.
[Lenni sighs]
[Lenni's footsteps receding]
[door opens, then closes]
Did you actually see him?
- Atlas? - No, this Paul guy.
Uh-uh.
I wanna know who she's driving around with at night.
I might have his plate number on my dash cam.
I'll check it out. Okay?
Mm.
Thanks.
You're the best.
[chuckles] No.
[Lenni] Yes. I mean it.
[sighs]
[dark piano music playing]
[water trickling]
[breathes deeply]
[exhales sharply]
I can't sleep if someone is breathing heavily in the dark.
- Wanna talk about it? - [Atlas] Mm-mm.
Cuddle?
No.
I've got something. For when your brain can't sleep.
No, thanks.
[clears throat]
Okay, but don't keep your light on all night.
Sweet dreams.
Check out the last page.
A three-year-old got bashed in the head by some cop.
PLAYGROUND MURDER LKA SUSPECTS BASHER CLAN
[suspenseful music playing]
- [motor revving] - [tires screeching]
- [places cup down] - [paper ruffles]
CHIEF JUDGE OF THE APPELLATE COURT!
Chief Judge Regina Echtersweiler. Moved up from the regional court.
As your mother'd say, "Underachiever masquerading as a go-getter."
And she's no Martin Herres.
He would've made a great chief judge.
- Was Herres in the running? - He was a favorite.
It would've been his if Mussa Basher hadn't shot him. Why do you want to know?
Just curious.
Have you familiarized yourself with the Kouri case?
- Yes. - [Corinna] We're pretty much all set.
We've got evidence, a motive…
A motive?
Abou Basher blamed Idris Kouri for Mussa's suicide,
because Kouri refused to provide Mussa with an alibi for the Herres case.
Plus, the two of them were in a relationship.
I gotta take a call now.
If you have questions, ask the LKA. All right?
All right.
[child crying]
[people speaking indistinctly]
Hi. Hello.
- [nurse] Can I help you? - Uh…
I'd like to see Lotta, the little girl with the…
Ah, yeah. The police officer.
- I brought her… - [nurse] Oh. [chuckling] That's so cute.
- [chuckles] - But Lotta's not here anymore.
- Child protective services took her away. - They did?
[nurse] She was well again.
There was no internal trauma, so she was good to go.
Well, where did they take her?
You're not related to her, so I really shouldn't…
[whispers] But I think I can tell you.
[whispers] Lotta is now living at the…
CRIMINAL CASE AGAINST BASHER, ABOU
1 CIGARETTE BUTT SECURED CHIEF JUDGE OF THE APPELLATE COURT!
[mysterious music playing]
[door closes]
[door 2 closes]
ARCHIVE
DEFENDANT: BASHER, MUSSA COUNSEL: HARTLOFF, K.
EVIDENCE SECURED DET. ATLAS
MURDER WEAPON SECURED
ZARIC, 49TH GLOVE COMPARTMENT VEHICLE M. BASHER
FIG. 008
[phone vibrating]
Hello?
[birds chirping]
Hello?
- [Tinka] Uh, can I speak with Mike Atlas? - Who's this?
Tinka. I'm his daughter. He called me last night from this number.
Tinka. Got it. He used my cellphone yesterday.
But I haven't heard from him today.
Okay.
If he calls, can you tell him I need to see him?
I'm always at the gym until 6 p.m. He knows where it is.
And it's important, okay?
If he calls you, can you tell him I need to talk to him too?
Um…
[Jule] Jule. I'll be by the river after seven.
- He also knows where. - Okay. Cool. Um…
- Bye. - Bye, Tinka.
- [sets phone down] - [scoffs softly]
[mysterious music playing]
Bullet through with a 9 mm.
[mysterious music continues]
[phone vibrating]
- Hello? - I need to talk to Detective Atlas again.
Who's speaking, please? - I called him at this number last night.
I'm an old friend. He knows who I am.
If you give me your number, I'll pass it on.
Just tell him I really need to talk to him again, all right?
[stammers] I'll be in touch.
[knocking]
[woman speaking indistinctly]
Hello.
You're here for me?
[softly] I have news on Mussa Basher's suicide.
Okay.
Then… let's grab a bite.
[speaking indistinctly]
[car horns honking in traffic]
"They're everywhere. Idris is as good as dead."
- That's what Jürgens said. - The private detective?
He was the last visitor Mussa had, yeah. That's what he was yelling at him.
I think that Mussa Basher killed himself to protect his lover Idris Kouri,
and to put an end to the whole Herres case.
How'd you get this?
From a woman who can lip read. I showed her the video from the prison.
You're really good.
It was Detective Atlas' idea.
- He thinks he messed up somehow back then. - Messed up how?
- He can't remember right now. - What?
He had a breakdown. He suffers from memory lapses.
He asked Steck yesterday to reopen the Herres case.
- Detective Mike Atlas? - Yeah.
She said no.
Uh-huh.
[children speaking indistinctly]
Lotta, you've got a visitor.
[gentle music playing]
We're in the middle of breakfast. Maybe…
Yeah, I just came to, uh…
To, uh… [chuckles]
This is for you.
[children chattering and giggling indistinctly]
- Yeah. - [Lotta] Bunny.
[CPS worker] Thank you.
[children chattering and giggling indistinctly]
- Such a sweetie. - Mm.
[CPS worker 2] INot easy to find a home for her, though.
How come?
[inhales] Drug or alcohol abuse during pregnancy.
We don't know if it'll hinder her development.
Most adoptive parents want a healthy child.
[children chattering and giggling indistinctly]
[gentle music playing]
Do you wanna stay for a while?
Um…
I have to go to work.
I… I can't… I've gotta go.
[Jule] The Herres murder.
The Kouri murder.
- Pretty similar, right? - Both point-blank, 9 mm.
[Jule] Mm-hmm.
The Herres murder…
- The evidence Atlas found. - [Jule] Yes. The Kouri murder.
Both point-blank, 9 mm.
And in both cases the murderer leaves DNA behind at the scene.
Your Ms. Steck would say, in both cases, the murderer was a Basher.
[door opens]
- Hello. - [employee] Hello. What can I get you?
[customer] One falafel.
What if both Judge Herres and Idris Kouri were killed by the same person,
and both murders were pinned on the Bashers?
Maybe Idris Kouri was killed just to cover everything up,
so that the real perpetrator and the real motive wouldn't be known.
The real motive?
Herres was murdered shortly before becoming chief judge
of the appellate court.
[laughs in disbelief] Yeah.
Dark forces that want to stop a judge. "They're everywhere…"
Those are snippets of a conversation.
Until you speak to this private detective
and he tells you exactly what he was talking about,
it's nothing but a conspiracy theory.
Yes, but Mussa is innocent...
The question is, "Is Abou Basher guilty or not?"
In the Kouri case, the evidence is enough to detain him,
but not enough for a watertight indictment.
The DNA on the cigarette isn't back yet, Basher has no gunshot residue…
Mussa Basher didn't either.
Yes, but the murder weapon was found in Mussa's glove compartment.
- Not the same thing. - [sighs]
I won't leave any stone unturned in the Kouri case. I promise.
And the Herres case?
The Herres case is closed.
Even if Ms. Steck were to let me, I wouldn't be able to see the file.
It's nowhere to be found.
[dark music playing]
You'll be a shining star one day, just like your mother.
If my mother had been a shining star, my father wouldn't have left us.
- Sorry. I don't know why I just said that. - It happens.
- I got this. - [chair scraping]
- [Jule] Can I get this to go, please? - [employee] Yes.
[seagulls squawking]
[Zaric] Atlas. I've been looking for you for months.
It's good to see you. [chuckles]
Look…
What was that last night? Huh?
Who was that guy? Paul?
I'm on it.
How did you know where Tinka was?
[Zaric] Lenni called me. I tracked Tinka's phone.
I'll check that guy out. I promise, honest.
- Do you want a coffee? - [Atlas] No, Zari.
I want to know why I quit the force eight months ago.
I don't know.
You were out of it. When I realized how bad it was, it was too late.
Something went wrong, didn't it?
- [Zaric] What do you mean? - The Herres case!
- Mussa was innocent! - No, he wasn't!
He had an alibi! Idris Kouri!
He disappeared, but then he came back to testify for Mussa and he gets shot!
Because he didn't lie for Mussa at the time, Mike!
Mussa killed himself. His brother Abou blamed Idris for it, and bam!
- No. - Yeah!
The LKA confirmed it.
Abou made several threats. And we found his DNA at the crime scene.
Just like Mussa's hair at the Herres crime scene?
- Yes! You should know! - [Atlas] What went down back then?
Who told us to do it? Were we paid off?
What?
You just watch what you say.
You're losing your grip, Atlas.
You've been running for too long. You had a major burnout. You're… [sighs]
- Jesus, man. I'm your best friend. - Get the fuck off me.
[serious music playing]
Look at you.
I'm taking you to see Berners.
Remember Doctor Berners? He's a good guy.
He runs the clinic now. Let's go.
For Lenni and Tinka.
They also want to know what happened eight months ago.
They miss you.
- Stay away from my family. - [Zaric] Me?
You're the one who left them.
You did.
[train rumbling]
[judge] Atlas. You were the one who found the hairs at the scene?
Yeah.
That evidence was planted there. Planted there!
Mussa!
[ominous music playing]
- Well done, you bloodhound. - Let's go home. Get some sleep.
[Jürgens] You framed Mussa Basher for murder.
That evidence you found on the crime scene…
- It was fake! - [Zaric] Let's go home. Get some sleep.
[policeman] Well done, you bloodhound.
- [Tinka] Hey! - [tires screech]
[Tinka screams]
- [screams, breathes heavily] - [eerie music plays]
[Atlas] Oh shit.
[breathing shakily]
Tinka! Is everything okay?
Are you okay?
Are you out of your fucking mind?!
What the hell is wrong with you?
You've lost it!
Wake the hell up, Mike!
What are you doing? [yells] Mike, will you just talk to me?!
Don't you dare just walk away!
- [door closes] - [sighs]
[melancholy music playing]
FIRST CLASS TICKET SYDNEY-BERLIN (MOM) SPECIAL MENU: PASTA WITH TOMATO SAUCE
He's obsessed with the Herres case. Now do you see what I mean?
He needs professional help.
How did he even find out that Idris had come back?
From Hartloff, or…?
It doesn't matter. He's gotta go to the clinic. Gotta get him committed.
For that, he'd have to be a danger to himself or others,
which he isn't, is he?
No, but…
I'll think of something.
Yes, you'd better.
[groans]
What are you doing, bud? Joachim Jürgens owner request?
It's for Lenni.
Tinka was with some strange dude last night. Just between us.
Understood.
- What do you think of my new sneakers? - Cool.
[chuckles] They're great, right? Enjoy your lunch.
Thanks.
- [knocking on door] - [mysterious music plays]
[sighs]
[sighs deeply] She stopped telling me what she thinks.
Is this an awkward stage she's going through,
or is this a problem?
[gate creaks]
[sighs]
PLAYGROUND MURDER
[mysterious music playing]
[phone ringing in the background]
- [policeman] Nice shoes. - [munching] Mm-hmm. No trace of grandpa.
[phone ringing in the background]
Our friend went to see the little girl again.
The "I didn't know there was someone behind there" girl?
My God, I brought her a little stuffed animal.
Okay?
- She's at a kid's shelter. - Better than her drunken whore of a mom.
Yes, but because of her drunk mother, it'll be hard for her.
Adoptive parents don't want kids of alcoholics.
Yeah, that's very sad, but there's nothing we can do.
- [sighs] - [policeman] Something we can do…
Apartment break-in, Donaustrasse 14A. Hm?
[policeman 2 munching] Got it.
- Are you good? - Yeah.
- Maybe I could adopt her. - [scoffs] What?
Yeah. Stupid idea.
[locker door closes]
- Do you even have a boyfriend? - Absolutely not.
[policeman 2] Forget about it. If you're single, you can't adopt. No way.
[Zaric] Are we good?
- Come on. - [melancholy music playing]
No, it's direct.
So that's seven days…
I mean, seven nights. All inclusive.
The offer is valid until next week.
- If you dropped by in person, that'd be… - [door creaks softly]
…the best.
Yes, of course.
Yes.
- Goodbye. - [dog barking in the distance]
[colleagues talking indistinctly]
I'd like to book…
um, a return flight. [inhales]
[sighs]
I'm not totally sure yet how or when that'll be…
but I know exactly where.
[smacks lips]
So… [clears throat]
Is there anything you can offer me?
[scoffs]
Pasta with tomato sauce?
[Atlas chuckles, inhales]
[sighs]
Get therapy. You need help.
Yeah, but first I…
I gotta figure this out.
Like you've been doing the past eight months?
How's that working out?
You've destroyed so much, Mike.
- I know. - No, you don't!
You don't know what you're doing!
You just show up here expecting me to welcome you with open arms?
No questions asked?
[colleagues talking indistinctly in the background]
The only way back home…
is going through therapy.
[introspective string music playing]
Why won't you?
What are you so scared of?
Talk to me, Mike.
Just talk to me. Please.
[sighs]
[breathes out]
[scoffs] Nothing's changed at all.
- Yes. It has. - [Lenni] No.
I… I want…
You want what?
- I'm going to… - What?
Dammit!
I just need a little more time, okay?
Please.
But what if it's too late?
[melancholy music playing]
I still need time.
[sighs]
[telephone ringing]
[train rumbling]
♪ Where the world… again ♪
♪ When we merge our story starts again ♪
♪ Where we've fallen? Any place ♪
♪ You're right for me But at the wrong pace ♪
♪ Don't hold on ♪
♪ Don't dispair ♪
- ♪ You carry only… ♪ - [phone ringing and vibrating]
Hey. Hi, Mom.
Hey there, sweetheart.
Something wrong?
[clears throat] Listen, can you sleep over at Bine's tonight?
Yeah.
Why? What is it?
Uh, what's wrong?
It's okay, sweetheart. Nothing to worry about it. I'm…
I just need a little alone time. For me.
Okay.
[sniffles] Bye.
- ♪ Where would hope… me… ♪ - [sniffling]
♪ Or two people who were lost Right in between ♪
♪ Could be great And it will be ♪
♪ Well, this love heals right But comes with pain… ♪
[song ends]
[Atlas] Hey.
[breathes heavily]
- [Atlas] Hello? - [gasps, exhales]
- Hey. - [woman] Chocolate muffin…
- [Atlas yells] Hey! - [gun clatters]
[breathes heavily]
Hey. Look at me. You take something?
What did you take? Huh?
Chocolate muffin.
[Atlas] Ponnies.
PONNEXCINE 80 MG 10 FILM-COATED TABLETS
[policeman] Get ready. We're almost there.
Dude, are you all right? He took something again.
[Zaric sighs] I don't believe this.
[melancholy music playing]
[policeman] It's up ahead, 14A.
[phone vibrating]
- Hello? - Has Atlas contacted you yet?
[spits]
Yes.
- He wants to meet with you too. - When?
- [Jule] Tonight at seven. - Uh-huh.
Uh… where?
Um, by the river.
- [camera shutter clicks] - It was definitely pried open.
Must've been last night.
I slept at a friend's place, and when I got back an hour ago…
[sighs] Anyway.
My laptop and my VR goggles are gone too.
- Anything else? - I don't know.
Do you live alone?
[woman] Uh, my boyfriend sleeps over a lot.
- [policeman] He didn't last night. - [camera shutter clicks]
[woman] No, why?
- [Adebayo] Where was he last night? - In custody.
- Miss Mischnik's boyfriend is Abou Basher. - Ah!
- "Ah" what? - [Adebayo] Nothing.
[Zaric] Is this yours?
Um, no. That's… That's not mine. I have no idea how it got here.
No idea?
[inhales sharply]
[plastic crackling]
Interesting.
Thank you.
- [knocking on door] - [door opens]
Want me to give you a lift home?
No, I like to walk.
[paper rustling]
[door closes]
- [Jule clears throat] - Do you still run marathons?
No time.
I miss your mom.
She taught me how to be strong.
[Jule] Me too.
Since I was little.
Shall we?
Are you seeing anyone?
No. No time for that, either.
Yeah, well…
Your mother didn't exactly set a good example.
Men are important. I mean, not as important as they think…
- Important? - Yeah.
But pick one who's comfortable being alone, not clingy.
- [Jule] Mm. - [Corinna] I'm still paying for mine.
Find a nice one with a pleasant smile, you know, who can count to three.
- Doesn't have to be a genius. - Mm.
Pick one off the street.
It's not like they're all macho assholes.
[elevator door opens]
That reminds me, they found the murder weapon in the Kouri case.
Oh yeah?
Ballistic results come in tomorrow, but it's a 9 mm.
They found it in Basher's girlfriend's apartment.
- LKA? - Nah. My boys from the 49th.
They're in top form, even without Atlas' help.
Did he show up here again? Atlas?
No.
[policeman] We're almost there.
- [siren wailing] - [policeman] Get ready. Almost there.
[siren wailing]
Don't move from here, all right?
Mrs. Herres…
[policeman 2, over radio] The victim is presumed to be Judge Martin Herres.
Entry wound in the left temple.
[disturbing music playing]
[munching]
[Atlas] I can't do this much longer.
[seagulls squawking]
I don't… I don't think I can do it.
Say we were checking the body and you looked around the vehicle.
That's where you found the four strands of hair. Four.
Gonna take off. Otherwise, I'll sleep through the trial.
And miss your big moment.
You go home too. You need to be on the ball tomorrow.
That's where you found the four strands of hair. Four.
[melancholy piano music playing]
- [birds chirping] - [footsteps approaching]
[Jule] Joachim Jürgens?
You're Detective Atlas' old friend?
I'm Jule Andergast. We work together.
- He couldn't make it. - You were at my office before.
And two days ago at your apartment.
[stammers] I… I…
I… I wasn't in my apartment.
- [stammers] Not for days. - But you… You were running away.
What? That… That wasn't me.
That…
- Tell Atlas I'll only talk to him. - [Jule] Wait.
We investigate the Herres case together. We believe Mussa is innocent.
[shushes]
They're everywhere.
"They" who?
Not here.
[Jule] Who hired you?
[breathing shakily]
About nine months ago, she… She came into my office.
- Wanted me to follow her husband. - Judge Herres.
She thought he was having an affair. [stammers] She wanted me to shadow him.
So I did. For just one week. [sniffs]
- And… And I gave her the results. - And?
- There was no indication. - [vehicle approaching]
I handed her the photos… Get down!
I handed over the photographs, and… And that was it.
Soon after, Herres was shot in front of his house.
Out of curiosity, I went to the trial. One of the Bashers did it.
So… [stammers] Okay. I didn't think anything of it.
[breathes shakily] Until I went to the Amis Club six weeks ago
for a client. [breathes shakily]
- [Jule] Amis? - A high-end brothel on the Westend.
Suddenly I'm standing in front of Mrs. Herres. Chiara. A prostitute.
She didn't recognize me, but…
- It was her. - [Jule] A prostitute named Chiara?
The real Mrs. Herres is at least ten years older.
I was hired by a hooker to follow Judge Herres around town! Mm?
They wanted to keep Herres from becoming chief judge of the appellate court!
Tried to ruin his reputation by digging up some dirt.
[breathing shakily] But there was none! And then… Then…
They murdered him! [breathing shakily]
[Jule] That's what you told Mussa Basher in prison?
I… I wanted him to tell me where I could find Idris Kouri, his alibi,
but he didn't trust me at all.
And now, look. They've… They've killed Idris.
I warned Mussa. They'll kill anyone who touches the Herres case.
Who's "they"?
The Russians might be involved. They want to rebuild the entire country.
[breathes shakily] And put their own people in power.
Mr. Jürgens…
- Ms… Ms… - Andergast.
You don't believe me?
I believe that Mussa is innocent. I also think the killer is still out there
and that something underhanded was done.
But the Russians?
"Rebuild the country," "put their people in power"…
- That's... - Herres. Mussa Basher. Idris Kouri.
They're all dead. Right?
And now… Now they've been in my home! Hm?
- What were they looking for? - The photos!
- What photos? - From the Herres surveillance!
"What photographs"? [breathing shakily]
Just ask Atlas.
- I gave the photos to his... - [gun fires]
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[breathing shakily]
[gasps]
[panting]
BERLIN DISTRICT ATTORNEY'S OFFICE JULE ANDERGAST
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