Blochin: Die Lebenden und die Toten (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - 1. Kapitel - full transcript
BERLIN, 1984
BERLIN, 2015
The Living and the Dead
Your phone keeps ringing.
- We need air conditioning.
- You said it's bad for the environment.
I don't care.
I can't sleep in this damn heat.
Turn off your phone.
- Your phone's annoying.
- I'll get it.
It'll start ringing again anyway.
- You OK?
- Tummy ache.
From the nuts. I told you.
Nuts make me fart,
they don't make my belly hurt.
Mom!
Yes?
Blochin, come over to Toto's.
Now. Please.
- What?
- It's important...
Conchita? Calm down.
- Where are you?
-At Toto's. Come over, please!
- You want a hot water bottle?
- Yes.
- Yes?
- And tea. And ice cream.
Just tea for now, OK?
Peppermint?
- I don't know him, sorry.
- He was your neighbor, Ms. Josephi.
Really?
- Upstairs?
- Right next door.
- Blochin.
- Lieutenant.
What's with the champagne, Dankwart?
My youngest son graduated high school.
Let's have a toast.
The one I busted with a joint?
Good morning.
Look, Magda.
Our graffiti sprayers have struck again.
- How many cars now?
- Over 500.
Good morning.
- Where's the kid?
- No idea. Didn't even know Toto had one.
- "Toto"?
- I used to know him.
Is that the dead guy?
Yes, Torsten "Toto" Hoins.
Dealer. We have a big file on him.
He was on the sofa, multiple stab wounds.
No knife found and nothing about a kid.
And as usual, you didn't bother
telling anyone before picking up the body?
- Dankwart, get rid of the booze.
- Come on, his kid just graduated.
Do I have to read you the rules
about drinking on duty?
- "Addendum to the Rules of Procedure..."
- Magda.
Find out who this kid was
and where he came from.
Nanette. Hello?
You and Dankwart
question the neighbors.
- Who called you?
- Conchita Alonzo. Spanish.
Moved to Germany six years ago.
Casual junkie, casual hooker.
Nothin major,
I'll go see her if that's OK.
- Should I join you?
- No, I know her well. Former informant.
Nice friends, Blochin.
Yorik, we're going
to look at Torsten Horns' file.
Your brother-in-law's
a pain in the ass.
- How are you?
- Great.
No, Conchita's not there.
She's in Elena's room.
This is Blochin.
Now everything will be OK.
Come on.
- What happened?
- Nothing. It's OK.
- She needs to go to the hospital.
- No, no. She can't.
She has no residence permit.
Don't worry, honey.
- I'll send someone to look at the injury.
- But no cops, OK?
- What happened last night?
- We went to Toto's.
We needed something
that helps you forget.
- I thought you were clean.
- Not for me. I swear, Blochin. For Elena.
She had an abortion.
- And then?
- We went in, the door was open.
Toto was in the living room on the sofa,
all bloody, with a knife in his stomach.
- I pulled it out.
- You what?
I wanted to help him.
But he was already dead.
- You were scared when you called.
- Two men came into the apartment.
We hid in the bathroom.
They heard us and came banging
on the door like crazy men, you know?
- They said they were police.
- Police?
They were yelling,
"Police! Open up!"
- But I didn't believe them.
- Why not?
They didn't turn on the light.
They came in like shadows.
Why?
I don't want that anymore,
you know that.
Because of your wife?
Because of her multiple...
- Multiple sclerosis.
- Yes. The devil will keep that in mind.
Blochin...
- Toto was your friend, right?
- For a while, yes. Take care.
A friend isn't for a while.
A friend is forever!
- And how are you?
- Tired. Three hours of sleep isn't enough.
I'm too old for that.
- You always say that.
- What?
That you're getting old.
You say that too much.
- It's not sexy.
- You think I'm not sexy?
No. And as long as you can do it
three times in a row, you're not old either.
- Parent-teacher conference tonight.
- 9:00 pm. I'll be there.
-I have to go.
- Yes. Say hi.
- To who?
- My brother.
Do I have to say hi to the Lieutenant
every time we talk about screwing?
- I love you.
-I love you too.
Hey, Dominik...
Berlin's Senator of the Interior will talk about
the graffiti sprayer problem in one hour.
- How is that our business?
- It's the tax-paying voters' cars.
What happened this morning?
Is Blochin going it alone again?
Watch your brother-in-law.
Sure, I'll round up a firing squad.
OK, Bungartz?
Yes, Nanette?
You should've stuck around.
The Feds showed up
and took us off the case.
"International organized crime" they call it,
so it's their job.
Federal Police going
after a small-time dealer?
They don't look like Feds.
More like secret service.
OK. I'll talk to Bungartz.
I don't believe it.
Big old Garbo. They look up to you
like you're Chuck Norris.
I ham it up to distract from my belly.
- How are you, Blochin?
- Good, can't complain.
"Good, can't complain?"
Is that cop talk?
Lieutenant?
- Where are you?
- Investigating Hoins' murder.
You can stop.
The Feds took over.
- Organized Crime is looking into it.
- What does Toto have to do with them?
If you don't know,
I sure don't have a clue.
- What about the kid at Toto's place?
- Nobody's seen one. Or nobody remembers.
But a kid was definitely living there.
He could've been a sicko
who jerked off in kids' clothes.
He wasn't.
There has to be DNA or something.
I'm sure the Feds will find it.
Come home, son, we miss you.
Problem?
I'm looking for Doreen.
- Is she in trouble?
- I just want to talk. She still work here?
Here? No.
Not for years,
since her motorcycle accident.
- She works at the BodyTech Center.
- BodyTech?
Down by City Hall.
Check it out. It's the new hot shit.
- And Doreen and I...
- Really? And Doreen and Toto?
That ended a long time ago.
- Do you ever see him?
- Once in a while. Why?
He's dead.
- What happened?
- Can't tell you yet...
Bullshit.
Don't give me that cop shit.
Who saved your ass from those
Hansa Rostock soccer hooligans that time?
Who?
I saved your ass just as many times.
Want them to see this?
I see you're not thrilled with the decision,
and I understand that.
Elections are coming up.
Not here in Berlin, but...
- There's always some election somewhere.
- That's right!
You know what I mean.
Anyway, these graffiti sprayers aren't
what the homicide squad normally handles.
But every night these thugs
are destroying cars,
and thus the manhood
of a lot of guys out there.
So we need your support.
And if... sorry.
I have to take this.
It's the mayor.
So, you heard the Senator.
We have to get those sprayers.
Everything else has to wait.
Yes?
I have a question.
We have new leads in the case of
the baby buggy vandalism in Prenzlauer Berg.
Every day we have hundreds of innocent
screaming kids, covered in soy milk...
Shouldn't we focus on that?
They're future voters, after all.
Thank you for raising a valid point, Mr...
Stötzner, Dominik Stötzner.
Chief of Homicide Division 7.
I'll make a note of that,
Chief Homicide Detective Stötzner.
Hidden in this suit are 16 electrodes.
Current pulses cause muscle contractions
at selected points, which lead to...
One moment, please.
Our first shop was around the corner.
An old laundromat.
Garbo and I bought it for peanuts.
- "Babette's Massage Parlor".
- Oh, the girls did massages too?
Now they peddle lattes over there.
Some people get off on those too.
- What happened to your leg?
- Motorcycle accident.
With Toto?
No, that was over for a long time by then.
With Garbo.
We were on a straight country road.
He told me to cover his eyes.
Typical Garbo.
Macho antics, but what a cutie.
I spent a year in physical therapy.
Down south.
Garbo was fine. Just a few scratches.
I probably shouldn't have come back.
That's what I think sometimes.
Doreen...
Toto's dead.
- How'd he die?
- Someone stabbed him.
Well, it wasn't me.
A kid was living with him.
The kid disappeared.
We can't find the mother either.
Any idea whose kid it is?
No, we didn't have much contact recently.
I have to get back to work.
Go see Garbo.
He'd like that.
Come on, David, get up!
The junk'll be here in three days.
You asshole.
Toto's not even six feet under yet.
Soup, honey?
We'll have trouble with distribution.
Those were Toto's contacts.
Blochin has to help us then.
He's got some nerve.
Shows up after 15 years
to say that Toto's dead.
- Probably thinks I did it, fucking cop.
- Leave Blochin alone.
- At least he managed to get out.
- And we didn't?
You talk such crap sometimes.
You have to eat, sweetheart.
Turn it off.
That won't bring him back.
Today, the first immigrants
arrived in Berlin from Kabul...
- Where did you find this?
- The basement.
...from Afghanistan to Germany,
refugees from the Taliban.
Maybe Arian's one of them.
Or maybe he's coming with the next wave.
- Who's Arian?
- A friend from Kabul.
- His family provides the opium.
- You just gave me a great idea.
They say younger students benefit
from being mentored by older students,
but aren't teachers just
using them to do their job?
They learn from each other.
It's important when they do project work.
I'm in favor of inter-year coursework.
The concept sounds good,
but it doesn't really work...
I HAVE TO SEE YOU. TONIGHT!!!
GARBO
- Everything OK?
- Yes.
Any other questions?
If not, then please sign the lists.
- OK, I have a question.
- Yes?
- The Spanish teacher...
- Dr. Weber.
Can we replace him?
Dr. Weber's one of the most
respected teachers at this school...
Grille's scared of him.
And she doesn't scare easily.
So that means he's not a good teacher.
It's hard to learn when you're scared.
What?
I'm sure Grille wouldn't
be so scared if she studied more.
Or she's reacting
against him subconsciously.
Then we'll get her a good tutor.
A tutor? She's nine.
I have an idea.
A Spanish lady.
Super nice.
Grille would like her.
- You know her from work?
- Yes.
- Which side is she on?
- She's good or I wouldn't bring her up.
I'll take you home,
I have to do something.
Come on, pedal to the metal!
Nanette?
I just got a call
from a woman who lives...
Hold on.
Dankwart, we only have that
one laptop, you can't take it every night!
Buy your grandkid his own, cheapskate!
You OK?
A woman from the building where
Blochin found the dead dealer called.
She wanted to give me
her perpetrator profile.
- That's a bunch of crap.
- I know. Wait, Dankwart!
But when I asked her if she told the Feds,
she said they didn't even question her.
So I checked and found out
they didn't question anyone in the building.
Yes, the whole involvement
of the Federal Police is strange.
OK then...
Go home, it's late.
See you tomorrow.
They're sweating, but not
due to Berlin's temperatures.
Sprayer gangs are striking almost daily,
defacing cars, buildings, even whole blocks.
Residents are blaming Berlin's Senator
of the Interior for the continuing problem.
Demands for greater police presence
and security are on the rise...
What was up with the immature antics
this morning?
Immature?
Me or the Senator of the Interior?
He puts the homicide squad on patrol duty
just because some kids are...
Two nights in a row.
Are we getting serious?
Don't flatter yourself.
My husband's in Bonn with the kids,
might as well use the time.
Too bad. I thought I had
someone in my life now
who waits for me to come home
and asks me how my day was.
Here's your beer, my dear.
- So how was your day, honey?
- Nothing special, buttercup.
A dead dealer in the morning,
taken off our hands
by the Feds at lunchtime.
It's strange though, they're not
investigating the case because...
But you knew all that already, right?
- Excuse me?
- Your eyes didn't move.
People blink when
they receive new information,
indicating that they're processing the news.
You didn't blink.
Come to bed, super cop.
What do you know about it?
I know the Feds took over
the case of Thorsten "Toto" Hoins.
And how do you know that?
It was my idea.
And that's the last thing
I'll say about that, got it?
Honey bunny?
So how about it?
You coming to bed or not?
- It's Blochin. You busy?
- I'm at Mandingo, reading.
"The History of the Japanese-
Chinese Railroad Company."
I have a job for you.
- Yes? Who do I have to screw?
- No, something reputable this time.
You want to become reputable.
Right, princesa?
For you, I'd do anything, sweetie.
Even become reputable.
Hey, Blochin, dude!
Finally!
- How are you?
- Super.
- You remembered where this place was?
- Sure.
What the hell is that?
- My new trailer.
- Trailer?
Yeah! In the full movie,
you slashed that guy's throat back then.
- I watched Doreen erase that shit.
- Yes, but I made a copy before she did.
What an asshole.
Toto's dead.
I need your help, dude.
We're going to pull a stunt.
A big one. You and me.
You and me, man.
Just like the old days.
So you blackmail me?
That's the old days?
No blackmail. I just want you
to serve and protect me, officer.
- What kind of deal is it?
- First class. Prime cut.
Drugs, huh? Still drugs?
Yes, but no more selling little bags
to junkies in public shithouses.
I'm playing in the premiere league now.
What's Ahmed doing here?
What do you think?
Celebrating because he offed Toto.
Ahmed?
Hey!
Garbo!
Drop the gun, man!
Two for one, got it, Ahmed?
Two for Toto, quid pro quo.
If you want a war, I'm ready.
Put the gun down.
Blochin, what are you doing here?
What are you doing?
- You ever think about it?
- About what?
Oh, that. Argentina.
The farm and the horses.
- Sure I do.
- You never talk about it anymore.
There's been so much going on lately.
- I'm scared of tomorrow.
- Why?
- I have a doctor's appointment.
- Of course.
Sorry, baby.
It was just a really tough night.
Something's wrong.
The last episode was so long.
I don't get it.
We can't let it get to us.
We've done such a good job so far.
We have it under control.
The heat wave continues
in Brandenburg and Berlin...
Look, Dad. Here!
How was the parent-teacher conference?
Good.
I mean, what did they say about me?
Everything's OK.
Just Spanish really.
I told you 100 times,
it's not me, it's that stupid teacher.
- That stupid teacher?
- That stupid teacher.
I got you a tutor.
Conchita, she's Spanish.
- She's a cool chick.
- Where'd you meet her?
- At work.
- Has she been to jail?
Just for a little while.
You've probably all heard...
Nanette?
Last night, an officer of ours was shot
at a club in Kreuzberg.
He was working undercover
as Ahmed Ahmadschad's right hand.
- One of the drug kings in Kotti.
- And in Wedding, Friedrichshain, etc.
A second guy, Ahmed's bodyguard,
is in a coma.
It's not our case,
Fender and Homicide 5 are handling it,
but keeping your eyes peeled can't hurt.
I knew him.
I trained Dhagan.
Good kid.
The bastard who killed him
will pay, I promise.
We're off the Torsten Hoins case,
as you know.
- And the kid?
- There is no kid.
- There was a nursery...
- Yes, you all saw the nursery!
- Are you deaf? No kid!
- The Feds are dealing with it.
- You didn't have enough time...
- Yorik's right!
The Feds are dealing with it.
We're out. Right?
Magda?
Hey, listen...
- You have a kid, right?
- Yes, and no father.
- So?
- There was a kid in that apartment.
I just know.
There must be some documentation.
- Child Protective Services, hospitals...
- I guess you'll have to research, huh?
I know it sounds strange,
but I can't right now.
Could you do it for me?
Please?
That feels so good...
OK.
Just for you.
Hello, you've reached Doreen Martens.
Leave a message after the beep.
Doreen, it's Blochin.
I have to talk to you.
About Garbo.
Call me back.
Shit.
Hello.
Blochin, we have an appointment.
Yes, Mrs. Blochin. Follow me,
the doctor's expecting you.
- Bad sign.
- What?
That we don't have to wait.
Magda?
Why don't you see if there really is
something about that supposed kid...
The one Blochin keeps talking about...
Oh, yes.
That kid. No problem.
Good.
There's an old buddy
from the drug squad, Ayubu.
I need to talk to him for a sec.
Is that OK?
- Thanks for waiting. It took a bit longer.
- No problem.
Is your sweetheart OK?
- What do you know about Toto and Garbo?
- Toto's been off limits for a while.
Organized crime, they say.
But that's nuts, no way.
- Garbo said something about a big deal.
- I checked it out.
Word on the street is that he's fishing
in Ahmed's territory. Drugs from Afghanistan.
Afghanistan?
- How'd he get into that?
- No idea.
But if I find out,
you'll be the first to know.
Garbo disappeared.
Dropped off the face of the earth.
If you catch Garbo,
I need to talk to him alone first.
- Really alone. Before you detain him.
- Why?
Please.
See you.
- No TV crews today.
- They all got their stories with the first group.
Nobody cares
about the Afghans today.
I'll check on the bus.
They won't fit in a minivan. Oh...
- What?
- There's a problem at passport control.
Someone came who's not on the list.
- Who's not on the list?
- The baby.
The baby?
Good evening.
I'm Katrin Steinbrenner.
Welcome, in the name
of Berlin's Senator of the Interior.
Arian Jahani.
Our daughter was born five days ago.
I already reported it in Kabul.
Don't worry. We won't welcome you here
in Germany without your baby. I promise.
What a cutie.
Congratulations.
- Lieutenant!
- Hey, sweetie. You doing OK?
- Lieutenant.
- Blochin.
- What's for dinner?
- Leg of lamb, Moroccan-style.
Dad wants to use up the spices
we bought in Marrakesh last year.
I see.
Hi.
- Room for one more out here?
- Sure.
- There's news, right?
- Yes.
OK, so...
What did the doctor say?
The long-established multiple sclerosis
has now entered a new, progressed state.
Progressed huh?
What's that mean?
That means the episodes
will happen more often and last longer.
And... after the episodes,
I might have symptoms
that will severely limit me
and might not be curable.
Such as?
Coordination problems,
cognitive impairment...
lack of motivation,
depression...
Just... examples.
Dinner's ready!
Let's go inside.
Blochin worked his ass off
for this leg of lamb.
Try again with your eyes closed.
Hello!
No peeking.
Clearly strawberry.
- Strawberry.
- Tastes like strawberry?
- Yes.
- But only very briefly, right?
If real strawberries were in there,
the taste would last longer.
The food industry does that to make us
eat more and more of the sweet stuff,
so that little kids
get tummy aches at night!
- That's your job now?
- No, my job is to analyze that stuff.
I track down the cheaters
and write about them in the newspapers.
I'm actually a detective,
like your dad and the Lieutenant.
- Why's your name "Lieutenant"?
- It's not, that's just what your dad calls me.
He used to be a cop in America.
In Quantico, with the FBI.
Whoa.
Unbelievable.
Bungartz wants me on patrol
because of those damn sprayers.
Oh, well...
- I should be going.
- I'll go with you.
That's what they taught you, right?
Never go to a crime scene alone.
- Ciao, sweetheart.
- Good night, little mouse.
I didn't have to come,
but sometimes I can't take it.
I try to look at Inka like she's not sick,
but I just can't.
I'd give my fucking right arm
to make her well again.
But nobody wants my right arm.
You're doing fine.
Inka loves you, and as long
as you're there, everything's fine.
Yeah?
Yes.
Magda?
Got a second?
Excuse me.
- Find out anything about the kid?
- There is no kid.
No documentation, nothing at that address,
nothing under Torsten "Toto" Hoins.
The neighbors don't remember a kid,
CPA, school board, nothing.
- He didn't have a kid, Blochin.
- Yes, he did.
Thanks, Magda.
- Doreen?
- Hello.
Hi.
Can I see you?
Doreen?
- Thanks for telling me where you are.
- I know what game Garbo's playing with you.
- I don't think it's fair.
- You know where he is?
No.
I have to find him before he pulls
any more stupid stunts.
You mean before he puts you under the knife?
I know about the video.
That's not cool.
The people he's dealing with
will kill him if we don't help him.
- You want to help him?
- Yes.
We used to grow veggies here. Crazy, huh?
Garbo, Toto, you, me.
And that David guy.
You remember him, David?
"Weapons David"?
- He could tell any tank by its...
- I know. David Simon.
- What about him?
- He does business in Afghanistan now.
Tea, spices, guns.
Garbo always got along with him.
But last year they came up with a plan...
Smuggling drugs out of Afghanistan?
- Yes.
Hidden in the military's
fancy Transall planes.
I have to go inside.
You're not invited.
Doreen, I did some math. Did Toto visit you
when you were in physical therapy?
I'm still looking for Toto's kid.
He's gone.
Is it your kid?
I thought you were here
because of Garbo.
I have to find that kid
before somebody hurts him.
- Is it Garbo's kid?
- Garbo didn't even know...
There is no kid!
No!
I didn't know what to do.
No one knew I was pregnant.
Just Toto.
We delivered the baby in the forest.
He promised he'd throw it in the lake.
He promised...
And then suddenly,
three weeks ago, he showed up with it.
Because the kid needs
his real mom, he said.
I sent them both to hell.
The annual staff outing for 2015!
- Fuck that.
- Come on.
To improve internal communication.
It'll be great. Dominik?
- Whatever makes you happy.
- Paintball!
Dominik, can we talk?
Why?
Is Berlin's Senator of the Interior back?
Do we need to hand out
more parking tickets?
Fender?
- What's up with the Celik murder case?
- That's why I'm here.
Have a seat.
Someone at the club took a picture
with their phone.
Shortly after the shooting.
Your brother-in-law's
involved in this somehow.
Maybe he shot the undercover agent.
And the guy next to Ahmed,
Gerhard "Garbo" Varganas,
was doing drug deals
with the late Torsten Hoins.
And who finds his body all by himself?
Blochin.
Why'd the Feds take Hoins
off our hands?
Never mind that. What interests me is that
Blochin's up to his neck in drug trafficking.
Maybe he's Ahmed's mole,
or he's using you and your sister as cover...
- Don't you think that's interesting?
- If you suspect Blochin, arrest him.
No, I need more evidence against him.
So no independent investigations until then.
Keep your eyes peeled
and keep us posted. Dominik...
You have my full confidence.
- Lieutenant?
- Blochin...
- What are you doing?
- Shopping. And you?
- Paperwork.
- That's important too.
- Anything else I can do for you?
-No.
- See you tomorrow at roll call.
- OK, boss.
David?
Garbo, shit!
Stop it!
- What do you want?
- Shit, I want to help you!
- Your service weapon.
- Why?
Put it on the shelf. You didn't come here
to arrest me, did you, officer?
We're acting like enemies.
I was at your mother's funeral!
Don't talk to me about my mother!
Or about old times! Put that on!
- Forget it.
- Do it!
You can't bring back the past.
I realized that too.
Is that why you became a cop, huh?
Because you stabbed that guy?
Maybe.
That sadistic asshole?
He tortured those girls so badly,
one jumped out a window!
You held him while I stabbed him.
That was an execution.
"Execution"!
So now you want the video
to save your nice little cop life?
Go ahead, lie to me.
Tell me again you're my friend,
that you're on my side.
I can count on you, because you're my friend.
Come on, lie to me!
I'm not lying to you.
I'm on your side and we're going to do this.
I don't believe you.
If the cops ever get me,
they'll get that video five minutes later.
Got it?
We need to find this man.
Everything I know about him is in here.
He's an old friend of Blochin's,
so we're keeping him out of this for now,
just like the big boss.
- Bungartz? Why?
- Because I say so, my young Padawan.
- Anyone got a problem with that?
- Why keep Bungartz out of the loop?
Since when are you
in love with Bungartz?
Why keep it a secret?
It's our asses on the line too.
And so close to retirement...
Right, Dankwart?
All right.
This Garbo guy probably killed
our colleague Celik the night before last.
Do Fender and Homicide 5
know about this guy?
Bungartz is playing
Homicide 5 against us.
Haven't you noticed
how tight-lipped they've been?
- Like they're keeping something from us.
- So, we go find this Garbo guy.
And then
we'll clean up this dump.
- Finally!
- Sorry.
What the hell? I wait for half an hour!
I'm standing here like a cheap whore!
- What's that?
- Slipped on a banana peel.
- You're wearing that to my house?
- What? It covers the knees.
- You don't like it?
- Super.
Grille?
Where's Mom?
- What's going on?
- She had a breakdown.
- Did you call a doctor?
- She didn't want me to.
This is Conchita,
your Spanish tutor.
Hola.
- What happened to Dad's face?
- He... walked into a lamp post.
He's an idiot.
- What are you doing ?
- They'll burn up out there.
- Grille said you had a breakdown.
- I just felt a little faint.
Why didn't you call a doctor?
Or me?
Blochin, I have MS.
I'm going to feel faint
or pass out regularly.
What are you going to do?
Call a doctor every time?
Get a nurse to watch my every move?
- Baby, leave those flowers alone...
- I'm fine!
OK.
We'll do it your way.
Dominik called.
He asked me where you were,
what you're doing.
I couldn't answer him.
What's that?
Anything to say ?
There are a few problems, but nothing
I can't handle. It's under control.
You have nothing under control.
Nothing.
We have nothing under control.
We're going to the organic food store.
What's "vegetable" in Spanish?
Patata.
Almost right.
99 points, OK?
Your daughter's good,
she has talent.
How do you say in German...
"She's a natural."
- How's your wife?
- Better.
I'll go shopping with you.
- Have you really been to jail?
- Yes, I have.
- Let's not talk about that.
- Why not? It's true.
And your dad's the one
who put me there.
- How was it?
- I'll tell you what happened after jail, OK?
- Magda? What's up?
- Hi, I'm in Toto's old apartment building.
I checked the reports again,
before the Feds took over, and...
There's a Grit Josephi
with a two-year old child here.
- So?
- The records say she doesn't have a child.
And what does she say?
I talked to her.
She keeps contradicting herself.
I'd bet my still-luscious butt
that it's Toto's kid.
Toto had a secret child
and Grit helped raise him.
And...
God knows you need help doing that!
- Will you detain her?
- Of course.
OK, I'll call you later.
OK.
Do me a favor.
Take Grille home. Now.
- Sure.
- Dad, who are those guys?
Old friends. I'll be right there.
- Your mom likes chocolate, right?
- Yes. And ice cream.
- Blochin, what's this stuff you're pulling?
- Ahmed.
We always got along
when you were on the drug squad.
- What do you want?
- Your coworkers annoy me.
They think I offed the undercover cop.
Tell them Garbo shot him
because you offed Toto.
What?
Me stab Toto?
Because those two cocksuckers
were bragging about a deal in Afghanistan?
What a bunch of shit.
Toto was crying to me last week about
pulling out of the big deal in the Hindu Kush.
Yes, maybe Garbo killed him.
- I'll ask him when I see him.
- But you hardly ever see him, right?
Because you don't know where he is.
I've been tracking his car
ever since he started talking shit.
"Keep your friends close
but keep your enemies closer."
Great, what do you want from me?
Go and get him, tiger.
And then what? Kill a cop killer?
No, that'll just cause more trouble.
I think you should take care of that.
I think Garbo's a bigger problem
for you than he is for me.
You didn't want him to shoot that snitch,
I saw that.
Solve the Garbo problem, OK?
So your colleagues will leave me alone.
Or I'll set you up.
I've kept my mouth shut so far.
But now I want something in return.
ENJOYING THOSE OYSTERS?
What the hell?
- Can we step away from the window?
- That's up to you.
We're feeling dramatic, I get it.
My brother-in-law's getting pulled
into some shit with police and politics.
- I want to know what it's about.
- You seem to know it's just bullshit.
Stop playing games.
We're not here to fuck.
Why'd you sic the Feds on Torsten Hoins
and why is everyone keeping it under wraps?
Fine. We can go in and discuss this
in front of Berlin's Senator and his voters.
It's OK.
He's a friend.
- Listen, sweetie, I...
- Blah, blah, blah...
Cut the bullshit.
The dead dealer, Toto Hoins, supplied drugs
to a Federal Minister's daughter.
You guys knew that?
We supported it. That way
we had that crazy girl under control.
We knew when she got her stuff,
how much and from whom.
Why are you dealing with them?
That's Federal Government, you're Berlin.
You know you're screwing
an ambitious woman, right?
Which Minister?
Don't overdo it, OK?
You have a cigarette?
Various political forces believe
that the drug problems
of this self-declared anarchist,
aka the Minister's daughter,
would be journalistically inopportune
at this juncture.
Journal... what?
You know I'm a little slow.
What do you mean?
They don't want the connection between Toto
and the Minister's daughter to become public.
That's why they're not investigating.
You're preventing our investigation because
a Federal Minister's daughter gets high?
I'd really like to eat
those excellent oysters now.
- Will I see you next week?
- You bet.
- Yes?
- It's Dominik. Where are you?
On my way home.
- And you?
- Did you find Garbo?
No, he vanished into thin air.
What do we want from him anyway?
Do you trust me?
Of course.
Then don't ask.
You're still here?
She's asleep.
Finally.
She should have gone to sleep
a long time ago. Alone in her bed.
- Where's Inka?
- She's sleeping too.
- Where have you been?
- Thinking.
Thank you.
Don't you want to come to bed?
You're right.
I have nothing under control.
Go to my brother.
You can trust him.
I've seen you do better.
Sometimes I lack focus.
This had better be important.
- I don't really want to tell you more.
- You're pretty but you think too much.
Dominik saved me once
when I was in trouble with a woman.
- Oh yes? What kind of trouble?
- It's not important.
- But he gave me 48 hours to take care of it.
- That's touching. Really.
But I want to know
why you wanted to see me.
Dominik told us to cover
for Blochin behind your back.
Round up Ahmed.
Bring him here.
Now!
- Yes?
- Hey, Blochin.
We found a kilo of crude opium
in a plane from Afghanistan.
It was to be delivered within hours.
Garbo will be surprised when he shows up.
We have his buddy, David Simon.
Ayubu, don't arrest Garbo.
I have to talk to him first.
Sorry, buddy, can't do that anymore.
The whole thing got too big.
We have to do it the official way.
Blochin?
And when Toto came back with the baby,
he needed help, right?
Of course.
He didn't know anything about kids.
And he was glad you helped him out.
He was a big bear, completely clueless.
You know what to do when a baby
has colic and screams all night?
Turn on the vacuum cleaner.
He panicked.
He wanted to love the baby,
but had no idea how.
He only ever loved the mother.
And when you found the dead man
in his place, you took the boy to protect him.
Yes.
Know what that is, Ms. Josephi?
A blood analysis of the crime scene.
There's your blood.
Lots of it on Toto's body
and on the knife we found in the yard.
Show me your hands.
Come on now.
You cut yourself
while stabbing him, right?
He told me...
the mother wanted to drown him in a lake.
And he wanted to take him to her.
He can't do that, right?
I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Toto Hoins, Ms. Josephi.
You have the right to remain silent,
you have the right to an attorney...
Good morning.
- Is that Toto's kid?
- Yes, with a Child Protective Services lady.
His neighbor stabbed him.
It wasn't "organized crime" at all.
Tommy? Tommy...
I'll be right back.
Right back...
Tommy!
- I need your help.
- Why should I help you?
You just lie to me anyway.
I know where Garbo is.
The drug squad's about to arrest him.
If we get to him first,
we can save something.
- Save what?
- Me. He's blackmailing me.
- How?
- There's this video...
Before I became a cop,
I was involved in prostitution,
illegal prostitution.
I was present when a guy
got stabbed to death.
He was a pig.
He tortured some of our girls.
Did you kill him?
- He deserved it.
- That's not what I asked.
Did you kill him?
Yes.
Come and see this.
Where's Garbo?
You sing:
"Vosotros cantais."
Very good.
And "they sing..."
Now from the start...
"I sing".
"She sings."
- OK. "We sing..."
- I'll take out the trash.
He's left the city.
That's him.
The military airbase is close by.
Blochin, where are you?
Why don't you answer the phone?
Call me back. Quickly.
It's an emergency. Call me.
Just so you know...
that was for Inka.
- Answer it.
- Why?
You need to pick up.
Yes, Conchita?
What?
Room 413.
I'll take care of Grille.
What's wrong, huh?
Why aren't you with Mom?
It's too boring.
- You're not worried though, are you?
- Yes.
- Look, see all those lights?
- Yes.
- Know what that means?
- No.
That everything will be OK.
Inka, I...
What do you want, huh?
Ahmed testified.
How'd you know we were here?
A man always knows
what the wife's up to.
Blochin, I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of special agent Dhagan Celik...
And?
It's not looking good.
Bungartz pressured Ahmed.
They're framing you
for killing that undercover agent.
And on top of that...
Ahmed's bodyguard
came out of his coma.
And after talking to his lawyer,
he confirmed Ahmed's story.
How's Inka?
Get me out of here.
How am I supposed to do that?
Either you get me out of here
or I'll get you in here.
BERLIN, 2015
The Living and the Dead
Your phone keeps ringing.
- We need air conditioning.
- You said it's bad for the environment.
I don't care.
I can't sleep in this damn heat.
Turn off your phone.
- Your phone's annoying.
- I'll get it.
It'll start ringing again anyway.
- You OK?
- Tummy ache.
From the nuts. I told you.
Nuts make me fart,
they don't make my belly hurt.
Mom!
Yes?
Blochin, come over to Toto's.
Now. Please.
- What?
- It's important...
Conchita? Calm down.
- Where are you?
-At Toto's. Come over, please!
- You want a hot water bottle?
- Yes.
- Yes?
- And tea. And ice cream.
Just tea for now, OK?
Peppermint?
- I don't know him, sorry.
- He was your neighbor, Ms. Josephi.
Really?
- Upstairs?
- Right next door.
- Blochin.
- Lieutenant.
What's with the champagne, Dankwart?
My youngest son graduated high school.
Let's have a toast.
The one I busted with a joint?
Good morning.
Look, Magda.
Our graffiti sprayers have struck again.
- How many cars now?
- Over 500.
Good morning.
- Where's the kid?
- No idea. Didn't even know Toto had one.
- "Toto"?
- I used to know him.
Is that the dead guy?
Yes, Torsten "Toto" Hoins.
Dealer. We have a big file on him.
He was on the sofa, multiple stab wounds.
No knife found and nothing about a kid.
And as usual, you didn't bother
telling anyone before picking up the body?
- Dankwart, get rid of the booze.
- Come on, his kid just graduated.
Do I have to read you the rules
about drinking on duty?
- "Addendum to the Rules of Procedure..."
- Magda.
Find out who this kid was
and where he came from.
Nanette. Hello?
You and Dankwart
question the neighbors.
- Who called you?
- Conchita Alonzo. Spanish.
Moved to Germany six years ago.
Casual junkie, casual hooker.
Nothin major,
I'll go see her if that's OK.
- Should I join you?
- No, I know her well. Former informant.
Nice friends, Blochin.
Yorik, we're going
to look at Torsten Horns' file.
Your brother-in-law's
a pain in the ass.
- How are you?
- Great.
No, Conchita's not there.
She's in Elena's room.
This is Blochin.
Now everything will be OK.
Come on.
- What happened?
- Nothing. It's OK.
- She needs to go to the hospital.
- No, no. She can't.
She has no residence permit.
Don't worry, honey.
- I'll send someone to look at the injury.
- But no cops, OK?
- What happened last night?
- We went to Toto's.
We needed something
that helps you forget.
- I thought you were clean.
- Not for me. I swear, Blochin. For Elena.
She had an abortion.
- And then?
- We went in, the door was open.
Toto was in the living room on the sofa,
all bloody, with a knife in his stomach.
- I pulled it out.
- You what?
I wanted to help him.
But he was already dead.
- You were scared when you called.
- Two men came into the apartment.
We hid in the bathroom.
They heard us and came banging
on the door like crazy men, you know?
- They said they were police.
- Police?
They were yelling,
"Police! Open up!"
- But I didn't believe them.
- Why not?
They didn't turn on the light.
They came in like shadows.
Why?
I don't want that anymore,
you know that.
Because of your wife?
Because of her multiple...
- Multiple sclerosis.
- Yes. The devil will keep that in mind.
Blochin...
- Toto was your friend, right?
- For a while, yes. Take care.
A friend isn't for a while.
A friend is forever!
- And how are you?
- Tired. Three hours of sleep isn't enough.
I'm too old for that.
- You always say that.
- What?
That you're getting old.
You say that too much.
- It's not sexy.
- You think I'm not sexy?
No. And as long as you can do it
three times in a row, you're not old either.
- Parent-teacher conference tonight.
- 9:00 pm. I'll be there.
-I have to go.
- Yes. Say hi.
- To who?
- My brother.
Do I have to say hi to the Lieutenant
every time we talk about screwing?
- I love you.
-I love you too.
Hey, Dominik...
Berlin's Senator of the Interior will talk about
the graffiti sprayer problem in one hour.
- How is that our business?
- It's the tax-paying voters' cars.
What happened this morning?
Is Blochin going it alone again?
Watch your brother-in-law.
Sure, I'll round up a firing squad.
OK, Bungartz?
Yes, Nanette?
You should've stuck around.
The Feds showed up
and took us off the case.
"International organized crime" they call it,
so it's their job.
Federal Police going
after a small-time dealer?
They don't look like Feds.
More like secret service.
OK. I'll talk to Bungartz.
I don't believe it.
Big old Garbo. They look up to you
like you're Chuck Norris.
I ham it up to distract from my belly.
- How are you, Blochin?
- Good, can't complain.
"Good, can't complain?"
Is that cop talk?
Lieutenant?
- Where are you?
- Investigating Hoins' murder.
You can stop.
The Feds took over.
- Organized Crime is looking into it.
- What does Toto have to do with them?
If you don't know,
I sure don't have a clue.
- What about the kid at Toto's place?
- Nobody's seen one. Or nobody remembers.
But a kid was definitely living there.
He could've been a sicko
who jerked off in kids' clothes.
He wasn't.
There has to be DNA or something.
I'm sure the Feds will find it.
Come home, son, we miss you.
Problem?
I'm looking for Doreen.
- Is she in trouble?
- I just want to talk. She still work here?
Here? No.
Not for years,
since her motorcycle accident.
- She works at the BodyTech Center.
- BodyTech?
Down by City Hall.
Check it out. It's the new hot shit.
- And Doreen and I...
- Really? And Doreen and Toto?
That ended a long time ago.
- Do you ever see him?
- Once in a while. Why?
He's dead.
- What happened?
- Can't tell you yet...
Bullshit.
Don't give me that cop shit.
Who saved your ass from those
Hansa Rostock soccer hooligans that time?
Who?
I saved your ass just as many times.
Want them to see this?
I see you're not thrilled with the decision,
and I understand that.
Elections are coming up.
Not here in Berlin, but...
- There's always some election somewhere.
- That's right!
You know what I mean.
Anyway, these graffiti sprayers aren't
what the homicide squad normally handles.
But every night these thugs
are destroying cars,
and thus the manhood
of a lot of guys out there.
So we need your support.
And if... sorry.
I have to take this.
It's the mayor.
So, you heard the Senator.
We have to get those sprayers.
Everything else has to wait.
Yes?
I have a question.
We have new leads in the case of
the baby buggy vandalism in Prenzlauer Berg.
Every day we have hundreds of innocent
screaming kids, covered in soy milk...
Shouldn't we focus on that?
They're future voters, after all.
Thank you for raising a valid point, Mr...
Stötzner, Dominik Stötzner.
Chief of Homicide Division 7.
I'll make a note of that,
Chief Homicide Detective Stötzner.
Hidden in this suit are 16 electrodes.
Current pulses cause muscle contractions
at selected points, which lead to...
One moment, please.
Our first shop was around the corner.
An old laundromat.
Garbo and I bought it for peanuts.
- "Babette's Massage Parlor".
- Oh, the girls did massages too?
Now they peddle lattes over there.
Some people get off on those too.
- What happened to your leg?
- Motorcycle accident.
With Toto?
No, that was over for a long time by then.
With Garbo.
We were on a straight country road.
He told me to cover his eyes.
Typical Garbo.
Macho antics, but what a cutie.
I spent a year in physical therapy.
Down south.
Garbo was fine. Just a few scratches.
I probably shouldn't have come back.
That's what I think sometimes.
Doreen...
Toto's dead.
- How'd he die?
- Someone stabbed him.
Well, it wasn't me.
A kid was living with him.
The kid disappeared.
We can't find the mother either.
Any idea whose kid it is?
No, we didn't have much contact recently.
I have to get back to work.
Go see Garbo.
He'd like that.
Come on, David, get up!
The junk'll be here in three days.
You asshole.
Toto's not even six feet under yet.
Soup, honey?
We'll have trouble with distribution.
Those were Toto's contacts.
Blochin has to help us then.
He's got some nerve.
Shows up after 15 years
to say that Toto's dead.
- Probably thinks I did it, fucking cop.
- Leave Blochin alone.
- At least he managed to get out.
- And we didn't?
You talk such crap sometimes.
You have to eat, sweetheart.
Turn it off.
That won't bring him back.
Today, the first immigrants
arrived in Berlin from Kabul...
- Where did you find this?
- The basement.
...from Afghanistan to Germany,
refugees from the Taliban.
Maybe Arian's one of them.
Or maybe he's coming with the next wave.
- Who's Arian?
- A friend from Kabul.
- His family provides the opium.
- You just gave me a great idea.
They say younger students benefit
from being mentored by older students,
but aren't teachers just
using them to do their job?
They learn from each other.
It's important when they do project work.
I'm in favor of inter-year coursework.
The concept sounds good,
but it doesn't really work...
I HAVE TO SEE YOU. TONIGHT!!!
GARBO
- Everything OK?
- Yes.
Any other questions?
If not, then please sign the lists.
- OK, I have a question.
- Yes?
- The Spanish teacher...
- Dr. Weber.
Can we replace him?
Dr. Weber's one of the most
respected teachers at this school...
Grille's scared of him.
And she doesn't scare easily.
So that means he's not a good teacher.
It's hard to learn when you're scared.
What?
I'm sure Grille wouldn't
be so scared if she studied more.
Or she's reacting
against him subconsciously.
Then we'll get her a good tutor.
A tutor? She's nine.
I have an idea.
A Spanish lady.
Super nice.
Grille would like her.
- You know her from work?
- Yes.
- Which side is she on?
- She's good or I wouldn't bring her up.
I'll take you home,
I have to do something.
Come on, pedal to the metal!
Nanette?
I just got a call
from a woman who lives...
Hold on.
Dankwart, we only have that
one laptop, you can't take it every night!
Buy your grandkid his own, cheapskate!
You OK?
A woman from the building where
Blochin found the dead dealer called.
She wanted to give me
her perpetrator profile.
- That's a bunch of crap.
- I know. Wait, Dankwart!
But when I asked her if she told the Feds,
she said they didn't even question her.
So I checked and found out
they didn't question anyone in the building.
Yes, the whole involvement
of the Federal Police is strange.
OK then...
Go home, it's late.
See you tomorrow.
They're sweating, but not
due to Berlin's temperatures.
Sprayer gangs are striking almost daily,
defacing cars, buildings, even whole blocks.
Residents are blaming Berlin's Senator
of the Interior for the continuing problem.
Demands for greater police presence
and security are on the rise...
What was up with the immature antics
this morning?
Immature?
Me or the Senator of the Interior?
He puts the homicide squad on patrol duty
just because some kids are...
Two nights in a row.
Are we getting serious?
Don't flatter yourself.
My husband's in Bonn with the kids,
might as well use the time.
Too bad. I thought I had
someone in my life now
who waits for me to come home
and asks me how my day was.
Here's your beer, my dear.
- So how was your day, honey?
- Nothing special, buttercup.
A dead dealer in the morning,
taken off our hands
by the Feds at lunchtime.
It's strange though, they're not
investigating the case because...
But you knew all that already, right?
- Excuse me?
- Your eyes didn't move.
People blink when
they receive new information,
indicating that they're processing the news.
You didn't blink.
Come to bed, super cop.
What do you know about it?
I know the Feds took over
the case of Thorsten "Toto" Hoins.
And how do you know that?
It was my idea.
And that's the last thing
I'll say about that, got it?
Honey bunny?
So how about it?
You coming to bed or not?
- It's Blochin. You busy?
- I'm at Mandingo, reading.
"The History of the Japanese-
Chinese Railroad Company."
I have a job for you.
- Yes? Who do I have to screw?
- No, something reputable this time.
You want to become reputable.
Right, princesa?
For you, I'd do anything, sweetie.
Even become reputable.
Hey, Blochin, dude!
Finally!
- How are you?
- Super.
- You remembered where this place was?
- Sure.
What the hell is that?
- My new trailer.
- Trailer?
Yeah! In the full movie,
you slashed that guy's throat back then.
- I watched Doreen erase that shit.
- Yes, but I made a copy before she did.
What an asshole.
Toto's dead.
I need your help, dude.
We're going to pull a stunt.
A big one. You and me.
You and me, man.
Just like the old days.
So you blackmail me?
That's the old days?
No blackmail. I just want you
to serve and protect me, officer.
- What kind of deal is it?
- First class. Prime cut.
Drugs, huh? Still drugs?
Yes, but no more selling little bags
to junkies in public shithouses.
I'm playing in the premiere league now.
What's Ahmed doing here?
What do you think?
Celebrating because he offed Toto.
Ahmed?
Hey!
Garbo!
Drop the gun, man!
Two for one, got it, Ahmed?
Two for Toto, quid pro quo.
If you want a war, I'm ready.
Put the gun down.
Blochin, what are you doing here?
What are you doing?
- You ever think about it?
- About what?
Oh, that. Argentina.
The farm and the horses.
- Sure I do.
- You never talk about it anymore.
There's been so much going on lately.
- I'm scared of tomorrow.
- Why?
- I have a doctor's appointment.
- Of course.
Sorry, baby.
It was just a really tough night.
Something's wrong.
The last episode was so long.
I don't get it.
We can't let it get to us.
We've done such a good job so far.
We have it under control.
The heat wave continues
in Brandenburg and Berlin...
Look, Dad. Here!
How was the parent-teacher conference?
Good.
I mean, what did they say about me?
Everything's OK.
Just Spanish really.
I told you 100 times,
it's not me, it's that stupid teacher.
- That stupid teacher?
- That stupid teacher.
I got you a tutor.
Conchita, she's Spanish.
- She's a cool chick.
- Where'd you meet her?
- At work.
- Has she been to jail?
Just for a little while.
You've probably all heard...
Nanette?
Last night, an officer of ours was shot
at a club in Kreuzberg.
He was working undercover
as Ahmed Ahmadschad's right hand.
- One of the drug kings in Kotti.
- And in Wedding, Friedrichshain, etc.
A second guy, Ahmed's bodyguard,
is in a coma.
It's not our case,
Fender and Homicide 5 are handling it,
but keeping your eyes peeled can't hurt.
I knew him.
I trained Dhagan.
Good kid.
The bastard who killed him
will pay, I promise.
We're off the Torsten Hoins case,
as you know.
- And the kid?
- There is no kid.
- There was a nursery...
- Yes, you all saw the nursery!
- Are you deaf? No kid!
- The Feds are dealing with it.
- You didn't have enough time...
- Yorik's right!
The Feds are dealing with it.
We're out. Right?
Magda?
Hey, listen...
- You have a kid, right?
- Yes, and no father.
- So?
- There was a kid in that apartment.
I just know.
There must be some documentation.
- Child Protective Services, hospitals...
- I guess you'll have to research, huh?
I know it sounds strange,
but I can't right now.
Could you do it for me?
Please?
That feels so good...
OK.
Just for you.
Hello, you've reached Doreen Martens.
Leave a message after the beep.
Doreen, it's Blochin.
I have to talk to you.
About Garbo.
Call me back.
Shit.
Hello.
Blochin, we have an appointment.
Yes, Mrs. Blochin. Follow me,
the doctor's expecting you.
- Bad sign.
- What?
That we don't have to wait.
Magda?
Why don't you see if there really is
something about that supposed kid...
The one Blochin keeps talking about...
Oh, yes.
That kid. No problem.
Good.
There's an old buddy
from the drug squad, Ayubu.
I need to talk to him for a sec.
Is that OK?
- Thanks for waiting. It took a bit longer.
- No problem.
Is your sweetheart OK?
- What do you know about Toto and Garbo?
- Toto's been off limits for a while.
Organized crime, they say.
But that's nuts, no way.
- Garbo said something about a big deal.
- I checked it out.
Word on the street is that he's fishing
in Ahmed's territory. Drugs from Afghanistan.
Afghanistan?
- How'd he get into that?
- No idea.
But if I find out,
you'll be the first to know.
Garbo disappeared.
Dropped off the face of the earth.
If you catch Garbo,
I need to talk to him alone first.
- Really alone. Before you detain him.
- Why?
Please.
See you.
- No TV crews today.
- They all got their stories with the first group.
Nobody cares
about the Afghans today.
I'll check on the bus.
They won't fit in a minivan. Oh...
- What?
- There's a problem at passport control.
Someone came who's not on the list.
- Who's not on the list?
- The baby.
The baby?
Good evening.
I'm Katrin Steinbrenner.
Welcome, in the name
of Berlin's Senator of the Interior.
Arian Jahani.
Our daughter was born five days ago.
I already reported it in Kabul.
Don't worry. We won't welcome you here
in Germany without your baby. I promise.
What a cutie.
Congratulations.
- Lieutenant!
- Hey, sweetie. You doing OK?
- Lieutenant.
- Blochin.
- What's for dinner?
- Leg of lamb, Moroccan-style.
Dad wants to use up the spices
we bought in Marrakesh last year.
I see.
Hi.
- Room for one more out here?
- Sure.
- There's news, right?
- Yes.
OK, so...
What did the doctor say?
The long-established multiple sclerosis
has now entered a new, progressed state.
Progressed huh?
What's that mean?
That means the episodes
will happen more often and last longer.
And... after the episodes,
I might have symptoms
that will severely limit me
and might not be curable.
Such as?
Coordination problems,
cognitive impairment...
lack of motivation,
depression...
Just... examples.
Dinner's ready!
Let's go inside.
Blochin worked his ass off
for this leg of lamb.
Try again with your eyes closed.
Hello!
No peeking.
Clearly strawberry.
- Strawberry.
- Tastes like strawberry?
- Yes.
- But only very briefly, right?
If real strawberries were in there,
the taste would last longer.
The food industry does that to make us
eat more and more of the sweet stuff,
so that little kids
get tummy aches at night!
- That's your job now?
- No, my job is to analyze that stuff.
I track down the cheaters
and write about them in the newspapers.
I'm actually a detective,
like your dad and the Lieutenant.
- Why's your name "Lieutenant"?
- It's not, that's just what your dad calls me.
He used to be a cop in America.
In Quantico, with the FBI.
Whoa.
Unbelievable.
Bungartz wants me on patrol
because of those damn sprayers.
Oh, well...
- I should be going.
- I'll go with you.
That's what they taught you, right?
Never go to a crime scene alone.
- Ciao, sweetheart.
- Good night, little mouse.
I didn't have to come,
but sometimes I can't take it.
I try to look at Inka like she's not sick,
but I just can't.
I'd give my fucking right arm
to make her well again.
But nobody wants my right arm.
You're doing fine.
Inka loves you, and as long
as you're there, everything's fine.
Yeah?
Yes.
Magda?
Got a second?
Excuse me.
- Find out anything about the kid?
- There is no kid.
No documentation, nothing at that address,
nothing under Torsten "Toto" Hoins.
The neighbors don't remember a kid,
CPA, school board, nothing.
- He didn't have a kid, Blochin.
- Yes, he did.
Thanks, Magda.
- Doreen?
- Hello.
Hi.
Can I see you?
Doreen?
- Thanks for telling me where you are.
- I know what game Garbo's playing with you.
- I don't think it's fair.
- You know where he is?
No.
I have to find him before he pulls
any more stupid stunts.
You mean before he puts you under the knife?
I know about the video.
That's not cool.
The people he's dealing with
will kill him if we don't help him.
- You want to help him?
- Yes.
We used to grow veggies here. Crazy, huh?
Garbo, Toto, you, me.
And that David guy.
You remember him, David?
"Weapons David"?
- He could tell any tank by its...
- I know. David Simon.
- What about him?
- He does business in Afghanistan now.
Tea, spices, guns.
Garbo always got along with him.
But last year they came up with a plan...
Smuggling drugs out of Afghanistan?
- Yes.
Hidden in the military's
fancy Transall planes.
I have to go inside.
You're not invited.
Doreen, I did some math. Did Toto visit you
when you were in physical therapy?
I'm still looking for Toto's kid.
He's gone.
Is it your kid?
I thought you were here
because of Garbo.
I have to find that kid
before somebody hurts him.
- Is it Garbo's kid?
- Garbo didn't even know...
There is no kid!
No!
I didn't know what to do.
No one knew I was pregnant.
Just Toto.
We delivered the baby in the forest.
He promised he'd throw it in the lake.
He promised...
And then suddenly,
three weeks ago, he showed up with it.
Because the kid needs
his real mom, he said.
I sent them both to hell.
The annual staff outing for 2015!
- Fuck that.
- Come on.
To improve internal communication.
It'll be great. Dominik?
- Whatever makes you happy.
- Paintball!
Dominik, can we talk?
Why?
Is Berlin's Senator of the Interior back?
Do we need to hand out
more parking tickets?
Fender?
- What's up with the Celik murder case?
- That's why I'm here.
Have a seat.
Someone at the club took a picture
with their phone.
Shortly after the shooting.
Your brother-in-law's
involved in this somehow.
Maybe he shot the undercover agent.
And the guy next to Ahmed,
Gerhard "Garbo" Varganas,
was doing drug deals
with the late Torsten Hoins.
And who finds his body all by himself?
Blochin.
Why'd the Feds take Hoins
off our hands?
Never mind that. What interests me is that
Blochin's up to his neck in drug trafficking.
Maybe he's Ahmed's mole,
or he's using you and your sister as cover...
- Don't you think that's interesting?
- If you suspect Blochin, arrest him.
No, I need more evidence against him.
So no independent investigations until then.
Keep your eyes peeled
and keep us posted. Dominik...
You have my full confidence.
- Lieutenant?
- Blochin...
- What are you doing?
- Shopping. And you?
- Paperwork.
- That's important too.
- Anything else I can do for you?
-No.
- See you tomorrow at roll call.
- OK, boss.
David?
Garbo, shit!
Stop it!
- What do you want?
- Shit, I want to help you!
- Your service weapon.
- Why?
Put it on the shelf. You didn't come here
to arrest me, did you, officer?
We're acting like enemies.
I was at your mother's funeral!
Don't talk to me about my mother!
Or about old times! Put that on!
- Forget it.
- Do it!
You can't bring back the past.
I realized that too.
Is that why you became a cop, huh?
Because you stabbed that guy?
Maybe.
That sadistic asshole?
He tortured those girls so badly,
one jumped out a window!
You held him while I stabbed him.
That was an execution.
"Execution"!
So now you want the video
to save your nice little cop life?
Go ahead, lie to me.
Tell me again you're my friend,
that you're on my side.
I can count on you, because you're my friend.
Come on, lie to me!
I'm not lying to you.
I'm on your side and we're going to do this.
I don't believe you.
If the cops ever get me,
they'll get that video five minutes later.
Got it?
We need to find this man.
Everything I know about him is in here.
He's an old friend of Blochin's,
so we're keeping him out of this for now,
just like the big boss.
- Bungartz? Why?
- Because I say so, my young Padawan.
- Anyone got a problem with that?
- Why keep Bungartz out of the loop?
Since when are you
in love with Bungartz?
Why keep it a secret?
It's our asses on the line too.
And so close to retirement...
Right, Dankwart?
All right.
This Garbo guy probably killed
our colleague Celik the night before last.
Do Fender and Homicide 5
know about this guy?
Bungartz is playing
Homicide 5 against us.
Haven't you noticed
how tight-lipped they've been?
- Like they're keeping something from us.
- So, we go find this Garbo guy.
And then
we'll clean up this dump.
- Finally!
- Sorry.
What the hell? I wait for half an hour!
I'm standing here like a cheap whore!
- What's that?
- Slipped on a banana peel.
- You're wearing that to my house?
- What? It covers the knees.
- You don't like it?
- Super.
Grille?
Where's Mom?
- What's going on?
- She had a breakdown.
- Did you call a doctor?
- She didn't want me to.
This is Conchita,
your Spanish tutor.
Hola.
- What happened to Dad's face?
- He... walked into a lamp post.
He's an idiot.
- What are you doing ?
- They'll burn up out there.
- Grille said you had a breakdown.
- I just felt a little faint.
Why didn't you call a doctor?
Or me?
Blochin, I have MS.
I'm going to feel faint
or pass out regularly.
What are you going to do?
Call a doctor every time?
Get a nurse to watch my every move?
- Baby, leave those flowers alone...
- I'm fine!
OK.
We'll do it your way.
Dominik called.
He asked me where you were,
what you're doing.
I couldn't answer him.
What's that?
Anything to say ?
There are a few problems, but nothing
I can't handle. It's under control.
You have nothing under control.
Nothing.
We have nothing under control.
We're going to the organic food store.
What's "vegetable" in Spanish?
Patata.
Almost right.
99 points, OK?
Your daughter's good,
she has talent.
How do you say in German...
"She's a natural."
- How's your wife?
- Better.
I'll go shopping with you.
- Have you really been to jail?
- Yes, I have.
- Let's not talk about that.
- Why not? It's true.
And your dad's the one
who put me there.
- How was it?
- I'll tell you what happened after jail, OK?
- Magda? What's up?
- Hi, I'm in Toto's old apartment building.
I checked the reports again,
before the Feds took over, and...
There's a Grit Josephi
with a two-year old child here.
- So?
- The records say she doesn't have a child.
And what does she say?
I talked to her.
She keeps contradicting herself.
I'd bet my still-luscious butt
that it's Toto's kid.
Toto had a secret child
and Grit helped raise him.
And...
God knows you need help doing that!
- Will you detain her?
- Of course.
OK, I'll call you later.
OK.
Do me a favor.
Take Grille home. Now.
- Sure.
- Dad, who are those guys?
Old friends. I'll be right there.
- Your mom likes chocolate, right?
- Yes. And ice cream.
- Blochin, what's this stuff you're pulling?
- Ahmed.
We always got along
when you were on the drug squad.
- What do you want?
- Your coworkers annoy me.
They think I offed the undercover cop.
Tell them Garbo shot him
because you offed Toto.
What?
Me stab Toto?
Because those two cocksuckers
were bragging about a deal in Afghanistan?
What a bunch of shit.
Toto was crying to me last week about
pulling out of the big deal in the Hindu Kush.
Yes, maybe Garbo killed him.
- I'll ask him when I see him.
- But you hardly ever see him, right?
Because you don't know where he is.
I've been tracking his car
ever since he started talking shit.
"Keep your friends close
but keep your enemies closer."
Great, what do you want from me?
Go and get him, tiger.
And then what? Kill a cop killer?
No, that'll just cause more trouble.
I think you should take care of that.
I think Garbo's a bigger problem
for you than he is for me.
You didn't want him to shoot that snitch,
I saw that.
Solve the Garbo problem, OK?
So your colleagues will leave me alone.
Or I'll set you up.
I've kept my mouth shut so far.
But now I want something in return.
ENJOYING THOSE OYSTERS?
What the hell?
- Can we step away from the window?
- That's up to you.
We're feeling dramatic, I get it.
My brother-in-law's getting pulled
into some shit with police and politics.
- I want to know what it's about.
- You seem to know it's just bullshit.
Stop playing games.
We're not here to fuck.
Why'd you sic the Feds on Torsten Hoins
and why is everyone keeping it under wraps?
Fine. We can go in and discuss this
in front of Berlin's Senator and his voters.
It's OK.
He's a friend.
- Listen, sweetie, I...
- Blah, blah, blah...
Cut the bullshit.
The dead dealer, Toto Hoins, supplied drugs
to a Federal Minister's daughter.
You guys knew that?
We supported it. That way
we had that crazy girl under control.
We knew when she got her stuff,
how much and from whom.
Why are you dealing with them?
That's Federal Government, you're Berlin.
You know you're screwing
an ambitious woman, right?
Which Minister?
Don't overdo it, OK?
You have a cigarette?
Various political forces believe
that the drug problems
of this self-declared anarchist,
aka the Minister's daughter,
would be journalistically inopportune
at this juncture.
Journal... what?
You know I'm a little slow.
What do you mean?
They don't want the connection between Toto
and the Minister's daughter to become public.
That's why they're not investigating.
You're preventing our investigation because
a Federal Minister's daughter gets high?
I'd really like to eat
those excellent oysters now.
- Will I see you next week?
- You bet.
- Yes?
- It's Dominik. Where are you?
On my way home.
- And you?
- Did you find Garbo?
No, he vanished into thin air.
What do we want from him anyway?
Do you trust me?
Of course.
Then don't ask.
You're still here?
She's asleep.
Finally.
She should have gone to sleep
a long time ago. Alone in her bed.
- Where's Inka?
- She's sleeping too.
- Where have you been?
- Thinking.
Thank you.
Don't you want to come to bed?
You're right.
I have nothing under control.
Go to my brother.
You can trust him.
I've seen you do better.
Sometimes I lack focus.
This had better be important.
- I don't really want to tell you more.
- You're pretty but you think too much.
Dominik saved me once
when I was in trouble with a woman.
- Oh yes? What kind of trouble?
- It's not important.
- But he gave me 48 hours to take care of it.
- That's touching. Really.
But I want to know
why you wanted to see me.
Dominik told us to cover
for Blochin behind your back.
Round up Ahmed.
Bring him here.
Now!
- Yes?
- Hey, Blochin.
We found a kilo of crude opium
in a plane from Afghanistan.
It was to be delivered within hours.
Garbo will be surprised when he shows up.
We have his buddy, David Simon.
Ayubu, don't arrest Garbo.
I have to talk to him first.
Sorry, buddy, can't do that anymore.
The whole thing got too big.
We have to do it the official way.
Blochin?
And when Toto came back with the baby,
he needed help, right?
Of course.
He didn't know anything about kids.
And he was glad you helped him out.
He was a big bear, completely clueless.
You know what to do when a baby
has colic and screams all night?
Turn on the vacuum cleaner.
He panicked.
He wanted to love the baby,
but had no idea how.
He only ever loved the mother.
And when you found the dead man
in his place, you took the boy to protect him.
Yes.
Know what that is, Ms. Josephi?
A blood analysis of the crime scene.
There's your blood.
Lots of it on Toto's body
and on the knife we found in the yard.
Show me your hands.
Come on now.
You cut yourself
while stabbing him, right?
He told me...
the mother wanted to drown him in a lake.
And he wanted to take him to her.
He can't do that, right?
I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Toto Hoins, Ms. Josephi.
You have the right to remain silent,
you have the right to an attorney...
Good morning.
- Is that Toto's kid?
- Yes, with a Child Protective Services lady.
His neighbor stabbed him.
It wasn't "organized crime" at all.
Tommy? Tommy...
I'll be right back.
Right back...
Tommy!
- I need your help.
- Why should I help you?
You just lie to me anyway.
I know where Garbo is.
The drug squad's about to arrest him.
If we get to him first,
we can save something.
- Save what?
- Me. He's blackmailing me.
- How?
- There's this video...
Before I became a cop,
I was involved in prostitution,
illegal prostitution.
I was present when a guy
got stabbed to death.
He was a pig.
He tortured some of our girls.
Did you kill him?
- He deserved it.
- That's not what I asked.
Did you kill him?
Yes.
Come and see this.
Where's Garbo?
You sing:
"Vosotros cantais."
Very good.
And "they sing..."
Now from the start...
"I sing".
"She sings."
- OK. "We sing..."
- I'll take out the trash.
He's left the city.
That's him.
The military airbase is close by.
Blochin, where are you?
Why don't you answer the phone?
Call me back. Quickly.
It's an emergency. Call me.
Just so you know...
that was for Inka.
- Answer it.
- Why?
You need to pick up.
Yes, Conchita?
What?
Room 413.
I'll take care of Grille.
What's wrong, huh?
Why aren't you with Mom?
It's too boring.
- You're not worried though, are you?
- Yes.
- Look, see all those lights?
- Yes.
- Know what that means?
- No.
That everything will be OK.
Inka, I...
What do you want, huh?
Ahmed testified.
How'd you know we were here?
A man always knows
what the wife's up to.
Blochin, I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of special agent Dhagan Celik...
And?
It's not looking good.
Bungartz pressured Ahmed.
They're framing you
for killing that undercover agent.
And on top of that...
Ahmed's bodyguard
came out of his coma.
And after talking to his lawyer,
he confirmed Ahmed's story.
How's Inka?
Get me out of here.
How am I supposed to do that?
Either you get me out of here
or I'll get you in here.