Woman of the Dead (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Ein ganz großer Künstler - full transcript
[wind blowing]
[clearing throat]
I need water.
Inside. Inside now.
Ow!
[car approaching]
Be quiet. Get down. Stay down!
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[door slamming]
[car engine starting]
Welcome to Austria.
So we're an hour out from the hotel.
Here. So just relax now.
Feel at home.
Here you go.
It's all right now, hm?
Ah.
[audio warping]
[sinister music playing]
[electric whirring]
[cameras clicking]
[panting]
[cameras clicking]
[straining]
[exhales deeply]
[groans and coughs]
[fox] She's still alive.
[stretching, snapping]
[intense music playing]
[panting]
[grunting]
[moaning softly]
[panting]
[straining]
[whimpers]
[moaning shakily]
[grunting, panting]
[chuckling]
-[moaning]
-[gasps]
[skin squeaking against glass]
[ominous music playing]
[sniffles]
[crying softly]
[scribbling continues]
Had you told Mark all of this too?
[Dunja] Yeah.
And what did he say?
[whimpers]
[deep breath] He want to help me.
But why didn't he take you
to the station in the first place, huh?
Where?
Police station.
-Mark was a policeman. They might--
-No, no police guys!
Then those men find me, Mark said.
Better no one know.
Okay. Okay.
[inhales deeply]
[unlocking phone]
Can you recall Joe Blenk?
Is he one of those guys?
Please, I need you to remember.
I need a name.
-Name or a clue here. Any--
-Please stop.
[crying] Oh, please.
Oh, please. Oh, oh, stop.
[Blum] I'm sorry.
[sighs]
This…
This all sounds so horrible.
I have no idea what to say.
[sighs]
[melancholy string music playing]
[Dunja sniffles]
There we are.
I just want to find out why Mark is dead,
you know?
Mm-hmm.
There's a woman in your bed.
-I know that.
-She has my T-shirt on!
-I'm aware.
-[Tim] Good morning.
[Blum] Good morning, honey.
-Morning.
-There's a woman in Mom's bed right now.
[Blum sighs]
Who is she?
She's just a friend.
She's in trouble,
and I'm taking care of her for a bit.
You think that's all right?
[Karl] Huh?
[exasperated sigh]
[footsteps stomping]
She can't leave the house.
Why not?
Because her husband's stalking her
and I can't let him find her.
-[coffee pouring]
-Hm.
When she wakes up she'll be hungry.
Maybe you can show her
where everything is?
I'll clear out the storage room,
then she can sleep there.
How long do you think she'll stay here?
I have no clue.
Does she have a name?
Dunja.
Dunja what?
What is this, Karl? Pop quiz, huh?
[sighs]
[truck beeping]
YOU SWEEPING IT UP?
[melancholy music playing]
[Blum] When did you get home last night?
[Mark] So late.
You were already sleeping.
[Blum] Long day, huh?
Yeah.
Long and…
complicated.
[squishing]
Why didn't Mark tell me anything about it?
He didn't have the time,
and no proof to speak of.
Just the word from a girl whose mind
has been dulled with a date rape drug.
[Blum] Maybe that's why he took vacation.
To investigate it.
Wouldn't it be better
if I took this to the police, huh?
This girl specifically
asked for you not to.
Yeah, but maybe there's a whole
other reason why Mark didn't do that.
-For what reason, then?
-That he didn't believe her.
[muffled] And if one of those men
is responsible for Mark's death after all?
-It's possible.
-There are four.
One photographed
the girls with a Polaroid camera.
That much we know for sure.
What is it you're waiting for anyway?
Start looking for him.
If there's still something to it,
you can still go to the police in the end.
[sighs]
[door opening]
Can you put her shirt on, please?
-Me?
-[water running]
Yeah.
You wanted to learn more.
Yeah, but her family
is due here in half an hour.
Yeah, then just talk to them.
You know just as much
about life after death as anyone else.
It's not that hard.
[intense music playing]
[engine revving]
[music fades]
ELECTRIC PHOTO
Polaroid cameras?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Yeah. I think we have four in stock.
[melancholy music plays]
[clerk] Hmm.
Has anyone else asked for one?
[exhales]
Not in a long time.
If you've already got this camera,
you'd just need photos though?
Mm. You're looking for Instapak film.
No, I haven't sold those in years.
Today, everyone
just gets it on the Internet.
Mm-hmm.
[sighs heavily]
And, um, what is it
you're really looking for?
For anyone who likes to use
a Polaroid here.
Around these parts?
Well, the kind of people who think they've
discovered something new in that format.
Big-time artists, yeah.
Have we got anyone big-time?
Well, in Innsbruck there's a gallery.
They like to show
these kind of photographers.
[Mrs. Schönborn] We have to prepare
this meeting meticulously.
You're the boss of Team Limited.
Those due diligence people
will pick you apart.
However, don't worry, Behringer says
he's figured out a foolproof plan.
Okay.
[inhales sharply]
[exhales deeply]
[kids chattering]
[boy 1] There's a thing called
a hammer lock. It goes like this…
[laughs] It's an unbreakable lock,
you'll never escape.
[boy 2] I can't breathe anymore. Let go.
[boy 1] Hold him. Don't let him go again.
[boy 2 gagging] Hey, I can't breathe.
[boy 3] Yeah, that's what he said too.
And then he just died.
[boy 1] Fuck the police, man.
Or just run 'em over with a car.
Just like with Blum.
[boys laugh]
-You take that back!
-Hey!
What you gonna do?
He died old and flat.
-Fuck, you asshole!
-[struggling]
-[blow lands]
-[Nela grunting]
Let go!
-[grunting]
-[Nela] Ah!
-[boy 3] It's heating up.
-[Nela groaning]
Hey! Hey! Hey, move apart!
-[priest] Whoa, whoa.
-[Nela panting]
[boy 1] I didn't do anything, I swear.
[Nela sighs]
And another boy, well, she…
She kicked him between the legs.
-And she attacked the priest.
-It wasn't an attack. Just an accident.
[principal] Of course, we know
Alexander Schönborn very well,
and I'm certain
he wasn't innocent in all of this.
That's why I won't reprimand her
in this instance.
Schönborn?
The nephew.
It won't happen again.
We know that you and your family
are going through a difficult time.
But I must briefly mention that Nela
has been absent various times recently.
Is it possible she is losing trust in God?
What do you mean?
She's doubtful. Well, who wouldn't be?
God gives us life
and he can always take that life.
We must learn and try to understand him
in all his wisdom.
[angrily] God is a freaking asshole.
[sternly] Not one word.
[principal sighs]
Given the situation, it goes without
saying that we will turn a blind eye.
But Nela, you have to
complete those subjects.
[priest] Or you won't advance
to the next grade.
I'm not riding that.
You're not meant to.
You'll take a bus home.
It'll give you time to think things over.
I have nothing to think about.
Well, what's up, then?
Tell me. I want to help you,
but I don't know how.
How can you stay so calm?
Is it your job?
Have you seen so many
dead people in your life
that the thing with Dad
makes no difference?
Never say that again.
You are right,
God is a freaking asshole.
But if you don't wanna repeat this grade,
you have to pull yourself together.
Okay?
[sighs]
[engine revs]
[Blum clears throat]
Buckle up, please.
[car starts]
[melancholy music playing]
[sighs deeply]
[utensils clinking]
[Karl] Mmm.
You're not eating.
Have you become a vegetarian or something?
No. I'm just not very hungry.
Maybe later.
You have to eat.
Calories can help fight depression.
I'm not depressed though.
You don't need to hide it.
Anyone would be.
Ute, please. Come on, stop that.
What, hon?
-I just said I totally understand that--
-[Massimo] What if she doesn't want that?
-Mama is a lesbian now.
-[Ute and Nela laughing]
[laughing]
-[Blum] That's enough now. Hm?
-Hey, congratulations.
[snickering]
[Ute exhales]
Did you and your guys happen to find
who was driving the black Range Rover?
[sighs] Uh…
No, I, uh…
I have run checks on
two dozen of them, but…
unfortunately, nothing concrete.
[Karl chuckling]
When I invited you over, I, uh,
imagined it all somewhat differently.
Apologies.
Different how?
Well,
a bit more relaxed maybe.
-[Karl laughs]
-[Tim chattering]
My father-in-law
seems to be enjoying himself, anyway.
Hey, I heard about your visit
with Danzberger, all right?
[Ute laughing]
[Blum] Ah, so that's why you invited us.
To see if I've retained my sanity.
We've got this Blum. I assure you of that.
What'll happen to him
once you've apprehended him, hm?
Imprisonment.
Are you sure?
[Massimo] Yeah, sure. What else?
And then he'll be out after two years?
[sighs]
And what if he did it on purpose,
then, though, huh?
Huh? You're serious?
Blum, he was probably messing
with his phone and lost control.
Just saying if he did.
[sighs]
Well, it's hard to prove intent
in traffic accidents like that.
Unless the perpetrator fully confesses.
You mean on tape and all? Like in a movie?
Yeah. Exactly.
Like in a movie. Just like that.
[chuckles]
Can you pass me those pots over there,
Miss Marple?
[Karl and kids laughing]
-Oh, careful. Hold on.
-Hm?
The tap is a bit broken.
When you turn it on you have to push this.
Yes, go ahead now.
[water spraying]
-[both laugh]
-Sorry, I… I'm sorry about that.
-Jokester.
-[both laughing]
[Blum clears throat]
[Massimo sighs]
[dog barking]
[gasping softly]
[tools clanging]
What are you doing here?
This is from your girlfriend.
It's from the funny farm up the mountain.
Where do you know her from?
She was a seasonal worker a few years ago
and she stayed because she got married.
A few years ago, is that right?
How old was she then? 14?
What if she's an escaped patient?
She could be very dangerous.
She's the one in danger.
And, yes, she is on the run,
but not from the clinic.
From her man, yeah?
What makes you so sure?
Because she works there.
In the clinic?
That's probably why she has that T-shirt.
And, yes, maybe I don't know
the girl well enough, but Tim is right.
Mark would have wanted us to help.
[glove elastic snaps]
[door closing]
EHLEN UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL
-[camera clicking]
-[gasps]
Were you at this clinic?
Why though?
Your Mark did bring.
And you ran away, or what is this?
I… I was there a night, and then
he said I should leave to the cabins.
I wait there, then you come.
So you weren't
in psychiatric treatment, then?
Doctor, for up here?
-You don't believe me.
-I have no idea what's real anymore.
[suspenseful music playing]
[engine shutting off]
[nurse] You have to call and make
an appointment beforehand.
Otherwise, I can't help you.
[Blum] But I don't want to visit anyone.
Do you perhaps know this girl?
She must have come here
six days ago, at night.
-With this man.
-[nurse] Hmm.
Never seen 'em before.
Might there be a record of that in there?
It would be better if you called
and asked for the supervisor.
But you have a computer in front of you.
Are you not allowed to check it?
Yes, but I can't share information
with someone without authorization.
And if it's a matter of life and death?
Whose life?
Mine.
Please.
[sighs]
[grumbling]
[keyboard clacking]
-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.
No.
Yeah, we had no new patients
that entire day.
I'm sorry.
ATTENTION! DOOR OPENS AUTOMATICALLY
WARD B
-Thank you.
-Sure thing.
Hi, Blum.
You were at Mark's funeral.
Yes, I…
I had to say goodbye and to thank him
My ex-boyfriend was
constantly stalking me, you see.
Sending me murder threats and…
your husband was
the only one who would help me.
You're here about the girl, aren't you?
So she was here?
-Did Mark bring her here, then?
-Yeah.
She was in total shock.
Have you seen her since then?
Where is she? Is she okay?
Yeah. She is.
Do you think that she…
That she has issues?
Pfff. I mean, I'm not a doctor.
Uh…
She was just so frightened.
Mark brought her here overnight.
"For a few days," he said.
And then he wanted
to take her somewhere else.
What for?
He didn't tell me that at all.
And did you speak to her?
I did try to.
But she had such severe panic attacks
that I had to sedate her.
What? She didn't say anything
her whole time here?
Not a word.
She was only here that one night.
And the next morning it was like
she'd dropped off the face of the earth.
Why didn't you file a report about it?
She wasn't officially here…
Besides, if someone finds out,
I'll lose my job.
[woman] Heidi, I'm going!
Please don't tell anyone else about it.
I only told you this
because you're Mark's wife.
You can't trust anyone in this town.
[wind gusting]
[breathes uneasily]
[ominous music playing]
[high-pitched whining]
[camera whirring]
[tense music building up]
SKIING IN BAD ANNENHOF
TOLL STATION
BAD ANNENHOF - TICKET
[engine revving]
[footsteps approaching]
Hello.
I have a few questions about this person.
I don't know.
I believe the police picked her up
from here a week ago.
I'm sure a lot of people
pass through here, I get that.
I'm sure it's all filmed?
Are you an investigator or something?
I have nothing to do with this thing.
Wanted to help.
This girl, she just came here,
and what then?
She came here,
half-naked,
middle of the night,
from there.
From those woods?
-Is anything even back there?
-No, just trees.
Just trees and rocks.
Uh-huh.
[exhales]
And then… Then a police office
came and picked her up?
What did the two of them talk about?
Did you catch any of that?
It was not my business.
[window snaps shut]
[engine starting]
[motorcycle drives away]
[exhales]
[computer beeps]
[ominous music playing]
[creaking]
[door shuts]
[change rattling]
[items rattling]
Hey! What are you doing?
No! No! Don't touch me! No!
-Come on. Stop! Shh.
-[yelling] Let me go!
-Let me go!
-What's going on?
-She wanted to steal the car.
-[Dunja grunts]
-[yelling] No!
-We're going back inside!
Yeah?
We're going back inside now!
Huh?
[Dunja exhales deeply]
And this is not yours.
Who is she?
[Karl] An old girlfriend of Mrs. Blum's.
Blum doesn't have friends.
[intense music playing]
HANDLED WITH CARE & SO ON
HUBERT WINTER GALLERY
[calming piano music playing]
[footsteps approaching]
Hello.
This one here's one of my favorites.
Do you exhibit photographers
who work with Polaroid cameras?
You know of Edwin Schönborn.
Pardon me?
Edwin Schönborn.
The only artist around here
who works with Polaroid cameras.
As far as I know
he has a studio very nearby.
-I could arrange something there for you.
-Thank you.
[keypad clicking]
YEARNING_11
YEARNING_15
[Karl] Look, this one.
You can put that on to make an airplane.
[Blum sighing]
What happened?
That Dunja tried to steal
all of Nela's savings.
-I see.
-[coins rattling]
[Karl] Come on, let's keep at it.
[exasperated sigh]
Sorry, Blum.
-I have to show you something.
-[phone clicking]
Do you know him?
He pick us up in his big auto.
What kind?
Black, expensive.
[keypad clicking]
This one?
I no want you search for those men.
It's no good!
Come on. You don't want
to know who did this?
Won't change nothing.
[sighs]
[coins rattling]
[breathing deeply]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Blum] Mr. Schönborn, you don't know me,
but I had to contact you.
I looked at your pictures.
[Edwin] Oh, really? Where?
-The Internet.
-Unfortunately, I'm busy.
[Blum] The power,
it's so concrete and yet so abstract.
-[Edwin] I'm very happy to hear that, Ms…
-[Blum] Schwarz. Eva Schwarz.
I have to admit, I have little request.
I have modeled for various photographers,
but never felt such powerful inspiration
as I did with you.
Please excuse me, Mr. Schendel.
I thought I could persuade you
to do a private session maybe with me.
[Edwin] I must disappoint you,
Ms. Schwarz, I am traveling right now.
[Blum] You know, when you do nude photos,
you have to feel at ease.
And with an artist like you, I know.
I'm certain of it.
You'd have absolute free rein.
[Edwin] Unfortunately, I only have time
for an appointment tomorrow.
After that I'll be gone for quite a while.
Tomorrow morning is super!
Tomorrow.
Just you and me.
[electricity crackling]
[intense music playing]
[electricity crackling]
[music fades]
-[door closes]
-[phone ringing]
Hm?
[chuckles softly]
Go ahead and wait inside there.
Yeah, it's all good.
Mom, does it have to be tomorrow?
Edwin,
haven't your monthly payments
always been on time?
Your family's life's work is at risk here,
do you not understand that?
We've waited for that land for 30 years.
You know I can't find
a second investor so quickly.
-Without one, the project is in danger.
-[sighs]
All right, I'll be there.
We'll meet for breakfast in the café.
Be there.
[breathing deeply]
AUDIO RECORDING
[phone beeping]
[clears throat]
[breathes deeply]
Mrs. Schwarz?
[Blum] Mrs. Schwarz is my mother.
Eva, please.
Is this a bad time?
That sounded important.
[Edwin] Oh, it's fine. Really.
Would you like a coffee
or a glass of wine, Eva?
Wine, please.
[footsteps approaching]
So this is where you come to create.
The light is gorgeous.
So diffused and perfect.
-Here.
-Thank you.
What I like so much about
your photographs is
what is… What is underneath it.
-[Edwin] Underneath it?
-Yeah.
That which you can't see but can
nonetheless imagine and fantasize.
The, uh, craving…
It's absolute desire incarnate.
-Yeah… it is.
-[Blum] Hmm.
And every image
is meant to reflect the soul and lust.
-But that is born of the moment.
-Uh-huh.
-Uh-huh.
-Uh-huh.
[breathing nervously]
Should we start with lingerie?
Lingerie?
[Edwin] Yes.
I mean, what did you bring?
Models normally have
a small assortment of outfits with them.
You have done this before, right?
Yeah, yeah. Of course. Sure.
Um…
I was thinking of something
spontaneous, in underwear.
[Edwin] Good. Super.
[Blum] Mm.
[Edwin] You can change there.
[Blum] Good.
Hm.
-[camera clicks]
-[gasps]
[chuckles nervously] Okay.
Uh, hmm.
[clears throat, giggles nervously]
Can I confess something?
Every now and again,
-I fantasize about being raped.
-[Edwin chuckles]
I walk along a dark street
and a strange man comes and
he assaults me…
and does me, really roughly.
B… But I can't see his face
because he's wearing…
He's wearing a black latex mask.
He's an animal.
Then he scratches at me and bites me
until the blood spurts.
-Nah.
-[Blum] Why did you stop?
That's not my thing at all.
[Blum] You don't, really?
I know a girl
who says it's just your thing.
Her name is Dunja.
You didn't see that coming, now, did you?
She identified you.
That's total shit.
I never even met a Dunja.
[suspenseful music playing]
-Hey, I'm calling the police, all right?
-Yeah, do that.
I didn't abuse and kill anybody.
-[grunts]
-Ah!
-[growling]
[choking]
[Blum straining]
-You have no idea who you're dealing with.
-[grunting]
[Edwin grunts]
[gasping for breath]
Ah! Ah! [gasping]
[Edwin grunting]
-[Blum screaming]
-[skin squeaking on floor]
-[both panting]
-[Edwin] Stop!
[Blum grunts]
-[yells, grunts]
-[Blum whimpering]
[Blum shouting]
-Let me go!
-Shut up!
-Let… Stop!
-Shut up. Quiet.
[muffled shouting]
-[cracking]
-[grunting]
[Blum] Ah!
-[Blum panting]
-[Edwin groaning]
-[electricity crackling]
-[Edwin gasping]
[shouting] Who killed my husband?
Who?!
-[screams]
-[crackling]
[intense music playing]
[music fades]
[clearing throat]
I need water.
Inside. Inside now.
Ow!
[car approaching]
Be quiet. Get down. Stay down!
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[door slamming]
[car engine starting]
Welcome to Austria.
So we're an hour out from the hotel.
Here. So just relax now.
Feel at home.
Here you go.
It's all right now, hm?
Ah.
[audio warping]
[sinister music playing]
[electric whirring]
[cameras clicking]
[panting]
[cameras clicking]
[straining]
[exhales deeply]
[groans and coughs]
[fox] She's still alive.
[stretching, snapping]
[intense music playing]
[panting]
[grunting]
[moaning softly]
[panting]
[straining]
[whimpers]
[moaning shakily]
[grunting, panting]
[chuckling]
-[moaning]
-[gasps]
[skin squeaking against glass]
[ominous music playing]
[sniffles]
[crying softly]
[scribbling continues]
Had you told Mark all of this too?
[Dunja] Yeah.
And what did he say?
[whimpers]
[deep breath] He want to help me.
But why didn't he take you
to the station in the first place, huh?
Where?
Police station.
-Mark was a policeman. They might--
-No, no police guys!
Then those men find me, Mark said.
Better no one know.
Okay. Okay.
[inhales deeply]
[unlocking phone]
Can you recall Joe Blenk?
Is he one of those guys?
Please, I need you to remember.
I need a name.
-Name or a clue here. Any--
-Please stop.
[crying] Oh, please.
Oh, please. Oh, oh, stop.
[Blum] I'm sorry.
[sighs]
This…
This all sounds so horrible.
I have no idea what to say.
[sighs]
[melancholy string music playing]
[Dunja sniffles]
There we are.
I just want to find out why Mark is dead,
you know?
Mm-hmm.
There's a woman in your bed.
-I know that.
-She has my T-shirt on!
-I'm aware.
-[Tim] Good morning.
[Blum] Good morning, honey.
-Morning.
-There's a woman in Mom's bed right now.
[Blum sighs]
Who is she?
She's just a friend.
She's in trouble,
and I'm taking care of her for a bit.
You think that's all right?
[Karl] Huh?
[exasperated sigh]
[footsteps stomping]
She can't leave the house.
Why not?
Because her husband's stalking her
and I can't let him find her.
-[coffee pouring]
-Hm.
When she wakes up she'll be hungry.
Maybe you can show her
where everything is?
I'll clear out the storage room,
then she can sleep there.
How long do you think she'll stay here?
I have no clue.
Does she have a name?
Dunja.
Dunja what?
What is this, Karl? Pop quiz, huh?
[sighs]
[truck beeping]
YOU SWEEPING IT UP?
[melancholy music playing]
[Blum] When did you get home last night?
[Mark] So late.
You were already sleeping.
[Blum] Long day, huh?
Yeah.
Long and…
complicated.
[squishing]
Why didn't Mark tell me anything about it?
He didn't have the time,
and no proof to speak of.
Just the word from a girl whose mind
has been dulled with a date rape drug.
[Blum] Maybe that's why he took vacation.
To investigate it.
Wouldn't it be better
if I took this to the police, huh?
This girl specifically
asked for you not to.
Yeah, but maybe there's a whole
other reason why Mark didn't do that.
-For what reason, then?
-That he didn't believe her.
[muffled] And if one of those men
is responsible for Mark's death after all?
-It's possible.
-There are four.
One photographed
the girls with a Polaroid camera.
That much we know for sure.
What is it you're waiting for anyway?
Start looking for him.
If there's still something to it,
you can still go to the police in the end.
[sighs]
[door opening]
Can you put her shirt on, please?
-Me?
-[water running]
Yeah.
You wanted to learn more.
Yeah, but her family
is due here in half an hour.
Yeah, then just talk to them.
You know just as much
about life after death as anyone else.
It's not that hard.
[intense music playing]
[engine revving]
[music fades]
ELECTRIC PHOTO
Polaroid cameras?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Yeah. I think we have four in stock.
[melancholy music plays]
[clerk] Hmm.
Has anyone else asked for one?
[exhales]
Not in a long time.
If you've already got this camera,
you'd just need photos though?
Mm. You're looking for Instapak film.
No, I haven't sold those in years.
Today, everyone
just gets it on the Internet.
Mm-hmm.
[sighs heavily]
And, um, what is it
you're really looking for?
For anyone who likes to use
a Polaroid here.
Around these parts?
Well, the kind of people who think they've
discovered something new in that format.
Big-time artists, yeah.
Have we got anyone big-time?
Well, in Innsbruck there's a gallery.
They like to show
these kind of photographers.
[Mrs. Schönborn] We have to prepare
this meeting meticulously.
You're the boss of Team Limited.
Those due diligence people
will pick you apart.
However, don't worry, Behringer says
he's figured out a foolproof plan.
Okay.
[inhales sharply]
[exhales deeply]
[kids chattering]
[boy 1] There's a thing called
a hammer lock. It goes like this…
[laughs] It's an unbreakable lock,
you'll never escape.
[boy 2] I can't breathe anymore. Let go.
[boy 1] Hold him. Don't let him go again.
[boy 2 gagging] Hey, I can't breathe.
[boy 3] Yeah, that's what he said too.
And then he just died.
[boy 1] Fuck the police, man.
Or just run 'em over with a car.
Just like with Blum.
[boys laugh]
-You take that back!
-Hey!
What you gonna do?
He died old and flat.
-Fuck, you asshole!
-[struggling]
-[blow lands]
-[Nela grunting]
Let go!
-[grunting]
-[Nela] Ah!
-[boy 3] It's heating up.
-[Nela groaning]
Hey! Hey! Hey, move apart!
-[priest] Whoa, whoa.
-[Nela panting]
[boy 1] I didn't do anything, I swear.
[Nela sighs]
And another boy, well, she…
She kicked him between the legs.
-And she attacked the priest.
-It wasn't an attack. Just an accident.
[principal] Of course, we know
Alexander Schönborn very well,
and I'm certain
he wasn't innocent in all of this.
That's why I won't reprimand her
in this instance.
Schönborn?
The nephew.
It won't happen again.
We know that you and your family
are going through a difficult time.
But I must briefly mention that Nela
has been absent various times recently.
Is it possible she is losing trust in God?
What do you mean?
She's doubtful. Well, who wouldn't be?
God gives us life
and he can always take that life.
We must learn and try to understand him
in all his wisdom.
[angrily] God is a freaking asshole.
[sternly] Not one word.
[principal sighs]
Given the situation, it goes without
saying that we will turn a blind eye.
But Nela, you have to
complete those subjects.
[priest] Or you won't advance
to the next grade.
I'm not riding that.
You're not meant to.
You'll take a bus home.
It'll give you time to think things over.
I have nothing to think about.
Well, what's up, then?
Tell me. I want to help you,
but I don't know how.
How can you stay so calm?
Is it your job?
Have you seen so many
dead people in your life
that the thing with Dad
makes no difference?
Never say that again.
You are right,
God is a freaking asshole.
But if you don't wanna repeat this grade,
you have to pull yourself together.
Okay?
[sighs]
[engine revs]
[Blum clears throat]
Buckle up, please.
[car starts]
[melancholy music playing]
[sighs deeply]
[utensils clinking]
[Karl] Mmm.
You're not eating.
Have you become a vegetarian or something?
No. I'm just not very hungry.
Maybe later.
You have to eat.
Calories can help fight depression.
I'm not depressed though.
You don't need to hide it.
Anyone would be.
Ute, please. Come on, stop that.
What, hon?
-I just said I totally understand that--
-[Massimo] What if she doesn't want that?
-Mama is a lesbian now.
-[Ute and Nela laughing]
[laughing]
-[Blum] That's enough now. Hm?
-Hey, congratulations.
[snickering]
[Ute exhales]
Did you and your guys happen to find
who was driving the black Range Rover?
[sighs] Uh…
No, I, uh…
I have run checks on
two dozen of them, but…
unfortunately, nothing concrete.
[Karl chuckling]
When I invited you over, I, uh,
imagined it all somewhat differently.
Apologies.
Different how?
Well,
a bit more relaxed maybe.
-[Karl laughs]
-[Tim chattering]
My father-in-law
seems to be enjoying himself, anyway.
Hey, I heard about your visit
with Danzberger, all right?
[Ute laughing]
[Blum] Ah, so that's why you invited us.
To see if I've retained my sanity.
We've got this Blum. I assure you of that.
What'll happen to him
once you've apprehended him, hm?
Imprisonment.
Are you sure?
[Massimo] Yeah, sure. What else?
And then he'll be out after two years?
[sighs]
And what if he did it on purpose,
then, though, huh?
Huh? You're serious?
Blum, he was probably messing
with his phone and lost control.
Just saying if he did.
[sighs]
Well, it's hard to prove intent
in traffic accidents like that.
Unless the perpetrator fully confesses.
You mean on tape and all? Like in a movie?
Yeah. Exactly.
Like in a movie. Just like that.
[chuckles]
Can you pass me those pots over there,
Miss Marple?
[Karl and kids laughing]
-Oh, careful. Hold on.
-Hm?
The tap is a bit broken.
When you turn it on you have to push this.
Yes, go ahead now.
[water spraying]
-[both laugh]
-Sorry, I… I'm sorry about that.
-Jokester.
-[both laughing]
[Blum clears throat]
[Massimo sighs]
[dog barking]
[gasping softly]
[tools clanging]
What are you doing here?
This is from your girlfriend.
It's from the funny farm up the mountain.
Where do you know her from?
She was a seasonal worker a few years ago
and she stayed because she got married.
A few years ago, is that right?
How old was she then? 14?
What if she's an escaped patient?
She could be very dangerous.
She's the one in danger.
And, yes, she is on the run,
but not from the clinic.
From her man, yeah?
What makes you so sure?
Because she works there.
In the clinic?
That's probably why she has that T-shirt.
And, yes, maybe I don't know
the girl well enough, but Tim is right.
Mark would have wanted us to help.
[glove elastic snaps]
[door closing]
EHLEN UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL
-[camera clicking]
-[gasps]
Were you at this clinic?
Why though?
Your Mark did bring.
And you ran away, or what is this?
I… I was there a night, and then
he said I should leave to the cabins.
I wait there, then you come.
So you weren't
in psychiatric treatment, then?
Doctor, for up here?
-You don't believe me.
-I have no idea what's real anymore.
[suspenseful music playing]
[engine shutting off]
[nurse] You have to call and make
an appointment beforehand.
Otherwise, I can't help you.
[Blum] But I don't want to visit anyone.
Do you perhaps know this girl?
She must have come here
six days ago, at night.
-With this man.
-[nurse] Hmm.
Never seen 'em before.
Might there be a record of that in there?
It would be better if you called
and asked for the supervisor.
But you have a computer in front of you.
Are you not allowed to check it?
Yes, but I can't share information
with someone without authorization.
And if it's a matter of life and death?
Whose life?
Mine.
Please.
[sighs]
[grumbling]
[keyboard clacking]
-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.
No.
Yeah, we had no new patients
that entire day.
I'm sorry.
ATTENTION! DOOR OPENS AUTOMATICALLY
WARD B
-Thank you.
-Sure thing.
Hi, Blum.
You were at Mark's funeral.
Yes, I…
I had to say goodbye and to thank him
My ex-boyfriend was
constantly stalking me, you see.
Sending me murder threats and…
your husband was
the only one who would help me.
You're here about the girl, aren't you?
So she was here?
-Did Mark bring her here, then?
-Yeah.
She was in total shock.
Have you seen her since then?
Where is she? Is she okay?
Yeah. She is.
Do you think that she…
That she has issues?
Pfff. I mean, I'm not a doctor.
Uh…
She was just so frightened.
Mark brought her here overnight.
"For a few days," he said.
And then he wanted
to take her somewhere else.
What for?
He didn't tell me that at all.
And did you speak to her?
I did try to.
But she had such severe panic attacks
that I had to sedate her.
What? She didn't say anything
her whole time here?
Not a word.
She was only here that one night.
And the next morning it was like
she'd dropped off the face of the earth.
Why didn't you file a report about it?
She wasn't officially here…
Besides, if someone finds out,
I'll lose my job.
[woman] Heidi, I'm going!
Please don't tell anyone else about it.
I only told you this
because you're Mark's wife.
You can't trust anyone in this town.
[wind gusting]
[breathes uneasily]
[ominous music playing]
[high-pitched whining]
[camera whirring]
[tense music building up]
SKIING IN BAD ANNENHOF
TOLL STATION
BAD ANNENHOF - TICKET
[engine revving]
[footsteps approaching]
Hello.
I have a few questions about this person.
I don't know.
I believe the police picked her up
from here a week ago.
I'm sure a lot of people
pass through here, I get that.
I'm sure it's all filmed?
Are you an investigator or something?
I have nothing to do with this thing.
Wanted to help.
This girl, she just came here,
and what then?
She came here,
half-naked,
middle of the night,
from there.
From those woods?
-Is anything even back there?
-No, just trees.
Just trees and rocks.
Uh-huh.
[exhales]
And then… Then a police office
came and picked her up?
What did the two of them talk about?
Did you catch any of that?
It was not my business.
[window snaps shut]
[engine starting]
[motorcycle drives away]
[exhales]
[computer beeps]
[ominous music playing]
[creaking]
[door shuts]
[change rattling]
[items rattling]
Hey! What are you doing?
No! No! Don't touch me! No!
-Come on. Stop! Shh.
-[yelling] Let me go!
-Let me go!
-What's going on?
-She wanted to steal the car.
-[Dunja grunts]
-[yelling] No!
-We're going back inside!
Yeah?
We're going back inside now!
Huh?
[Dunja exhales deeply]
And this is not yours.
Who is she?
[Karl] An old girlfriend of Mrs. Blum's.
Blum doesn't have friends.
[intense music playing]
HANDLED WITH CARE & SO ON
HUBERT WINTER GALLERY
[calming piano music playing]
[footsteps approaching]
Hello.
This one here's one of my favorites.
Do you exhibit photographers
who work with Polaroid cameras?
You know of Edwin Schönborn.
Pardon me?
Edwin Schönborn.
The only artist around here
who works with Polaroid cameras.
As far as I know
he has a studio very nearby.
-I could arrange something there for you.
-Thank you.
[keypad clicking]
YEARNING_11
YEARNING_15
[Karl] Look, this one.
You can put that on to make an airplane.
[Blum sighing]
What happened?
That Dunja tried to steal
all of Nela's savings.
-I see.
-[coins rattling]
[Karl] Come on, let's keep at it.
[exasperated sigh]
Sorry, Blum.
-I have to show you something.
-[phone clicking]
Do you know him?
He pick us up in his big auto.
What kind?
Black, expensive.
[keypad clicking]
This one?
I no want you search for those men.
It's no good!
Come on. You don't want
to know who did this?
Won't change nothing.
[sighs]
[coins rattling]
[breathing deeply]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Blum] Mr. Schönborn, you don't know me,
but I had to contact you.
I looked at your pictures.
[Edwin] Oh, really? Where?
-The Internet.
-Unfortunately, I'm busy.
[Blum] The power,
it's so concrete and yet so abstract.
-[Edwin] I'm very happy to hear that, Ms…
-[Blum] Schwarz. Eva Schwarz.
I have to admit, I have little request.
I have modeled for various photographers,
but never felt such powerful inspiration
as I did with you.
Please excuse me, Mr. Schendel.
I thought I could persuade you
to do a private session maybe with me.
[Edwin] I must disappoint you,
Ms. Schwarz, I am traveling right now.
[Blum] You know, when you do nude photos,
you have to feel at ease.
And with an artist like you, I know.
I'm certain of it.
You'd have absolute free rein.
[Edwin] Unfortunately, I only have time
for an appointment tomorrow.
After that I'll be gone for quite a while.
Tomorrow morning is super!
Tomorrow.
Just you and me.
[electricity crackling]
[intense music playing]
[electricity crackling]
[music fades]
-[door closes]
-[phone ringing]
Hm?
[chuckles softly]
Go ahead and wait inside there.
Yeah, it's all good.
Mom, does it have to be tomorrow?
Edwin,
haven't your monthly payments
always been on time?
Your family's life's work is at risk here,
do you not understand that?
We've waited for that land for 30 years.
You know I can't find
a second investor so quickly.
-Without one, the project is in danger.
-[sighs]
All right, I'll be there.
We'll meet for breakfast in the café.
Be there.
[breathing deeply]
AUDIO RECORDING
[phone beeping]
[clears throat]
[breathes deeply]
Mrs. Schwarz?
[Blum] Mrs. Schwarz is my mother.
Eva, please.
Is this a bad time?
That sounded important.
[Edwin] Oh, it's fine. Really.
Would you like a coffee
or a glass of wine, Eva?
Wine, please.
[footsteps approaching]
So this is where you come to create.
The light is gorgeous.
So diffused and perfect.
-Here.
-Thank you.
What I like so much about
your photographs is
what is… What is underneath it.
-[Edwin] Underneath it?
-Yeah.
That which you can't see but can
nonetheless imagine and fantasize.
The, uh, craving…
It's absolute desire incarnate.
-Yeah… it is.
-[Blum] Hmm.
And every image
is meant to reflect the soul and lust.
-But that is born of the moment.
-Uh-huh.
-Uh-huh.
-Uh-huh.
[breathing nervously]
Should we start with lingerie?
Lingerie?
[Edwin] Yes.
I mean, what did you bring?
Models normally have
a small assortment of outfits with them.
You have done this before, right?
Yeah, yeah. Of course. Sure.
Um…
I was thinking of something
spontaneous, in underwear.
[Edwin] Good. Super.
[Blum] Mm.
[Edwin] You can change there.
[Blum] Good.
Hm.
-[camera clicks]
-[gasps]
[chuckles nervously] Okay.
Uh, hmm.
[clears throat, giggles nervously]
Can I confess something?
Every now and again,
-I fantasize about being raped.
-[Edwin chuckles]
I walk along a dark street
and a strange man comes and
he assaults me…
and does me, really roughly.
B… But I can't see his face
because he's wearing…
He's wearing a black latex mask.
He's an animal.
Then he scratches at me and bites me
until the blood spurts.
-Nah.
-[Blum] Why did you stop?
That's not my thing at all.
[Blum] You don't, really?
I know a girl
who says it's just your thing.
Her name is Dunja.
You didn't see that coming, now, did you?
She identified you.
That's total shit.
I never even met a Dunja.
[suspenseful music playing]
-Hey, I'm calling the police, all right?
-Yeah, do that.
I didn't abuse and kill anybody.
-[grunts]
-Ah!
-[growling]
[choking]
[Blum straining]
-You have no idea who you're dealing with.
-[grunting]
[Edwin grunts]
[gasping for breath]
Ah! Ah! [gasping]
[Edwin grunting]
-[Blum screaming]
-[skin squeaking on floor]
-[both panting]
-[Edwin] Stop!
[Blum grunts]
-[yells, grunts]
-[Blum whimpering]
[Blum shouting]
-Let me go!
-Shut up!
-Let… Stop!
-Shut up. Quiet.
[muffled shouting]
-[cracking]
-[grunting]
[Blum] Ah!
-[Blum panting]
-[Edwin groaning]
-[electricity crackling]
-[Edwin gasping]
[shouting] Who killed my husband?
Who?!
-[screams]
-[crackling]
[intense music playing]
[music fades]