Pagan Peak (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Masken - full transcript

Masks.

Subtitles by
Johannes Itten

I like hiking in nature,
in the mountains or in the forest.

You quickly see you're a tiny part
of something greater.

I mean,
the community suffers

when everyone seeks
only their own profit.

Great things can only
be accomplished in a group.

Therefore, you tried
to serve in the army.

Yes ...

You have both German
and Austrian nationality,

but you were classified as
unfit by both armies.

Yes,
that's correct.



You also failed the
foreign intelligence exams.

Yes,
well, ...

I got nervous.

I cared
too much.

Why?

Those people
do something.

As far as I know,
for the last sixty years

they didn't
see much action.

Apart from moving their furniture
from Pullach to Berlin.

What did you exactly
do in CIT?

Well ...

I explained applications
to employees

and maintained
the computers.

How would you communicate
with customers in a crisis:



phone or email?

Why did you
choose us?

In your ad, you write
about fighting cybercrime.

And that you're looking for
competent people,

ready to devote themselves
fully to a single goal.

And that's exactly
what I want.

To work in a team,
for the right side.

Not just speak,
but do.

You're a peculiar candidate,
Mr. Ansbach.

You like nature. Most of us
don't know what a forest is.

On the other hand, you found
most security repositories.

That's
impressive.

I've found
even more.

Last night, I put them

in an exploit base.

All but yours
of course.

We've got
no weak points.

This is the most important
department.

You'll work here.

Tax number, social security, etc.
you'll arrange with Mrs. Wibble.

You know her?

I'll need
weekly reports.

Okay.

You'll manage.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Dad, I'm sorry, I completely
forgot about you!

I've got a lot
to do.

Dad, what do you think?
I can't go hunting.

I spend whole days at work,
got no time for this.

Yes, sorry ...
- I'm sorry, it's that ...

No, no.
That's alright.

I'll call you when
I have a minute, okay?

Pagan Peak
[The Pass]

What are you doing?

I must leave.

For how long?

I don't know yet.

And I?

Is it because
of that killer?

What?

I know what's going on.

It didn't work, I tried ...
- Louisa!

You see?

You make the very mistake

we've spoken of.

You think only of yourself
and that makes you weak!

Come here.

We can't think only
of ourselves now.

Or else we'll
be alone.

Are we alone?

Therefore, he
can't hurt us.

Then why do you want
to leave us?

But I'm not
leaving you.

I can't do that.

We are forever
connected!

But the last few weeks
showed me something.

The end is nearing
faster than I thought.

Writing's not enough,
I must go, to the world!

To search for those
who belong to us,

who must
be saved!

Take me
with you!

No.
- Take me with you!

- No.
- Take me with you!

No, you're
staying here.

You are farther
then them,

you must help them.

The weaker of you
need the stronger ones.

I'm not strong.

Let's go.

Come on!

Mr. Winter?

Swoboda,

Public Prosecution
Office Vienna.

May I get in
for a second?

Yes, please do.

For me, personally,
it's a bit too cold.

I won't take much of your time,
you're a very busy person.

For some time, I've been watching
Chingiz Tajmanov's organization.

He runs legal and illegal
brothels throughout Austria.

Perhaps you know him under
another name, Kalifati ...

No.

Two years ago,
you were investigated

for passing police information
to his organization.

I don't remember anything.

That's a pity.

We're investigating
Umid Tajmanov,

his son.

He stabbed an Albanian to death
in an illegal brothel.

Unfortunately, we can't
prove the youngster did it,

as we haven't found
the weapon.

And?

Just after the murder,
Tajmanov made a call.

And since we've got his phone,
we know whom he called.

Twelve missed calls!

You must be
a heavy sleeper.

What did you
speak about?

Something interesting for me?

Wrong number.

I understand.

See, Mr. Winter,

I'm a very good-natured person,

and I've got good
political connections.

I don't care if you're
a corrupt asshole or not.

Perhaps there's something

I can do for you.

My pleasure.

The killer showed his true face,
the one behind the mask.

In previous murders, he showed
how he sees himself:

controlled,

untouchable,
powerful.

But this
impulse-driven murder

showed his
different side:

hate for the world,
love of destruction.

The crime is so horrible that
it gives us a chance.

But we've got to start
all over again.

This means:

We've got to check again
all the cases from the last year.

Maybe he already
killed someone this way.

So, what does
it mean?

It means: cranial
and facial injuries,

all unexplained murders
over the past 20 years

in the south of Germany
and in Austria.

What is it?

We must check all broken heads
in the last 20 years?

Yes, exactly.
Is there a problem?

Thomas?

No, no problem.
New case to start from.

Good, then don't disrupt us,
do your job.

I do it 24 hours a day,
if you haven't noticed.

I see my children
only asleep.

So wake them up!
- What?

You want compassion?
Then look for a new job.

So, I'll take Germany,
Berchtesgaden, ...

and Traunstein. I've got someone
in the archives.

I'll start with Tyrol. Tyrol,
Salzburg, Upper Austria.

What's going on?
Move out!

Boss?

Have a look
at this.

Very good.

A very good research,
Litkowski, thanks.

Sure.

Look at those massive
head injuries.

They had to perform
a dental identification.

It's the same
impulsive behavior.

The environment is similar,
a cybersecurity company,

lots of people dealing with
computer systems.

The case is seven
years old.

we've already interviewed
hundreds of employees.

They're now spread
all over the country.

You can imagine
the bomb I'll drop if

I say we're taking
a completely new direction.

Currently, we have four
unsolved murders,

and the brass
wants results.

It is the
right direction!

Four days.

I need more
people, then.

I've already asked for
a bigger budget, no way.

Ok, we'll do
overtime.

Ellie, look around you!
Your people are at the limit!

The've been working
24 hours a day.

Two of them
quit already.

Yes, they were
too weak.

Excuse me?

Yes, I press for progress,
but I'm in charge, right?

Yes, you do, but I'm responsible
for the whole team!

I don't want the people to fall apart
and all that to be for nothing.

The team
needs you.

Needs someone who'll keep
a cold head.

And?

We have
four days.

Blani called.

We may have
an eyewitness.

What?

A maskmaker.
He carves Krampus masks.

What are you doing here again?
The kitchen's not cleaned.

I, too, need
a break.

Who takes breaks,
doesn't earn.

I've got enough of you,
this week it's no pay!

No!

Please.

I need to pay
for the room.

You should have
thought earlier.

Next week, it's your
last chance, or you're out.

Why do I even put up
with you illegals.

Hi.

You alright?

Don't worry,
the old bat is crazy.

Since her husband died,
she's not right in the head.

I need to pay
for my place ...

or I'm out.

I'll speak with her.

Otherwise, I'll lend
you the money.

Thanks!

You're so good!

A good man.

What?

I'm nice to you, so can't you
be a bit nicer to me?

Stop!

Stop! No!

Get back here,
you whore!

- Good afternoon, colleague!
- Afternoon.

- Winter.
- Hahn.

A drink?

If there's no beer
then water.

Litkowski, a water,
please.

The body looked terrible.
But it wasn't the worst thing.

When Tischler died,
a bunch of hard drives

with very sensitive data
disappeared from the storage.

Like a fart
in the air.

Security gaps
of big companies.

Information worth
millions in the darknet.

Of course, nobody from
the company said a word.

That'd be no
good press

for Europe's number one
cybersec company, right?

Especially, when the boss
himself is responsible.

Tischler?

He was the boss.

Only he had access
to the drives.

So, only he could
pinch and sell the data.

Perhaps to
the Russians.

And they made
a quick work of him.

And that hit you so badly
you quit your job?

I can take much,

but there comes a moment
when it has to stop.

The computer from Tischler's
office disappeared

along with all
the papers.

Only power supplies were left
in the drawers, but no hard drives.

They took everyone
off the case,

finally, I was left alone
like an idiot.

Those were orders,

from the very top.

The wanted no
bad publicity.

even high up
to the government.

In the end, Tischler's wife
sued me for libel.

Know who paid
the lawyer?

The company?

But I don't give
a damn.

No point wasting time.

I'm a cowboy now.

Got my own saloon,
it runs great.

Life's much easier now.

Can you give me Mrs. Tischler's
phone number?

Mr. Lang?

Mr. Lang?

Yes?

"I never interfered
in my husband's affairs."

"Or in the investigation.
It was an error."

What did you
tell the police?

It was the first time something
like that happened.

When he placed his order,

he wanted me to do it
just like in the picture.

"Up to the smallest detail",

he said,
like in the drawing.

He wanted a really
special mask.

But he couldn't
do it himself.

"I never entered
his office,"

"it was his kingdom."

"Also, I trusted
those people."

"But then, that investigator
started blaming my husband."

Do you have his name,
his address?

No, he paid in cash.

And what exactly did
you find suspicious?

Well, all of a sudden,
he started that speech.

He said a great moment
would come soon,

something that would put in shadow
all there had been before.

Therefore, he needed
a special mask.

What kind of
a great moment?

He didn't say
that exactly.

But he said I'd be proud
very soon,

because I'd see
my mask in the newspapers.

Forgive me, but doesn't it
bother you

that your husband's killer
was never found?

"I couldn't deal with it."

Did you see his car?

And the drawing?
Do you still have it?

Did you ...

After the official
investigation,

did you notice anything strange
related to you husband?

Did you find something
in his things,

which you didn't report
to the police?

"He threw nothing away."

"Mostly work things,
invoices, contracts ..."

"But there were
also letters."

Letters?

What letters?

We showed them
to Resler.

His analysis agrees
with ours.

They were written by someone
with low self-confidence.

Someone who found
a model in Tischler.

But he, in turn,
wanted

to be more noticed
and heard.

His word choice
points to pathos

and a narcissistic
self-perception.

What about DNA
or fingerprints?

The letters lied too long
in the basement,

the paper is covered
with mold spores.

He writes a lot about
the fall of values

of our times,
abuse of power,

superficiality
of people.

"Let me be your tool,"

"together we can
achieve greatness."

"For the first time in my life,
I feel I've found my place."

"I want to prove myself
worthy of it."

"I'm ready to completely
devote myself to our cause."

"A new time is coming. "

But the letters
are not all.

A local maskmaker
received this order.

An order for a very
peculiar mask.

The orderer said this mask
would appear in the newspapers.

Impossible.

Unfortunately, he paid in cash.
No name, no address.

But there's
another way.

from Tischler's department
and get them here.

The maker is ready for
an identification parade.

Good.

He knows where I live.

Don't worry.

No one can
hurt you here.

I heard in the village

the federal police is
really looking for you.

Police?

Your boss

or that Fred.

Someone had to report.

In Germany, the law
is very strict.

But don't worry.

Nobody can find you here.
You can stay

until all this calms down,
which won't take long. Then ...

Then you'll see.

Keep your chin up.

You've got a room
for yourself.

I write most of the day
in the second room.

Do you work a lot?

Please, I'm just Gregor.

Milica.

You know, Milica, ...

if I want to create, ...

I must sacrifice
everything for the case.

Time, family, friends.

Robert Blum gave his
life for a cause.

Also a writer?

A poet.

Closely tied to
the nature and homeland.

In Brigittenau near Vienna,

pale, dry grass sways in the wind.

And when we kneel down

and brush it softly aside,

With a gloomy look

and pale lips,

and a melancholic daring,

We find a spot on the ground

which dark is with noble blood.

Blum's execution caused
a storm of indignation

to sweep through
all of Germany.

The revolution of the 1848
started to wind up ...

Yes.

- Let me ...
- No, sit down.

You're nobody's
waitress.

I'll wash it
myself later.

Look, I brought you
some clothes.

You can't wear only
my old sweater.

If you want to listen to music,
the MP3 player and headphones are here.

Your phone was wet.

I dried the SIM card,
it should work now.

And Milica, ...

make yourself at home.

We'll find a solution soon.

Thanks!

Mr. Mishke,

come here for
a second.

Security codes need to be
updated every 24 hours.

You know that very well.

- I'll do it immediately.
- Please do.

Are you still here?

The lords of the house,

if I can allow myself
this politically incorrect phrase.

The rest went
back home,

to their model wives
and expensive cars.

I'd like to speak with you.
Come to my office.

Hello?

Yes.

Blani, criminal police
Traunstein.

Mr. Ansbach, we're conducting
a routine inspection.

seven years ago.

What is it
about?

I understand.

No, it's not
a problem.

I'm self-employed,
I can manage.

Yes.

Good.

Goodbye.

Yes.

Doublet?

What?

You got a doublet, you can
go straight for the key.

My God, it's not
that complicated.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Today was
a bit intensive.

What is your book about?

Book?

"Book" is not the right word.

Do you know
what an "oeuvre" is?

You read a book,
then just forget it.

And an oeuvre
is something bigger,

something
enduring.

Nietzsche, Jung,
Thoreau ...

What is your oeuvre
about, then?

My oeuvre is
a wake-up call.

It's about people as beings
and their role in the nature.

People need to
finally wake up.

Look ...

people live currently in
an anti-world of sorts.

In short, it's
"everyone for himself".

He doesn't notice all the
wrong things around him.

Take a look at your country.

People are poor, exploited,
deceived.

Or this guy who tried to
force himself on you ...

Incessantly,

everyone tries to exercise
his power over others

and then,
exploit them.

Criminals,

corrupt politicians,
money-hungry managers,

unscrupulous investors,
this whole vermin ...

It's this people who bring
the whole system to ruin.

Everything is crumbling.

And what remains?

What will remain,
Milica?

Do you hear?

Do you see
the trees, ...

the forest, ...

the sky?

That's what remains.

I said: my favorite
love song.

What trash
is this?

It's not a
love song.

And?

Ok, alright, it's
But He Still Loves Her.

Bad guess!

Okay ...

Do I get
a second chance?

What do you tell her
when you come to me?

I need to buy
my cigarettes.

Yesterday I moved out.
For now, I sleep in the office.

You can sleep here.

Downstairs,
in the living room.

I watched you.

You do good work,
a very good work.

You're reliable, they say,
fully devoted to your work.

Someone in my position
works like a link.

All the data, passwords,
the most important information.

I'm the one who
binds it all together.

So, if something happens to me,

our department will
just stop working.

And that would be
a disaster for our clients.

And for us.

Therefore, I need
a secret deputy.

One that only I
know about.

In that position,
I need someone

who doesn't just speak,
but also acts.

And someone whom
I can fully trust.

Can I trust you, ...

Mr. Ansbach?

- Thank you for coming.
- Hello.

Gregor Ansbach,
I was told to report here.

ID, please.

Show your ID
here, please.

So, please
wait here a bit.

Mr. Reiz, you are next.

Viruses and trojans?

Excuse me?

We worked
in the same department.

I sat behind you.

Ah, yes.

Well, ...

It was
an eternity ago.

Time flies.

That really
scares me.

I always notice it
before Christmas:

"What? I need to
buy gifts already? Impossible!"

Mr. Seeberger,
your turn, please.

Here.

Any idea
what's going on?

What do they want from us
after all those years?

Who knows?

Is the Meter Peter
connection established?

Of course.

Good.

I finished everything
yesterday.

Exactly as you asked ...
- Good, I said.

Here.

Why are you writing me
letters, Mr. Ansbach?

Where did you
get this idea?

I thought ...

We get along
so well ...

Who do you think
you are?

You are just one
of my employees,

and I'm
your manager.

I ... know.

Where did you get the idea to
write me personal letters?

I thought you were
an intelligent,

young man who
wants to make a career.

I just thought ...

I feel so good in this company ...
- You feel good?

Did you read your letters
before sending them to me?

What's wrong with you?

Mr. Ansbach, could you
please follow me?

How was your relationship
with Tischler like?

Good, ...

but distant.

Normal.

Mr. Tischler was
very professional.

Did the employees feel
sympathy for him?

Or did anyone have any
special relationship with him?

Something close?

Or the contrary, were there any conflicts?
- No.

He treated
everyone alike.

He demanded a lot from us,
but was very fair.

A good boss.

Yes.

I'm sorry. This will not happen again.
- I expect that.

Otherwise, you'll be
terminated quicker than you think.

Do you have the USB
with you?

- What?
- The USB drive with passwords!

Yesterday, I asked you to bring it.
Do you have it?

I do.

For protection, I carry it in the box ...
- Give it to me.

These codes are
changed anyway.

I'm sorry, but I can't trust
someone like you.

Your place will be taken by
another employee.

Go now, please,
I don't need you anymore.

Mr. Ansbach?

No.

We didn't communicate
outside work at all.

So you were

just a cog
in the machine,

with no real influence
on the greater whole?

Yes.

Isn't that a bit
frustrating,

to sit in front of the computer,
typing something.

Not knowing what
you're programming.

Yes.

But there are
many advantages.

At least, you don't bear
all the responsibility.

That's not my thing.

What do you do outside of work?

Do you have a family?

Yes,

I have a son.

We live separately with his mother,
but we get along well.

I try to see him
as often as possible.

And apart from that?
Hobbies, sports?

Yes, I jog.

The mountains? Forest?

Never.

I'm rather a city guy.

Mhm.

Well, that's almost
all from my side.

Now I must
ask you

to fill out
this form.

Yes, the police is
still so analog.

You can't even imagine how
many binders we've got here.

Just fill out,

a formality.

Is that all?

We'll need you for an
identification parade.

Won't take long.

Good.

Send in the next file.

Okay.

Mr. Lang, these are
the last ones.

Check each one of
them exactly.

Is any of them the man
who ordered the mask?

No.

Have a glass of water,
it's pretty hot here.

And think again,
calmly.

Change their facing.

I'm not thirsty.
He's not there!

Take another look!

Look carefully,
look, look, look!

What's wrong
with you, Mr. Lang?

Why do you
look at the floor?

Decide!

Is the man one of them,
someone there?

No, I already told you!

I come here,

sit for hours,

look at those faces,

but that man
is not here.

What do you want of me,
goddamnit!

That wasn't
my idea!

We must've missed
someone!

Did all show up?

One is dead and others
don't fit the description

or they're women.

So, I'd like to
go now.

Litkowski, please.

Thank you again, thank you.

Ellie.

We can make
a composite sketch,

send BOLOs,

compare their handwriting ...

Ellie?

Chef, just got a message from
the forestry, you may be interested.

A burned-out car
in the forest.

How can that be
interesting now?

Well ...
Possible arson,

shrapnel in a tree,
so maybe it was an IED or ...

Maybe?!

They're investigating
the parts now.

Let me know when we
have something concrete.

Okay.

Shit, what's going on here?!

You are free.
Come with me.

That way, please.

DAD
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