Blochin: Die Lebenden und die Toten (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - 2. Kapitel - full transcript
The Living and he Dead
Part 2
BERLIN, 1984
BERLIN, 2015
Free time. One hour.
We have some workshops too.
- Tailoring, painting, gardening, auto repair.
- I'll be fine.
OK, suit yourself.
We're busy.
Wait, it's my Undersecretary,
Mrs. Steinbrenner. I'd like her here.
All right.
We wanted this to be confidential, but...
Berlin Senators of Justice and the Interior,
thanks to your great police work,
David Simon was caught
smuggling raw opium from Afghanistan.
- He used Armed Forces infrastructure.
- So military personnel were involved.
We've identified them
and dealt with them internally.
I give you my assurance.
Thank you.
We're satisfied, Lieutenant General. .
Then why did you call this secret
and terribly urgent meeting?
Keep your inquiry discreet.
Leave our frontline boys out of it.
It's tough out there in the Hindu Kush.
Excuse me, Mr...
- Dr. Klingner, Federal Ministry of Defense.
- We're supposed to drop the inquiry?
In case your soldiers look bad?
Is that right?
I'll bet you a pack they drop the inquiry.
My boss gets mad...
but the party brings him into line.
I hate it when the Federal Government
treats the Berlin Senate like lemmings.
So you want to switch sides, huh?
- Your old friend Garbo's dead.
- We got the case.
And?
Did you interrogate Ahmed?
Did he confess? What do you want?
I wanted to offer my condolences, but...
I've seen people get more upset
about their mother-in-law dying.
I want a private talk.
This is an official questioning.
It's OK, Yorik.
Wait outside.
I told them we were shopping together.
- Why am I still here?
- What do you want from me, Blochin?
I saved your ass out there.
You shot him like a mutt.
- You knew what'd happen if we caught him.
- That's not true. I wanted to pressure him.
If I'd wanted to shoot him, I would have.
That was your shitty idea.
- Get me out of here.
- Or else what?
You'll get me locked up?
You don't want that.
Inka and Grille would be devastated.
Even you aren't that stupid.
- They need me more.
- Yes.
That's why I'll get you out.
But stop threatening me.
Can we begin?
The questioning's over.
We should continue the inquiry,
against all odds.
Put the final nail
in our rotten military's coffin.
Pants still on?
How's your brother-in-law?
How do you think?
Cops in jail are always popular.
This Armed Forces thing...
Won't you keep at it?
How? Berlin's Senator of the Interior
won't mess with the Army.
I mean you, Katrin.
You said Berlin's Senator of Justice
didn't want to back down either.
Together, you and he can bust the Army
and Federal Ministry of Defense racket.
Behind my boss's back?
I'm not in control.
Am I not fucking an ambitious woman?
Maybe we'd both gain.
Quit playing around.
What's your plan?
David Simon, this drug dealer from
Afghanistan, is an old friend of Blochin's.
- Blochin!
- David.
Hi.
Hi.
- It's been a long time.
- Yes.
Is it true Garbo's dead?
Do you know who...
I'm sorry Garbo dragged you into this shit.
You know what he's like.
Garbo and I loved each other.
I mean it.
By the end, he hated me.
It's good to see you, man.
I'll get Mom and then we're off, OK?
You wait here?
Hey!
- You OK?
- Yes.
I'm ready.
- Bye, Mrs. Gericke.
- Bye, and let me know about the apartment.
It's on the fourth floor,
but it overlooks the park.
I'd like one on the first floor.
It's cheaper, too.
But thanks.
What was that about?
The doctor said I can't walk
to the sixth floor any more.
- How's Blochin?
- Ask him yourself.
What's up with you guys?
Sweetie!
- Katrin?
- Can you be at Moabit Courthouse in an hour?
- That's tricky. Why?
- The District Attorney likes your idea.
- He wants to talk to Blochin.
- OK.
I'll be there.
See you soon.
- We're moving apartments.
- That's great, I'll help you look.
Now, let's get out of here.
Would you mind if I put you in a cab?
Something came up.
Is it about Blochin?
Come in, Mr. Blochin.
Can you get him a chair?
Katrin Steinbrenner.
- Something to drink?
- No thanks.
So, there's a proposal, which,
given the circumstances and the difficulty...
with evidence...
The plan is to get you out of this shit.
Pardon my French.
Your colleague means
there's a proposal for cooperation
with the District Attorney.
- With you?
- Correct.
You know that raw opium
was seized at Brandenburg Military Airport?
Your friend David Simon had Army helpers...
whom he won't name.
So?
We want him to name them.
If you persuade him to rat on his helpers,
the DA will drop the case and you'll walk.
You haven't
been charged yet, Mr. Blochin.
The evidence is thin.
It's all in the DA's hands.
My hands.
If you cooperate with us,
you'll leave here a free and unpunished man.
Your idea?
- We need it in writing, Mr. Foers.
- Of course.
- What happens to David?
- Leniency rule. Reduced sentence.
Witness protection, if he wants.
Tell me, what do you know
about Blochin's background?
He grew up in an orphanage.
Parents unknown. Why?
I know more. I researched
the person I'm getting involved with.
Take a look. It's interesting.
Joachim.
- Thank you.
- Yes, everything's good.
But to really release Blochin,
I'll need more exonerating material
for your brother-in-law.
- What? Why?
- This is in addition to our agreement.
The judge needs something concrete
or this won't work. OK, friends of justice?
"Exonerating material?"
Out of thin air?
You haven't named anyone yet.
We'll stick to that strategy.
The others ratted.
That's why I'm here.
- If the DA's offering a deal...
- You know who's paying me, Mr. Simon?
- To represent you?
- It's not me.
Exactly.
And those who pay make the rules.
So rule number one...
no statement. Against anyone.
I think I know who's paying
and why he wants me to keep quiet.
- There'd be trouble.
- Correct.
Now think one step further.
Where could your statement lead you?
We talked to farmers in a five-
kilometer radius from Garbo's shooting.
Nothing.
I want to widen it to ten kilometers.
Garbo's rental lease names his girlfriend,
Doreen Schormann.
We're working on a search warrant.
Why does Ahmed think
Blochin shot the undercover agent?
- Maybe he did?
- Oh, sure.
What was his motive, Dankwart?
- You know the rumors.
- No. Which rumors?
- He was taking cuts of drug seizures.
- That's why you transferred him to Homicide.
We need exonerating material to free him.
- Yeah? We need it?
- He's still one of us, right?
Right?
OK, we'll comb through Ahmed's
network of dealers and helpers
and match that with evidence
from Garbo's case. OK?
Thanks.
- And Garbo's killer?
- Dominik clearly has other priorities.
- You don't think it's strange?
- What?
- Both dead dealers were Blochin's friends.
- So what?
Why'd the Feds take Toto Horns' case?
Forget it.
It's not related to the dead dealers.
What then?
The Feds are babysitting
for a Federal Minister's daughter.
A Minister?
We can search Garbo's girlfriend's apartment.
Good morning.
On remand: Blochin.
Looking for work.
You'd known each other
a long time, huh?
His bag split open.
Shit, Karl, what was in it?
A bunch of old VHS tapes
and some other... stuff.
Look harder!
Search top to bottom.
Man, I'm so sorry about Blochin.
- You were close on the drug squad, right?
- Why?
Blochin's not easy,
but he's reliable.
Did you tell Blochin that you planned
to arrest Garbo in the airport raid?
- No. Did you guys think Blochin knew?
- No.
- Did he know?
- No.
Even we didn't know! Last week,
we were sitting in a cafe eating cake.
Someone tried hard to destroy this.
- We'll question Doreen at the station.
- What? No.
- No?
- No!
It's too soon, we have
nothing to confront her with.
- Not for questioning, just...
- Am I speaking Swahili or what?
Engineering Management.
- Is that interesting?
- It's not for everyone.
What do you study?
Bartending?
Homicide. Got a minute?
What for?
Thorsten "Toto" Hoins.
The dealer you used when
Engineering whatever got boring.
- Why these questions?
- You were escorted by the Feds.
- Do they always follow you?
- No idea.
- You clearly know everything. Tell me.
- Didn't they tell you Toto's dead?
- What?
- I thought not.
Here. His friends.
You know them?
- Not him.
- And him?
Yes, we hung out at Toto's.
Get an official invitation next time, OK?
You know the score, Mr. Blochin.
I'll sit here to ensure
you don't discuss the case.
You may hug.
You may not exchange any objects.
Dominik gave me his visiting time.
- My request to bring Grille was rejected.
- That was me.
I didn't want you to see me like this,
let alone Grille.
It doesn't matter where you are,
she needs to see you.
She misses her father.
I'll be out soon.
Then we can pretend I was never inside.
Sometimes I also think...
If I ignore the illness
it'll go away. But it's not like that.
This isn't a nightmare, Blochin.
This is our reality.
So, you're in jail
on suspicion of murder.
And I can't reach
our sixth-floor apartment.
I want to share my shit with you,
and I want to hear your shit too!
I've had enough.
Forever looking away,
I've had enough.
I don't want to look away. I want us
to look in the right direction, together.
Did you shoot the agent?
- Please, no questions about the case.
- No worries.
He wouldn't have answered anyway.
Let's be clear, Blochin...
you're hiding something from me.
I know that.
There used to be a laser show.
- There's still something like that.
- Really?
- You'll see.
- Cool.
A movie's what I need. Thanks.
- How's the house hunting?
- Frustrating.
I talked to this realtor...
I'll be right back.
Undersecretary! How can I help?
Calm me down.
Berlin's Senator of the Interior is coming over.
He doesn't know I'm screwing over the Army.
- I didn't know you got panic attacks.
- I don't.
But I stopped taking my tranquilizer.
Also, the DA told me he needs
new evidence of Blochin's case for release.
No problem,
I have an idea.
Well, lots of ideas.
I'm just searching for the best one.
Chocolates, please.
If I'm lucky, the Senator
and my husband will just talk sports.
Listen...
If Blochin gets David Simon
to make a statement against the soldiers,
your Senator of the Interior
will take the credit.
If not, you'll be fucking
the unemployed soon.
Wow.
I want to move in with you.
- With me?
- Yes.
I liked it there
when Mom was in the hospital.
Fine by me.
Guess who I saw in the visitors' room.
Inka. Remember her?
Inka... what was her name?
- Stötzner. She was here to see me.
- Really?
We've been married a long time.
OK.
- You were pissed when I poached her.
- Girls come and go, I didn't care.
Yes, you did.
OK, I did.
But that was a long time ago.
What's wrong?
Trouble in paradise?
I'm a lying asshole, a shitty husband
and a failed father. Everything else is fine.
Hey...
What do you think of this?
Remember Konrad?
- Sure, why?
- He's visiting us tomorrow.
Every ten seconds, the GPS sends a signal
to a SIM card with the number.
Just before the crime,
the receiver approaches the car.
- Then the signal cuts out.
- So Garbo was followed before being shot.
Do you know whose number it is?
The provider's working on it.
Won't take long. An hour, maybe.
Then we can view an apartment.
Viewing at 2:30 pm.
Who died and left you money
to buy an apartment?
Nobody died,
thanks for your concern.
My parents want to avoid inheritance tax.
So I'm buying property.
The whole room has underfloor heating.
You can control it remotely via the internet,
also from outside.
Same with the automatic shutters.
So I can sit at work and tell
my Japanese robot to water the bonsai tree.
Ever considered investing in something
other than real estate?
Stocks aren't my thing.
And I'm too chicken for gambling.
Jenisch here.
Do you know who followed Garbo?
Has Homicide 7 been informed?
Thanks, we're on the way.
They've got the receiver...
Greta Jakobi.
Yes?
Stötzner, Homicide.
We're looking for Greta Jakobi.
Yes, that's me.
Ms. Jakobi, we've identified you
as the owner of a SIM card.
- A what?
- Do you have a cell phone?
A phone you use outside the house?
My grandson gave me one once.
Want to see it?
- Yes.
- One moment.
I can't find it.
When did you last see it?
Maybe...
two years ago.
Oh, man. Not one part of my body
doesn't give me trouble.
I should've laid off the anabolics.
Why not join witness protection?
Escape this shithole.
The DAs are offering me deals
if I name the soldiers
involved in the Afghan job.
- And? Friends of yours?
- No way.
They were arrogant, nothing more.
Don't worry. My lips are sealed.
You know that.
Importing opium
is no logistical cakewalk.
Others were involved, not just soldiers.
If they know I've made a statement...
This goes much higher
than those DA jerks think.
- Hello, I'm Jenisch.
- Wolfgang.
- This is it?
- Yes, this is it.
It was designed by Willaschek's
boyfriend, from New York.
Wow.
My family lost the property during the war.
We got it back after reunification.
All this used to be worthless.
But then they started building the airport.
You know?
They offered me a fortune.
Wolfgang and I had a better idea.
To stop limescale, as long as it's empty.
Someone's employed at the empty airport
to flush toilets and ride escalators.
It's a real gem.
Not a soulless hotel chain.
- People come back. Frequent flyers.
- They make up 70% of international air travel.
- OK. And where do I come in?
- The roof.
Three weeks before opening,
everything was ready...
except the roof.
Then the airport opening was delayed.
The funding stopped.
The construction firm refused to continue,
but if the roofs left unfinished...
the place will rot.
You'd be a partner, of course.
20 percent.
Nice fresh colors.
I need a phone.
I heard you can help?
- A German cop can't buy an illegal cell phone.
- Then I'm not a cop.
I'm supposed to get an old friend
to make a statement he doesn't want to.
I'll get out and he'll get
witness protection.
But he's scared.
I don't know who of.
If David's scared, it's bad.
I have to back off.
Sure, but in my world,
you don't trust witness protection.
That's the problem.
I had someone in protection.
A week later, he got shot.
At a gas station.
But Blochin, you have to get out.
Inka's not well.
She had an episode yesterday,
when I was with Grille.
Now she's gone
to her brother's with Grille.
- When?
-I don't know.
But Blochin, this friend...
Is he a good friend?
Yes.
Come in.
Any progress with the Jakobi phone?
They probably stole her phone years ago.
Her grandson lives in Israel now.
Sit down, please.
Dominik, word is you're using your team
to get Blochin released.
I hope it's just a rumor.
They're doing their job.
Looking for the truth.
Truth is in the eye of the beholder.
I think Blochin belongs in jail.
- Is that it?
- That's it.
Still free?
- What about your friend?
- Him? I don't know him.
- Got a light?
- No.
OK. Then...
I won't smoke.
- Your friends?
- Them?
I don't know them.
Want to get out of here?
- What's up? You OK?
- So-so.
I'm thinking about witness protection.
- Why?
- Prison's making me sick.
The pigs won't let me go to my mom's burial.
Flight risk, they say.
Is witness protection safe?
Or will my corpse end up
in the boondocks as compost?
It's safe.
I've done it a dozen times.
- Lieutenant!
- Hi, sweetie.
- What's this?
- A "thank you" balloon. For you.
Where are we sleeping?
Depends.
If you misbehave, you're in the shed.
- You don't have a shed.
- True.
You'll sleep on the couch.
It pulls out.
- And? How are you guys?
- Super.
Our furniture is in storage.
And I just gave a new tenant
the keys to our old life.
But now we're here.
Good.
I'll check the spaghetti.
Bungartz called.
He said everyone's trying
to prove Blochin's innocence.
True.
Bungartz is doing what he can.
You think Blochin could have
shot that undercover agent?
- Who did Dad shoot?
- No one at all, honey.
I'll take you to bed.
There's a photo of him at the crime scene.
I don't know why he didn't tell anyone
he was there when it happened.
Being with Blochin...
means slowly removing his armor,
layer by layer.
And honestly,
I don't know how far I've gotten.
A colleague told me
how he ended up in the orphanage.
He was shot when he was 14.
They fished him out of a river.
They thought he was dead,
but he woke up in the morgue.
I know that already.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- He didn't want me to.
He remembers nothing
before waking up in the morgue.
Do you believe that?
Yes.
What's so urgent, Mr. Simon?
I no longer need your services.
I'll look for a new lawyer.
You want to make a statement, right?
Then witness protection, the leniency rule.
The whole works?
Yes. I'm going to make a statement.
My friend's a cop,
says he's seen it 100 times.
You mean your friend...
Blochin?
From Homicide, who's in here
on suspicion of murder?
And?
Did he tell you
he wants you to testify
because the DA
promised to stop investigating him?
Oh, he didn't?
Do you get out if I make a statement?
You made a deal with the fucking DA.
Is that true?
- David...
- Did you?
Yes.
I know a very attractive District Attorney
who loves to keep the prisoners on their toes!
I can tell you all about
attractive attorneys.
Hello, Mr. Jahani.
- How's your daughter? Did it all work out?
- She cries a lot. She knows we're not at home.
Do you have kids too?
- Two.
- My wife and I haven't slept since we arrived.
Do you need help with your documents
or is that taken care of?
Someone's dealing with it.
Lots of paperwork.
Welcome to Germany.
Another prosecco, please.
Maybe water for a change? Jan?
Did you know I'm helping your Steinbrenner
screw over the snobs from the Army?
Oh, you didn't?
- Senator...
- Not now.
- I need to sit down.
- OK.
- Is everything OK?
- Yes, everything's fine.
May I?
Excuse me.
I'm Tilda.
Thank you.
- Are you a doctor?
- No.
I'm actually a goldsmith.
But now I'm lots of other things.
- How long have you had it?
- A long time.
- Menu?
- No, thanks. We're going.
This isn't public seating.
You're right I'm sorry.
We're going.
Thanks.
Mr. Chu from the Chinese trade delegation
needs his room.
We'd better leave him in peace.
We can go to another hotel.
I don't want a hotel.
I want to go home.
No, I don't want to go home.
- Let's walk along the Spree.
- I've had enough of the Spree today.
- Let's go to your place.
- Mine?
- I assume you have a place?
- Why does everyone want to go to my place?
What are you thinking?
The million dollar question.
I'm wondering who'll come out on top
in the next ten years?
The smart Dominik in his sharp suit, or...
the single slob who seems to live here.
No idea.
I'm still getting used to myself.
- How much are unemployment benefits now?
- Why?
Berlin's Senator of the Interior
knows about our plan.
He'll put a stop to it within hours.
And probably to me.
It's OK.
I don't like successful women anyway.
I need to talk to you.
- I have to get out, Inka's sick. She needs me.
- Sick? With what?
Advanced-stage MS.
She can't cope on her own.
- No reason to screw me.
- I didn't.
But I didn't tell you the truth.
I'm sorry.
Inka was always so much fun.
We'd laugh our heads off, remember?
I've got a deal with the DA, but...
what I said was true.
They won't find me
if I get witness protection?
Who are "they"?
Are "they" paying this lawyer?
Stay away from the lawyer,
trust me.
Tell me I'm safe in witness protection.
Yes.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Have a seat.
- I have to go.
- This thing is broken.
Steinbrenner.
Yes.
That's fantastic.
I'll do that. Good.
See you in court.
David Simon wants to talk.
Now we need Blochin's exonerating material.
You do have that?
Sure.
- What's going on?
- Your husband may be free tomorrow.
Would it help if Ahmed withdraws
his statement against Blochin?
Certainly.
If that's enough
then why did we need the deal?
There's a photo of Blochin
at the crime scene.
You'd need an obliging DA
to drop the investigation.
- Sauna?
- Excuse me?
Police. Sauna?
Ahmed. Everyone else out.
You'll change your statement.
Garbo shot the undercover cop, not Blochin.
And if I don't?
- I'll frame you for Garbo's death.
- I had nothing to do with it.
I know.
I killed him.
You have no idea how much
I need a scapegoat right now.
You want to be it?
Mr. Simon, defense, any questions
about the transcript or are we finished?
No, I'll just tell you what I know
and you make sure nothing happens to me.
Good, the judicial hearing is scheduled
for 12:00 pm tomorrow.
Please.
I heard Ahmed Ahmadschad
withdrew his statement against Mr. Blochin?
Understood.
Mr. Blochin's done his part.
I'll drop the investigation. Happy?
Thanks.
I'll make a statement tomorrow.
- I'm glad.
- Sure you are, dickhead.
Arian Jahani's a friend of mine.
An interpreter in Kabul.
Involved with our shit.
I know. And?
He's on the "save the poor Afghans
from the evil Taliban" program.
He came to Berlin with his family.
What can I do?
I'll keep Arian out of my statement.
But it might...
I'll feel better if you look out for him.
I will. I promise.
Kiss Inka for me.
Say I'm the idiot
who let her get high for free.
I will.
The judge is here.
- Good morning. Steinbrenner.
- Good morning.
What's that?
A video from Garbo's girlfriend's garbage.
Just in from forensics. Crazy, huh?
Blochin looks like he's still in diapers.
What are you doing here?
Mrs. Steinbrenner, it's late.
I know.
I don't know where he is.
Part 2
BERLIN, 1984
BERLIN, 2015
Free time. One hour.
We have some workshops too.
- Tailoring, painting, gardening, auto repair.
- I'll be fine.
OK, suit yourself.
We're busy.
Wait, it's my Undersecretary,
Mrs. Steinbrenner. I'd like her here.
All right.
We wanted this to be confidential, but...
Berlin Senators of Justice and the Interior,
thanks to your great police work,
David Simon was caught
smuggling raw opium from Afghanistan.
- He used Armed Forces infrastructure.
- So military personnel were involved.
We've identified them
and dealt with them internally.
I give you my assurance.
Thank you.
We're satisfied, Lieutenant General. .
Then why did you call this secret
and terribly urgent meeting?
Keep your inquiry discreet.
Leave our frontline boys out of it.
It's tough out there in the Hindu Kush.
Excuse me, Mr...
- Dr. Klingner, Federal Ministry of Defense.
- We're supposed to drop the inquiry?
In case your soldiers look bad?
Is that right?
I'll bet you a pack they drop the inquiry.
My boss gets mad...
but the party brings him into line.
I hate it when the Federal Government
treats the Berlin Senate like lemmings.
So you want to switch sides, huh?
- Your old friend Garbo's dead.
- We got the case.
And?
Did you interrogate Ahmed?
Did he confess? What do you want?
I wanted to offer my condolences, but...
I've seen people get more upset
about their mother-in-law dying.
I want a private talk.
This is an official questioning.
It's OK, Yorik.
Wait outside.
I told them we were shopping together.
- Why am I still here?
- What do you want from me, Blochin?
I saved your ass out there.
You shot him like a mutt.
- You knew what'd happen if we caught him.
- That's not true. I wanted to pressure him.
If I'd wanted to shoot him, I would have.
That was your shitty idea.
- Get me out of here.
- Or else what?
You'll get me locked up?
You don't want that.
Inka and Grille would be devastated.
Even you aren't that stupid.
- They need me more.
- Yes.
That's why I'll get you out.
But stop threatening me.
Can we begin?
The questioning's over.
We should continue the inquiry,
against all odds.
Put the final nail
in our rotten military's coffin.
Pants still on?
How's your brother-in-law?
How do you think?
Cops in jail are always popular.
This Armed Forces thing...
Won't you keep at it?
How? Berlin's Senator of the Interior
won't mess with the Army.
I mean you, Katrin.
You said Berlin's Senator of Justice
didn't want to back down either.
Together, you and he can bust the Army
and Federal Ministry of Defense racket.
Behind my boss's back?
I'm not in control.
Am I not fucking an ambitious woman?
Maybe we'd both gain.
Quit playing around.
What's your plan?
David Simon, this drug dealer from
Afghanistan, is an old friend of Blochin's.
- Blochin!
- David.
Hi.
Hi.
- It's been a long time.
- Yes.
Is it true Garbo's dead?
Do you know who...
I'm sorry Garbo dragged you into this shit.
You know what he's like.
Garbo and I loved each other.
I mean it.
By the end, he hated me.
It's good to see you, man.
I'll get Mom and then we're off, OK?
You wait here?
Hey!
- You OK?
- Yes.
I'm ready.
- Bye, Mrs. Gericke.
- Bye, and let me know about the apartment.
It's on the fourth floor,
but it overlooks the park.
I'd like one on the first floor.
It's cheaper, too.
But thanks.
What was that about?
The doctor said I can't walk
to the sixth floor any more.
- How's Blochin?
- Ask him yourself.
What's up with you guys?
Sweetie!
- Katrin?
- Can you be at Moabit Courthouse in an hour?
- That's tricky. Why?
- The District Attorney likes your idea.
- He wants to talk to Blochin.
- OK.
I'll be there.
See you soon.
- We're moving apartments.
- That's great, I'll help you look.
Now, let's get out of here.
Would you mind if I put you in a cab?
Something came up.
Is it about Blochin?
Come in, Mr. Blochin.
Can you get him a chair?
Katrin Steinbrenner.
- Something to drink?
- No thanks.
So, there's a proposal, which,
given the circumstances and the difficulty...
with evidence...
The plan is to get you out of this shit.
Pardon my French.
Your colleague means
there's a proposal for cooperation
with the District Attorney.
- With you?
- Correct.
You know that raw opium
was seized at Brandenburg Military Airport?
Your friend David Simon had Army helpers...
whom he won't name.
So?
We want him to name them.
If you persuade him to rat on his helpers,
the DA will drop the case and you'll walk.
You haven't
been charged yet, Mr. Blochin.
The evidence is thin.
It's all in the DA's hands.
My hands.
If you cooperate with us,
you'll leave here a free and unpunished man.
Your idea?
- We need it in writing, Mr. Foers.
- Of course.
- What happens to David?
- Leniency rule. Reduced sentence.
Witness protection, if he wants.
Tell me, what do you know
about Blochin's background?
He grew up in an orphanage.
Parents unknown. Why?
I know more. I researched
the person I'm getting involved with.
Take a look. It's interesting.
Joachim.
- Thank you.
- Yes, everything's good.
But to really release Blochin,
I'll need more exonerating material
for your brother-in-law.
- What? Why?
- This is in addition to our agreement.
The judge needs something concrete
or this won't work. OK, friends of justice?
"Exonerating material?"
Out of thin air?
You haven't named anyone yet.
We'll stick to that strategy.
The others ratted.
That's why I'm here.
- If the DA's offering a deal...
- You know who's paying me, Mr. Simon?
- To represent you?
- It's not me.
Exactly.
And those who pay make the rules.
So rule number one...
no statement. Against anyone.
I think I know who's paying
and why he wants me to keep quiet.
- There'd be trouble.
- Correct.
Now think one step further.
Where could your statement lead you?
We talked to farmers in a five-
kilometer radius from Garbo's shooting.
Nothing.
I want to widen it to ten kilometers.
Garbo's rental lease names his girlfriend,
Doreen Schormann.
We're working on a search warrant.
Why does Ahmed think
Blochin shot the undercover agent?
- Maybe he did?
- Oh, sure.
What was his motive, Dankwart?
- You know the rumors.
- No. Which rumors?
- He was taking cuts of drug seizures.
- That's why you transferred him to Homicide.
We need exonerating material to free him.
- Yeah? We need it?
- He's still one of us, right?
Right?
OK, we'll comb through Ahmed's
network of dealers and helpers
and match that with evidence
from Garbo's case. OK?
Thanks.
- And Garbo's killer?
- Dominik clearly has other priorities.
- You don't think it's strange?
- What?
- Both dead dealers were Blochin's friends.
- So what?
Why'd the Feds take Toto Horns' case?
Forget it.
It's not related to the dead dealers.
What then?
The Feds are babysitting
for a Federal Minister's daughter.
A Minister?
We can search Garbo's girlfriend's apartment.
Good morning.
On remand: Blochin.
Looking for work.
You'd known each other
a long time, huh?
His bag split open.
Shit, Karl, what was in it?
A bunch of old VHS tapes
and some other... stuff.
Look harder!
Search top to bottom.
Man, I'm so sorry about Blochin.
- You were close on the drug squad, right?
- Why?
Blochin's not easy,
but he's reliable.
Did you tell Blochin that you planned
to arrest Garbo in the airport raid?
- No. Did you guys think Blochin knew?
- No.
- Did he know?
- No.
Even we didn't know! Last week,
we were sitting in a cafe eating cake.
Someone tried hard to destroy this.
- We'll question Doreen at the station.
- What? No.
- No?
- No!
It's too soon, we have
nothing to confront her with.
- Not for questioning, just...
- Am I speaking Swahili or what?
Engineering Management.
- Is that interesting?
- It's not for everyone.
What do you study?
Bartending?
Homicide. Got a minute?
What for?
Thorsten "Toto" Hoins.
The dealer you used when
Engineering whatever got boring.
- Why these questions?
- You were escorted by the Feds.
- Do they always follow you?
- No idea.
- You clearly know everything. Tell me.
- Didn't they tell you Toto's dead?
- What?
- I thought not.
Here. His friends.
You know them?
- Not him.
- And him?
Yes, we hung out at Toto's.
Get an official invitation next time, OK?
You know the score, Mr. Blochin.
I'll sit here to ensure
you don't discuss the case.
You may hug.
You may not exchange any objects.
Dominik gave me his visiting time.
- My request to bring Grille was rejected.
- That was me.
I didn't want you to see me like this,
let alone Grille.
It doesn't matter where you are,
she needs to see you.
She misses her father.
I'll be out soon.
Then we can pretend I was never inside.
Sometimes I also think...
If I ignore the illness
it'll go away. But it's not like that.
This isn't a nightmare, Blochin.
This is our reality.
So, you're in jail
on suspicion of murder.
And I can't reach
our sixth-floor apartment.
I want to share my shit with you,
and I want to hear your shit too!
I've had enough.
Forever looking away,
I've had enough.
I don't want to look away. I want us
to look in the right direction, together.
Did you shoot the agent?
- Please, no questions about the case.
- No worries.
He wouldn't have answered anyway.
Let's be clear, Blochin...
you're hiding something from me.
I know that.
There used to be a laser show.
- There's still something like that.
- Really?
- You'll see.
- Cool.
A movie's what I need. Thanks.
- How's the house hunting?
- Frustrating.
I talked to this realtor...
I'll be right back.
Undersecretary! How can I help?
Calm me down.
Berlin's Senator of the Interior is coming over.
He doesn't know I'm screwing over the Army.
- I didn't know you got panic attacks.
- I don't.
But I stopped taking my tranquilizer.
Also, the DA told me he needs
new evidence of Blochin's case for release.
No problem,
I have an idea.
Well, lots of ideas.
I'm just searching for the best one.
Chocolates, please.
If I'm lucky, the Senator
and my husband will just talk sports.
Listen...
If Blochin gets David Simon
to make a statement against the soldiers,
your Senator of the Interior
will take the credit.
If not, you'll be fucking
the unemployed soon.
Wow.
I want to move in with you.
- With me?
- Yes.
I liked it there
when Mom was in the hospital.
Fine by me.
Guess who I saw in the visitors' room.
Inka. Remember her?
Inka... what was her name?
- Stötzner. She was here to see me.
- Really?
We've been married a long time.
OK.
- You were pissed when I poached her.
- Girls come and go, I didn't care.
Yes, you did.
OK, I did.
But that was a long time ago.
What's wrong?
Trouble in paradise?
I'm a lying asshole, a shitty husband
and a failed father. Everything else is fine.
Hey...
What do you think of this?
Remember Konrad?
- Sure, why?
- He's visiting us tomorrow.
Every ten seconds, the GPS sends a signal
to a SIM card with the number.
Just before the crime,
the receiver approaches the car.
- Then the signal cuts out.
- So Garbo was followed before being shot.
Do you know whose number it is?
The provider's working on it.
Won't take long. An hour, maybe.
Then we can view an apartment.
Viewing at 2:30 pm.
Who died and left you money
to buy an apartment?
Nobody died,
thanks for your concern.
My parents want to avoid inheritance tax.
So I'm buying property.
The whole room has underfloor heating.
You can control it remotely via the internet,
also from outside.
Same with the automatic shutters.
So I can sit at work and tell
my Japanese robot to water the bonsai tree.
Ever considered investing in something
other than real estate?
Stocks aren't my thing.
And I'm too chicken for gambling.
Jenisch here.
Do you know who followed Garbo?
Has Homicide 7 been informed?
Thanks, we're on the way.
They've got the receiver...
Greta Jakobi.
Yes?
Stötzner, Homicide.
We're looking for Greta Jakobi.
Yes, that's me.
Ms. Jakobi, we've identified you
as the owner of a SIM card.
- A what?
- Do you have a cell phone?
A phone you use outside the house?
My grandson gave me one once.
Want to see it?
- Yes.
- One moment.
I can't find it.
When did you last see it?
Maybe...
two years ago.
Oh, man. Not one part of my body
doesn't give me trouble.
I should've laid off the anabolics.
Why not join witness protection?
Escape this shithole.
The DAs are offering me deals
if I name the soldiers
involved in the Afghan job.
- And? Friends of yours?
- No way.
They were arrogant, nothing more.
Don't worry. My lips are sealed.
You know that.
Importing opium
is no logistical cakewalk.
Others were involved, not just soldiers.
If they know I've made a statement...
This goes much higher
than those DA jerks think.
- Hello, I'm Jenisch.
- Wolfgang.
- This is it?
- Yes, this is it.
It was designed by Willaschek's
boyfriend, from New York.
Wow.
My family lost the property during the war.
We got it back after reunification.
All this used to be worthless.
But then they started building the airport.
You know?
They offered me a fortune.
Wolfgang and I had a better idea.
To stop limescale, as long as it's empty.
Someone's employed at the empty airport
to flush toilets and ride escalators.
It's a real gem.
Not a soulless hotel chain.
- People come back. Frequent flyers.
- They make up 70% of international air travel.
- OK. And where do I come in?
- The roof.
Three weeks before opening,
everything was ready...
except the roof.
Then the airport opening was delayed.
The funding stopped.
The construction firm refused to continue,
but if the roofs left unfinished...
the place will rot.
You'd be a partner, of course.
20 percent.
Nice fresh colors.
I need a phone.
I heard you can help?
- A German cop can't buy an illegal cell phone.
- Then I'm not a cop.
I'm supposed to get an old friend
to make a statement he doesn't want to.
I'll get out and he'll get
witness protection.
But he's scared.
I don't know who of.
If David's scared, it's bad.
I have to back off.
Sure, but in my world,
you don't trust witness protection.
That's the problem.
I had someone in protection.
A week later, he got shot.
At a gas station.
But Blochin, you have to get out.
Inka's not well.
She had an episode yesterday,
when I was with Grille.
Now she's gone
to her brother's with Grille.
- When?
-I don't know.
But Blochin, this friend...
Is he a good friend?
Yes.
Come in.
Any progress with the Jakobi phone?
They probably stole her phone years ago.
Her grandson lives in Israel now.
Sit down, please.
Dominik, word is you're using your team
to get Blochin released.
I hope it's just a rumor.
They're doing their job.
Looking for the truth.
Truth is in the eye of the beholder.
I think Blochin belongs in jail.
- Is that it?
- That's it.
Still free?
- What about your friend?
- Him? I don't know him.
- Got a light?
- No.
OK. Then...
I won't smoke.
- Your friends?
- Them?
I don't know them.
Want to get out of here?
- What's up? You OK?
- So-so.
I'm thinking about witness protection.
- Why?
- Prison's making me sick.
The pigs won't let me go to my mom's burial.
Flight risk, they say.
Is witness protection safe?
Or will my corpse end up
in the boondocks as compost?
It's safe.
I've done it a dozen times.
- Lieutenant!
- Hi, sweetie.
- What's this?
- A "thank you" balloon. For you.
Where are we sleeping?
Depends.
If you misbehave, you're in the shed.
- You don't have a shed.
- True.
You'll sleep on the couch.
It pulls out.
- And? How are you guys?
- Super.
Our furniture is in storage.
And I just gave a new tenant
the keys to our old life.
But now we're here.
Good.
I'll check the spaghetti.
Bungartz called.
He said everyone's trying
to prove Blochin's innocence.
True.
Bungartz is doing what he can.
You think Blochin could have
shot that undercover agent?
- Who did Dad shoot?
- No one at all, honey.
I'll take you to bed.
There's a photo of him at the crime scene.
I don't know why he didn't tell anyone
he was there when it happened.
Being with Blochin...
means slowly removing his armor,
layer by layer.
And honestly,
I don't know how far I've gotten.
A colleague told me
how he ended up in the orphanage.
He was shot when he was 14.
They fished him out of a river.
They thought he was dead,
but he woke up in the morgue.
I know that already.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- He didn't want me to.
He remembers nothing
before waking up in the morgue.
Do you believe that?
Yes.
What's so urgent, Mr. Simon?
I no longer need your services.
I'll look for a new lawyer.
You want to make a statement, right?
Then witness protection, the leniency rule.
The whole works?
Yes. I'm going to make a statement.
My friend's a cop,
says he's seen it 100 times.
You mean your friend...
Blochin?
From Homicide, who's in here
on suspicion of murder?
And?
Did he tell you
he wants you to testify
because the DA
promised to stop investigating him?
Oh, he didn't?
Do you get out if I make a statement?
You made a deal with the fucking DA.
Is that true?
- David...
- Did you?
Yes.
I know a very attractive District Attorney
who loves to keep the prisoners on their toes!
I can tell you all about
attractive attorneys.
Hello, Mr. Jahani.
- How's your daughter? Did it all work out?
- She cries a lot. She knows we're not at home.
Do you have kids too?
- Two.
- My wife and I haven't slept since we arrived.
Do you need help with your documents
or is that taken care of?
Someone's dealing with it.
Lots of paperwork.
Welcome to Germany.
Another prosecco, please.
Maybe water for a change? Jan?
Did you know I'm helping your Steinbrenner
screw over the snobs from the Army?
Oh, you didn't?
- Senator...
- Not now.
- I need to sit down.
- OK.
- Is everything OK?
- Yes, everything's fine.
May I?
Excuse me.
I'm Tilda.
Thank you.
- Are you a doctor?
- No.
I'm actually a goldsmith.
But now I'm lots of other things.
- How long have you had it?
- A long time.
- Menu?
- No, thanks. We're going.
This isn't public seating.
You're right I'm sorry.
We're going.
Thanks.
Mr. Chu from the Chinese trade delegation
needs his room.
We'd better leave him in peace.
We can go to another hotel.
I don't want a hotel.
I want to go home.
No, I don't want to go home.
- Let's walk along the Spree.
- I've had enough of the Spree today.
- Let's go to your place.
- Mine?
- I assume you have a place?
- Why does everyone want to go to my place?
What are you thinking?
The million dollar question.
I'm wondering who'll come out on top
in the next ten years?
The smart Dominik in his sharp suit, or...
the single slob who seems to live here.
No idea.
I'm still getting used to myself.
- How much are unemployment benefits now?
- Why?
Berlin's Senator of the Interior
knows about our plan.
He'll put a stop to it within hours.
And probably to me.
It's OK.
I don't like successful women anyway.
I need to talk to you.
- I have to get out, Inka's sick. She needs me.
- Sick? With what?
Advanced-stage MS.
She can't cope on her own.
- No reason to screw me.
- I didn't.
But I didn't tell you the truth.
I'm sorry.
Inka was always so much fun.
We'd laugh our heads off, remember?
I've got a deal with the DA, but...
what I said was true.
They won't find me
if I get witness protection?
Who are "they"?
Are "they" paying this lawyer?
Stay away from the lawyer,
trust me.
Tell me I'm safe in witness protection.
Yes.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Have a seat.
- I have to go.
- This thing is broken.
Steinbrenner.
Yes.
That's fantastic.
I'll do that. Good.
See you in court.
David Simon wants to talk.
Now we need Blochin's exonerating material.
You do have that?
Sure.
- What's going on?
- Your husband may be free tomorrow.
Would it help if Ahmed withdraws
his statement against Blochin?
Certainly.
If that's enough
then why did we need the deal?
There's a photo of Blochin
at the crime scene.
You'd need an obliging DA
to drop the investigation.
- Sauna?
- Excuse me?
Police. Sauna?
Ahmed. Everyone else out.
You'll change your statement.
Garbo shot the undercover cop, not Blochin.
And if I don't?
- I'll frame you for Garbo's death.
- I had nothing to do with it.
I know.
I killed him.
You have no idea how much
I need a scapegoat right now.
You want to be it?
Mr. Simon, defense, any questions
about the transcript or are we finished?
No, I'll just tell you what I know
and you make sure nothing happens to me.
Good, the judicial hearing is scheduled
for 12:00 pm tomorrow.
Please.
I heard Ahmed Ahmadschad
withdrew his statement against Mr. Blochin?
Understood.
Mr. Blochin's done his part.
I'll drop the investigation. Happy?
Thanks.
I'll make a statement tomorrow.
- I'm glad.
- Sure you are, dickhead.
Arian Jahani's a friend of mine.
An interpreter in Kabul.
Involved with our shit.
I know. And?
He's on the "save the poor Afghans
from the evil Taliban" program.
He came to Berlin with his family.
What can I do?
I'll keep Arian out of my statement.
But it might...
I'll feel better if you look out for him.
I will. I promise.
Kiss Inka for me.
Say I'm the idiot
who let her get high for free.
I will.
The judge is here.
- Good morning. Steinbrenner.
- Good morning.
What's that?
A video from Garbo's girlfriend's garbage.
Just in from forensics. Crazy, huh?
Blochin looks like he's still in diapers.
What are you doing here?
Mrs. Steinbrenner, it's late.
I know.
I don't know where he is.