[ominous music playing]
[car horns honking]
[vehicle approaching]
[tires screech]
[Tom] You've got something on your face.
SLEEPING DOG
- [tires screeching] - [motor revving]
He was going on about these funny… Funny things.
Evil Russians, conspiracy theories, and he was constantly looking around.
I thought he was nuts.
And then…
Is… Is this blood? Have…
Calm down. Take deep breaths, okay?
- It's that way. Yeah. That way. - [Tom] Just breathe.
- [Tom] Stay calm. - Yeah, I'm calm.
[Jule] Here. Turn here.
There.
- That's where… - Hey, hey, hey. Stop.
[tires screech]
We were right here.
We were parked here.
- Maybe the level above here? - No, that red car was there.
We were right here.
There should be shards here.
Shards of glass.
He shot through the window.
[Tom] Did you get a good look at the shooter?
- Where did the car go? - Did you see the shooter, yes or no?
No, I got out of the car and took off!
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. Let's try this.
Give me a detailed description of the car, and I'll put out an APB on it.
But I think now you need to clean up and have a stiff drink.
- He was dead. He was dead. - [Tom] Yes.
- The killer must've taken the car. - [Tom] Okay.
Okay.
[breathing shakily]
Can you hold me?
[car lock beeps]
Mussa Basher's hair strands…
- The Herres murder again? - I didn't find them.
No. You were baked.
Who did find them?
Socke. Don't you remember?
Why didn't he testify in court, then?
Because you're Steck's bloodhound.
We didn't want to say,
"Atlas was high as a kite in the car at the time."
We were protecting you.
I'll find out what happened eight months ago.
I'm warning you.
Me?
You think I did something?
You're sleeping with my wife.
You're crazy.
Whatever. It's easier than finding out what's going on up there, huh?
[eerie music playing]
[smooth pop music playing]
[Jule] What if Judge Herres,
Idris Kouri, and this Joachim Jürgens were all murdered by the same people?
Slow down.
We can't officially say Jürgens was murdered
until his body shows up.
Okay?
- Do I still have something here? - [Tom] No.
[Jule] Brain matter or something?
Tom. I witnessed a murder.
- Shouldn't I go to the police? - No.
There's an APB out on the car, okay?
Better?
You know what?
I'm almost thirty years old, and I've never had a real relationship.
Wanna know why?
Because the guy I'm into is always taken.
Forty or older,
good career, losing their hair.
Bald is good.
And with a cute little pudgy belly.
And married.
Yeah.
Maybe I just have a daddy complex.
[laughs drunkenly] My God, I'm talking your ear off.
It's all good.
Nah, nothing is good.
[tense music playing]
[gunshots firing repeatedly]
[Zaric] Your turn.
- No. - Forget it. He's too out of it.
- Yeah. He's also really boring. Mm? - [policeman chuckles]
I've always wondered what Lenni sees in you, Detective Atlas.
That I'm not like you.
What am I like?
[Zaric chuckles]
[waves swooshing]
[Zaric] What am I like?
Lenni…
What are you doing here?
[upbeat electronic music playing]
Hello, beautiful.
Britney.
[Adebayo laughs]
How are you doing?
Oh, I'm good. Pretty good. You done soon?
Yeah, uh…
Why?
I don't work till late tomorrow.
Okay?
I thought maybe you'd like to, you know… [claps]
Uh, well, I don't know…
Maybe… Would you like to have a drink or…
I've missed you, babe.
Are you sure?
Okay.
Let's go.
[sighs softly]
[breathes deeply, exhales]
Nothing happened.
Oh…
Mike…
came to see me at work.
He was thinking of coming back home.
Well, that's a good sign.
No, it's not.
[sighs]
Nothing's changed, Zari.
Nothing at all.
[sighs deeply]
I just couldn't go back to the house.
Then I wanted to talk to you, and yeah… [chuckles]
I wanted some of your little green thingamajigs.
[both laughs softly]
Just one at a time. Hm?
- Yeah. - Or who knows whose bed you'll end up in.
God. I'm glad there's no misunderstanding.
[both chuckle]
You're always there for us, aren't you? Whenever we need you.
But I'm not.
I wasn't there for Atlas.
I should've seen that he was in trouble.
We have to think of something, Lenni.
[Lenni breathes in deeply]
He's gotta go to burnout therapy or something.
Yeah, but he's gotta want to go. Otherwise, it won't do anything.
And that's the only way I'll let him come home to us.
He loves you guys.
But that's not enough.
[kisses] Thanks.
- [chuckles] - [chuckles]
[soft music playing]
[coughing]
PLAYGROUND MURDER
- [woman] Did you go through my backpack? - I disposed the ponnies.
- [woman] Ponnies? - Your pills.
Disposed?
- [Atlas] I got rid of them. - What the hell? Are you crazy?
- Stay away from that stuff. - Are you my father or what?
You have no fucking right to do that. You hear me?
- [grunts] - [Atlas grunts]
[both grunting]
[both moaning angrily and grunting]
- Chocolate muffin? Hm? - Fuck you! [breathing heavily]
When I get back, those pills better be there.
Asshole.
[door creaks open]
[slams]
- A 9 mm. - [Corinna] That's the murder weapon.
Ballistics confirmed it.
There were no fingerprints on it.
Abou wore gloves. That's why there wasn't any residue.
You questioned the girlfriend?
Sabrina Mischnik. Says she doesn't know how the gun got into her apartment.
According to her, Abou hasn't been there since the murder.
[scoffs]
She also says that Abou never mentioned Idris Kouri, or made any threats.
[Corinna] Okay.
We already got the father and his staff saying they heard him make threats.
The decisive factor here is the DNA found on the crime scene cigarette
matches Basher's.
The forensics bureau has turned up another lab in Füssen.
They can process the DNA.
And as for the result, I'm pretty optimistic.
I think you can get started on the indictment.
I wanna get this to trial quickly.
The judiciary committee is looking to speed up our court case,
as some gangs need to see we do our jobs quickly and efficiently.
We'd still like to check the playground scene again.
Maybe somebody saw something. Or heard something.
Yeah, do it.
Anything else?
You sure?
- Any news on the car? - Nothing at all. Not a trace.
- Of anything? - No trace of Jürgens' body, or his car.
But in the Kouri case, we have the murder weapon.
No fingerprints on it, and the suspect didn't have gunshot residue.
If the DNA comes back a match,
then there's a similarity to the Herres case.
- Mm-hmm. - Not to your boss, though.
She doesn't see the connection between the cases. She only sees…
- [both] Basher. - [Tom] So…
We need to tell her about Jürgens.
[Tom] No.
No, because she'll know you've been doing some poking around.
You wanted me to keep you out of it. It's better this way.
But what if there's something to Jürgens' theory?
- Evil Russians rebuilding our country? - He was hired to monitor Judge Herres.
Jule, stop. That's nothing but conspiracy bullshit!
This is clearly too big for you now, all right?
What?
[sighs] I'm just saying you've stuck your neck out far enough.
All right?
If you have any more questions, give me a call.
Good-looking guy. Nice teeth.
I don't know if he can count to three, but I'm sure you'll find out.
[policewoman] Okay. Thanks so much.
- So? - [policewoman sighs]
A guy in a hoodie was in the treehouse yesterday.
Looked like a homeless man.
A hoodie, huh?
Murderers almost always return to the scene of the crime.
Okay, then…
Guess you can call it a day.
What? And you're not?
Yeah, I am.
[phone vibrating]
Andergast.
- It's me. Atlas. - [Jule] Atlas…
Did the guy from the other night call you back?
The "guy" was Joachim Jürgens.
Mussa Basher's last visitor, and your old friend.
Huh.
How can I reach this guy?
Can't anymore.
Last night he was murdered.
Before he died, he told me he gave you the photos.
- What photos? - [Jule] Of Judge Herres!
Don't tell me you don't remember that.
He didn't give me any photos.
Why would he lie about that?
- Hello? - Tinka.
[Jule] Tinka called yesterday too.
She wants to see you. She says she's always at the gym until six
and that you'd know where.
- Okay, thanks. - [Jule] Wait.
Those photos… Jürgens was investigating the Herres case.
The one you thought you made a mistake on. And now he's dead.
If you remember anything, I'll be by the river at seven, okay?
[train squeals]
I didn't find Basher's strands of hair.
What?
I was high.
On drugs?
- I'll explain later. - [Jule] Atlas?
[hangs up phone]
[disturbing music playing]
[dog barking in the distance]
- [bell tolling in the distance] - [people chattering indistinctly]
- Tinka! - Dad?
Who was that guy the other night? Did he do anything?
No.
He said he's an old friend of yours. Paul?
- We were gonna surprise you. - He's not my friend.
He wanted me to give you this.
I've got my laptop on me.
[curious music playing]
COURT OF APPEALS
[Tinka clicking on the keyboard]
[Atlas] Zari?
[annoyed] Yeah, Zari.
[clicking on the keyboard]
[Atlas] In Herres' driveway.
Zari is such a slime ball.
I mean, he always was, but…
Now he's totally hitting on Mom.
And she gets off on it.
[Atlas clicking on the keyboard]
I think Mom's hooking up with Zari.
[dark music playing]
[sarcastically] Who cares, huh?
Tinka!
Tinka, wait! Come on, wait!
I tell you about Mom and Zari, and you couldn't give a shit!
That's not true.
But what am I supposed to do? I can't tell her not to.
Hey.
I'm the one who left.
Yeah. You did. You left without telling us anything!
Do you have any idea what that's like?
You used to explain things to me.
Where I'm from, who I am…
Why Grandma can be so nasty sometimes, why I'm so fat…
It was crazy complicated,
but I understood it because you explained it to me!
You don't explain anything anymore, and then you just left.
Explain it to me!
Now!
[rumbling]
[gentle music playing]
I left because…
- It was the day you almost… - The day I almost ran you over, I know.
I remember that.
I'm really sorry.
I… I was totally…
out of it.
You were for a while.
Before that.
[laughs softly]
Yeah, I know.
I… I had…
I'd done something wrong.
I made a mistake. I don't know exactly what it was.
And when you don't know what you did wrong, then you…
It just grows and grows and then becomes overwhelming.
I ran away from it.
I hid.
From… your mistake.
Yeah.
Uh… But now you wanna make things right.
When you find out what you did wrong…
then will you come back home?
I promise.
I'll try.
- Do you even wanna come back home? - [melancholy music playing]
Yeah.
There's nothing I want more, Tinka.
Nothing. Okay?
Come here.
[phone ringing and vibrating]
[grumbles tiredly]
Man…
[both moan affectionately]
[both sigh]
[moans] What time is it?
Time for me to go to work soon.
Breakfast first?
[Adebayo] Mm-hmm.
- Hey. - Mm?
What do you say we move in together?
- What? - You heard me.
You always wanted to.
Yeah, but you didn't.
- Because I didn't give you enough space. - [kiss]
Yeah. Well, I can change my mind.
I mean, I really like you.
Mm-hmm?
- We get along on well. - Yeah.
[laughs]
- And, uh, the sex is good too. - Mm-hmm.
And, um…
we could even think about maybe adopting.
What?
Her name is Lotta, she's two years old, and she doesn't have anybody.
- This is a joke, right? - No, it's not a joke.
No. You and I both work shifts. Hm?
We'll just organize our shifts so that we…
[sighs] Okay, it'll be a little tricky, but my parents made it work.
- And I had a wonderful childhood. - [sighs] Britney…
No, Max… Max.
Just hear me out. You won't have to look after her that much.
- I'll work half-days if I have to. - Huh. As a police officer.
I'll work a desk. Whatever it takes. Interested?
You don't have to worry about taking care of her. I'll do that.
- I need you because… - What?
You can't adopt kids if you're single.
I see.
First off…
- That's not true. Single people can adopt. - Really?
Yeah, my cousin lives by herself, and she had no problem, but…
- [soft music plays] - [sighs] Britney, this is a crazy idea.
Don't you see that?
Look at your life. You think you have room for a child?
I can offer her something.
I know that.
You sure it's not the other way around?
[train rumbling]
How about getting a cat?
Fuck you.
- Yeah. Okay. - Adopt a cat. Listen.
There's a bagel in the fridge. Bye.
[sighs]
[clicks tongue] I've missed you too.
[train rumbling]
[phone vibrating]
INCOMING CALL
[door closes]
[phone continues to vibrate]
[doorbell ringing]
- Good evening. - Good evening. I'm looking for Chiara.
Who are you?
[Jule] Jule Andergast.
DA's office?
I just wanna talk.
It's not about this place.
- [elegant instrumental music playing] - [people chattering indistinctly]
DA's office?
Are you Chiara?
Come with me.
- [motor revving] - [tires screeching]
- [Tom] Is there any other camera angle? - [munching] Mm.
- No, sorry. Wait, but there's another one. - One where you can see the car exiting.
[man] Hold on a second. [clicks on the keyboard] Yeah.
There.
[Tom] Yeah.
That's what I was looking for.
[man] I've also got a camera in the stairway.
Hoodie guy went up that way.
And that was four minutes before the car exited.
Got a better shot of hoodie guy somewhere?
No. The woman from the DA's office asked me the same thing.
What woman was that?
- [man clicks on the keyboard] - [somber music playing]
[man] Her.
[elegant instrumental music playing]
What's this about?
Joachim Jürgens, a private detective,
said that you had hired him to monitor your "husband." So did you?
Yes, that's right.
- Would you like one? - Sure.
Yes, it was weird, but it was a while ago.
Last summer.
Why did you pretend to be Judge Herres' wife?
For a regular. But only because he begged me to.
I think jealousy had something to do with it.
But that's not really a case for the district attorney, is it?
Judge Herres was murdered.
Yes, I read about that. It was the gangs. But what does that have to do with it?
Could you tell me the name of your regular?
I don't know it.
Each of our guests chooses a "Des Amis" name.
- Oh. - He was "Sergei."
- Russian? - No, German.
When does he come here?
The last time I saw him was just before Christmas.
Looks like now he's a regular somewhere else.
Did he ever mention what he did for a living?
Of course he didn't.
[clicks tongue] Okay. Um…
[clicks tongue]
Is he good-looking? Was he shy? What was he interested in?
Anything at all that you can think of.
[door creaking]
[Atlas sighs]
[woman] Have you got my pills, Klaus?
[Atlas] I already told you. I threw them away.
All they do is make you numb and screw around with your head.
And give you diarrhea. How do you know so much about it?
Good question.
[Atlas breathes deeply]
[shouting] Go on, let it out!
Think about that fucking bastard on the balcony,
before he threw the little girl off.
- [Atlas breathes shakily] - [policeman] Go on. Do it.
[laughs]
[Atlas breathes shakily]
[puts gun down]
[eerie note plays]
[mysterious music playing]
[Atlas] Seriously, Zari. I can't take it anymore.
Next time you feel like that, just take one. All right?
Just one.
One at a time.
- One at a time. - You're the one that destroyed me, man.
[woman] Threw them away, huh?
You can keep 'em.
My grandpa.
Look at him, not me.
He used to take pills too.
At Christmas, on my birthday,
even when he took me to the zoo.
[Atlas] Looks like he's hurting.
Did you trim his beard?
- What makes you say that? - [Atlas] The angle from the front.
If you do it by yourself in the mirror, you have to cut from below.
Are you a lawyer, a barber, or what?
[knocking]
Police! Please open the door.
[knocking on door]
[Zaric shouts] Police! Anyone here?
Anyone else in here?
- [moaning from the other side of the door] - Someone's in here.
[shouts] Police! Open up!
[pounding]
[door creaks]
Um, morning. We got a call from some neighbors.
Someone was beaten up and dragged into this building.
There's only one other person who lives in this building. Is that right?
Yes. Mostly empty apartments.
- You live alone? - [woman] Yes.
- May I come in? - No, I'd rather you didn't.
[door creaks]
[closes]
[door bangs]
- Look at the pretty Black girl. - [laughs maliciously]
- [Zaric] Stay clear of the door! - [bangs]
[woman moaning]
Get out, you fucking freaks.
- Police. Stay back. - Oh, she's a pig.
- [man] Oh, wow. - Back off. Hey! [grunts]
- [gun fires nearby] - [man yells]
Get away from the door.
11 Sieger Street, front of the building, ground floor.
- What's going on? - Warning shot.
[Zaric] Drop the crowbar. Put it down.
- Drop it, I said! - [clangs]
My buddy's inside there.
They pepper-sprayed him and dragged him inside the building.
- You saw the whole thing, huh? - [man] We were walking past.
These guys jumped us. We didn't do anything.
[door unlocks, creaks]
That guy there threw a burning torch on to the top floor.
That's where the Syrian family is staying.
What are you talking about, you old bitch?
- [bangs] - [Zaric] Hey! Down!
- [man] Olli! [grunts] - [policeman grunts]
- [Zaric] Down! Get down! Now! - [man] Olli! Olli!
Close the door!
- [man] Olli! Olli! - [sighs]
- [Zaric] Stay down! - [man] Get the fuck off!
- Do you need a doctor? - Get out of my apartment.
- [man 2 pounding on door] Hey! - [policeman] Hands on your head!
Fucking asshole!
- [indistinct screaming] - [extinguishers hissing]
- I need a doctor here, all right? - [men screaming indistinctly]
- [Zaric] Are you insane?! - You have no right to do this.
- [Zaric] Put down your gun! - [policeman] What's wrong?!
- [tattoo needle whirring] - [Olli grunting]
Hi.
You're all out of your minds!
- [Adebayo grunts, groans] - [Olli grunts]
If this had been done to all filthy Nazis after the war,
- Germany would've been a lot better off. - [screams] Germany!
- No, it's called assault! [sighs] - [siren wailing in the background]
- [screams] - Hey, knock it off! That's a cop!
- [Adebayo grunting] - [man] Hey, hey. I'm sorry.
Are you all right? Can I get you some water?
[Zaric] First floor.
Obstructing an official investigation, resisting arrest, and possible arson.
Sounds like fun. Get some sleep.
[officers' footsteps receding]
[policeman] I got some milk at the corner store.
Newspaper, a few pastries… We can have a nice breakfast, pal.
- [man] Hey, spare some change? - [objects clattering]
- [man] It's for the funeral. - [objects clattering]
- [dark music playing] - Want a pastry?
Bless you, my brother.
[Zaric] You stay put, all right?
Got it? You got it?
You stay put.
[Tinka] Zari?
[Atlas] In Herres' driveway.
[woman] Laundry day?
[birds chirping]
[phone vibrating]
[Lenni] Hey, Zari.
Hey.
[breathes deeply, exhales] Listen, I…
It was my fault, I, um…
I'm sorry. I…
I mean, I'm not sorry, because it was…
Because it was great,
but I…
[sighs] It's all good.
Won't happen again.
- It's just… It's about Atlas. - Okay.
[Zaric] If we want to get him the help he needs…
Maybe that thing with Tinka the other night…
What if we said it was him pulling off some crazy attempt to…
To get your attention?
[inhales]
I don't think that's a good idea.
Have you got a better one?
- "Hurting"? - [Atlas] Huh?
You said my grandfather looked like he was hurting.
His smile.
It just looked forced.
[water trickling]
His wife left him, and his daughter bit the dust when I was born.
Your mother?
Yeah, but he didn't resent me for it. I mean… [sighs]
Not me, at least.
Just life, and the rest of the world.
Life hurt him.
He didn't last much longer.
[water trickling]
Then youth services were able to find my father.
Two weeks later, that asshole gets into bed with me,
stark naked.
- [water trickling] - [brush scrubbing]
I hope his balls are still black and blue to this day.
- [water splashes] - [breathes angrily]
No one can hurt me now.
[brush scrubbing]
[water trickling]
So what's the big occasion?
[sighs] An important one.
[energizing electronic music playing]
- [music fading] - [shovel tapping]
[gentle music playing]
[panting]
[sniffles, swallows]
Hello.
We need to talk.
- I'll call you tonight. - No, now.
[signs] I have a meeting in a few minutes. I can't be late. Okay?
I wouldn't worry about that. You always come early…
Sergei.
My university classmates, Gernot Bickel and Martin Herres,
were both up for Chief Judge.
Herres and I… [sighs]
…never really got along.
Gernot would have taken me with him. To the appeals court.
So you were hoping to dig up dirt on Herres,
and hired a private investigator.
[colleague] Yes. For the office of Chief Judge,
any slight transgressions can alter their decisions greatly.
And what did you do with the photos Chiara handed over to you?
Deleted them. There was nothing useful on them.
Look, I'm not proud of what I did, but…
I'm pushing 50, and I'm still in district court.
I needed to make a move, or I'd just rot here.
You can understand that.
Yes, I understand.
Yes, of course I understand.
I guess that's why you haven't been to the Club des Amis since Christmas.
You had me for that.
Oh, come on, please. You know that's not true, Jule.
[Jule] I have to tell you, Ulf. It has always felt pretty gross to me.
It was gross.
[Ulf] Come on. Don't do this.
I admit I screwed up.
But if we're being honest here, neither one of us thought
that this would amount to anything more than a Christmas party fling.
But look where we've come.
I really care about you.
I'll divorce Vera, but I'm gonna need some time.
[laughs]
Is this some kind of game for you, or what?
If you ever call me again,
I'll tell your wife everything.
[pensive music playing]
[paper rustling]
[eerie music playing]
[keypad tapping]
You were right.
About what?
[Jule] Jürgens' big Russian conspiracy theory doesn't add up.
[Tom] What do you mean?
He was hired by a district court judge to dig up dirt on Herres
leading up to the election for Chief Judge of the Appeals Court.
- That's all. - Okay. Are you at the office?
I'm sorry for what I said the other day. I just wanted to… I meant…
[Jule] It's not that it was too big for me. It was just too gross.
I'm out.
[Tom] Jule, I…
- Ju... - [phone clicks]
[birds squawking]
[Atlas] Mrs. Herres?
Hello?
[Atlas] Hello.
I'm Mike Atlas.
- Atlas? - [Atlas] I was with the police.
I testified against Mussa Basher in court at the time.
The one with the eagle eyes.
What can I do for you?
I have something I need to show you.
[clicks on the keyboard] Do you know this guy?
He was here once.
In the driveway. Do you know what he wanted from your husband?
No. Who took these photos?
[Atlas clicks on the keyboard]
Do you have any idea what this logo is?
That's from the Benedictus homeless charity.
Homeless?
My husband was a supporting member. Why is that important?
Because Mussa Basher didn't kill your husband.
- [Mrs. Herres] What? - He had an alibi.
He couldn't have been in the driveway at the time of the shooting.
Excuse me?
But he was convicted and… And you…
You were the one who found the evidence in the driveway.
Yes, but I couldn't have. It…
- I was on drugs that evening. - [Mrs. Herres] Drugs?
[Atlas sighs]
This man in the picture is with the police.
He's talking to your husband in the driveway.
What reason did he have being at a judge's home?
But you're here in my home, Mr. Atlas.
Because something went terribly wrong in the investigation.
[Mrs. Herres] Don't take this the wrong way, but…
Could something be going wrong with you right now?
[inhales]
- I know it all sounds very confusing, but… - Yes.
…I absolutely need to know what's in this document.
Please.
It's really important I know.
[mysterious music playing]
[Mrs. Herres] Here…
Here are all the case binders for the Benedictus charity.
- [Atlas] May I? - Mm-hmm.
Are you going to read all of them?
If that's okay.
I won't take anything or mix anything up.
[Mrs. Herres] Okay.
Mm.
Thank you.
Sure.
[mysterious music continues]
[phone vibrating]
[beeps]
- [Zaric] Yeah? - The good news first.
Your promotion to Detective has gone through. Congratulations.
And the bad news?
[policeman] I need you. A call just came in.
[seagulls squawking]
Would you like some more?
No, thanks.
The document I'm looking for isn't here.
Can you possibly think of another place he may have kept it?
[blows out] Well…
There's this box over here.
It has everything that was on his desk at the time.
[Atlas reads] "Dear Mr. Herres, despite your commitment,
to date, no official proceedings have been launched in the Polyphemus case.
As we explained in our conversation of March the fourth,
a witness statement contradicts the location where the body was found."
- [breathes out] - [paper rustles]
[eerie music playing]
[Zaric] Atlas.
- This is Doctor Berners. - [sighs]
We know each other. Is it all right if I have a few words with you?
- No, thanks. - Atlas.
- Come with us. - What for?
- You're trespassing here, man. - Mrs. Herres let me in.
And this?
[scoffs]
[scoffs] I took it away from someone.
You show up here, making all kinds of stories, upsetting people.
Now the gun. How many ponnies did you take?
- I gave that up a while ago. - Then what is this? Huh?
[sighs]
He was the one who started me on those.
[Zaric] Atlas, come with us.
No, thanks.
What happened with Herres?
It was you.
You're really not well.
So why did you meet with him right here on the driveway?
I was helping you.
- Listen to me. He was on to you. - What are you saying?
Me? What do I have to do with it?
- You don't remember it? - [Atlas] What?
What's the Polyphemus case?
- You really don't remember. - Just tell me what happened!
- [Dr. Berners] Hey, hey! [grunts] - [grunts]
[Atlas grunting] What did I do, huh? What did I do?
- [EMT] Relax! - [yells] What did I do?!
[yells] What did I do?
[grunting]
[yells] What did I do?
- [EMT] Come on! - What did I do?
[echoes]
[pensive music playing]
- [man] Watch out! - [people screaming]
[Atlas] What did I do?!
[music swells]
[electronic music playing]