Your Honor (2022): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

Dear friends.

I have always said
that if we manage to turn the tide,

then I, as a man of the mountains,

would personally send out the old greeting
into the valley.

My very special thanks go to our dear Uli,

who has once again shown
how important he is for us and the region.

-I don't like his yodeling.
-Yeah.

Have a look at this. It's not good.

ACCIDENT ON THE B183

Why? Someone was kind enough
to take the work off our hands.

No. Think about it.



The Yugos will think that we did it.

Or do you seriously think
they'll buy that accident story?

Our boss won't like that at all.

It's all going to be a huge mess.

Thank you, Uli.

-You're always welcome here. Always.
-Thanks.

Thank you.

YOUR HONOR

Thank you.

The defense counsel is here.

Come in.

Hello, Mr. Zuber. My name is Lisa Schwarz.
I'm your lawyer.

If you could leave the room?

Man, Sascha.



Now you take a lawyer
when we've just begun to click?

Have fun.

If I understand this correctly,

you were pulled over
in a vehicle that doesn't belong to you.

But that doesn't mean you stole the car.

Where did you get the car?

You need to talk to me,
or I won't be able to help you.

Who are you working for?

For you.

Who's paying you?

The state.

So you really want to help me?

Then tell them...

that I really have to take a shit.

FIRST FLOOR

-Gabriele.
-Hello.

What's going on here?

Did you happen to hear
about the motorcycle accident on the B183?

No.

We detected traces of paint
on the motorcycle.

Of course, we still have to match them.

But according to the EUCAP list, your car
and two other models are possibilities.

Let's wait and see
what the microscope says.

Right, of course.

Another thing.

The accident victim is a Sailovic.

What?

I don't understand.

Let's wait for the results.
I didn't want to keep that from you.

Yes, right. Thank you.

NO TRESPASSING
DANGER

None of this can get out to the public.
I don't have to tell you that, right?

Of course not, Michael, that's...

I promise you
we'll do everything to prevent that.

I need to be able to rely on you.

You can.

I had a rotten time back then...

I don't want to relive that.

Of course, I get that.

I didn't want to worry you.

Say, aren't those handcuffs a bit tight?

Let me check.

I'd say they're fine.

All right, then.

I can't have something like that.
It always happens.

Did you know him?

-Who?
-The boy in the elevator.

Oh, him. No, why?

-Just the way he looked at you.
-Yes, strange, wasn't it?

A bit.

I have to go.

-Call me if you have anything.
-I will.

-Goodbye, Your Honor.
-Goodbye, Inspector.

So...

Julian, if you want to tell me
why you aren't at school, feel free.

And if you don't, that's also fine.

Thanks.

I don't know,
it was all just too much for me today.

What do you mean? What was too much?

I don't know, maybe just
that I messed up the driving test...

Know what your mother used to say?

"I don't need a license.
Someone drives me."

Put this away.

It's good against evil spirits.

Or something.

DAD

Sorry.

DAD

Ciao, Daddy.

Hello.

My angel.

How pretty my child is.

Don't cry.

Tell me...

What does he look like?

He looks terrible, Dad.

These dogs won't let me see my son.

They want to break me.

But I won't let that happen.

I'll get out of here, my angel.

I'm scared they'll kill us all.

I will not talk to you about that.

They want to wipe us all out!

Enough!

Stop it.

Sorry.

Tell me about your life.

How's it going with your boyfriend?

We both work a lot.

Arya.

It's about time you got married.

You'll be the first one of us...

to leave the old life behind.

What's your name?

Milan.

I don't want to go to my mother's.

Drive me someplace else.

Kirchner, Criminal Police.
Good evening, gentlemen.

You already came last week
and tore everything apart.

-Why again now?
-I have nothing to do with the raid.

I'm here because of Zlatan. Can we talk?

Okay.

Let's talk.

SLAUGHTERHOUSE

HONEY

Okay, then use channel one.

Let's start from the top.

I drive ten kilometers ahead,
if I see a control I'll let you know.

Otherwise, walkie-talkie check
every three minutes.

And on the A6 just before Mannheim,

I take the exit at Hockenheim.

Relax.

Take it easy, right?

Okay, we're ready to go, I'd say.

He's too nervous for my liking.

Yeah, maybe,
but we can't switch him out now.

Okay.

Then go over everything with him again.

Come on. Saying it over and over
a thousand times is no use.

You talk to him as long and as often
as I tell you to, understand?

-I just think...
-Do you understand?

Yes.

Yes, boss.

-How is he?
-Not good.

Sorry to hear that.

You know,

when someone has an accident,
no matter who that person is,

people are compassionate.

They ask if they can help.

But when it comes to us, they say,
"Zlatan deserved it."

Do you think it was an accident?

That's what you have to find out.

But you waltz in here
and act like it was our fault.

I can assure you
we're investigating all angles.

Bravo.

And?

Frankly, I was hoping you could help me.

How am I supposed to help you?

Zlatan didn't just have friends.

Right?

I'm just wondering if you suspect someone.
In case it wasn't an accident.

You know...

I drove there.

Where it happened.

I tried to imagine what happened.

Zlatan drove down here.

Okay?

He's driving on a straight road.

And I was thinking,
if a car was parked here...

he would have seen it.

Long beforehand.

Who knows?

Maybe someone was waiting for him there.

Or the driver just wanted to turn.

Is that what he says?

The driver?

That he wanted to turn?

How stupid can you be?

They have the driver.

I want to know who it is.

I want his name.

It's happening.

Get ready.

I'm on Route 181 now.

All clear until now.

Hey, there's a problem.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

What is it?

I'm on hill 10 West. There's a problem.
They pulled me over.

-Relax. They just do their work.
-Fuck.

They're not cops.

Get out!

Good evening, gentlemen.

This is for Zlatan.

What? Martens is home? Since when?

Did you hear anything from Julian?

I'll call you back.

-Where were you?
-At Grandma's.

-Why didn't you pick up when I called?
-I don't know.

You don't?

We have a deal, have you forgotten?
I need to know where you are!

I was scared to death!
I thought you'd been abducted or killed.

Maybe it would be better that way.

Julian... wait.

Thank you. You can go.

-Hey.
-Hey, you. How are you?

I'm all right, I guess.

I would've called earlier, but the bosses
threw out the strategy pitch

and now everyone's
tied up in endless prep meetings.

Oh well. How's your brother doing?

The doctors are telling us to be patient.

Do you know yet
when you'll be back in London?

I'll be staying here for a while.

What does that mean?

I don't know yet.

Everyone here understands your situation.

But your leaving without a handover
didn't go down so well with George.

I can't change that now.

Sorry.

I'm totally out of it.

Should I come visit?

No, you don't have to.

I'm with my family.

I miss you.

Yes. I miss you too.

I'll call you, okay?

-Morning.
-Morning.

Listen, what I did yesterday...

There's no excuse for that.
That's absolutely clear.

Still, I want to apologize.

It will never happen again.

-It's okay, Dad.
-No, it's not okay. It's...

-The situation is so tense right now...
-Dad.

Really. It's okay.

It was my mistake not to pick up.

It won't happen again.

Shall we have breakfast?

Yeah.

Due to the latest investigation,
the pre-trial detention for Mr. Zuber

will be extended for another seven days.

The public prosecutor's request
shall be granted.

Unless the prosecution
can present further incriminating evidence

within those seven days,
Mr. Zuber will be released.

Would the defense like to appeal?

What latest investigation?
Why don't I know about it?

I can't tell you that, Ms. Schwarz,

but I would strongly recommend
that you request to see the files.

Gabriele, good morning.

Morning, Michael.

Bad news. I have the analysis data.

Your car was definitely
involved in the accident.

What does that mean for me now?

Well, that your car has to stay here
for the time being, until further notice.

And what about the guy who stole the car?

Did he also cause the accident?

I hate to say it,
but that's all I can tell you right now.

-Of course.
-The other thing is...

We need to talk again, Michael.

As soon as possible, okay?

We'll do that.

And... thanks for letting me know.

Innsbruck Savings Bank. Ansinger speaking.

Hello, Ms. Ansinger. Jacobi here.

I would like to withdraw a larger sum.

How long will that take?
Could I come by there right away?

We found vomit about 10 meters
from the accident victim.

The material is already at the lab
for DNA testing.

Go back, please.

What about that?

-We haven't tested it yet.
-Could you push that forward?

Please.

ANONYMOUS

-Who was it?
-Nothing important. Work.

I'm thirsty.

You can pour some for yourself.

What was up with Michael?
Is he in trouble?

Oh, nothing special. His car.
Asked me if I knew anyone who could help.

In the middle of the night?

Why would he come to you for that?

Because I'm his friend.

Because you always want to help.

I think it's a nice trait.
That's how you are.

But sometimes it's okay to say no.

Even to your oldest friend.

Yes. But Michael made it possible
for me to work in customs.

Bye.

Hello.

-Mr. Jacobi?
-Yes.

My dear Michael.

-You really know how to scare someone.
-Sorry, there was no other way.

-Greetings.
-Hello.

To what do I owe this honor?

I have a big favor to ask you.

-I know you said no...
-Anton, you know how I feel about it.

Michael, I need someone I can count on
when the going gets tough.

And as the secretary general,
there's no one better suited than you.

Anton, I'm not good at playing your game.

Oh God, the "game".

Even a moron like me can figure it out.

So someone like you
shouldn't have any trouble at all.

Seriously, if you really want
to make a difference,

now is the time.

I think you underestimate
all that's possible in his office.

Listen.

The commission meets next week.

They all people from the caucus.
All very well-disposed.

All you really have to do is show up.

And be sober.

I'd like to be able to count on you.

ACCIDENT ON THE B183

We drove the entire route. Nothing.

The truck's gone, and so is our man.

We haven't received word from him.

What does he know?

He knows about a few things.

That means the Yugos
know a few things now too.

And the Italians will soon
want to know where their stuff is.

The Italians aren't a problem.
We have them under control.

We have to talk to the Yugos.
Tell them that we didn't touch Zlatan.

He crashes his motorcycle
and lands flat on his face,

and now his fucking clan
declares war on us.

What if it was an attack?

Mr. Lindner, accident in hall 3!

Stay calm, my boy.

Don't worry about a thing. Show me.

Let's have a look.

Boy, let me see.

All right.

Everything's going to be fine.
Look at this.

I tell you, everything will be fine.

Okay?

Get going, quick.

Or he'll bleed to death on us.

First we'll take back the stuff.

Then we'll take care of the Yugos.

Thank you.

The boy simply won't talk to me.

I told you he's difficult. He's a Zuber.
They don't talk to everyone.

He doesn't trust me.
I've tried everything.

If I'm really lucky,
he talks about the deep state.

And some kind of conspiracy theories.

I mean, the guy's 19.

Lisa.

I completely forgot to tell you something.

The car that the boy stole belongs to me.

Well, not me directly,
but my mother-in-law.

And you hire a lawyer
for someone who stole your car?

Why?

The Zuber family is on welfare,
now in the third or fourth generation.

Many of our colleagues
give them a wide berth,

especially when it comes
to qualified legal counsel.

That's why I called you.

I want the boy to get a fair chance.

He shouldn't be imprisoned
for something like this.

I agree with you completely.

The judge ordered
seven days' pre-trial detention today.

Why?

Supposedly because of a new investigation.

I didn't know anything about it. And that
arrogant prosecutor gave me short shrift.

I looked like a complete jackass.

Now they're saying the information
is classified due to serious risk.

What kind of risk?

Who is the prosecutor?

-Stefan Nisch.
-Stefan...

He's not very cooperative.

What bugs me is they don't have anything,
but act as though they do.

Nobody saw who stole the car, right?

For me, it's merely driving
without the owner's permission. Period.

They have to let him go.

I see it exactly the same way.

But now you have to be the first to know
about these things. Not the last.

Hello, Sascha.

Gabriele Kirchner, homicide squad.

All right.

I've brought a few photos along.

I'd ask you to take a close look at them.

Maybe you'll recognize something.

No?

Then I also have a photo
of the man you hit.

I didn't hit anybody.

What the fuck is this? Is this a joke?

-Hey!
-What the fuck?

I didn't run him over!

-I said, sit down!
-I didn't hit him! It wasn't me!

-Sit down.
-I didn't hit him.

You're trying to pin this on me.

Have you calmed down?

Or do you need your spray?

My spray?

Sascha's mother keeps calling
every five minutes.

She wants to know where the car came from.
Believe me, she can get a bit unpleasant.

What do you mean, "unpleasant"?

It was a long time ago.
I gave her the brush-off.

She holds a grudge.

The boy definitely saw me.

And if he talks, we have a problem.

Tell her the boy
just needs to keep his mouth shut.

He'll just be convicted of car theft
and serve three months.

Six months, at the most. Here.

-How much is it?
-50 thousand.

Don't give her everything.

Make her an offer.

You know her.
You know best how much to start with.

Can you manage that?

Michael, it's time
you told me what happened.

Julian hit someone with the car
and then took off.

Julian?

Driving without a license,
crashing into the biker, hit and run.

Three years in juvie, if he's unlucky.

You know how it is in juvie. He'll never
be able to hold out, with his asthma.

Shit, Michael.

Yeah.

Shit.

Michael.

How late is it?

Oh my goodness.

Hello, Emilia.

Sorry.

I just wanted to drop by,
but I lost myself in these photo albums.

Julian visited me yesterday.

I had the feeling he's not doing so well.

Really?

I can't imagine what's wrong.

Did he say anything?

Nothing concrete.

It's just a feeling I had.

Today was a long day for me.

Please don't get upset, but
I don't want a therapy conversation now.

Pardon me. Actually, I just wanted to say
that I'm here if you need me.

I know.

Oh!

At some point, I'd also like to know

what happened to my old car.

It's a long story.

I'll tell you another time.
Let me take you home.

So you came round here again?

You've been back
with your "wife" for a long time.

You thought I didn't notice?

Was I embarrassing for you,
or why didn't you contact me?

Are you done now?

Franz.

Hello.

Hello, Walli.

Now you're back and the first thing you do
is take my boy away.

You promised me he could do it
just as well as Walli could.

Why is it my problem
if he gets caught by the cops?

One's just gotten out of jail
and the other goes in.

Can't I ever have
both of my boys here with me?

With a bit of luck,
he'll be back in a few days.

-At worst, a few months.
-You say that like it's nothing.

That's time when he'd be earning money.

Where does Sascha work?

None of your business.

He's unemployed, isn't he?

Here's 2,000 euros.

To make up for his loss of earnings.

It's more than he'd get
from the state, right?

If they convict him,

we'll talk again.

Do you think I'm retarded?

If my son

goes to jail for you,
it's going to cost quite a bit, my dear.

Don't come around with a paltry handout.

Do we understand each other,
you little bastard?

Please help me...