Abgeschnitten (2018) - full transcript

As many of you
already know,

the hospital was heavily
damaged by the storm.

The roof almost blew off.

We had to cut back on power.

Which means we are unable
to ensure

any medical care
at the moment.

We should listen to
the Coast Guard warnings

and leave the island early
tomorrow morning.

[SAVE YOURSELVES!] They have
a ship docked and waiting.

After that we're cut off
from the rest of the world

for at least
a couple of days.



♪ I can feel right now,
I can feel right now ♪

♪ When you come
and give me a knife ♪

Yo!

I'm Tom
and doofus here is Klaus.

Hello Tom,
hello doofus.

Sorry guys,
but I gotta work.

Yeah. We thought
you might need a break

and that we'd buy you
a drink or two.

It's like this, man:

If you look around there
aren't that many of 'em here.

- Tourists?
- No! Not tourists.

Hot babes, there aren't many
hot babes here.

Oh, got it.

Thanks for the update.



- What is it?
- Sorry guys, but uh...

Why don't you guys
go back to your corner

and practice
a little more, yeah?

- Yo?
- Jesus fuck, Clemens! He has my number.

- Danny's got my new number.
- Sure about that?

He just texted me,
the fucker.

Fuck!

OK. It sucks, Linda.
I'm sorry.

How come he can find me!
Fuck!

Just chill for a second.

It doesn't mean he knows
where you are.

How are you
supposed to know that?

He managed to find
my number.

- Wait a minute. Can he trace this call
- Linda, cut it out!

- on my phone?
- No he can't.

We turned geolocation off.

Not gonna happen.
Danny ain't the friggen NSA.

Whatever.
I need a new SIM card.

Can you send me one?

Maybe it's time for you
to come home and deal with this.

Cause your lawyer's like, if
you're not willing to testify,

nothing's gonna happen.

You been talking with my
lawyer?

Without me?

- You fuckin' lost Danny...
- No, we got him covered 24/7.

He's at home, I got two guys
parked across the street.

Listen up, little sis.

You been on that island
for three weeks now.

How long do plan
on being there?

No idea, Clemens.
Just ask fuckin' Danny.

Fuck!

How did she take
the news?

I didn't tell her,
sounded like she was panicking

Yo, G, I swear to God,
I have no idea

how this asshole
managed to lose me.

No fuckin' idea.

We're gonna find him.

And then we'll make spaghetti
of his fuckin' brain.

Danny is far far away.
He won't be able to find you.

Even if he did,
he can't get here.

You're on an island

in the middle
of a hurricane.

Linda!

Linda!

Linda.

Linda.

Hello!
Come on, that was a joke!

Hey, where are you?
Don't be afraid!

Hello!

It was a fuckin' joke!

Hello!

Dude!
She took a pretty big fall!

How was I to know she was
gonna go all stunt-bitch on us?

What's her fucking problem?

So what're we gonna do?

Let's get out of here.

No one knows
we're here anyway!

What if she got injured
or something?

She didn't. You saw her,
she ran away.

Stop being a fuckin' idiot
and leave her shit here!

My client has already
acknowledged

that he tripped over a dog.

He tripped?
That's good.

He was kicking the dog with
steel-toed construction boots.

Was it your dog,
Professor Herzfeld?

How is that relevant,
if it was my dog?

Can you instruct your client
that he is required by law

to answer my questions.

Yes, it was quite obviously
not my dog.

Apparently the owner
was shopping.

Were you angry,
Mr. Herzfeld?

- This dog was gestating.
- No.

The report from the vet states
it was overweight.

Fat, not pregnant.

If my client conjectured
that said dog is pregnant,

such a conclusion
was certainly warranted.

Were you infuriated
about something?

Why are we talking about me,
for crying out loud?

He kicked a pregnant dog
in the stomach! Okay?

If you wouldn't mind
standing up for a second.

Please, just get up
for a second.

You too.

Professor?

Do you truly believe that
you could beat my client

in a fight between
the two of you?

Probably not in
every eventuality, no.

But in this dispute?

Wasn't it more likely that
my client was surprised

- by your sudden attack?
- No! That's not the case.

What happened on this
morning, Professor Herzfeld?

What made you so angry
that you felt vindicated

breaking my clients nose,
six ribs...

This man kicked a pregnant,
defenseless dog in the stomach

and he didn't just stumble,

cause before that he yelled
"out of my way".

Your Honor, forgive me,
I am trying to shine a light

on the situation
leading up to this dispute.

What happened
previously, professor?

Tell us.

But going skiing is about the
only thing we still do together.

It's like a tradition.

On top of that
I already booked us a cabin.

So like, you can
bring your girlfriend.

I don't have a girlfriend.

Wait a minute, this is
right out of left field,

is this your mother
talking to you or what?

Yo, well, whatever.

Mom is flying to Australia
with Norman

and I finally got the
apartment for me alone.

Chrissi and Lena
are gonna move in

and we're gonna study
for our finals.

Cause it's like...
Skiing, really?

Hannah, we haven't seen
since September it feels like.

At Christmas
you didn't show up.

Time is speeding by
and I just have the feeling...

I have no idea
what's going on with you.

What do you wanna know?

What's going on in school?
Did you pass your driving test?

Have you met a boy?

Mhh, it's cool, it's cool,
and... not really, no.

- Hannah? What's going on?
- What do mean by that?

Our conversations
never exceed

the realm of small talk
for years now.

You don't know your daughter?

Maybe you shouldn't have
left us years ago, Papa!

There was another...
One of these days...

Dad, big friggin' dad!

One of these days you'll tell me
your side of the story

and we'll hug and kiss,
and live happily ever after.

I'm mega-busy
with my finals.

Thanks for breakfast.

Hannah, just wait a minute
please, will you?

Hannah!

Would you like the bill,
sir?

Help yourself.

Hannah?

Hannah!

Shut the fuck up!

- Hey, you fucking asshole!
- What you sayin', faggot?

- Mr. Herzfeld?
- Ehm, the answer is no.

No, I was not furious.
I was in a very good mood.

Sorry for calling,

but if there ever was a case
for the boss, this one's it.

No problem.

My appointment
was a waste of time.

What do we know
about the corpse?

Female. It was found in
a park along the river.

In a moving box.

A homeless person found it,
who described it really well,

and I quote:

- "Looks like someone sucked the air out of her head."
- Mm-hmm.

I know what he means.

Do we still have
the moving boxes?

It's still over
at forensics.

Thank you.

The deceased is
a Caucasian woman

with an approximate age
of between 50 and 60.

Parallels between
the ambient temperature

where the body was found
and the rectal temperature

as well as the manifestation
of rigor mortis

indicate that the time of death
was a maximum of 48 hours

but maybe as little
as 36 hours ago.

Both of the rexar
as well as the mandibular

were seemingly separated
after the cutis

and the subcutaneous
tissue were detached

evidently with
a coarse-toothed saw.

Both hands were cut by force
from the lower arms

in all probability to hide
the identity.

Yup, I have to
hand it to them.

Someone knew exactly
what they were doing here.

What's the reading on the CT?

It says foreign object
in the cranium.

Wouldn't be the first bullet
to the head this week.

That's not a bullet.

Lack of blood aspiration
in windpipes and lungs.

The external injuries
are post-mortal.

Well that's something.

Just imagine that
she was still alive.

Can we please do
the stomach content?

Oh, I'm too late!

Really sorry about that.

And you are?

Ingolf von Appen.

An honor,
Professor Herzfeld,

that I can meet you
personally.

Thank you for allowing me
to be a guest student

on these premises
to observe you.

I'm really honored.

Don't bother thanking me.

You seem to have friends
in high places.

It's seldom the president
of the federal police call

to recommend
a guest students.

The stomach has
140 milliliter gray-whitish...

comma, with a milky appearance,
comma, mealy, fluid content

with sharp acidic odor.

- Oh yeah!
- Are you doing okay young guy?

Uh, oh yeah 'course.
It's all cool.

- I'm astounded that there's no like music here, err, whatever.
- Music?

Yeah, music.

Stomach content is gonna
have to be analyzed.

Likewise these crumbed
elements here

by the opening
of the small bowel.

But let's first take
a brief look

at the cranium together,
please.

What uh... actually
happened to this woman?

Whoops!
I'm really sorry about that.

Stop!

Please don't touch
your face with them.

Whatever this woman
has could be contagious.

Oh, right. Of course.

You know what? I know
how you can help us, huh?

Yeah, I'd love to.

Then why don't you
do me a favor,

- and bring me a cardio-version device.
- An uh?

Exactly. Why don't you
go down to the first floor

and ask for Dr. Strohm?

He knows exactly what
I'll be needing.

- OK. A cardio-version device.
- Exactly.

Tell him we need it
for the cadaver here.

Cardio-version device.
First floor...

And right away,
otherwise it'll be too late!

- Yes, cardio-version...
- Gloves off!

Wash your hands!

Wash your hands!

Let's get back to work

as long as the idiot
is out of the room.

Not a projectile,
more like a capsule.

Post-mortem CT
in forensic medicine

has the advantage that
even before you make

the first incision
with a scalpel

you already know
what to expect.

This includes not only cadavers,
in which...

Dr. Strohm!
Dr. Strohm!

Pardon my interruption,
but Prof. Herzfeld sent me.

He'll be needing
a cardio-version device.

- Herzfeld? A cardio-version device?
- Yes!

He has a cadaver
on his table.

- It's urgent.
- I don't know, who you are

and what you're
up to right now,

but I can assure you:

anybody on
Prof. Herzfeld's table

won't be requiring
a defibrillator anymore.

- Do you need any help?
- No, thank you.

Keep working on
the abdominal organs, okay?

I'll be right there.

I'll be right back.

There's no way in Christ's...

Shit!

Dad, please help me!
Please!

I'm gonna die, dad!

He's gonna kill me,

if you don't do
what he says!

He's controlling you
every step of the way.

He said, just the way
you got this message

better make you think.

You know all the cops, dad,
I know,

but you are not allowed
to talk to anyone!

Do you understand?

Wait for Erik!

He'll tell you
what to do next!

You can't tell anyone,
otherwise he'll kill me!

Fuck!

Professor Herzfeld?

Are you in here?

- Yes.
- Everything okay?

Yeah... No.

I'm coming down with something,
I don't know.

Ah-ha.
Can I help at all?

Should I call a doctor?

No, no get back to work.

I'll be right there,
I need a moment.

Okay. Err...

Did you open up the capsule?

Yeah.

Nothing.
The capsule was empty.

Okay.

Hm... Okay.

Please, not again.

Can't we at least...

Please, I have condoms
in my bag, front pocket.

No, no!
Please! No!

But of course,
safe sex you little whore.

Shit!

You know all the cops,

but you are not allowed
to talk to anyone!

Do you understand?

Wait for Erik!

He'll tell you
what to do next!

[INSTRUCTIONS!!!] You can't tell
anyone, or he'll kill me!

Hi, Penny!
Tell me...

Have you been in touch
with Hannah at all?

Hey, now's
not a good time.

It's almost seven
here in Sydney

and we're about to go
to the opera...

- It's really kind of...
- Yeah, I heard about skiing and all,

if that's what it's about.

[PROFESSIONAL? RANSOM?]
What am I supposed to do?

You reap what you sow.

Sorry... that wasn't fair.

Let up on her,
she's a teenager...

Have a good time
at the opera

and say hi to Norman, yeah?
See you.

REVENGE

Hello, Erik?

Erik, say something.

Just tell me
what you are looking for

and I will take care of it.
No police.

The Feds haven't been informed
and won't be at any point.

I just want my
daughter back.

Erik, tell me what you want
and you'll get it,

I'll make sure of that.

Listen, you fucking dickhead,

if you so much as
touch my daughter,

I don't care what it was,
I'll massacre your fuckin ass!

I will find you! I have
resources at my disposal

and I'll kill you,
you son of...

Hello?

Shit!
You fucking idiot!

Erik?

Listen up, I'm really sorry.

Just tell me what you want,
and you'll get it.

Erik is dead.

He's lying here, dead,
on a beach in Heligoland.

Who am I talking to?

Linda. I was just walking
by on the beach.

Shut the fuck up!

Cause I can see
you're lovin' it.

You're having fun, right?!

You're lovin' it!

What I'm sayin'!
I don't like that!

Women have to be chaste!

And if they're not
born like that,

then we have to
give 'em a hand.

I'm not quite sure,
how best to cut...

Did you know that 97%
of all women in Somalia

are circumcised?

97%.
Almost all of them.

My question is,
do I cut off your clitoris?

Or your pussy lips?

Whatta you think?
97%...

So I'm gonna
step outside now.

Use your time wisely.

Cause when I come back,

you know what's
gonna happen then.

Do you really work
for the police?

More or less,
I'm a forensic medical expert.

Am I screwed now,
cause I answered the telephone?

No, don't worry.
Where are the local police?

They have no idea.
I didn't have a phone with me

and we're in a storm
and nothings working.

- I was gonna walk in to town and let them know.
- No, no!

Don't do that,
there's no need for that.

I beg you, seriously, Linda.
Do not go to the police.

What?
And how come?

My daughter's life
depends on it.

I can imagine how
absolutely preposterous...

It's way out there,
but I...

The only option I have
is to beg you...

Okay.
That's not that out there.

- The police don't help you anyway.
- Now listen up.

You have to promise me
something.

- I want you to wait for me. I am on my way.
- Forget about it.

There's a hurricane
approaching.

Not even the Coast Guard
is on the water.

Any connections to the island
have been severed.

I'll get there somehow.

What are you,
a fuckin' superhero?

Or what's your plan?

Do you need a ride,
Professor Herzfeld?

How come you're still here?

Your colleagues implied
I'd better quit my internship.

And I get it,
I screwed that up.

But I could make it up to you
by driving you home.

No, don't worry about it!
I got a taxi coming!

Linda, have you gone
through his stuff yet?

No!

The message from Hannah
didn't say,

"Erik will get in touch"
or "Erik will give information."

It said "wait for Erik,

he'll have further
directions for you."

Do you understand?

The first direction was on
my autopsy table

this morning in the corpse

- and now there's another dead person...
- Aw, just come on.

Who knows when a taxi will
come with weather like this?

- ...you know, so it's a kind of...
- Scavenger hunt.

- With corpses.
- Exactly.

And somewhere
attached to Erik.

The next clue has gotta be
there with the next direction,

that will lead me to Hannah,
do you understand?

Do you think you're up to
inspecting the body?

Uh...

Okay.
I'm on it.

Oh, come on.

How difficult are you gonna
make it for me to apologize?

- All I want is to say I'm sorry.
- Professor?

This is the last time
I'm doing this crap.

This was by far the most icky,

repulsive thing I've ever done
my whole life.

And what a load of shit.
He's got nothing.

No key, no briefcase,
not even a pack of gum.

Just this stupid cell phone.

Linda, call the clinic
on the island

and get in touch with
a certain Ender Müller,

about the corpse you found.

Don't talk to anyone but him,
otherwise it's on record.

- Who the hell is Ender Müller?
- Custodian in the building.

How come that
doesn't surprise me.

More likely an indication
that the person

behind this knows me well.

I'll give Ender a call and let
him know you're coming.

Don't talk with anyone
until I get there.

Till you get here?

Haven't you been listening?

Hurricane Anna is playing
Housepiñata and winning!

The roof of the frickin' clinic
blew off a few hours ago!

I don't think
I'll be reaching anyone!

- How long is this supposed to go on?
- Probably three days at least!

The waves are
who knows how high!

Not even Moses
would make it here.

- We are totally cut off!
- Alright.

I'll be there.

So?

Where would you like me
to bring you?

Heligoland.

Up front!
Move it up!

Bad goal!
Bad goal!

How come men never
get cellulitis?

Cause it
looks like shit?

- Have I told that one already?
- No, not today, Ender.

Yo?

Hey, Professor!

So what gives me
the pleasure, huh?

- Hey!
- Oh Jesus Christ.

Yeah, no, no.
Sorry about that.

The cops are all
on the mainland.

- Yeah, the doctors too.
- Yo, Christmas is coming!

Ender Müller?

Well, she's proactive!

God knows what my parents
were thinkin'.

Anyway, Ender,
that's my name.

I said "Ma, I wanna be
at the beginning,"

and she said
"End o' this discussion."

- Good, huh?
- Hey! It's 9 to 3!

Let's call it a tie.

Know why men
never get cellulitis?

Ugh.
Cause it looks like shit.

What the fuck?

How come everyone knows
that one already?

Right.

Brr!
Where did you meet Herzfeld?

Every year people
jump from the cliffs,

and if there's ever
cause for suspicion,

Paul comes around
and does an autopsy.

Good guy!

Uhh!

Yo, Paul's
probably right.

We don't want to make
a big deal outta this.

Not that people start
freakin' out and all

considering you can't get off
the island at the moment.

Alright then.
Berlin Central, please.

Ugh!

I hope this crappy weather is
really over in three days, huh?

I got something important
on the mainland.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, I got a recall for GGT.

Germany's Got Talent.
The TV show.

I'm not into "janitor"
written on my gravestone.

I've got a calling!

- And what are your talents?
- I do stand-up.

But got my own concept.
Body Comedy.

Like, "Bomedy."

- So like acrobatics?
- No, not stupid stuff.

I'm naked in front
of the jury,

show off a bit
with my hunkbucket,

tell a couple jokes.

But don't worry,

cause I do not unpack
my biggest muscle.

Hm, what a pity.

Wanna hear a good one?

Neighbors upstairs just moved
outta their basement apartment.

Pow! Get it?

Cause there ain't nothin'
under a basement apartment.

Yo, Sana-clinik, Ender Müller.
Who is speeding?

Hey, Paul! No, it's forwarded
to the land line.

No cell connection here
in the basement.

What? Yeah, no.

Yeah, we're doing A-OK!
Don't worry about it.

The world's coming
to an end out there

and no one's out
and about.

I could have brought the corpse
on a white elephant

and no one
would've snatched it.

What?
No way, Paul!

No!
No fuckin way!

Yeah, no, I don't care how
friggin important it is, Paul!

You said bring the corpse down
to the pathology department

and then we're cool.

Corpse here, we're cool!

Huh?
Paul, Paul,

I'm shittn' myself just standing
here in pathology, get it?

I would love to help you,
but I can't.

Not gonna happen.
Got it?

Huh?
I'll start barfin' is why!

What am I supposed to do?
I won't be able to help you.

What?

- Linda, what's your job?
- I sketch.

She's a painter.
Walls or portraits?

- Comics!
- Cartoons.

So that means you're dextrous
with your fingers.

That right?

Linda, listen up,
you were right.

It's gonna take a while
for me to get to the island

and I have to ask you
a big favor for me.

What?

You...

I'm gonna need you to conduct
an autopsy for me.

- Are you trying to make a joke?
- No.

A little while ago
it was a joke, maybe,

but now I mean it.
Seriously.

Lay the corpse down with the
feet pointing towards the sink.

The small table next to the
portable tray with the sink.

Right next to the shower head.
See it?

- No fucking way!
- Make sure you put on gloves.

Thick, ideally ones
that are nubbed.

And try and find
a rubber apron.

Ender knows
where all these are.

Tell him you need two stable
knives, but not a scalpel.

The blades break too easily
and you can get hurt

if you're not used to them.

You're also gonna need
large tweezers

- and scissors to cut open his clothes.
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Hold on a sec, Professor!
Have you lost your mind?

Yes, it's possible
I've lost my mind.

The first corpse
this morning...

And then what I found,
the message,

my daughter calling for help.

It was in the calvarium,

the head of a corpse,
do you understand?

The message was not
at the corpse,

it was inside of it.

So you're asking that I cut
the man open

and root about for hidden
messages inside of him?

Linda,
I know I am asking a lot

but I'm running out of time!
Hannah is...

So, like your daughter?

Hannah is in a bad situation

but wouldn't it be better
to get professional help?

This is not only
about Hannah.

I don't know who's
behind this

but they've already committed
at least two murders.

Which means we're dealing with
a serial murderer.

And what if the murderer
is still on the island

and planning
to kill more people?

Linda, I like you
and I'm aware of the fact

that I have no right
to demand this of you.

I can only plead with you.

- Linda, please.
- I'm a vegetarian.

I can't even slice a steak
in two halves

and now you're
asking me to...

- I promise you, you won't have to eat that man on the table.
- Ha, ha.

I'll walk you through it
step by step.

You...
Hello?

Shit!

Fuck!

- Hey, intern!
- Ingolf!

- Yeah, whatever.
- Hey, you're still here!

Yeah, the trains
aren't running...

- Hey dickhead, get your BMW out of the way!
- BMW? You've no idea!

This is a top
of the class Mercedes

with 610 horse power!

Then turn'em
the fuck on! Your horsepower.

- You're blocking the exit!
- Yeah, yeah...

So, err,
I'm not curious,

but all that stuff
I just heard...

You're not some
sick person now, are you?

- No, no.
- Hey, asshole...

So this thing.
This story from Heligoland...

- is pretty significant?
- Life and death significant! Got it? Life and death.

- Hey!
- Everything's cool!

- Err, we're leaving in a second.
- A second?

What are you, a smartass?

- I'll smack you upside your head in a second!
- Just calm down.

Um, I'd like to suggest
we get some supplies

and warm blankets,
because in this weather

getting stuck in traffic
can be unpleasant.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Can we start now
with the external examination?

He keeps saying "we."

But I'm pretty much
alone here

and I am only gonna
examine him from the outside.

What I have here is something
totally normal, right?

No reason to freak out.

Exactly right.

150,000 people die
every day.

That is two per second,

to the tune of around
56 million per year.

Seems like there are more
people dead than alive,

if you think about it.

Yes, correct.
We assume nowadays

that over 100 billion Homo
Sapiens have already expired.

And nevertheless
I've got my first corpse

in front of me.

How come we spend so little
time thinking about death.

Why is that?

I can't answer that.

But if you're gonna go
through with this Linda,

you gotta start now, yeah?

Oh, it's disgusting!

I don't remember him
stinking like that!

Linda, please describe
exactly, what you are seeing.

- At the moment I can only smell.
- Yeah, I know.

Only corpses
stink like corpses.

I don't know if it makes
you feel better,

but you never
get used to it.

- Don't feel better.
- What do you see?

Ugh.
He looks kinda unreal.

Like made of wax.

He's big. Six two.
Maybe 220 pounds.

Toenails haven't been cut.

He's just wearing
a t-shirt and jeans.

The word "Erik"
is written on his shirt,

probably with a magic marker.

His head's uh...

His eyes are closed,
God help me.

Mouth is open slightly.

Teeth are yellow,
like he smoked.

Okay, Put him on
the autopsy table.

No, sorry about that,
Paul, I told you...

I don't give a shit,
Ender!

You're gonna do this now!

Since when did you become
such a wimp, huh?

I'm sorry.

Listen, you're gonna have to
pull him on his right arm

to the left,
from the stretcher

onto the autopsy table.

Out of the body bag.

And you're gonna have to be
careful with his skin,

in case he was exposed
to moisture.

This is fuckin' gross,
man!

Wha! Ugh!

Now what?

Now remove the shirt
and pants.

What? No!
No fuckin' way.

- I'm drawing a line here.
- Linda, we already talked about this.

The corpse
has to be stripped.

You and me talked about it,
Professor?

You must be crazy!

What I expressed was, I'll
examine it from the outside.

How will you examine the body,
if it is still dressed, huh?

If the man was injured,

then how are you going
to know what happened?

Fuck!

Fuuuck!

Uh, here's something.
Hangin' around his neck.

- A chain, with a key on it.
- What kind of a key?

Like a normal one.

No writing,
no number, nothing.

Is that the clue?
The key?

Perhaps. Hard to believe
though, that'd be too easy.

Uh-uh. Any marks
or distinguishing blemishes

you can see?

No, no piercings
or shit like that.

He has a scar
under his left nipple.

Like from being vaccinated.

What does the pubic
area look like?

Err, pubic area is fab,
it's all A-OK.

I'm thinking we can
wrap this up.

Linda?

Linda?!

Ugh!

Dude shit in his pants
before he kicked the bucket.

Yeah, that's normal,
unfortunately.

Get some scissors,
it'll make it easier.

So...

The corpse is now laying
here naked. It's all...

...normal.

There's nothing conspicuous?

Now that you mention it,

his penis looks like
a swastika.

No, all normal,
what I've been telling you!

Otherwise I would've
said something, right?

Linda, I'm aware
you're stressed out.

You have no
motherfucking idea!

His legs,
did you spread them out?

Yeah, a little.
How come that's important?

Cause you're...

gonna have to inspect
his rectum.

No. No. No!

Linda, calm down.

At this moment I just need
a superficial look.

Spread his legs
as wide as possible

and try and take a look.

Linda?

- Nah.
- No what?

No objects up his fuckin'
asshole, okay?

Good, that should be enough
for now. Thank you.

You're welcome!

Now take the tweezers

- and use them to twist up the eyelids.
- Oh man...

Do I have to? I Feel like
I'm fuckin' Frankenstein.

Punctuated hemorrhaging
in the conjunctiva

could be a sign of
violent strangulation.

There is no other way
to check for this.

So please,
take a close look!

No pain here.

Corpses feel no pain.

Yeah, there are like
dark red spots

on the inside
of the eyelids,

like speckles
on a pigeon egg.

Any visible injuries
on his throat?

Yeah, maybe, like an abrasion.

Like something was
pressed up against his neck.

Five or six centimeters long,
and one in width.

Like he was strangled maybe.

So what does that mean?

Let's move up to bis head.

Then what?

Listen Professor,
I somehow have the feeling

you wanna move from the
external to internal autopsy

supposing I'm not even
going to notice.

I'm not gonna be cutting
this dude up,

can you comprehend
that at least?

You may not have to do
any of this.

Let's go step by step.

Now, please open up
the mouth.

Does it help that
the guy's got dentures?

Take 'em out.

Ugh!

Ugh!

This is fuckin' weird.

- What do you see?
- OK. OK, I'm outta here!

- Is the joint that connects the jaw missing?
- No.

It's like someone's cut out
his tongue.

Is the missing tongue the
clue you've been looking for?

Can you identify blood
in the mouth cavity?

A little bit.

That means the tongue
wasn't dissevered

until after the body was dead.
Makes no sense at all.

Yeah, as if anything
we're doing made sense!

Maybe not for you,
but for the culprit.

And, what he assumes,
for me as well.

Look down his throat.

Way down!

I don't see anything.

But I also don't have
X-ray vision.

- A flash-light, maybe?
- Yeah, wait a minute.

- Ugh! Yeah, there's something in there.
- What?

No idea. Looks a bit
plastic-yellowish.

Try and pull it out.

Doesn't work.

The tweezers are sliding off.
It's too slippery.

I keep pushing it in
more and more.

You're absolutely right.
Leave it alone for now.

Really good idea.

Okay, good.
When are you gonna be here?

I wasn't implying...
That's not what I meant.

Linda, you err...

Your gonna have to cut
his throat open.

Linda? Hello?

Linda?!

Jesus, Fuck!

You dumbass.

Fuck!

Fuck...

You're mine!

Ender?

Now I got you!

- Yeah?
- Please, listen closely.

The yellow object.

That's why we're doing
all of this.

That's where the clue is.
Then your job is finished.

- Only one cut.
- It's a human being!

You can't expect that of me
and you know it!

Or are you so deformed
by your morbid job?

You want me to cut open
a human being?

What I want to do
as of this morning

is just a vague recollection.

What I want to do is no longer
a factor in my life!

The only thing that counts is
what I'm compelled to do,

cause God dammit,
I have no other fucking option!

I'm sorry about that.

I'm sorry.

Do you have children?
No, I'm 24.

Uh-hm.

- Do you want kids, someday?
- Yeah.

But not yet.

I draw comics.
I'm still a kid myself.

My daughter's 17.
She's...

She's fond of comics,
as far as I can tell.

That's really manipulative.

Emotionally.
That's a pretty shitty move.

You're a pretty big asshole,
if you put it all together.

You know Linda,
if I have to accept the fact

that you're calling me
an asshole,

then we can be friends,
right?

Linda?
Linda, what's going on?

Err... Everything's fine.
It's cool, it's cool.

- I thought I just saw Danny.
- Danny?

- My ex.
- Your ex is on Heligoland?

There's no way
he can be here, but...

Err, and he's a problem?

Not a,
he's the problem.

He hurt me.

Badly.

And then he acquired
a taste for it.

So he's following you?
A stalker.

What a pleasant,
practical word.

Stalker.

But it doesn't capture that
sense of being so defenseless.

To violence.

To your body
and in your head.

Or that he is wherever I am
regardless of time.

- Even if he's not there.
- I'm really sorry to hear that.

Me too.

By the way, I'll do it.

- I'm sorry?
- I'll cut the guy up.

In the past few hours
I wasn't thinking about Danny

at all for the first time
in who knows.

And I wasn't afraid.

Nausea, yeah,
but I wasn't afraid.

Linda, that's... that's...

Thank you.
Thank you.

You can thank me later,
Paul.

Thanks.
Professor Herzfeld,

considering that I'm
driving you around...

during the end
of the world here...

Might I get another chance
to participate in an autopsy?

You're totally unfit for that.

Hello? Linda?

Is this actually legal
what we're about to do?

Can any old amateur
go and cut up some old lady?

No, that's desecration
of a corpse.

Desecration? Wow!

Yeah.
But I'm allowed to do this.

And you are in end effect
an extension of me.

I take full responsibility!

Now listen closely.

You place the knife on
the underside of the chin.

You press deeply
into the flesh

and you make a cut straight
down to the sternum.

- I can see the muscles.
- Good. This is very good.

Now I want you to place
the knife once again

at the point of the chin.

Go to the right and left
parallel to both lower jaws.

I'm on it.

- And now it's done.
- Very good.

You're gonna need
both hands for the next step,

one for the knife,
the other for the tweezers.

Draw the skin away

and undermine the fat tissue
with the blade.

What does that mean?

Yeah, Undermine means
you pull the skin up

and detach the fat tissue
underneath

with horizontal incisions.

It's similar to...
like cutting a filet mignon.

Just don't compare this
to food, please.

You're right.
Sorry.

Seems to have a piece
of meat in his throat.

That's the base
of the tongue.

- The stump you can probably just, err..
- Amputate?

Amputate. Exactly.

- Done!
- Good.

Now with the tip of the knife,
you can cut open the larynx

and then pull out
the gristle in there.

Like with a shrimp.

- Paul! Can you avoid food?
- Eh, yeah.

Ahh...

Man! Ender!
What the fuck?!

Linda?

Sorry, I didn't know
it was gonna be this loud.

I thought music might relax
everything a little bit.

Put a lid on it!

How am I supposed to
talk on the telephone?

Linda!

- What's going on?
- Wait a minute.

I dropped the friggin thing.

- Wha? Do you have the object?
- Hold on! I'm looking!

Do you have the object?

- Do you have the object, Linda?
- Yes.

And what is it?

One of those surprise eggs.

So like not the chocolate,
just the yellow plastic thing.

- Should I open it?
- Yes, but carefully!

- Oha!
- It's a picture of some old lady.

Kiss my motherfu... Paul!

- That's Töven. Friederike Töven.
- You know this woman?

Well from around, yeah.
She lives on the island.

Paul?

Were you listening?

- Babette?
- Hello.

Quick question. I've got
listed in my private calendar

a meeting with
a Mrs. Friederike Töven

I've no idea who that is and
can't remember what it's about.

Would you check the databank
and find out who that is?

Töven. Got it.

I'll get right back to you.

Thank you.

What are we going to do
in Cuxhaven,

if we find out that no
ferries are running?

Do me a favor and...
How rich are you exactly?

What makes you think
that I'd be rich?

Quite... quite rich.
Stayclose. de

- What?
- The same thing as Facebook.

Set it up
when I was 14 years old.

I called it an online
friendship book.

At some point I had
400,000 profiles.

Yeah.
You know how the times were...

One day I got an email from
another social media site...

And probably sold the site
for a million Euros.

Yeah, I was fourteen.

Told them I wanted 14 million
for the site, as like a joke.

Yeah, but they said yes.

- 14 million?
- Hm.

And they were all real nice.
Cultivated.

- Hello?
- Friederike Töven is Friederike Erlang.

At least that was her name
when she was judge

in the trial
against Jan Sadler.

After the whole controversy
she retired early,

resumed her maiden name,
and now resides in...

In Heligoland.

CAUSE OF DEATH: HANGING

No, no, no. I'm sorry.
You're not allowed to be here!

Let me see my daughter.

Jens, you shouldn't be here.

Paul, let me see my daughter,
fuck the rules!

It's not about that.
Don't do this to yourself, yeah?

Come on, come.

Jens, she hung herself.

There's no reason
to doubt that.

Yeah, but that fucker
made Lily do it.

He licked my daughter
on her entire body!

And then he raped her.
Again and again and again.

And then he described
how he planned to torture her!

For so long till she ultimately
had no alternative.

And then he left a noose
there for her.

Can you follow this, Paul?

It was him who murdered her!
Christ!

He might as well've put
the noose around her neck.

Jens,
I'm aware of all that.

And I'm certain, the court
will bear that in mind.

This fucking pig will spend
a lot of time behind...

A lot?
C'mon, you shitting me?

Huh, Paul?
We both do the same job

and we both know, if he's
only convicted of rape

that at the latest,
after five years

he's out of jail,
at the very latest.

Jens, it wasn't
only just rape.

It was abduction as well,
and Lily was a minor.

How old is Hannah now, huh?
Huh?

- 13, am I right?
- Yeah.

So tell me, you want
Sadler roaming around

when Hannah is finishing
high school?

No Jens, obviously not!

- But I cannot break the rules...
- Yes, yes you can!

It's in your hand.
You just write it down.

Write that he murdered her.
That's not a lie.

We can cremate the body

and nobody'll be able
to verify it, Paul!

Please!
Just do this, please.

Jens, that's a criminal
offense.

If word were to get out...

- No word'll get out, Paul.
- It's too much of a risk.

Ah!

What do you mean risk?

A risk for you?
For your career?

Jens, if word got out,

that'd be a feast
for Sadler's lawyers

- and he'd be out much earlier!
- Enough!

Listen, I've got money.
Just inherited.

160,000 Euros. I've spoken
about this to Claudia already.

Yeah? It means nothing to us.
The money's yours!

Paul?

Jens, don't do this please.

I'm sorry.

There are mitigating
circumstances

on behalf of the accused,

that he never showed any sign
of inappropriate behavior.

And therefore we must not
lose sight of the potential

for social rehabilitation

pertaining to
first-time offenders.

The court therefore
issues a punishment

for the case of rape
before us,

a prison sentence of three years
and eight months.

The grounds for judgement
are the following.

Three and a half years?!

Hey, we're gonna appeal.

Three and a half years?!

This bastard raped
my only daughter!

He raped her and then
forced her to commit...

It was murder,
you godforsaken witch!

You saw the videos
with your own eyes!

This man is a monster.
He's a monster!

Why is he allowed to go
on living, this scum?

While my Lily has maggots
crawling out of her eyes?!

Paul? Paul!

Zarrentin?
Never heard of it.

It's a little village
on Lake Schalsee.

Easy to reach
via local roads.

- What are we doing there?
- Recalculating.

It's where Marinek lives.

Is that the guy
who abducted your daughter?

Sorry about that,
it's not like I get off

on spying on your private
phone conversations,

but I can't cover my ears and
drive you halfway across Europe.

And about yourself...
Well, you don't say anything.

How come you're doing this
anyway, huh?

- What?
- Why are you helping me?

I already told you,
for the internship.

I wanted a second chance
to be able to...

Blablabla.
I don't believe a word of it.

You're as rich as hell,

you could buy any
internship you wanted.

Yes.

- I wanted to have the on with you.
- Why?

I'm sorry, but considering
the circumstances,

it's not really appropriate.

And I would say, at this
moment it is very appropriate.

I'll let you know
at some point,

but not until we get this
whole thing taken care of

and it ends well.

But now?
It's all about you, I'd say.

Who, err,
is this Marinek guy?

I don't know,
if he abducted my daughter,

but he definitely has
something to do with this.

- And how do we know this?
- Cause of the judge.

What judge?

Mrs. Töven!
Hello? Are you in there?

An old woman is not gonna be
hanging around outside

in this weather!

Mrs. Töven,
sorry to bother you!

We found your picture stuffed
in the throat of a corpse!

- She ain't home. C'mon!
- Come on, Ender!

You can't go around
opening people's doors!

Mrs. Töven?

- Hello?
- Mrs. Töven?

Mrs. Töven?

LENIENT JUDGE:
JAN S. RELEASED

- Linda?
- Hey, Professor!

Where you aware that Ender
moonlights as a locksmith?

We found Friederike
Töven's house.

Looks like it's empty,
though.

Don't go in.

- Whatever you do, don't go in the house!
- Tss!

I already desecrated
a corpse for you.

Breaking and entering
won't make a difference!

That's not what I mean.

You have no idea
what to expect in there.

Ender!

We'll take a look around,

and then we'll go.

What's the problem?

Problem?

Linda, I don't think
you're getting this!

Whoever hid that picture
of Töven in Erik's throat

is connected to Hannah's
kidnapping

and is a two-time,
extremely brutal serial killer

and this person just might be
hiding in the house this moment,

in a closet, under the couch,
behind a door

or who knows where else.

So please, leave the house
with Ender right away!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

- Ender!
- Linda, are you listening?

- What's going on?
- She needs help!

They taught us this
in driving school. Fuck!

Linda, where are you?
Linda, talk to me!

What's going on?

Oh God in heaven!

- She's dead.
- No, she's still alive! She's breathing!

- Linda!
- Help me out here!

How many times do you
have push? Is it twelve?

Or eighteen?
How many times?!

Linda, she's dead!

This woman is dead!
Just take...

Take a look at her!

She's been dead.

Fuck!

Linda!

Linda!
Jesus Christ, Linda!

What the hell is going on?

- She... she was still like breathing.
- Linda?

- Respiration sounds.
- She moaned!

The body decomposes and
expels air out of the lungs.

Paul, she's got spots.
Lividity?

They go away
when you press on them?

Do they go away
when you press?

Err... Let me see.

- No.
- Then she's been dead for several hours.

Paul, it's me.

There's no one here.
I checked the house.

You're gonna have to bring the
body down to the morgue, ok?

Yeah,
of course we can do that,

but we ain't jumpin' for joy,
that's for sure.

I'll get back to you!

- Your colleague lives here?
- Yeah, after his daught...

After his daughter Lily...
Since back then.

Oh, look! There must be
about 100,000 Euros.

It's a 160,000.

That's exactly the amount

that Jens Marinek
offered me.

I think someone's
expecting you.

Whoa!

And you stay put!

Jens?

Jens?

Jens, it's me.

Jens?

God, it's really
warm in here!

Dude, better be careful
with that thing there.

You, remain where you are,
at the door.

Have you understood?

- There must be more of those things!
- son-of-a-bitch!!

I said, wait at the door,
goddammit!

I was waiting by the door,
but then I found this here.

Look!

It's an autopsy report.
Err, from...

There was a young woman,
she'd been raped,

died of a broken neck,
but uhh...

both name and age are missing.
And there's a picture...

Maybe that could be
your daughter?

Professor Herzfeld,
maybe that isn't a good...

Ugh...

So, time to finally put an end
to this serial murders.

We only got two tables!

Nah...

Let's hope our killer
knows that, too!

Not that he thinks we got
an unlimited supply of tables.

Unlimited ta...

Hey.

Hey.

You afraid?

Yeah of course,
you not?

Yeah, but it's cool.

It s been worse.

Look out.

What the fuck is that?

Probably the back-up
power supply.

Generator must
by conking out.

Where are you going?

Just gonna check
if everything's okay.

Be right back.

Huh. Great!

Fuck!

Someone there?

Ender?

You're not seriously
considering

doing an autopsy on
this animal, are you?

If that was expected of me,

then there'd be autopsy tools
laying around.

Up until now
it was all consistent.

One part of the puzzle
led to another one.

First the body,
then the ax, the money.

There's a certain latent
symbolism here.

The symbolism isn't that hard
to decipher. You 're a pig.

What was the first thing
we came across here?

Err, the money?

No, it wasn't that.
Not the money.

They're my size.

What do they symbolize?

Err... Puddles? Rain?
Being wet?

Water.

Woah.

Oh, that's that Jan Sadler,

who was on the news
way back when.

He must have been
trailing him 24 hours a day.

For three and a half years
Jens had to be patient,

till he could
go through with this.

Hey, and why are you the one
he wants to get revenge on?

He should spend his time
going after this "specimen."

I'm afraid
he already did that.

- Oh, is that a...
- Tongue. Exactly.

And now we know
who Erik is.

No one's answering.

Have you seen this yet?

Yeah, that's Lily Marinek.

No, I'm talking about
this here.

Oh God!

Is that your daughter?

I'm not sure.

Look at her ankle.
Some kind of tattoo.

She have one like that?

Err... I...

I don't know.

What is he planning on
doing with the body?

Who's filming that?

Must be two of them.

He's bringing her here.

Hey, what's that there,
out there?

It looks like a buoy,
or what is it?

No idea.

- Let me go take a look!
- Wait! No!

Whoa!

- Looks like some kind of a cross!
- What?!

Any doubts yet?

That was never
my cup of tea.

No! Stop!

- It really is a cross!
- Ingolf!

You're way too close!

Ingolf?

Ingolf! Ingolf!

Turn around, towards me.
Ingolf, listen to me.

You have to stay calm.

It's only a matter
of seconds,

till your muscles get stiff
and cease to function.

I can't go to you cause
the ice will break.

I want you to do
the following.

You're gonna look at me

and do one stroke
in my direction.

Then I can grab you.
Have you understood?

Give me your hand.

Ender?!

Ender, tell me it's you!

Ah, it's you, oh my God.
There was someone...

Ender?

It's all good,
everything's fine.

We gotta warm you up.

Everything's fine.

We gotta get you back
inside the house.

Gotta get you warm.

Okay?
Back to the heating units.

We have to get you warm
or ther'll be hypothermia.

And you'll be dead.

Ah!

Not... on my... first date.

Good!
That's good!

Stay awake.

Talk to me!

Okay?

Tell me something.

Hey, hey!
Stay awake!

Look at me,
don't go to sleep!

- Hello?
- Paul, I got a serious problem here!

The lights went out,
Ender was suddenly gone.

They went back on,

Ender was in front of me
with a knife in his shoulder.

- Ender, can he still walk?
- He took two steps into the room

and then he passed out
and fell into my arms.

- You're gonna have to go for help.
- What am I going to do?

There're no doctors
on the island

and the killer's here
in the building!

Can you lock yourself
away somewhere?

Yeah, I already did that.
Fuck!

I have no idea, if Ender is
gonna be able to hold on!

- His pulse?
- Really weak!

Blood?

Yeah, but it's no
longer spouting!

Good!

Maybe we're lucky,

none of the important arteries
were affected.

- Should I pull the knife out?
- No! No way!

Don't pull out the knife.

You can't move him at all.

You have to keep him warm.

And what?

Jesus Christ, Paul!
I need like some support here!

Give me five minutes.

Paul?! Paul...

You son of a bitch.

Paul!
You fuckin' asshole!

What am I supposed to do,
you idiot?

Fuck!

KEEP CALM IN AN EMERGENCY

No, Ender, it's not time
to go yet, okay?

Ender?

Ender?

Don't die now, please!

Was that Hannah
in the video?

Is she in the lake?

If she is in the lake, then
it doesn't matter what I do.

If she's alive,
it does.

So I'm working under the
assumption she's still alive.

You saved my life.

I...

I forgive you.

Like this morning,
you remember?

With the... with the def...

Defibr... Defibrili...
Defibre...

That was a mean joke.
I forgive you.

Hello?

Who's that?
Hello?

- Ender.
- Hey now, what's going on?

- What's going on?
- How come you don't feel anything?

- Must have caught a cold...
- No! No, no, no.

Hold on! You're not
allowed to touch that!

Listen up!
It's like we've been mugged.

You were injured by the killer.
Don't touch it!

Not on your head.

And more so,
not on your shoulder, okay?

Shi... sh...

Ender... Ender!

Ender! Whoa!

Finally!

Linda, what's goin' on
out there, huh?

If you wanna know,
I'm barricading the door!

- Linda, you have a key, don't you?
- Yes, I do Professor,

but the killer has one, too!

Linda, you gotta get out of
there so Ender can be treated.

Forget about it.

I called the local
weather service.

- And?
- No chance of any planes.

In five hours there might be
a window perhaps,

when flights
might be possible.

- Five hours are way too long.
- Fuck! Do something!

You're with the police!

Wish it were that simple.
Lemme see what I can do.

Yes please!
Cause I'm totally not into...

to watching Ender die
before my eyes

or that this psycho
comes back

and impales me like the
old woman there.

- What did you just say?
- I'm not into watch...

No, no, no,
what's the impale thing!

- What do you mean?
- That someone jammed a stick up her ass,

for chrissake!!
That's what I mean.

Take it out.

No, I'm gonna lay down
in the fetal position

on the floor next to Ender
and wait for the cavalry

and pray I'll still remember
the Our Father.

Linda, I promise you
in the name of all I love:

I will find a way to get to you
in the next two hours!

But before that, no one
will get over there, understand?

No special ops,
no SWAT team,

not the CIA and certainly
not the cavalry!

- Linda, this stick is a broomstick, right?
- Yeah.

How do you know that?

From a video,
I'll explain it later.

Listen: The kidnapper
carved something in the stick.

That is the clue!

Good, Professor.

I'll help you.
You got two hours.

Then I'm gonna call
the police,

the fire department
and the news.

You got something
to write with?

- Do we?
- Yeah!

5-3-6-6-4...

3-5-7-3-6-4-9-0.

On the other side,
the half that you know...

is another one.

9-0-8-9-2-0-7-0-
5-3-1-8-4-5-1.

- Are there dots?
- What's that? Linda!

- Are there periods?
- Decimal points, dots.

Yeah, maybe.
After the numbers.

- Hold on.
- What do you think it means?

There really are
periods here.

In the first number
after the 2nd digit,

and in the second one
after the 1st digit.

Linda, I'll call you
right back.

- They're geo-coordinates.
- What's that?

Geo-coordinates.

Here's the user's manual
from Mercedes.

No idea how it works.

The sales guy
made a big deal

that you can put
geo-coordinates into the GPS.

- Okay.
- It's a feature for their luxury...

- Hello?
- The lab tests are back from the dead woman.

A cyanide derivative.

So that means
she was poisoned?

- Yeah, but it was suicide.
- That's ridiculous.

Someone cut out
her jaw joint

and then amputated
both hands.

But it was after she died
and she consented.

After my passing my dead body

will at least have
a purpose.

There's a farewell letter
of sorts.

A video our colleagues found
in Schwintowski's apartment.

I do all this
in full command

of my cognitive abilities
and own free will.

- Who was this woman?
- Sybille Schwintowski.

Wife of Philipp Schwintowski,
who owns a moving company.

They have one daughter,
Rebecca.

Schwintowski... Who is that?

The Feds have
a huge file on him.

Bookmaking, loan sharking,
mafia connections.

When he was younger
he was in court for murder

but got acquitted
for lack of evidence.

Please, no!

Don't do it!

He's calmed down a bit,
now that he's older.

Apparently due to his wife
and daughter.

He's supposed to be
a loving dad.

What does he say to all this?
Has he been questioned?

No, he's still
being looked for.

His daughter, too.
Gone without a trace.

Does this Schwintowski guy
have a sailboat by any chance?

Yeah!

He's a real sailing aficionado,
does all sorts of races.

How did you know that?

Professor?
Hello?

You have reached
your destination.

Where are we?

No idea.

Somewhere in the middle
of nowhere.

Ingolf, I'd like you to remain
here for the moment.

Be right back.
I wanna take a look around.

Are you sure you want to
go out there by yourself?

Give me ten minutes, and if
I haven't returned by then,

call the police, okay?

Ingolf? I told you you're
supposed to stay in the car!

Shit!

Why are your feet so big?

Is this what your
looking for?!

Does it turn you on?!

Hannah...

- Huh...
- Jens, where is Hannah?

Tell me, is she alive?

Jens, please.

Tell me that Hannah
is still alive, please.

Ah! How did you manage
to keep everyone outside?

I thought you were
out of the loop.

That you weren't part
of any investigations.

- You're such a stickler for rules.
- Was that your plan?

Doing all this fucked up shit
to teach me a lesson?

You lucked out
with the hurricane.

Otherwise you wouldn't
have made it.

Your doorkeeper buddy
would've called the police

a long time ago.

Why all...

Jens, I don't understand
why you're doing this.

Hannah was in no way
responsible for your daughter,

and I wasn't either.

No, you didn't murder
my Lily.

Not her.

Why are you emphasizing
it like that?

This is not about you,
Paul.

Not about your daughter,
either.

- Not even about my daughter.
- Then what the fuck is this?!

- He'll explain it all.
- Who? Schwintowski?

The man is a known
criminal, Jens!

What?
What are you doing?

What did you just
put in your mouth?

Why... Jens...

How nice that
you're awake, Paul.

No!

Hold on!
That's Enough!

Ah!

- Get the bag with the autopsy tools.
- Did you do that?!

Get the bag
with the autopsy tools!

Marinek swallowed
a memory chip

We have to get it out
of his insides

before the stomach acid
totally dissolves it!

Congratulations,
Professor Herzfeld.

If you made it this far,

then you'll have almost
completed your lesson.

By the look of it,
you weren't doing things

by the book this time.

You lied, kept your mouth shut,
suppressed evidence.

All the things Jens had
asked of you back then.

Funny.

My name is Philipp Schwintowski
and you killed my daughter.

Did you see the pictures
in the boat house?

If Jens hadn't been
trailing that bastard,

I never would have found
my daughter.

That whore of a judge
thought child molesters

should be rehabilitated.

Do you believe that as well,
Professor?

And even if you say yes,

do animals like that deserve
to be re-integrated?

No, they deserve
one thing only:

the same agony they inflicted
on their victims.

That son-of-a-bitch hadn't
even been out of prison

six weeks, when he nabbed
my daughter Rebecca.

Mrs. Schwintowski,
I'm here about your daughter.

We hit all the places
where Jens had been

spying on Sadler

and we found her.

But it was too late.

That fucker was still there,
though.

I wanted to torture him
to death, then and there,

and have my people
take care of the judge.

But then Jens
explained to me

that there are more important
things than revenge.

There's a problem
in the system:

perpetrators are made
into victims

and victims become
perpetrators.

Courts punish tax evaders
more than child molesters!

Psychologists that recommend
parole for rapists,

cause they had a tough
childhood.

It affects everyone
in this great nation of ours.

It's about you, Professor.

There are thousands of rules,
and regulations,

and laws,

But everything's all
fucked up.

We waited till Sadler's injury
healed up enough.

Jens sewed up the stump
of his tongue

so that bastard wouldn't
bleed to death.

First we gave him something
to look forward to,

then we let him do
the dirty work.

Sadler and the judge
both deserved to die,

and me and Jens...

We fucking lost everything.
Why go on living?

But you should get a chance
to save your daughter.

Jens said,
you're a good guy.

But even good guys
make mistakes

and they gotta
be accountable.

We left Hannah
alone with Sadler.

If you want to find her

follow the white light
of Alcatraz.

What the hell's that?

Does he mean San Francisco?

Alcatraz is an island.
Heligoland.

Schwintowski was bluffing.

Jan Erik Sadler isn't able
to harm your daughter,

because he's dead
in the mor...

Yeah, but that's not it.

"We left Hannah alone
with Sadler," he said...

Past tense.

It's enough, if they leave
Hannah for a while alone

with Sadler, that's...

He explains in gruesome detail
what he's gonna do

and then gives 'em
a fucking noose.

Schwintowski hanged himself.
That's the last clue.

If I don't get Hannah
fast enough,

she'll be hanging there
just like that.

Okay, I got it.

Schwintowski'd never've
killed himself

without taking revenge on
Sadler to kill them.

No way.
He didn't try and hide it,

which is why we were
able to find Erik.

- What about the time code?
- What you mean? What about it?

The date's from the day
before yesterday.

There must be a mistake.

Put in the wrong date
or whatever

Why is that?

Because tonight on
the island of Heligoland

someone stabbed
my friend Ender

with a fucking knife
in his goddamn throat

and since Sadler is dead
it has to be Schwintowski!

Let's get moving!

There's a calm
in the storm.

If it's like this over
the water as well,

then it might be possible
for a rescue helicopter to fly.

We can let the
authorities know.

Everyone involved
is dead now.

Hopefully we can make it
before the weather ch...

Fuck!

Jens slashed the tires.

Crap!
What should we do?

- You have spare tires?
- Yes, but just one.

That's not gonna work
in this kind of terrain.

We'll never get there
in time.

You still have the key?

Never left
my pant's pocket.

Get in the car.

Err, Professor Herzfeld,

you're driving deeper
into the forest.

Exactly.
Are you wearing your seatbelt?

We're not gonna
get far like this.

We're not going far.

No emergency vehicle
will get here and save us.

You're aware of that,
right?

Why don't you take
this opportunity

and tell me why you wanted
to get to know me.

This could be your last chance
to do that.

Why's that?
You planning on killing us?

Bit like that.

Start talking!

My 14 million's in the
meantime a lot more than that.

Get it?
A whole lot more.

And with all that money
you've, you've...

You've responsibility
and shit!

I started an endowment
that's there to support

forensic medicine
around the whole world.

Mass graves,
shit like that.

And I wanted a director.

All I wanted was a director!

I'll think about it.

Ahhhh!

Don't worry, okay?

The two hours
aren't over yet.

And he made us a promise.

Another fifteen minutes then...

then I'll go by myself, okay?

Who is that?!

What do you want from me?!

Ugh!
What do you want from me?!

What the fuck
do you want from me?!

Danny?!
You're freakin' me out, Danny!

Stop!

Please stop!

I'm mot Dammy.

Err, okay.
What was that about?

You smashed my car
on purpose.

It was your idea.

- How?
- Geo-coordinates.

As I was skimming through
the owner's manual

I saw something worth noting.

There's an in-car
emergency call system

- that sends the coordinates, when the airbags go off.
- Are you being serious?

And then assuming
it all works,

you shouldn't have to wait
more than 10 minutes

in all of Germany
until emergency services

are sent to the accident.

Premium class!

In other words, our fate is in
the hands of a car salesman?

Manufacturer.
Manufacturer.

We're gonna freeze to death.

Emergency vehicles
won't make it here!

Exactly.

Seven minutes.

W'ere iff it?

What?

- Uh ghee?
- Speak clearly, you freak!

Ah!

Uh ghee!

Uh ghee!!

Why 'in't ou 'ell me?!!

Ah!

Ugh!

You mae a bid midake.

You know what?
Fuck you, Danny!

I'm mot Dammy!!

Ahh!!

Ah!

Ugh! Hmph!
Ah...

Ugh!!

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Please hurry, Professor.

You made a promise to us.

C'mon, let's go!

How you doin'!
I'm Paul Herzfeld.

I'm running an operation
for the Federal Police.

My colleague Mr. von Appen.

Udo Bandrupp.
My father's the mayor here.

How can I help?

"Follow the light
from Alcatraz!"

Does that sentence
mean anything to you?

Ender? Ender?
Shit!

Ender?

Breathe!

No! No!

- No, no...
- Linda!

No, you can go
fuck yourself!

- You're not gonna hurt me anymore.
- Linda.

- You're not gonna hurt me anymore!
- Linda!

Go away!

Go away! Go away!

Go away!

- Go away!
- Linda, it's me, Paul. Paul Herzfeld.

- Just calm down now. The Professor, yes.
- The Professor. You made it!

- Everything's fine. Just relax.
- Ender...

I was forced to pull the knife
from his shoulder

- when he started to attack us.
- What?

- Who?
- Danny. Danny.

Who is it that attacked you,
Linda?

I don't know.
He wanted to have the key.

It wasn't Danny.
It wasn't Danny...

He can go fuck himself.

Ugh!
Oh my fucking God!

This is not Jan Sadler,
it's Schwintowski!

How can that be?

When Schwintowski was
committing murder on Jan Sadler,

he must have made a mistake.

He thought he was dead,

and abandoned the body
somewhere

where he knew it would be found.

But Sadler wasn't dead.

He came back,
removed his tongue

and prepped the body exactly
as Schwintowski did with him,

including the "Erik" T-shirt

and the surprise egg
in the throat.

It effects everyone
in this great nation of ours.

It's about you, Professor!

Maybe he thought it a good
idea to keep a low profile.

I've no idea.

Where is the the key.

The key that Linda was talking
about the whole time?

Mr. Mayor, what can you tell me
about Alcatraz?

We don't really have
a prison here or nothing.

Might be a little far-fetched,

but Alcatraz has
a famous lighthouse.

Beacons every five seconds,
just like ours.

Does the lighthouse
have a basement?

There's a system of bunkers
under the tower stretching 20km.

The Nazis built them
during World War II.

We closed down the entrance
a while back

after two kids
got lost in there.

We didn't find 'em for days.

They were long dead.

Been a while since
I used the keys.

Is there another entrance?

Not one, hundreds!
It's a friggin labyrinth.

Some shafts end at the coast.

We're gonna need
a hundred guys for this!

Open the gate.

- Hannah!
- Hannah!

My question is,
do I cut off your clitoris?

Or your pussy lips?

Fuck. Fuck!

Whres ma reward?

Whre s ma reward?!!

- Hannah?!
- Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah?!

Hannah! Hannah...

No!

No, no, no, no, no.

Hannah!

Here!
There's someone here!

I'm no whore,
you fucking prick!

Hannah!

Hannah!

I'm no whore,
you fucking prick!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey!

Hey, sweetheart.
I'm here.

I'm here.

Everything's
gonna be fine. Shhh.

It's all good.

My name is
Rebecca Schwintowski.

Your hands are cold.
We gotta warm you up.

Burn in hell!

Oh my God! Oh my God!
My baby!

KEY

- Hold her up!
- My Baby!

- Higher!
- You got her?

You're safe now.

I got you.
I got you, baby.

I got you.

It's over now.

It's over. It's over.

Professor Herzfeld?

Linda!

Hey!

Where were you?
I was looking for you.

Packing my stuff.

- How's Ender?
- He's stable. Stable.

- He'll make it.
- He's amazing.

He can really take it.

Yeah.

I am... Linda...

You saved my daughter
and I...

Oh.
What was that for?

- Why'd I do that?
- Yeah.

Where the fuck
should I even start?

For the record: in the comic
I'm gonna make outta all this

you're not gonna
look good!

You can't...

Yeah, but the comic 'll
turn into a real hit

I can guarantee you
and one day you'll thank me.

Listen up!

- I should smack you another time.
- Hey...

- What will you do next?
- I'm gonna go home.

There's a few things
I need to take care of.

- Danny?
- Pfff!

I'll show him
not to fuck around.

And my lawyer said...

...all those fucked up text
messages will probably help us.

Thank you, Linda.

Be seeing you.

Be seeing you.

Hey!

Take care of your daughter,
yeah?

I'm not helping you again.

I will.

I sure will.

Linda?

And you sure you wouldn't
prefer taking the boat?

Nah, with this we're home
in two hours.

Gotta take the bodies
to Berlin anyway.

My father always preferred
hanging out with the dead

than with real living people.

There is a manhunt all
over the island for Jan Sadler.

And he can't leave
the island.

Oh, I know they'll get him.

Why don't you fly
to Berlin with us.

I know your car is, err...

There's a new one
waiting for me in Cuxhaven.

In something like that?

I wouldn't get in that
for all the tea in China.

Ingolf, I...

Thanks for everything.

Really, for everything.

I'll be getting in touch.

Hannah,
away from the door!

Land dis mow!

Aaaah!